NM-129 Hot Brothers

(The title means ‘brothers’ in the colloquial, race sort of way… not the incesty sort of way)

FOREWORD

The rain was falling, heavily and cold.

Ronnie trotted along the edge of the buildings, and Jack followed behind.

Until they came to a small walk-up.

Ronnie opened the front door of the building, got inside, held it open for Jack, and then let them both shake it off…

“There,” he said, “That’s better…”

“Sure it…”

They went up the creaky stairs, and then they were by Ronnie’s door.

He put the key in and opened it, to a small studio, with a single red light overhead, not unlike the atmosphere in the back room of the bar.

“Not a bad place,” Jack said.

“It’ll do.”

Ronnie reached for the bottle he had stashed there and poured them each a drink.

Courage blood.

When they’d downed it, Ronnie came over and put his arms around his friend’s waist.

And pulled him close.

And kissed him on the mouth.

And slowly guided him to the bedroom…