Page 33 of Everything Is Yours
“Pity. I’m a great shoulder to cry on.”
“I bet you are.” I lifted my shades and smiled at him. Rick lifted his and stared pointedly at me for a minute then dropped his Oakley’s back to his nose.
“I believe you.”
“Good, because I mean every word of it. She’s everything to me.”
“And you to her.”
“I know.”
“Fuck, Alfie, you turned into some kind of know it all?”
I grinned and bumped his shoulder with mine.
“She’s only yours because you found her first, dude.”
“Nope, she’s mine because she’s heaven sent. Your deals are all with the devil, Rick.”
“True.” Rick chortled again then sat silently looking at me through his shades. “No tripod then?”
“What the fuck…tripod? Are you male on male these days, Rick?”
“Are you asking if I’d do you, Alfie?” A wicked smirk curved his lips, and I wasn’t sure whether he was joking or not.
“Not me, Rick. I’m faithful, and I’m not soliciting for a fuck buddy. I already have a permanent one.”
“Pity. I’m just gonna have to focus on Lenny then.”
I raised my eyebrow in question, but his face was deadpan. Once again, Rick Fars was an enigma because I had no clue whether he was fucking with me or not.
“All I can say is, Lily and I are off the market, Rick. She’s taken. Mine.”
“Fuck, I get it,” he smiled and put his hands up. “I’m just fucking with y’all.”
“You’re very good at that, Rick. Maybe you should consider moonlighting during the day as a ‘fuck with y’all consultant’.”
“Hey, that has a ring to it. I may take your advice in forty years when my brain, the lyrics, and my dick shrivel up.”
We were still going at it with our banter when Jack walked up to us. “How many rock stars does it take to put on a pair of skis, Rick?”
Rick growled at Jack because he knew he was referring to him and Len falling over. I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped and was glad that Jack had come down first because I wanted to thank him for spending time with Lily.
“Anytime, Alfie. Lily isn’t my world anymore, but she’s still so damned important to me. I’m really thankful to get the time with her. Thank you for understanding what we are to each other.”
Lily showed up, and Jack turned to give her a huge beaming smile. Lily’s face lit up, and her toothy grin was almost as big as it had been when we arrived.
“Stay there. Don’t move.” Lily wandered over to the barista and a few seconds later waddled back in her snow boots, the barista holding her cell phone.
“It isn’t every day I get my three favorite men in one place for a picture with me,” she grinned and squeezed between Jack and me.
We all huddled close and smiled for the camera. Lily’s hands went behind us and pulled us closer.
Just as the barista went to take the picture Jack said, “Lily, get your hand off my dick you’re making me hard.”
Rick instantly looked down, and the barista took the picture. Lily, Jack and I were smiling for the camera, and Rick was checking Jack’s groin in the picture. The thing that made everything else pale in comparison was Lily’s smile. It was endless.
“Jack Cunningham, you’re a fucker, you know that right?”
