Winter Ball by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 9781623808983
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2015-12-24T16:00:00+00:00

FUNNY THEY should mention that breathing was necessary. His fever died to manageable levels that night, but breathing became a happy memory, a thing of the past, as Skip’s lungs filled up with crap that not even the most determined cough could keep out. He spent Wednesday and Thursday lying in bed limply, trying to expel his lungs through his open mouth by coughing. Richie stayed the night and Carpenter checked up on him during the day, and he almost wished they’d leave him alone. He always seemed to be making the most atrocious noises when they walked in.

Richie and Carpenter went to practice that night and told everybody Skip was sick but to practice anyway. Skip had written down a list of drills they should run, in succession, after they finished laps around the field.

Richie came back to the house and made sure he’d eaten soup and gave him a report on his guys.

“Carpenter was, like, poster child for working out—you should have seen him, Skip, running, doing the drills. I think he’s lost weight, worrying about you.”

Skip squinted at Richie, who still had the last vestiges of a nose brace on, as well as the two black eyes that came with it.

“I know how he feels,” Skip muttered.

“Yeah, well, eat more than soup, or you’re not going to fit into a thing you own. But you need to listen. The guys were real good—except for McAllister, but you know, he’s always been sort of an asshole about ‘Make me, whydoncha!’ so that doesn’t matter. They were good. They wanted to know if you’re going to be there on Saturday and I said if you were, it was on the sidelines only.”

“Aw,” Skip said, and then coughed for ten minutes while Richie waited patiently for him to be able to finish his thought. “Maybe not,” Skip managed to whisper when he was done. “Maybe sleeping without coughing—there’s a priority.”

Richie nodded. “I knew you were a smart man,” he said with some satisfaction. He trailed a touch down the side of Skip’s arm, and for the first time in days, Skip’s body remembered what that meant.

“Ooh,” he said, rolling over to face Richie. Richie had made him get up to change the sheets that morning, and he’d just showered and taken meds. If his chest hadn’t felt shredded, he might have felt a light-year from sexy, instead of two or three galaxy lengths like he had been. “If I get better by Sunday, think you and me….” He batted his eyelashes, hoping that did it for Richie.

“I think we might,” Richie said, rustling his hair. “But we gotta see if you can be a good boy being sick before you can be a grown-up getting well, ’kay, Skipper?”

“Best thing about being a grown-up is getting to have sex,” Skip sulked.

Richie just laughed.

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