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The Whole Deal
by Lorne Rodman
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Denny and Robin meet when Denny falls in Robin's lap. Literally. Having lost a leg in a muscle car race, Denny wears a prosthetic, which sometimes leaves him unsteady on his feet. It's a good thing, though, as a shared table at the best pizza joint in town soon leads to a night of passion. Robin, a writer, is footloose and fancy-free and brand new in town. He finds himself coming back to the more mature and settled Denny, loving the way the man makes him feel. But will it last? Will Robin get scared and run, or stick around for the whole deal?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Screwdriver, 2009 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
 
47 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [164 KB]
Words: 35593
Reading time: 101-142 min.
They called his number at the counter and Denny hopped up and went to pick up his three slices of Sicilian extra cheese and three meats, with a side of extra sauce. Damn, carrying everything was fucking hard juggling, especially when a little girl ran right in front of him as her momma came in the front door to order and almost sent him falling on his ass. The only things keeping him upright were the paid-for food he wasn't about to waste, and the fact that he was big enough that if he went down it was freaking hard to get back up. And it wasn't the little rug rat's fault she was excited about pizza. D'nofrio's had the best damned slices. Denny teetered, the gears in his fancy fake leg squeaking and whizzing, and did the dance of the clumsy one-legged bear, waltzing back out in the dining room at a hard stagger, and landing himself in a chair at a table that was so not his. Was, in fact, populated by someone else. Brown eyes blinked at him through a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and a kid looked up from his book, a pizza slice halfway to his mouth. "Uh ... hello?" "Hey." Denny grinned. What else could he do? He'd hit hard on that chair and was a little out of breath and not inclined to move. "Hope you don't mind. My pizza liked the look of yours and wanted to get acquainted." He got another blink and then a small smile teased at the corner of the kid's lips, growing into a grin. Oh, now that smile lit up that face very nicely. The kid pushed his plate, with a slice left on it, toward Denny's. "Bacon hamburger double cheese, pleased to meet you." "Noah's Ark with extra cheese, sauce on the side. Sorry, man, but I was about to fall over." Denny motioned to his stretched out prosthesis. "Thanks for letting me sit a minute." "Noah's Ark?" A soft giggle followed that and the kid leaned over to look at his leg. "Well, I suppose now that you're down, you could stay put. I wasn't using the other chair." A hand was held out to him. "Robin Dawes." "Yeah? Rock on." Grabbing the kid's hand, Denny shook firmly, nodding at the table opposite them. "Can I ask one more favor? Could you get my drink? Oh, and I'm Denny." "Sure. 'Denny,' like the restaurant, huh?" Robin got up and grabbed his drink, bringing it over for him. "Thanks, man. I can only dance so much without sustenance." He looked the kid over. Nice. There was something to be said for a good view with a meal. "Do you mind my asking what happened?" "Huh? That little girl ran right out in front of me and knocked me winding. Of course, she was getting calzone, so who can blame her?" Damn, he was babbling, but he'd been caught staring. Robin chuckled. "I actually meant, do you mind me asking what happened to your leg." Robin nodded at his prosthetic and blushed slightly. "It was kind of rude of me, actually." "Oh! Nah, I'd rather people asked than stared and wondered." Denny didn't mind talking about it. "I used to race. Muscle car stuff. I crashed and burned in a big way, and it's funny, but I was hardly beat up except that leg. It was ... well, you're eating." He grinned. It had been pretty gross. "Oh, man, that sucks. The muscle car bit sounds interesting though. I ride a hog." Robin licked his fingers clean, took a gulp of Coke and started in on his second piece. That finger licking thing was damned fun to watch. Even if the kid didn't look like the hog type. "Like to live dangerously, huh?" Denny grabbed his first slice and went to town, closing his eyes happily at the taste of Italian sausage and pepperoni and chorizo. "It's more just a good way to get around."
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