Golden Boys

Golden Boys

Amber Green

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Nobody expected me to take risks, much less fall prey to the street culture my family so abhors-while Jell was a living enticement to take chances, to test the rules. They say after you break one rule, all others become suggestions. But how far does that go? I had to wonder, when the FBI asked me to betray the guy I've had a crush on since ninth grade.

So Jell and I have one less secret between us. Which would be better news if we weren't busy escaping a psychiatric clinic in the middle of the night, half naked, with people shooting at us. The only refuge we can agree to head for is my crazy cousin Gator's retirement village. Now we're lost. We're cold. And did I mention half-naked?

I've never been so alive.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-291-8
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 21800
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
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CATEGORIES: ManLove, Action/Adventure, African-American, Contemporary, Erotica, Romantic Fiction, Romantic Suspense
KEYWORDS: black, gay, contemporary, suspense, drugs, family, coming out, nurse, medical school, Florida, FBI, psychiatric ward,
 

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Jell plopped sprawling in the chair beside the bed and sneered again. "What happened to med school? Or did you switch to divinity school?"

"I flunked out." I pulled the old fashioned blood pressure cuff out of the wall rack, and turned on the conveniently placed miniature spotlight so I could better see what to do with it. My penlight cast a bluish light that would make his skin look like something dead. In the spotlight, he was not quite the color of penuche, or pralines. His skin was fine-grained doeskin, stretched taut over wiry muscles. He'd lost weight since I'd seen him last.

He sat a moment, while I tried to remember how to wind the cuff around his arm. When he spoke, his voice had lost its serrated edge. "Ethan? For real? Your parents must've shit."

Metaphorically speaking, yes. "You might have heard them from wherever you were, but you might've mistaken the noise for sonic booms."

"Did they throw you out? Hey, you need money?" He put his hand on my arm. A study in contrasts.

I'd been the golden boy all the time we were growing up. He'd had the bright skin, but I'd had the bright future, the parents still married to each other, the certainty I wouldn't just graduate--I was going to be a doc-tor. I was going to have a three-car garage and a house on the beach so I could watch the waves roll in at night. Now Jelly Richardson had a beach house and I made my living washing crusted vomit out of people's hair.

And self-pity wasn't going to get me anywhere. "They didn't throw me out, and I have a job." I also have a side job, which I have to take on faith won't involve betraying you. My finger fell on the problem, and why I'd blurted out my mission at the first opportunity. If this job did constitute screwing a friend, there wouldn't be any subterfuge about it. I'd twist his arm as best I could, but I wouldn't lie to him.

"You can't tell me the folks are down with this shit."

"No. But they're just giving me those...looks, you know?" And besides, since Monday they'd been a lot more concerned about my sexual orientation.

"You 'spoze to wrap it with the tube thing coming out right in the crook of the elbow. If you need a place out from under them, come stay with me. I have plenty of room."

And plenty of people to share it with. Including a girlfriend. "Go from bumming off my folks to bumming off my friends?"

"You could tell your uncle you're keeping an eye on me. He might pay you for that."

"Why? What have you been doing to catch the attention of the FBI?"

"Is this place bugged?"

"If it is, they didn't tell me. And if it were, would they hire me to lure you out of here so they could talk to you?"
 

 
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