After School at the Ramsey's (Short Story)

-I very desperately need to be writing more, as this is the most efficient way I will be able to give out lore! More to come, and hopefully sooner-


     The mischievous giggling from the room that sat just above the kitchen was one of a hushed nature, as it often was. two boys cackling to themselves about something they found rather clever, perhaps a magazine of some kind or a conversion of their school boy crushes. Either or, the idea of her boy having created such a friend made Abigail smile as she stirred the slicked dish of pasta in front of her. The smile was one of content warmth as it often was, her mind swirling with the fantasy of Gene and Aiden being each other's best men at one another’s weddings. Perhaps their children would have playdates, and surely they would take place in this very home! How exciting that would be.

     She let out a slow sigh through her nose, swaying slowly as the soothing instrumental of “Lujon'' hummed through the Zenith radio that sat just beside the fruit bowl. Abigail allowed herself to turn, looking to the hefty Italian that sat in his recliner, the man of whom she called her husband. He had a thick cigar between his lips, his bristled mustache prickling against the rolled paper. His lazy eyes were down on the newspaper he so often read, seeming to lack the awareness for the boys that Abby had.

     “Rambo.” She whispered, the grin hearable in her tone.

     “mm.” He hummed, though did not remove his eyes from his paper.

     “Rambo.” She insisted again, finally gaining his eyes. “Aren't they just precious?”

     Ramsey glanced upwards to the planks of wood above that lead to his son’s room. He wasn't sure what Abigail was wanting, the slow cogs in his mind beginning to turn. He looked back at her, giving her a soft shrug. With a roll of the eyes, Abigail returned to her dish.

     However, the subtle squeak of leather and the heavy sigh from a large man  arising from his recliner foretold Rambo's arrival at her side, his thick hands finding her hips. A new smile began to tug at the corners of Abigail's mouth as her dearest husband began to sway along with her.

     His breath was slow and deep as she knew it to be, the warmth from his body subtly pressing against her while she stirred.

     “Woman, I never know what you want.” His low gruffy tone exhaled, the thick Italian accent heavy.



     “Haha- Gene- stop it, it's not fair anymore!” Ace giggled, a bright smile causing his soft eyes to glisten. A rare event.

     “Oh yea?” Gene questioned, “And whys that?”

     Gene’s hands pressed Ace’s wrists down to the bed, hovering over him as the smaller boy’s legs wriggled and kicked under him much like a snake whose head was pinned.

     “You’re an ogre now- haha!”

     “An ogre?”

     “G-Ene-!” He yelped as Gene’s left hand attacked his rib, making his voice crack unflatteringly. “Okay- Okay get off!”

     “I don't think I will.”

     Though Gene’s tone was flat, he had a very subtle joy in his eyes, sitting down now on Ace’s lap as though having decided to keep him there forever.

      The posters of cowboys that lined the slanted walls of Gene’s room watched Ace’s torture. The fluffed and frumpy quilts, heavily used pillows, worn wooden furniture, and even the pile of boxers and socks abandoned on Gene’s floor all watched in comfortable silence as Gene and Ace enjoyed one another’s company.

     Despite the stubborn squirming underneath Gene, the more developed boy was very aware of how much his friend enjoyed this game. Though on occasion, the boy would snap harshly at Gene, then promptly leave. It was really a flip of a coin.

     Though today, it seemed Aiden was in a rather chipper mood.

     “Okay- OKAY!” Ace suddenly yipped, “We’re crushing our papers.”

     Gene only stared down at Ace, his hands keeping firm on the boy’s wrists.

     “Gene.” He said once more, though with a submissive gentleness in his tone, a worrisome gentleness.

     Only then did the larger boy ungrasp Ace’s wrists, allowing him to sit up while he himself once again found a place on his large bed. Though, it felt as though the bed was getting smaller this last year.

     That had made Ace's heart skip, that moment of uncertainty. Of course, Ace knew fully well that Gene would never harm him, though the very idea of it had frightened him at that moment.

     Gene was bigger now.

     Ace heard it in his head as though he had only just realized it. Gene was in fact bigger now.

     His shoulders had broadened, his voice had dropped (And heavily at that), and his jaw had grown sharper. Meanwhile, Ace was still the gangly mess that he started as, his voice still filled with breaks and cracks despite the two boys being in their junior year. But Gene was bigger now.

     Were girls noticing?

     “Who ya talkin to?” Gene asked, nodding to Ace’s paper.

      Ace looked down, unsure what Gene meant until he remembered the assignment. They were required to choose a historical figure they’d like to chat with.

      “oh- uhm…” He started, leaning forward to lay on his stomach as he reviewed the worksheet. “uhm- Alan Turing i think.”

     “Turing?” Gene asked, receiving a nod. “mm… You sure about that?”

     Gene leaned back against his pillow, watching as Ace mindlessly kicked his feet back and forth in the air behind him.

     “...why?”

     “Ain't he a fairy?”

     “What? No, I don't know. Is he?

     “Yea.” Gene chuckled, looking back down to his paper. “That's why they chopped his balls off.”

     “They chopped his balls off!” Ace exclaimed, sitting up with great concern.

     “Heh- yeah…sodomized him.”

     “Sodomized?”

     “Chemically.”  Gene shrugged.

     “How do you chemically sodomize someone?”

     “Mm… Bleach.”

     “haha- bleach? How bleach?”

     “They stick a straw in there and funnel it in” Gene responded flatly, motioning a straw getting stuck in with his hand.

     “okay- no that's not what they do.”

     “Alright, what do they do then?”

     As though having genuinely been asked, Ace went silent to ponder. How would they manage to do such a thing?

     “Maybe they seal the tip shut?”

     “What's that do?”

     “Yknow, so he can't…”

     Ace showed an upwards bursting motion with his hand, followed by a silence from both of the boys as they stared at one another.

     Then, both boys began to laugh, Ace receiving a playful shove from Gene’s foot.

     “Boys!” Abigail called from downstairs. “Dinner!”