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up the rainbow-colored bag from Gimme Gimme off
    the glass coffee table. “This is the height of kinky fashion.”
    Grinning like an excited child, Fox pulled out the tissue paper and unwrapped the collar. “Oh
    shit! This is fab, Eddie.” He jumped up to look in the mirror above the old-fashioned mantelpiece
    while he fastened the collar round his neck. “Don’t I look great?”
    “You always look great.”
    Fox looked at the antique carriage clock below the mirror. “It’s twenty past four. We’ve got
    about ten minutes.”
    “For what?”
    “For a fuck. The twins will get off the school bus in ten minutes. Where haven’t we had sex?”
    Edward looked around. “I don’t know. We’ve done it everywhere.”
    “The kitchen table.” He grabbed Edward by the hand, dragging him out of the living room and
    along the hall to the kitchen where they ate most of their meals. In the middle of the table was a red
    hibiscus plant that the twins loved. Fox moved it to the windowsill before taking off his boots,
    followed by his jeans and undies. He sat on the edge of the table while Edward watched in horror.
    “Fox, that’s very unhygienic!”
    “Don’t panic. I’ll clean it with Dettol afterward.” He unfastened Edward’s belt and zipper.
    Edward was already hard at the sight of Fox’s willy and balls. “What about lubrication?”
    “Shove it in, and make it hurt,” Fox said.
    The words Fox used always excited him. He wasn’t afraid to say things that Edward would find
    hard to say while alone. With Fox guiding his cock, he pushed hard until he was all the way up Fox’s
    rectum. Fox wrapped his legs around Edward’s hips. “I might fall. I’m still not that steady without my
    crutches.”
    Edward placed his hands on the table on either side of Fox’s hips, and with Fox’s help, they fell
    quickly into rhythm. Edward had to brace his feet on the floor about a foot apart in order to stay
    upright. Fox leaned his skinny body closer to Edward’s so the friction from Edward’s belly would
    rub against his cock.
    Fox closed his mouth over Edward’s, thrusting his tongue in deep, and they rocked back and
    forth while the pleasure in Edward’s willy built and built.
    Fox cried out. He was always loud and unashamed of his pleasure. The sounds of his panting
    and moaning brought Edward over the edge. His orgasm rushed through his body, gripping his
    buttocks and thighs. Holding each other, they remained still, recovering, kissing each other on the face
    and neck, breathing hard.
    “I love you so much, Fox.”
    “And I love you, my geeky future husband.”
    Screams from outside had them scrambling to tidy themselves up. Edward fastened his trousers
    while Fox grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. The twins always hammered on the door shouting
    their names—“Fox, Eddie, Fox, Eddie!”—even though it was usually only Fox there to greet them at
    that time of the day.
    Barefoot, Fox hurried to the front door and opened it. Edward brought up the rear. The bus
    driver waved and drove off as the twins tumbled into the house, smiling.
    They hugged Fox and then Eddie and took off their coats, which they hung up with care on their
    pegs. If anyone hung a coat on a peg that was not theirs, one of the twins was guaranteed to move it to
    the right one. Alder pointed up the stairs. “Mum?” Every day one of them asked the question.
    “Not yet,” Edward said. “But as soon as she gets out of rehab she’ll be living in the flat on the
    third floor.” They had spent a lot of money installing a proper bathroom and kitchen upstairs so Tara
    could have privacy when she was well.
    The twins headed to the kitchen. Part of their daily routine was to set the table for dinner as soon
    as they came home from school.
    “Dettol!” Edward whispered.
    In the kitchen, Arden picked up Fox’s underwear from the floor and looked at him. Fox laughed
    out loud, but Edward felt too shamefaced. He took the underwear from Arden’s hand and pushed it
    into his pocket. “It’s marvelous the way they say my name,” he said, watching Fox wipe the table with
    a piece of kitchen paper and Dettol. “It means they can learn other words too.”
    “Yeah, they were waiting for him to die before they could speak. We were all waiting for him to
    die so we could live.”
    “All I was waiting for was you,” Edward said. Fox kissed him softly on the lips.
    The twins washed their hands and set the table. Fox stuck his head in the