A Boy Called Cin by Cecil Wilde Read Free Book Online

the company of attractive people a lot more fun."
    "I know," Tom laughs. Poppy isn't shy about telling people exactly what she thinks of them and choosing her friends. He still thinks she'd like Cin. He hopes so, because it could be awkward as hell if she doesn't. "Hey, thanks."
    "Any time. I'm coming up for a few days to meet him."
    It's pretty obvious that this isn't a question and nothing Tom might say could stop Poppy from going through with it. Not that he'd want to. He'd hate to get to the point where his sister felt like she needed an invitation to his home, or even permission to come and go as she liked. She'd been his whole world when they were kids, and part of him still feels that way.
    "Then I guess I'll see you over the summer, if not before. I'd like before, if I get a vote."
    "I'll be back in New York next week. We'll catch up, if you're not off wooing art students the whole time." The laughter in Poppy's voice is infectious. She might not be automatically approving of Cin, but she's obviously happy that Tom's happy. Which is all he'd really ask for.
    *~*~*
    "This is the most unnecessary house I've ever seen," Cin says as he gets out of the mid-nineties station wagon it turns out he drives. Tom's surprised he actually has a car, but it seems like everything he owns in the world is packed into it. He decides not to mention the conclusions he's drawn about Cin's family over that, because none of them are overly charitable and he's determined to make this a great summer.
    "You say that now , but when we adopt six kids…"
    "And here I thought you were bringing me out here to bear you an heir in secret." Cin sighs dramatically and closes the few feet of distance between him and Tom, tugging him down to kiss him. "I'm a little disappointed."
    "Well, I still owe you at least a half-dozen orgasms, so that'll kill an hour."
    "I'm going to hold you to that." Cin takes Tom's hand firmly and swings it between them.
    Tom tugs on his hand to lead him up to the house. He's made up a bedroom upstairs for him that looks out over the ocean and lets the sun in in the afternoon, so Cin can do all the sleeping in he wants. He took the bedroom next to it for himself in a moment of clinginess, but he can't bring himself to regret it. He doesn't want to use Cin as a source of light in his life, but Cin kind of happens to be one and he's reluctant to give that up.
    "I bought this a little over a year ago. I don't usually do million-dollar impulse buys, but…" Tom waves at the house. His intention was to convey that he's not in the habit of just buying houses, but he's probably made it sound like throwing money around is just a way of life. In reality, his personal funds are all just collecting interest. What do you even spend that kind of money on?
    "It's your money." Cin squeezes his hand. "You're allowed to enjoy it. I mean, I could go on an anti-capitalist rant if you want, but it wouldn't change anything and I don't hate you for being wealthy. I hate the system, but there's not a whole lot any one person can do about it."
    Tom laughs. "For a self-proclaimed bleeding-heart liberal, you're being awfully nice to a one-percenter."
    "Self-proclaimed?"
    "I found your blog?" Tom admits sheepishly. It wasn't hard to find via Cin's Twitter account, which was following Tom's. "I'm following you on Twitter, too."
    "Oh." Cin blinks. "I must have missed that. I keep attracting porn bots, so I have my notifications turned off."
    Tom raises an eyebrow.
    "I also didn't think you actually ran your own Twitter account. I just wanted to keep an eye on your official positions. I wouldn't be here if I thought you were deliberately part of the problem. You're an outlier. You didn't create the system and you're not actively trying to hold it up. Besides, you're hot. I'm allowed to be a little shallow."
    Tom knows he's blushing before he feels it and hates that he can't just switch that off. A twenty-year-old kid shouldn't be making him blush like a