The WASPs by Clancy Nacht

Author:Clancy Nacht [Nacht, Clancy]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Lionel was clocking the evolving expressions on Blake"s

face with a stomach-turning glee. He lived up to his leonine

name, and Blake"s show of weakness only incited his

predatory instincts, like the scent of blood. His father sat

back and grinned. “Had I known that was how you were

making rent, Blake, I might"ve let you stay here. You have to

tell me these things, my boy.”

Blake shook his head as he pushed his bacon away. “It"s

not rent.”

Lionel leaned forward, head tilted. “Oh, what is it?”

What could he say? Blake shrugged and stirred his

coffee.

Lionel sighed. “Well, that"s your life, isn"t it, Blake? One

big shrug. You"re given beauty, youth, money, a beautiful

wife and baby, and what do you do with it? Nothing. She

leaves you, and you don"t even have the wherewithal to fuck

your way out of it.”

Blake thought of Mitchell and almost laughed. Would

that have made his father proud? He could fuck his way out

of it. Or maybe that was what he was doing with Tyrone. It

didn"t seem possible from what he felt while they were

fucking that it had meant any less to Tyrone than it did to

him, but Tyrone wasn"t even looking at him now, let alone

defending him.

Then Tyrone spoke, pushing away his plate just as

Blake had his. “You"re a repulsive old letch, and you will die

alone. No one will remember you young and beautiful like

Blake. They"ll remember the old man with a plasticized face

who was found by a servant a day later in a puddle of his

own urine and feces with livor mortis dappling and distorting

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his body. Disinheriting him may serve you now, but in the

end, it just spares him having to care, and no one else

would. That"s your life, isn"t it, Lionel?”

Tyrone rose to his feet and paced over to the window

opposite his host, but it took him away from Blake"s side as

surely as it did from his father"s. Tyrone looked nauseated,

unnaturally pallid. “Maybe I can"t be what Blake needs or

wants, but even if he racks up as many failed marriages as

you, I will still be there at the end. That"s what family does,

and Blake is my family even if you eject him from yours.”

Tyrone lapsed into silence then, suddenly, as if he

wanted to say more and wouldn"t. He turned his back to

them and stared out onto the beautifully manicured garden,

his shoulders a taut, angry line.

“Oh ho, the young Turk speaks from his vast experience

and wisdom.” If Lionel was angry, he didn"t show it. Instead

he smirked. “Seems to me that disinheriting him served you,

did it not?”

Blake watched Tyrone anxiously. He was visibly upset,

though over what exactly, Blake wasn"t sure. There were so

many reasons he could be angry. Lionel had that effect on

people. Blake pulled his napkin from his lap and folded it. As

he stood, he tossed it at the old coot and went to Tyrone"s

side. “I"m sorry. I shouldn"t have brought you here. He gets

off on being repulsive.”

Blake rested his chin on Tyrone"s shoulder, trying to

figure out what was bothering his friend the most. It seemed

like the closer they got, the less Blake could read him.

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