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Dangerous Liaison

... Made sure I had my dance medals. Then I went back down and it was like I was already invisible. But I told them it wasn't my choice to cut off contact. I would always be grateful for the fact they clothed and fed me. Gave me dance. I mean they worked hard to pay for that and travelled all around the east coast for competitions and stuff." David just grunted.

"Yea well. I thanked them for all they had done, and told them I would always be willing to talk. Drew's parents would know how to find me. Then I left." I rested my cheek against David for comfort. "I'll never know why they took me. It certainly wasn't for love. Duty maybe. They were the legal guardians."

"You went to Drew's?"

"Yea. Nineteen, kicked out of the house, no money, and it's nearly midnight. I was terrified. Drew's parents had already done so much, what if this was a step too far? I was numb. Anyway, Drew's mom opened the door in her dressing gown. She knew immediately what had happened. She was really angry and really sad at the same time. I asked if I could borrow their couch for a couple of nights, and she slapped my head, like a don't be stupid slap and then hugged me. Then took my bags to their spare room, Drew's sister had moved out by then, and Malcom pulled me into his den."

"His den?"

"Yea. He seemed to know I wasn't ready to talk. He has this little couch in there that looks over the garden. Even at night it's pretty and peaceful. He went and poured two short glasses of whiskey. Sat ...

... next to me and handed me one. Told me to breathe it in. Then a tiny sip, let it wet my mouth rather than swallow."

"The man knows his whiskey." "Yea, it was heady. Then the first proper sip. I swear. I heard angels sing." David snorted and I raised an eyebrow. "You can laugh, but it was an 1982 Macallan."

David's mouth dropped open. "Are you shitting me?"

I laughed with delight. "Ruined me for life!"

I pulled his arms tighter around me. "Half hour later, and I'm a little lighted headed, he helps me up the stairs and I collapse onto the bed in their spare room. Kinda massive pain and numbness at the same time. I hear Drew come in, he was at his girlfriend's. I can hear him talking low with his dad, then moving about in his room. Then the door opens and Drew comes in, in sleep shorts. Just crawls into the bed behind me and pulls me into the little spoon. He always did that if we had to share."

"He was never uncomfortable about that, with you being gay?"

"No. We're basically brothers. Snoring, farting, morning wood. Not a big deal when it's your brother."

"You're so lucky to have him," David told me.

"Yea I know. He snuggles in and there's a pause then he asks me why I smell of whiskey. He was so pissed off when I told him, and you know what?"

"What?"

"Malcom never did buy him a drink until he turned twenty-one."

"Of course, it's twenty-one in the States." David grinned amused. "I have to meet these people. So what did you do?"

"I wallowed for a ...