The Legend of the Ditto Twins by Jerry Douglas

Author:Jerry Douglas [Douglas, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay, Fiction
ISBN: 9783867872577
Google: ON2ipwAACAAJ
Amazon: 3867872570
Publisher: Bruno Gmunder Verlag GmbH
Published: 2012-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty minutes later, Clark and I strolled into the hotel lobby, trying to appear casual, as if returning from an early morning jog. As we passed the dining room, we saw Clay and Jay having breakfast. Worse, they saw us.

"What are you two doing up so early?" asked Clark in an attempt to take the offensive.

"What are you two doing up so late?" asked Clay.

"We stayed over at..."

“...Helmut's." Jay finished the sentence before I could.

"Yes, but we can explain..."

"As if you need to." Clay shook his head in extravagant disgust. "For Chrissake, relax! We're not your mother. Pull up a fuckin chair and sit down. You look like you need food."

Jay leaned forward. "Food? What they fuckin' need is a transfusion."

We couldn't help but grin, and so we sat down, trying our best to assume an air of Sphinx-like mystery.

"We had a very nice evening."

"And how was yours?"

"Very nice," replied Jay. "I just have one fuckin' question. Did he have any drugs?"

"No, of course not, Did you..."

“...think he would?"

"I had hoped not." He reached across to take our hands. "You will discover that I am quite an old mother hen."

"I don't understand," replied Clark. "If you thought there'd be drugs, why did you hand us to him, practically on a silver platter?"

Jay pulled back, releasing our hands and finding Clay's instead. "Well, we could both fuckin' see..."

“...that you two were getting so fuckin antsy..."

“...that it was only a fuckin matter of time till one or both of you were going to stray off the reservation." Jay smiled. "We've been there. We know. So. We decided it'd be best if you did your dallying in a controlled situation. Helmut was as fuckin' hot for you as you were for him. And I trust him completely. Well, almost completely. He's every mother's son—until he takes his pants off. Right?"

We grinned some more.

"Dear ones, I've shot a dozen of his films. No wonder you look like hell. It's a fuckin' miracle you're still walking."

We laughed out loud. "You should..."

“...see him!"

We all had a good laugh and ordered breakfast. It wasn't until our second cup of coffee that Clay cleared his throat.

"Uh... gentlemen, I hate to bring this up, but, y'know, Labor Day's only a week away."

I blanched. "Already? That's impossible. We..."

“...just got here."

Clay opened his hands helplessly. "What're you gonna do?" Then he repeated the sentence, this time giving full value to each of the words. "What are you going to do?"

Clark and I looked at each other. He spoke first.

"Well, if we were smart, we'd get on the next plane, so that we could have a meeting with Mom before Labor Day, and work out a deal."

I nodded uneasily. "But the problem is: We don't always do the smart thing. We'd really rather stay with you, Clay."

"Well, you're welcome. You know that."

"We know. You're..."

“...our safety net. That's the main reason why..."

“...we've pretty much decided to go back home..."

“...for one more year, depending on whether..."

“...Mom agrees to the car."

"My God, the kids are growing up," said Jay.

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