Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special 3)

There he was right there, just twenty feet away from him.

“we pray that God continues to strengthen her only son”

Curtis stared at his fantasy man while everyone’s focus was finally on something else besides him. While everyone still had their eyes closed… or at least everyone was supposed to have their eyes closed. Curtis watched with a stunned expression as the man holding his undivided attention seemed to move in slow motion. His hand came up towards his face – his thick bicep stretching the material of his jacket – and oh so slowly removed his dark shades.

Piercing green eyes stared back at him, stunning and focused. Curtis gasped when those sexy lips curved up into a slight smile that almost had Curtis bolting out of his seat. And as if that wasn’t bad enough Curtis was thrown a slight wink before those dark shades were replaced.

“may you all say amen and amen.”

“amen”

Thank goodness the prayer was over. He couldn’t get a hard on at his mother’s funeral. People would think he was a sick pervert. His dads hugged him tightly, both of them sandwiching him between their two solid chests.

Okay, let me go! Let me go!

He stood up and walked to the front so he could shake everyone’s hand, his eyes cutting over and lingering on a certain figure standing in the background. Curtis was elbowed lightly by his dad. He looked over at Green and noticed him nodding at something. He turned and looked up at the tall man standing in front of him with his hand extended.

Curtis jerked his hand up. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“No problem, Curtis. You probably don’t recognize me. I’ve seen you around the precinct. I’m Officer Michaels, I also know Ruxs and Green. I just wanted to come by and extend my condolences.”

Curtis shook the man’s hand and thanked him for coming, extending an invitation to the repast after. Michaels politely declined and shook his fathers’ hands before walking off.

Finally it was his turn. Oh my goodness. He approached slowly, eyeing Curtis up and down with eyes greener than a lily pad on a lake in Toronto. All Curtis could do was try to remain standing. He watched with wide eyes as the man of his dreams gripped his small hand and said in voice that was as sexy and growly as Vin Diesel’s, but with an endearing country twang, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

So simple. Then he was gone.

Curtis watched longingly as he walked away. After having only seen him once before, at the precinct very briefly, he was back again. Genesis Godfrey. God’s little – but not so fucking-little-at-all – brother.

Curtis sat at the dining room table in God and Day’s house. Most people were out on the back lawn. Some mingling in the house picking at the remnants of the buffet table. Everything was delicious, catered by Curtis’ favorite restaurant. Except for the deserts, which were made by Day and God’s mom. He looked out the large bay window, wishing he could just go out there and talk and shoot the breeze with the guys, but the moms had him surrounded.

Green’s mom – his now grandma – sat on one side of him. Her soft hand resting on top of his. On the other side was Day’s mom. She kept trying to get him to eat more of the honey-baked ham that sat untouched on the massive plate they filled for him. He wasn’t that hungry to begin with. His dad – Green – had made sure he ate a hearty breakfast before heading to the graveside service.

“No thank you,” he said quietly. “I really am full, Mrs. Day.”

“But you’re so thin. I could snap you like a chicken,” she said pinching his collar bone.

Someone please rescue me. Please. Anyone. Charlie’s Angels. Batman. Does anyone hear me?

“Stop grabbing on the boy, Mom,” Day said on his way past the door.

No Day, don’t go.

He tried to put a smile back on his face. God’s mother was across from him. She was one of the sweetest, most timid women he’d ever met. How she bore such huge sons was beyond his understanding. He’d only met her at get-togethers at God and Day’s house, but she was always nice to him.

“So how’s the college decision coming, Curtis?” Vickie asked, around a mouth full of pecan pie.

“I’ve narrowed it down to two,” Curtis responded, gently extracting his hand from his grandmother like he needed it to pick up his soda. He drained it all immediately only for God’s mom to quickly shuffle out of her seat to refill it.

“Ms. Godfrey that’s okay, you don’t —” He let his protest die, since she was already in the kitchen pouring.

“Oh yeah, which two?” Vickie asked cutting herself another piece of pie.

“Um. University of Virginia or the Georgia.”

God’s mom beamed. “That’s where my Genny goes. Did you know that?”