Scoring Position by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James

Author:Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James [James, Ashlyn Kane and Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64108-392-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2022-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

RYAN DIDN’T celebrate Christmas, his grandparents being strict atheists on his father’s side and Jewish atheists on his mother’s, so being semi in charge of the holiday dinner because Nico was a hopeless cook and didn’t want to put the burden of making a meal on his mom was kind of a mind fuck.

But he’d volunteered. He was not interested in eating a turkey that was even drier than the standard, and apparently Germans usually made goose or duck. But there were limits to what Ryan was willing to attempt, and making a goose was past them.

Where did you even buy a goose in the US? Like, assuming you didn’t shoot it yourself?

But before Ryan could bite off more than he could chew, Yorkie had mentioned a local restaurant that would cater. Downside—he didn’t have the excuse of hiding in the kitchen all day. Upside—not making a full turkey dinner for a holiday he didn’t observe.

He did volunteer to go pick up the meal, which gave him forty minutes out from the forced festivity.

But when he returned to the house around four in the afternoon, the festivity didn’t feel forced at all. The whole place smelled like cinnamon and cloves and… booze. Very delicious booze. Nico and his dad were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, staring each other down at a game of chess, while Nico’s mom stood at the stove stirring a pot of something that looked like hot red wine.

Maybe Ryan shouldn’t have left them alone.

“Uh,” he said, standing there with the bags of food. “Should I…?”

Before he could continue, Nico’s dad knocked over his king, smiling. He and Nico shook hands. It was creepy.

Then they clinked mugs that were definitely not filled with tea and chugged them.

Ryan was officially weirded out. Also, he wanted some of whatever was in the mugs. It had to be some kind of miracle drink. “Is this a bad time for dinner?”

Nico put his mug down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips were stained a deep burgundy. “It’s the perfect time for dinner.”

“Good, because I’m going to need food in my belly before I start putting alcohol in it.”

Nico’s mother laughed and said something in Russian. Then she poured a bunch of rum over the wine pot and lit it on fire.

Nico’s mom was metal as fuck.

“Definitely food,” Ryan reiterated. He nudged Nico. “Come on, we should sit in the dining room, and I think it needs dusting.”

Nico smiled at the weak joke, and Ryan began to rearrange the food bags to hide his surprise.

Neither of them had spent much time in the dining room, even to walk through on a regular basis, but it did not possess mausoleum levels of dust. Still, it was weird to pull out a table cloth and set the table with proper place settings while he managed the whole thing in an intimate dance with Nico. Thank God the view of the dining room from the kitchen was poor enough that Rudy missed it.

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