" "You gonna tear his fuckin' throat out man," the first man smirked." "You gonna tear his fuckin' throat out man," the first man smirked. Luis laughed as he placed his arm possessively around Rafael's bare shoulders and pulled the boy closer to him. "What the fuck. He ain't no sweet-singin' choirboy. He ain't gonna care if he croaks for a coupla days." The men laughed as Luis pushed the boy through the doorway and into the hall and then into the next room. Rafael dropped his clothes on the table and watched as Luis went over and turned on the television. "Missed half the fuckin' ball-game," Luis said angrily as he looked at his watch. "Come here kid," he added. The man dropped down onto the well-worn couch. Rafael came closer and stood to one side, knowing that if he blocked Luis' view of the TV there would be unpleasant results. "Yeah?" he asked quietly. His fear was irrational, yet it was well-founded. Luis had done nothing to him that frightened him, yet he could sense violence lurking just under the surface. "Git me a fuckin' beer kid. Git one for yourself too." Rafael walked back into the kitchen. The men looked up and smirked, "Bet he's got a tight little ass. Real fuckin' tight I bet. Them kids with the small dicks is always fuckin' tight-assed." Rafael turned around and grinned cheekily, "You ain't gonna find out so fuck off". "Ohhhhh! He sure is brave ain't he? You won't be so fuckin' brave after Luis is done wid ya," the man laughed. Rafael shrugged and turned back to the refrigerator. He squatted down on his haunches to pull two beers off the six-pack. "Got a cute ass ain't he. Not much up front, but a lot of fun in the rear I bet," the man continued. Rafael stood up and smirked again as he closed the door, "Like I said, you ain't gonna find out." He walked out of the kitchen, swaggering with boyish pride at his own boldness. He'd told them. He'd held his own. He went over to Luis and handed him one of the beers. He remained standing for a second or two until Luis pointed to the couch. Rafael sat down, pulling the flip-top on his beer. He was thirsty and he took a swig, choking it down as the sour taste came into his mouth. |