About Game of the Season

by Willa Okati
33 pages / 12300 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-228-7, 1-60370-228-8
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Christmas isn't looking good for Seth and Clay during their first holiday season together. The boys from The Name of the Game just want to get the right gifts for each other, with a little help from their friend, Anthony.

Instead, they have to fend of relations, deal with elusive CDs, and deal with problems at work. To make it worse, the watch Seth ordered for Clay doesn't show. He gets something else instead. Then the lights go out, and Seth and Clay just know Christmas is doomed. Can they find a way to make the season bright?

Sample

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"A Grateful Deadalbum?"

"That's what Seth said he wanted to find under the tree this year." Clay flipped through a rack of CDs featuring Little Boy Blue covers. He picked one up and frowned. "Since when did Precious Moments figurines come anatomically correct?"

"You're kidding me." Anthony snatched the CD.

"Gotcha."

Toni dealt Clay a filthy look and thwapped him on the arm with the CD case. "Grateful Dead. I didn't know Seth liked…" He flapped his hand. "What are they, classic rock?"

"Close enough, Skater Boi." Clay just said no to the lurid emo-punk album by Deathclaw Owl whoever and walked away. He stuffed his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, or, to be precise, Seth's jacket. He'd accidentally-on-purpose plucked the wrong coat off the rack when he'd snuck out in the wee small hours last night so that even if he had to work the graveyard shift at the radio station, he could still smell Seth's cologne and natural musk. When he glanced out of the booth, he could see Seth's jacket and remember how amazingly lucky he'd gotten.

Toni giggled, snapping Clay out of his reverie. His dainty little friend was smirking at him. "You big sap." He patted Clay's hand. "You have it so bad for him, don't you?"

"Yep," Clay agreed. He inhaled the smell of Seth ingrained deep in the denim of the jacket, worn soft and broken in just right. Seth must have had this jacket since high school and the days when Jordache was like, so trendy. "So I have to get him exactly the right present, you know? First Christmas season together and all that."

"And we're suddenly celebrating Christmas because… oh, wait, I know." Anthony clapped his forehead with feigned surprise. "You're cock-whipped." He looked briefly contemplative. "I've tried that before. It's not as much fun as it sounds."

Clay chose not to ask. Yet. Maybe after he'd had a shot or three of bourbon. Better to focus on the immediate insult. "Say that with a smile, pretty boy."