Okay ladies and gents, hold onto your hats. We are visiting yet another WIP.  I warned you my muse was crazy.  So far, we’ve visited Gillie and  Colt from Gillie’s Little Secret (M/F DD ageplay) and Jonah from Believing in Fate (M/F DD romance). Today we’re going to meet Emmanuel who is a minor character in what I am currently calling Loving Landon, which is a M/M DD romance.

The main characters in this story are Garret and Landon, who were featured in the short story School Nights in my One of Those Nights anthology.  Garret participates in a mentoring program for gay teens. Emmanuel, better known as Bean, is his current mentee. Bean is a 15-year-old African American boy who loves baseball and lives with his grandmother, the venerable Miss Hattie. In the following snippet, Emmanuel explains to Landon how he came to be called Bean.


At the table, Garret hustled Landon into the booth ahead of him before the kid had a chance to protest, waiting until Landon stowed his guitar beneath the table before sliding into the seat beside him. Just as matter-of-factly, he introduced Landon to Emmanuel, saying nothing but that Landon was a new friend he met a few days earlier.

Emanuel, true to his customary unflappable nature, gave Garrett a surprised look, but took Landon in stride, saying nothing more than, “Hey, man, what’s up?” and offering Landon a companionable fist bump. “I’m Emanuel, but everybody calls me Bean.”

“Bean?” Landon blurted. “Why? Where did that come from?” He stopped suddenly, blushing furiously from the base of his neck to the roots of his hair. “I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.” He looked up from under heavy blonde fringe, shamefaced and self-deprecating. “Feel free to tell me to shut up when I stick my foot in my mouth.”

“Don’t worry,” Garrett assured him, handing Emanuel a biscuit. “He won’t bother waiting for permission.” He said it lightly, almost but not quite teasing.

Emanuel shrugged good-naturedly. “I speak my mind. It’s not a crime.” Turning to Landon, he added, “It’s cool, dude. Don’t sweat it. My grandma started it, on account of my model-thin figure and all.”

“You mean because you’re built like a string bean,” Garrett countered wryly, setting the remaining two biscuits and the juice in front of Landon.

Landon turned to look at him, eyebrow raised. “I never ordered anything.”

Garrett nodded calmly. “I know. I did.”

EmmanuelHow I see Emmanuel


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