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His caramel-colored hair stood up in all directions. The skin around his hazel eyes appeared puffy and swollen, his eyes themselves bloodshot. He had a split lip and blood on his earlobe. He wore tight black jeans with rips down the front, leaving his skin peeking through, and white high-top Versace sneakers, but it was his top that left him racking his addled brain. He wore a black crop top hoodie that said ‘meow’ in large white letters. The sleeves were long, revealing little pink and white paw prints where they hooked over his thumbs. Had he been wearing this when he left the house last
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Robby eyed her warily, annoyed that he wanted to let this strange girl comfort him, but Wyatt gave him a gentle shove and a reassuring smile. “Go ahead. She won’t stop nagging until you do. She’s powered by gay tears.”
Despite its demonic appearance, the dog made no noise. It never growled or barked. Even when he’d entered the overpriced apartment, it was painfully silent. It took him forever to find it, lurking like some mutant sewer rat just behind the toilet. He couldn’t even begin to imagine why his boss would have need for such a creature, but it wasn’t his place to ask questions. He was just glad his babysitting duties had finally come to an end.
“Get thee behind me, hooker Barbie. I have no time for your forked tongue today. I’ve been asked to take the boy home and make sure he gets to his apartment okay.”
Calder was beautiful in a roughneck kind of way, like the boys Robby would see in town growing up back home in Kentucky. His chestnut hair was looped onto his head in a messy top knot that should have looked ridiculous but on him just managed to highlight how little he gave a shit about rules. He wore a sleeveless Metallica shirt covered in holes and paint splotches, and his well muscled arms were covered in gorgeous swirls of colorful ink, all tribal in nature. His beard managed to accent his perfect jawline instead of hiding it, and he had chocolate brown eyes that looked almost black in the
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Calder scoffed. “I was a Texas Ranger for over a decade. I know exactly how these things go. He’ll be happy to answer any questions down at the station with his attorney present. Take it or leave it.”
Calder took a seat beside him, his stomach churning as he looked around. All of these rooms looked the same, smelled the same. They all had the same eggshell-colored walls and uncomfortable plastic and metal chairs. They all smelled faintly of stale sweat and bad decisions.
Robby closed his eyes. “What if you’re disappointed? What if I do something wrong?” “Not even possible. Sex is like pizza. Even when it’s bad, it’s good.
“Yeah. I became an actor because it was a way out from underneath my father’s thumb. I don’t know if I want to do it anymore. I don’t know if somebody like me is cut out for Hollywood.”
“What would you do if you weren’t an actor?” Robby shifted, uncomfortable with the level of attention Calder now lavished on him. Nobody had ever asked him what he wanted. It was a strange feeling. Not only that Calder asked but that he examined Robby like he actually cared about the answer.
“I was raised in a cult. I didn’t see a computer until I was fifteen. Movie nights weren’t really a thing until my dad took over and decided we needed to modernize,” Robby reminded him.
Robby faced Wyatt, his arms around his neck. Wyatt’s hands shared space on Robby’s hips with Elijah’s hands. He was crowded up on Robby, pelvis pressed to his ass. They moved in unison now, having found a rhythm. Calder would have found it hot if he wasn’t picturing ripping the boys’ arms off and beating them to death with them.
Calder stared down at him for a long minute. “Fuck, you’re so sweet. I don’t know where you came from, because I don’t deserve you, but I’m glad you’re here. I need you to believe that.” “I do.”
“Think you can take another finger?” “I could probably take a tractor trailer back there by now,” Robby grumbled.
Besides, we’re married. Even Jesus approves.” Robby scoffed. “My sister is right. You are ridiculous. Jesus does not approve of church boners.”
