A Sticks & Stones Romance
Marisburg Chronicles 9
Date Published: March 6, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
day-to-day decisions of a marriage?
Money and status differences challenge Riku and Theo to find a middle ground.
Their passion is white-hot, but their ideas of living comfortably are at odds.
As their wedding nears, driven forward by Theo’s parents’ sense of
guilt, Riku feels the old urge to run.
Riku refuses to give into this impulse at first, but as the comparison between
his emotional scars and the mountains of Theo’s familial expectations
grow, Riku fears running will be the only less-than-honorable course left to
him.
Theo isn’t blind to Riku’s struggles but he doesn’t
understand what’s wrong. Each time he reaches out, Riku reaches back,
yet they never quite connect. Will their need for each other overcome their
differences, or will their passion be subsumed by a wave of conflicting
desires?
It was the day after the children had left for the summer. There would
be ESY, of course, extended school year, but Riku hadn’t been asked to
participate. He’d only been a teacher at the Colton school for the deaf
since January, so it made sense he wouldn’t be first pick for ESY. He
would have normally chewed over that until he was ill, but since Theo had gone
back to work in February, they were living relatively comfortably.
Riku’s student loans still put a squeeze on him, but he could manage
without panicking.
He was sorting through papers posted on the walls. Most of them had gone home
with their makers yesterday, but there were a few that hadn’t been
collected. These he grouped into a folder he marked “leftover
assignments” and stored for early September.
He glanced toward where Theo was wiping down desks, and Riku had to catch his
breath. His fiancé was dressed in casual clothes, but he looked like a
Greek statue come to life. Attired in a green T-shirt and jeans shorts, he
looked younger than he was because of the cutoffs, but not like jailbait. He
was thirty-two, having gained another year in mid-April. Unfortunately, Riku
had also aged a year, so they were still a decade apart.
The brush of Theo’s medium brown hair on his green-clad shoulders made
Riku think of a book he’d read in high school. It had been about a man
who could sing magic into the world. His hair had been red as his Irish
heritage, but the physical differences didn’t matter. Theo could
definitely have sung magic into Riku’s heart, or anywhere else he chose.
His broad shoulders stretched the T-shirt over his pectorals and his shorts
showed off his long, muscular legs.
If they weren’t at school, Riku would have suggested they quit working
and go goof off instead. Unfortunately, they weren’t in their rented
room in Marisburg.
Turning his attention back to his chosen task, he went to the bookshelf and
started organizing the books. Ninety percent of the books were in print, but
the remaining ones were in print and braille, for his students who, like Theo,
had Usher Syndrome or other hearing/vision challenges. He wasn’t the
braille teacher, could barely feel the dots under his fingers, truth be told.
Still, he liked the idea of providing all kinds of different access to
literature. Probably that was part of what made him an effective English
teacher.
With his back to Theo as he organized the books, he reflected that today most
likely wouldn’t see the two of them making love.
Half a year ago, Theo’s parents, courtesy of his father’s quick
tongue, had alienated themselves from their son. Mr. Billings had told Theo
that if he could prove himself self-sufficient for six months, he would be
welcomed back into the familial fold. Theo’s father had apologized, all
but falling over his words in an attempt to retreat from the ultimatum but
Theo had taken up the challenge.
Now it was the end of that six months. Theo hadn’t been out of
communication with his parents, but certain topics, like his relationship with
Riku, had been off-limits. As had his access to the family fortunes.
Theo had been, for the past six months, surviving on his own brilliant mind
and on his ability to work from anywhere. Today, though, Theo would be
reopening full communication with his parents.
Riku wasn’t sure if he should be dreading that time as much as he was.
It wasn’t that Theo hadn’t been talking to his parents. He just
hadn’t accepted any monetary handouts from them, and he’d refused
to discuss his relationship with Riku. It was easy to trust him, to believe he
had suspended those ties temporarily. Theo was prideful and wouldn’t
bend. Besides, the two of them had engaged in actual arguments about money,
like any other couple.
Riku found himself smiling. Those fights had always ended in makeup sex,
almost like they were a new kind of foreplay. He hadn’t always won the
arguments, like the one they’d had about moving out of his ex’s
house and into a rented room.
To save on money, he’d wanted to stay “just a little longer”
despite the fact that they’d been sleeping on an air mattress in his
ex’s living room. The word “uncomfortable” didn’t
begin to define that situation but it had felt safe because Riku had been able
to pay bills without worrying where he would rest at night.
Theo had ultimately been the hero of that fight because he’d shown Riku
how selfish he was being. His lover had managed it without making Riku feel
bad, which was almost a miracle.
So, why was he so tangled up about bringing the Billings parents back into the
picture? They’d apologized for calling him Theo’s Asian fetish,
which was apparently the worst offense in their eyes. Shouldn’t he
forgive them?
No, he thought. There’s an essential disconnect between how I view the
world and how they do. We can’t resolve that.
Hands closed on his shoulders, and he realized he’d been standing still
instead of cleaning. He relaxed into the familiar touch of Theo’s
skilled fingers as Theo began massaging his shoulders and that spot where he
carried ninety percent of his tension, which was at the base of his skull. He
must have been unmoving for quite a while because Theo, partially deaf and
visually impaired as well, sometimes missed things that happened around him.
He’d noticed today, though.
Riku turned and Theo dropped one hand into Riku’s palm. He signed,
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m borrowing trouble,” he said and signed. He caught the
light playing over Theo’s hair and reached up to touch a lock that had
fallen in front of Theo’s eyes. “You’re gorgeous, you know
that?”
“Thank you.” He laughed. “I do know, but I also am aware
that you’re avoiding talking about whatever’s bothering you.
What’s wrong?”
Riku shook his head, remembered Theo might not be able to see that, and
answered, “I don’t want to talk about it here.”
“Maybe we should go home, and we should resume this cleaning
tomorrow?”
He didn’t want to go back to the rented room and face Theo’s
parents. “I’d better finish up here or it’s going to drag on
all summer.”
“By yourself?”
“You can go back if you want,” Riku offered.
“Why don’t I stay with you, keep you out of your head?”
Riku hugged him, feeling the warmth of Theo’s skin on his forehead as he
leaned against him. “I love you. Thank you for understanding how much I
need you to be with me right now.”
Theo kissed him, angling his head so their noses didn’t bump. “I
love you.” He smacked Riku’s hip lightly. “Now. Let’s
get cleaning. I don’t just love you.” He signed into Riku’s
hand. “I crave your touch.”
“And my mouth, I hope,” Riku signed back. “I’ve wanted
to taste you for days.”
About the Author
Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.
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