Hopping Against Homo/Trans*phobia with Daniel Radcliffe

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Friday Flash: Rue & Woe-Part Two

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I almost let Bobby Matthews take my virginity today.

Rue looked at the words on his LiveJournal blog. He kinda couldn't believe he'd actually written them, but then again, he kinda couldn't believe he'd let Bobby get him naked and pin him to the guestroom bed in Bobby's mother's boyfriend's condo. Bobby wasn’t scary like the other guy who’d tried to get in Rue’s pants. He had nice strong hands but he used them gently and he’d kissed the side of Rue’s neck until all Rue could do was shiver and moan and writhe against the plum colored duvet on the plush, king-sized bed and wish Bobby would reach around his waist and just touch him one time.

Just once, cause that’s all it would take and then Rue woulda been screaming and shooting his spunk all over the covers. Probably best they hadn’t done that, cause Rue was pretty sure that woulda left a stain on the duvet, and then Bobby woulda had to explain and then Rue’s mom woulda got a “concerned” phone call and shit… it woulda been shit, because even though Bobby’s hands stroked Rue’s skin just right, and even though his kisses were hot slick perfection he wasn’t Woe.

Rue was holding out for Woe.

I’m glad he forgot to warm the lube up, cause the cold stuff hitting my ass snapped me outta the crazy sex-spell he’d put me under and shut my little head up long enough for my big head to get a word in edgewise… and trust me, that fucker was screaming for me to get the fuck up off the bed and not piss Bobby off and wondering how the fuck I got myself into that position in the first place—

“Rue, hon, it’s time for dinner.” His mom’s voice echoed cheerily up the stairs. Rue minimized his screen in a panic before he remembered that he’d locked his door before he started trying to put his thoughts into words.

“Uh, yeah, ma, I’ll be right there.” Rue walked over to the door, unlocked it and cracked it open before shouting.  Pushing it shut behind him he moved back to his desk, maximized the LiveJournal screen and then went about the process of saving his entry as a draft before he signed out of his account. He’d finish up later on tonight. Like maybe after his mom was asleep. Writing about what he’d done today with Bobby… well, he just didn’t really want to deal with his mom tapping on his door while he was using his fist to stroke himself and pretending he’d been with Woe instead and everything had been perfect.

Um, eww.

“Rue, get off that computer and get down here right now.” Rue could hear the exasperation in his mom’s voice. He winced, because she really hated hollering from the foot of the stairs, and this was gonna cost him at least an hour of playing some stupid board game or several hands of Uno before his mom felt like they’d “connected” enough. He gave an exaggerated all over body shiver, and powered down his laptop.

Holy crap, parents could be so demanding.

Rue pounded down the stairs, swung around the corner, fell through the kitchen doorway and collapsed into his chair. His mother turned from the stove, one sleek black eyebrow rising toward her hairline and transforming her expression into a classic look of loving disapproval. “Could you maybe walk down the stairs next time there, sir?”

A sheepish grin crept across Rue’s face as he straightened in his seat. “Sure, ma. Sorry.”

His mom’s smile softened her face back into being simply loving. “Okay. I just would like to have a few more years to get the current mortgage paid down before I have to take out a new one to repair all the things you’ve broken by rampaging around like a bull in a china shop.”

Rue blinked at his mom. “Really ma? A bull in a china shop?”

His mom laughed, little smile lines creasing the corners of her eyes. She pulled open the dish cabinet door and took down two plates. “I made Chicken Alfredo.”

Rue’s stomach growled. “Is that what smells so good?” He moaned in happiness. God, he loved his mom’s Chicken Alfredo. She made it with fresh basil and garlic and when she plated it up sprinkled shredded mozzarella and parmesan cheese over the top. She sometimes put slices of ripe plum tomatoes along the edges. Rue moaned again. His mom snorted. “Hang tough over there, son. Sustenance is nearly yours.”

Then she was setting the plates down, and she’d put the tomatoes on and—God, sometimes Rue remembered just how good he had it. He wanted to talk to her because he’d always told her everything, but this was really private stuff. And he didn’t want to get Bobby in trouble. And he paid attention in health class and he knew all about STD’s and even if Bobby had remembered to warm the lube and he’d given it up this afternoon he was pretty sure he’d have remembered to make Bobby put a condom on.

Maybe.

But who could he talk to about—

Thirteen more days. Really just twelve and a wake-up, and then Woe would be home and he could ask him. Rue knew Woe would give it to him straight—

He snickered, then looked up from his plate, fork hanging from his hand in mid-air, and shook his head at his mom. “Nothing. Sorry.”

She quirked that eyebrow at him again, but didn’t say anything, seeming content to just eat in silence. Rue thanked every star in the heavens for that, cause he really didn’t think he was capable of holding a decent conversation right now. He’d been unable to stop the snicker when he realized how dirty Woe giving it to him straight sounded… and oh, god he was getting a boner at the table with his mom sitting right there.

Rue’s face turned bright red.

“Hon, are you okay? I didn’t put anything really spicy in the Alfredo this time, I promise.” His mom’s mouth was turning down at the corners. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face. She was so tired most of the time, and even though she told him all the time how much she loved both her jobs Rue didn’t want to add even a little bit to that burden. Not if he could help it. “Ah. No. Just thought of something real embarrassing—and no, before you ask, I don’t wanna talk about it. Not ever. Not. Ever.”

Thankfully his mom took him at his word, letting the topic drop. By the time she served sliced pears for dessert, his other issue had ceased rearing its ugly head too. Not that Rue really thought LBR (little big Rue) had an ugly head, but he was very happy he could get up from the table without the grossness of his mom seeing him with a hard-on.

Geez.

He was pretty sure they’d both be scarred for life.

Welcoming C.Z. Collins to Tales of Rue and Woe

Cherie: CZ why do you think your reviews will appeal to pre-teen and teenage YA readers?


CZ: I tell them upfront what I like and dislike about the book, and why.

Cherie: What do you think makes you specially qualified to review books for this age group?

CZ: I myself am in this age group, and am very well read.

Cherie: Do you have any fun facts about yourself you want to share with the readers? 

CZ: Well, I read about a thousand books a year, and  I like sing show-tunes utilizing only the word: Eggplant.

Cherie: Well. That's ... very interesting. *waggles eyebrows*

Thanks for joining us today. We look forward to your reviews in the future.

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