Six Ways from Sunday by Celeste Mercy

Author:Celeste, Mercy [Celeste, Mercy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Mercy Celeste - Beg for Mercy Press
Published: 2013-04-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

“I am so going to fuck you up, six ways from Sunday, Sunday,” Bo moaned as he leaned over the dashboard. His back burned like a million tiny bees decided to use him for a pin cushion.

“How is this my fault, Murphy? You’re the one who decided to get a tattoo. I didn’t tell you to. In fact, I do recall telling you that the spine is probably not the best place to get your first one but you had to be bad ass and do it anyway.” Dylan glanced over at him as they drove through town. Bo was thrilled that he didn’t smirk—too much.

“I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for that. You should have talked louder. Something. This shit hurts.”

“You only bled a little bit and there’s hardly no swelling. You’re just being a baby.”

“Oh yeah? Well, how drunk were you when you got yours?” He wanted desperately to rub something in after the hosing back at the practice field.

Dylan didn’t say anything; he just stared ahead and tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel as he navigated based on the GPS’s directions.

“I don’t fucking believe you. You had to be drunk or something to deal with that kind of…shit. You’re a masochist, aren’t you? You like pain. You get off on pain. That’s it. I knew it.”

“I wanted it to mean something. Both of them. I went in sober so I wouldn’t walk away with a dead chicken or dancing mermaid or something stupid. Both of mine mean something to me. Especially the one down my spine.”

Bo sat quietly for a long time, watching the winter scenery pass him by. They were out of the city and into the quiet of bayou country now. “You mean something to me. And not just as a guy I’d like to fuck on a regular basis either. I mean, you came back and we picked up right where we left off. You’re fun. And you get me. You let me get away with shit no one else will tolerate. I’ve always liked that about you.”

“You like that because I was letting you get away with the same shit I was trying to get away with. There’s a fine line between love and enabling in our relationship if you think about it long enough. And that’s the liquor talking. Next you’ll be on the floor sobbing and saying I love you, man.”

“But I do love you. You’re my man. My—I have no idea what we are. What are we?”

“I see us sort of as a modern day Fred and Barney.” Dylan answered in all seriousness. Bo must have made a face because Dylan reached over and squeezed his knee. “Okay no, Scooby and Shaggy? But I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with being either one. How about Ken and GI Joe. You’re my Ken doll. When Ken let his hair grow out long and played football and realized that cheerleader Barbie was all boobs and no dick.”

“You are seriously messed up in the head.

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