Rentboy

from Fox made him stop squeezing. “What?”
    “Hot?” Fox repeated. “You never say words like that.”
    “There’s no other word to describe you. Except extraordinary.”
    “Eddie, I wish you wouldn’t say stuff like that. I’m just an ordinary thief and a whore.”
    “You’re nothing of the kind. You are a lost boy who has fallen on difficult times. But I’ve found
    you now.”
    Across the field about a mile away, headlights rounded the bend, following the road as it wound
    along the edge of their land. With his face still tucked into Edward’s neck, Fox didn’t appear to
    notice. When the car slowed to a stop on the road several hundred yards to their right, Edward
    whispered, “You know how I called you paranoid?”
    Fox looked up. “Yeah.”
    “I’m getting paranoid too. Look.”
    Fox followed the line of Edward’s pointing finger. “That car again.”
    “Or one exactly like it. What’s going on?” Edward asked.
    “Search me,” Fox said. A moment later the car cruised away. “Come on.”
    This car business was more than a coincidence, but what could it have to do with him and Fox?
    “Yes, we’d better get inside.”
    “I wasn’t thinking of going inside.” Taking Edward by the hand, Fox led him toward the barn that
    the horses slept in.
    “What are you doing? It’s really late. We should go in.”
    Fox continued walking toward the darkened barn, pulling him firmly by the hand. “I’ve always
    wanted to get fucked in a barn. Let’s pretend we’re young blokes from a Thomas Hardy novel and
    we’ve finally realized we prefer men.”
    Chuckling, Edward allowed himself to be led into the black interior of the barn. “Hang on, I’ll
    get a lamp.”
    “What? No lekky?” Fox asked.
    “Electricity in the barn? It would cost a fortune.” Feeling about, he found the oil lamp that
    always hung on the post by the door and the lighter that accompanied it. “There,” he said when a
    small circle of light illuminated the surrounding area. “An oil lamp, to add to the Hardian
    atmosphere.”
    Fox took the lamp from him. “Right, I’ll be Angel Clare turned queer, and you can be Gabriel
    who finally got sick of Bathsheba for being such a bitch and realized that he truly loves a man.”
    “They are from separate novels, so that wouldn’t work,” Edward said.
    “Don’t be so literal, Eddie,” Fox said.
    “Tell you what. You be Fox, and I’ll be Eddie making love in a barn.”
    “You’re no fun.” Fox lifted the lamp higher and wandered deeper inside. “Hell of a big barn for
    two horses.”
    “It used to be a working farm, and the barn housed many animals.” Edward pointed up at the loft.
    “Do you want to go up there?”
    “No, I want to do it in a horse’s stall, wearing a bridle.”
    “Fox! You’re really pervy.” Not actually believing him, Edward led the way to a row of
    standing stalls where the two horses were secured for the night. Fox hung the lamp on a nail at the
    corner of the stalls.
    “Who rides them?” Fox asked.
    “Nobody much anymore. They’re old, but Nik and I used to ride them a lot. She’s really good.
    Better than me.”
    “You can ride me now, and I’ll be the judge of how good you are.” Without ceremony Fox
    proceeded to strip off his clothes, looking pale and thin and adorably attractive in the lamplight.
    Edward couldn’t stop smiling as he watched him work. He’d always been really self-conscious
    naked, but Fox had no inhibitions. From the stall where the horses stood, Fox gathered a huge armload
    of straw and dumped it in the empty stall. Hanging on hooks were several bridles: he reached up and
    took one down. “Right, put the bridle on me.”
    “It won’t fit. It’s designed for a horse’s head.”
    “Do your best.”
    Torn between laughter and his growing arousal, Edward placed the metal bit in Fox’s mouth and
    then attempted to adjust the straps to some semblance of a fit, but it was impossible to make it secure.
    “That’s the best I can do. Horses’ mouths are different. They can close their mouths over a bit
    because of the way their teeth are. But people can’t.”
    “It’s fine.” Fox had great difficulty articulating with his mouth held open.
    “You sound like a bad ventriloquist,” Edward said on a laugh.
    “Don’t spoil the moment by analyzing it.” Fox got down on his hands and knees on the straw. “I
    want you to hold the back of the bridle like it’s a rein while you fuck me,” he said