A Fool and His Manny by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-504-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

SIX interminable days later, he was well enough to actually get dressed, brush his teeth, and shave.

And go to the doctor’s and have more blood tests to make sure his electrolytes were balanced and he wasn’t going to keel over if he got overheated on the way from the apartment to the car.

He told Dustin that morning that it didn’t matter why he was getting up—he was out of bed, wearing clothes, and not looking like—

“You’re still pale,” Dustin said critically. “And you’ve lost muscle mass. I mean, you always get skinny on tour, but now you’re emaciated. No hiking for you for a little while.”

Quinlan glared at him. Dustin had gone to work for the last two days, and Nica had sent Melly and Conroy into the apartment to take turns annoying Quinlan. Those were Nica’s words, but the kids both played Overwatch on PS4, and Quinlan loved playing with them. Conroy was sort of the universal healer of the party—he purposefully took that character. Melly took Widow because she liked to kill and kill bloody. Together they were sort of unstoppable, and Quinlan enjoyed their company—when he could stay awake.

“What am I supposed to do?” Quinlan complained now. “Three more days of Overwatch and I’m going to start regressing back to high school.”

Dustin blew a raspberry at him in the mirror. “That’s a shitty plan. How about you just go to the doctor’s, then come get lunch with me, and then we can watch mushy movies back here until you fall asleep and dream of me.”

Quinlan glared at him. “I already dream of you. It’s….” He was so pale that the stain of embarrassment across his cheeks was clearly obvious.

“Embarrassing?” Dustin asked blandly.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Dustin Matthew Robbins-Grayson—”

Dustin kissed him.

Just out of the blue, mouth over his, their freshly brushed breath mingling, his hands gentle on Quinlan’s thin shoulders.

Quinlan responded—and melted into his body like butter. Dustin wrapped brawny arms around his shoulders and held him, unresisting and soft, against a chest wide as a ’70s muscle car.

“Wow.” Dustin exhaled a shaky breath. “That was epic.”

“Unexpected,” Quinlan croaked. Which was true—but stupid. Dusty had slept with him for the past five nights, living out of Quinlan’s apartment like it was his own. His mom had even brought in a chest of drawers, and Melly had told him that Belinda was thrilled because her boyfriend’s apartment was a real shithole, so she got to move Joachim into her place, and Dustin would stop harassing her cat.

But consequences notwithstanding, Dustin had been there, in Quinlan’s home, his life, his bed, for the last five days.

Quinlan had been sick—but not dead.

And Dustin’s warm, adult, male body had wrapped around his night after night, until he couldn’t even think of sleeping alone anymore. Quinlan had awoken that morning, Dustin’s arm over his, and had rubbed his lips along Dusty’s bicep just on instinct, hoping he knew the rituals, the touches you graced your lovers with because you could.

Dustin had responded by nuzzling the

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