Royal

Royal
When Royal wakes up in a hospital bed, confusion and then panic have him frantically looking around the room. His eyes settle on the older man, the huge, muscular, tattooed man who looks at him kindly—Kip. As last night comes back to him, being chased by the sons of his foster parents into the car park of a gym. Moments later, his life is made safe by only a few kind words.
Seven years later, Royal pays the debt forward by bringing home Memphis, a fifteen-year-old who was sleeping in the doorway of the gym. Determined to save the kid from a life of living on the streets, he takes him home to Kip and his husband, Robin.

Memphis
After being kicked out of my home by my family, wandering the streets to find a safe place to sleep became my sole purpose every day. The gym doorway becomes my go-to place; it’s safe thanks to the respect the owner has from the kids around here. What I didn’t expect was to be joined one night by a man who says his name is Royal, holding a McDonald’s bag that smells so good my stomach rumbles. I don’t know what it is about him that has me trusting him enough to go with him to his home.
I stayed with Robin and Kip and their adopted sons, including Royal, for three years. I knew that staying with this amazing family would never happen. How could it when I’m in love with Royal, and knowing he will never see me as anything else as his brother? My A-level results give me the chance of a university education away from him.

Seven years later
I never planned on staying away for so long. When I see an announcement of my father’s death, I know it’s the opportunity to go home. Not to see my biological family, hell no to that idea, but to see him, to find Royal and see if I’m now someone he can see as someone more than a kid.
What can persuade Royal to take him seriously?