Page 40 of Pride High 3: Yellow
He stared, never having seen his boyfriend so upbeat. Or so chatty!
“Are you sure you aren’t high?” Ricky asked.
“I’ll get there. And so will you.” Diego reached for the Tupperware container.
“That’s okay,” Ricky said, taking his hand to stop him. “I like that you baked for me, but I don’t think drugs are my thing.”
Diego looked surprised before shrugging. “I have a six pack in the trunk.”
Ricky laughed. “I don’t need to get highordrunk. All I want is you.”
“You’ve got it,” Diego said, rolling onto him again. He kept going, taking Ricky with him, until he was tangled up in his arms and legs. “What’s this nerd stuff you’re watching? He looks like the new mechanic we hired.”
“That’s Worf,” Ricky said. “You know, a Klingon?”
“Is that like a hard-on that you cling to? Because I can help you there.”
Diego started grinding against him while trying to shove a tongue in his ear, which made Ricky squeal with laughter. They were wrestling when someone cleared their throat.
Ricky raised his head and blinked. His mother was standing by the now-open door. “Are you boys hungry?” she asked while looking concerned.
“I think we’re going out to eat,” Diego said, turning his head toward him but not letting go. “Aren’t we?”
“Yes,” Ricky said, gently untangling himself so he could sit up.
“That sounds expensive,” Ami said, still wearing the same worried expression. “You parents must give you quite the allowance.”
“I’ve got a job,” Diego said easily.
“Doing what?”
Ricky didn’t like where this line of questioning was going.
“Repairing cars,” Diego replied, putting his hands behind his head.
He was still stretched out in bed. Ricky wished he would sit up. Especially because his mother’s forehead had creased.
“That sounds like serious work,” she said.
“It’s the family business,” Diego explained. “I work in my dad’s shop.”
“Oh.” Ami perked up at this and seemed to relax. “That’s nice!”
“I’ve always liked messing with cars,” Diego explained.
“Okay. Well, I’ll let you boys have fun.” And yet, she didn’t go away. “It’s a school night, Ricky.”
“I’ll be home before ten,” he said. “I promise.”
This seemed to finally appease her. She left, but without closing the door.
“Want me to shut it?” Diego asked, rolling to his side and grabbing Ricky around the waist.
“No,” he said tersely. “Let’s go.”
“Cool. What do you want to do? Besides eat?”
Ricky gnawed his bottom lip, not wanting to ruin the festive mood, but he was his mother’s child and had worries of his own. “Should you be driving when you’re high?”
