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- Herausgeber: Dreamspinner Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Sonny Daye works hard in the business he and his lover Ace have built from scratch. He sweats through days that shouldn't be so hot, he fixes cars that shouldn't be broke—he even puts up with customers that oughta just drive off the road and spare the car and Sonny himself the pain. On an ordinary day, Sonny can help a bunch of stupid kids, teach a snotty rich guy a lesson, and stop a felon in his tracks without killing him! It's hard work indeed—but Sonny'll do anything for Ace.
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A Perfectly Sonny Daye
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A Perfectly Sonny Daye
A Fish Out of Water Short Story
by Amy Lane
Sonny Daye works hard in the business he and his lover Ace have built from scratch. He sweats through days that shouldn’t be so hot, he fixes cars that shouldn’t be broke—he even puts up with customers that oughta just drive off the road and spare the car and Sonny himself the pain. On an ordinary day, Sonny can help a bunch of stupid kids, teach a snotty rich guy a lesson, and stop a felon in his tracks without killing him! It's hard work indeed—but Sonny’ll do anything for Ace.
A Perfectly Sonny Daye
FUCKIN’ KIDS. Who thought giving rich kids a nice car was a great idea? I got no idea who thinks you should cut a kid loose with no responsibilities or any fuckin’ thing and a fine automobile and goddammit, it was Jai’s day off and Ace was workin’ the window and I want someone to swear at.
“Ace!” I hollered from the well under the goddamned fucking Mazda3.
“Yeah, Sonny,” he called back. He was doing shit too, but he lets me do the hard stuff ’cause he says I’m better and faster at it, which sometimes I think is Ace just being nice, and sometimes I think it’s Ace being lazy, but most of the time I think it’s Ace being practical, because he’s solid with cars and a right fair mechanic, but he’s right. I’m faster. And in this case, getting this fucking thing done—somebody had put some fucking low-grade fuel in this fuckin’ car, and I needed to rebuild the fucking catalytic converter, which I’m not supposed to be able to do, but God, how stupid do they think I am.
“I gotta rebuild this bitch. Them kids across the street?”
“Not sure.”
“You wanna go tell them I can either rebuild this thing, or they can pay to have one shipped out here, or they can pay to have this fuckin’ car towed to civili-fuckin’-zation?”
“You sure you don’t want to tell them?” he asked. “You got such a way with words.”
“I swear to fuckin’ Christ if I gotta tell one of them douchey college kids how to not fuck up their car, I will clock him across the face with a tire iron, and you keep telling me that shit is bad.”
Ace made a sound suspiciously like laughter, and that put me in an even fouler mood. “You’re right, Sonny, that shit is bad. I don’t like leaving you alone, though. You come outta there so you can see what’s doin’, okay?”
“Yeah. I need a soda anyway.”
“Want me to get us some sandwiches?” he asked, probably to jolly me out of what I had to admit was a shitty mood.
“We got leftovers,” I said reluctantly, but he did have a way of breaking up my cooking with takeout so we didn’t get bored.
“Yeah, but they just started carrying a new sandwich,” he said with decision. “Now unhook the catalytic converter and bring it up here, and I’ll go tell them kids to get comfortable or call their daddies.”
“You mark my words,” I replied sourly, “one of ’em’s gonna offer you a blowjob before that conversation’s over.”
Ace snorted. “Oh, I don’t think it was me they were all soft on,” he said. Then he smirked. “Or hard on.”
I let a grin slip through. I did love me a good dirty joke, and Ace was pretty sharp that way, but he was crazy if he thought them kids were all hot and bothered for my scrawny ass. Every now and then someone thought I was cute, sure. Jai sure had held a torch, and I was glad he’d found George ’cause it’s hard from your best friend, right? But Ace? Ace was… what’s the word? Incandescent.He was all lit up inside with sex and heat, and that was before people even saw his cock, which was somethin’ special.
Naw, if them kids wanted anyone, they wanted Ace.
I finished up detaching the damned converter and came up out from under the well so I could take the thing apart and clean it and put it back together again and not die from heat, because it was hot down there.
Ace took it from me when I got halfway up so I could use the handrails on the concrete stairs, and it was all I could do not to stare at him, all soft and shit, ’cause… ’cause he was Ace, and he did nice things for me without thinkin’.
I set the converter on the workbench and then turned to him, feeling trouble in my soul.
“What?” he asked.
