Loving Hector by John Inman

Author:John Inman [Inman, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-04-10T22:00:00+00:00

Nine

DILL woke up the next morning with Chester’s chin digging into his thigh and Hector’s face burrowed into his armpit. The morning sun was searing his eyeballs, he had to pee like a rhinoceros, his entire left side was asleep, his dick was raw, he was stuck to the sheet with dried come, and Hector was softly snoring into his armpit hair and it tickled like crazy. He was absolutely miserable.

Other than all that, it was the happiest morning of his life.

To make things even better, today was Saturday and he didn’t have to go to the bakery. As far as he knew, Hector didn’t have to go to work either. Or to school that night. The whole long day and evening stretched out before them, and barring unforeseen disaster, they could spend every moment of it together.

Just as Dill was wondering how to get out of bed without disturbing everyone, the phone rang, and everyone managed to be disturbed anyway.

Hector snorted and batted his long eyelashes in Dill’s armpit as the phone jangled on the nightstand. Chester snorted and a large dollop of dog spit fell out of his mouth and landed on Dill’s leg.

Ignoring the phone as best he could, Dill rolled toward Hector, and with his eyes closed against the sun, explored around with his lips like a blind man reading braille until he found what he thought to be another mouth. He supposed it could be an asshole, but he didn’t think so, and he gave that mouth a long good morning kiss. It kissed back, so Dill was convinced it was indeed another pair of lips. Assholes don’t usually kiss back. Not that they don’t enjoy a good tongue job now and then. Last night pretty well proved that theory for all the humans in the room.

Hector gave him a sleepy smile and Dill’s heart fluttered inside his chest like a butterfly in a box.

“Good morning,” Dill said, his heart so full of love he didn’t know if he’d be able to stand it or not.

“Good morning. Can you shoot the phone please? Or throw it out the fucking window?”

“Sure, hon.”

Hector tucked his face into the pillow and was snoring again before Dill reached the phone.

“Hello?”

His mother’s voice was even more strident than the caterwauling telephone. “Dill! Thank God! Your grandfather’s run away. I think he’s had an episode.”

Dill had suffered through every crisis imaginable with his mother. The woman’s life was an opera. Everything was overblown into high drama. Everything. Sometimes he was surprised she didn’t walk around wearing an iron bra, a metal helmet with horns, and dragging a spear along behind her.

Dill yawned. “Is that an episode of Gilligan’s Island or an episode of Leave it to Beaver? I’m confused.”

“It’s not funny, Dillard! I want you out there in your car looking for your grandfather in two minutes! And I mean two minutes, mister!” Her voice softened slightly. “Unless of course you’re with a girl. Are you with a girl, Dill? Is

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