Rentboy

their
    trousers around their knees, holding each other. Edward gripped Fox’s buttocks and rubbed them hard
    with the palms of his hands.
    “That feels so good. I really like that,” Fox whispered.
    “Let’s sit down, and I’ll think of something we can eat. Or we could go to the Tofu Factory.”
    “There’s a great falafel place I know that cooks the falafels in oil, not lard,” Fox said, following
    him to the couch. Edward pulled his trousers back up but didn’t bother to fasten them, and sat down.
    Fox left his trousers down and lay facedown across Edward’s lap. “Rub my arse some more,” he
    said, his voice soft.
    With one hand Edward cupped Fox’s small bottom and then began to rub firmly in a circular
    motion, squeezing hard every so often but not pinching. The sight of Fox’s bottom, smooth, pale,
    hairless, the buttocks rounded and firm, made his willy begin to harden again. The narrow hips
    wiggled every now and then as Fox burrowed his face into the couch, moaning softly.
    “Fox?” The question that had sat in the forefront of his mind since speaking with the tramp in
    Tisbury Court came back unbidden. “Do you really live on the street?”
    Going suddenly still, Fox turned his face to look at Edward. “Yeah. Why?”
    “He’s too clean for a street kid. Haven’t you noticed how clean he is?”
    “You look too clean and well kept.”
    “I go home sometimes. I go home to take a shower and check up on the twins. My mum works all
    the time. Her boyfriend is a psycho, but he’s good with the twins. I still like to check up on them,
    though.”
    “Isn’t he good to you?”
    “No. He hates queers. That’s why I live rough and sell my arse.”
    “Fox, that’s horrible. It’s so unfair. Why does your mother put up with it? Where’s your father?”
    Fox managed a shrug even in his awkward position. “He’s dead. He was a war hero. Iraq. But
    my mum’s great. She works really hard. She has to have some pleasure.”
    “You’re very good to take it that way.” Edward slid his forefinger over the cleft of Fox’s
    buttocks and all the way down until he found the tender spot between the anus and the ball sac.
    “Oh shit, that’s good.” Fox moaned. “Press harder.”
    With a surge of delight and a sense of power at the pleasure he was giving, Edward asked, “Is
    it?”
    Fox buried his face in the cushion, his hips writhing against Edward’s thighs while his breath
    became still more labored. Fingering the sweet spot faster, Edward watched as Fox’s buttocks and
    thighs clenched, his entire body growing rigid. The young man moaned softly for a long moment and
    then fell limp, panting hard. Edward rested his hand tenderly on Fox’s buttocks, feeling powerful at
    being able to make another man react so strongly.
    “Did you come again?”
    “Mmmm.”
    Remaining where he was, Fox turned his face until Edward could see his expression. His cheeks
    were pink and healthy looking for once, his eyes dreamily distant.
    “I’m sorry about your family,” Edward said. It made him terribly grateful for his, even if his
    sister was annoying, his mother was terrified in case anyone thought they weren’t perfect, and his
    father had never known how to show real affection.
    “It’s okay. Don’t fret it.” Fox got up and sat sideways on Edward’s lap, making him laugh
    suddenly. “What’s so funny?”
    “No one’s ever sat on my knee before. Except Nicoletta. She’s quite a bit younger than me.”
    Fox scrunched his face into a frown. “You had a girlfriend?”
    “No. My sister. What are the twins called?”
    “Alder and Arden. They’re nearly fourteen.”
    “It’s my birthday on Saturday,” Edward said.
    “No shit! I’ll have to give you a birthday present, then. What do you fancy?”
    The cheeky look on the young man’s face told Edward exactly what kind of present he was
    offering. He had his computer back, and Fox was sitting in his lap. What more did he need? “I’ll let
    you decide.”
    “Right, then.” Fox rubbed his palms together. “Let’s go out and get some grub. My belly thinks
    my throat’s been slashed.” He got up to pull up his jeans while Edward looked at the damp secretions
    on his thighs.
    “I’ll just go to the bathroom and clean myself up.”
    FOX WALKED WITH Eddie to Aida’s Falafel House on the Tottenham Court Road. The place
    was always busy, especially in the summer. Inside the hot restaurant the smell of spices mixed with
    the scent