Whispered Words
Tolerance isn't just the name of a small city in Georgia. It's a way of life…
Jax and Abram are twins, each other's life rafts in life. Through their parent's death, foster homes, and the streets, they've clung to one another. Now they're wondering if there's something more.Burke's known the twins for years. Wanted them just as long. When they stay after closing one night, dancing, twining, whispering words he can't hear… He's ready to push things a littler further.
Except the boys have something else in mind when they draw him into their relationship.
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It's their secret. Tiny in the grand scheme of things, really. Hidden from view, shared between them and only theirs to share.
We're tolerant of just about everything here. With a town name like Tolerance, we sorta have to be. So, watching Jax and Abram swaying on the dance floor, pressed together from chest to knees, groins rubbing and touching. I suppose it's the worst kept secret in the town.
Best kept secret is how much I want to watch.
But I don't. I keep wiping down the bar, stained rag soaking up remnants of spilled drinks and splashed juice before I scrub the wood and then dry it off. Same shit, different night.
Except it's Saturday and that's when the twins come out to play, have a good time before starting the grind all over again.
They have some kinda artsy shop downtown, selling everything from silly green flamingos to abstracts and realist portraits. Jax has an eye for those kinds of things, things tourists and collectors go gaga over. Abram handles the back office, a quiet man who barely utters a peep. Jax does enough talking for both of 'em.
Of course, I can think of plenty of ways to shut the lithe man up. All of 'em have to do with giving him something to suck on.
With a shake of my head, I push the image from my mind. They've got a good, if odd, thing going between 'em. No need to pretend or even fantasize about getting between the boys.
