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but he was willing to let bygones be bygones. He never wanted to see the man but
Bruce just wouldn t give up. Nicky couldn t figure out why.
Bruce made no bones about the fact that he didn t like nearly anything Nicky
did. Unlike Troy, who d taught him that the things he did didn t mean he was acting
girly. They were just things he did, things he liked. And Troy seemed to appreciate each
and every one of them.
The voices that woke him grew louder. Troy and Jamie . . . and they were
arguing, most likely about Nicky, since he heard his name mentioned quite a few times.
Nicky stood and made his way toward the kitchen. He paused in the entry and
took in the scene. Troy sat on the kitchen counter, his legs swinging side to side. Jamie
straddled a chair. Both men had beers in their hands.
I m telling you, Jamie, you need to talk to Nicky about this shit, Troy was
saying as he jerked his beer bottle in Jamie s direction. It really does hurt his feeling
when you say these things. Besides, what do you care if he likes them?
It s just wrong, Troy.
Why? If it makes Nicky happy then how can it be wrong? It s not like he s
asking you to do anything. He just wants you to not make fun of him when he does.
Jamie took a sip of his beer then looked down at it as he began peeling off the
label. I just don t understand why he likes that stuff, Jamie said. Why can t he like
more guy things, like lifting weights or playing pool?
Nicky smirked. This wasn t an argument he hadn t heard a million times from
his brother. Jamie never understood why Nicky liked the things he liked and he
couldn t explain it to him.
How do you know he doesn t like those things? Troy countered. Have you
ever asked him or do you just berate him for the things you don t understand?
Jamie s hand slammed down on the table. You don t understand, Troy. Nicky
likes to sew.
Troy chuckled. Yes, he does. He also likes to embroider. In fact, I m hoping to
get him an embroidery machine for his birthday.
What? Jamie exclaimed, his face paling. No, you can t. That will just
Nicky didn t wait to see what else Jamie had to say. He was too excited about the
prospect of getting an actual embroidery machine. He stepped into the room, his
exhilaration giving his steps a little spring.
An embroidery machine? he asked as he walked over to stand between Troy s
legs. Really?
Troy grinned. Yeah, but you weren t supposed to hear that.
What kind?
Well, the lady down at Miller s Sewing Supply said that the PE 700II was the
best. She said that it had the most designs available and it could
The PE 700II? Nicky said as he bounced on his feet. That s one of the best out
there.
I know.
Did you also know you can download pictures or jpegs onto it from your
computer? I could embroider anything.
Do you seriously like that shit? Jamie asked.
Troy s grin turned into a frown.
Nicky moved farther into the apex of Troy s thighs and leaned his head against
the man s chest. No, of course not, Nicky whispered. I just
Nicky, Troy said as he grabbed him by the arms and gave him a little shake,
tell him the truth. You two are never going to solve your problems if you don t
communicate with each other.
Nicky glared at Troy but he knew his lover was right. Taking a deep breath, he
turned to face Jamie. He could feel Troy s hands settled on his shoulders and he knew
they were there to give him support and courage.
Yes, I like to sew. I ve liked to sew ever since Mom showed me how. All the
things that Mom did she taught me. While you were off learning to tune the car with
Dad, I was in the house with Mom learning how to cook and decorate and clip
coupons.
Nicky watched Jamie s mouth drop open. He could see the astonishment on his
face. He d never told Jamie any of this. Well, Jamie was in for more of a shock because
Nicky wasn t done.
And just because I like these things, it doesn t make me any less of a man.
That s like saying Troy is less of a man because he likes wine instead of beer.
Don t be ridiculous, Jamie snapped. They re two different things.
Exactly, and just because two people might not like the same things doesn t
make one of them wrong. Every time you demean me or make some snide comment
about the things I do you make me feel like there is something wrong with me. There s
not.
Jamie looked stricken. Nicky, I didn t mean to
Nicky walked over and sat in the chair next to Jamie. He grabbed Jamie s hands
and held them in his as he looked his brother in the face. I know you love me, James.
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