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“No.” Kid struck De
Leaning against the water tank, Kid saw the splotched dummy looped in chain—before the door swung to.
“I’m in here.”
Which is where the Harley had been moved.
“How come you get a room all by yourself…?” Kid asked, realizing with the last word that three of the bundles among the shovels (why shovels?), pipes, lumber, and canvas, were people in sleeping bags.
Someone had built a loft.
Three steps up the ladder, De
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Kid crawled forward through army drab and a weave of paler green rippled through with an electric-blanket cord. In the window that rose above the platform, a mottled shade let tan light on the tangle. He pulled his feet under him to sit and realized his arm was shaking. “How come you don’t have half a dozen people sleeping up here with you?”
“I tell ’em to get the fuck out.” De
A zodiacal poster hung on the wall: Scorpio. And another of Koth, the Dark Angel. “It’s sort of nice up here,” Kid whispered. His throat was tight. I’m scared of him, he realized. And I like him. “Get the rest of your clothes off.”
“Why?”
Kid let out a breath. “Nothing.” He thumbed open the top button and tugged down his zipper. “Go on.” He pulled his penis and testicles free of the closing V of brass teeth and let his shoulders relax against the plywood wall.
The ceiling would not let De
His mouth is cold! Kid thought, and pulled his hand away a little sharply. Then he realized that it was only that the boy’s lips were wet. Heat covered his thickening penis. He bent his knees and clamped them on De
“Is it okay?” De
“Yeah…”
Heat fell down it like a loose ring. His scrotal sack loosened between his thighs, then shriveled when spit ran down his leg, inside his pants. The moving head shook Kid’s arm to the shoulder. He reached for De
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Kid rubbed De
With his other hand, Kid reached between them to move his cock, caught between creased denim.
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Kid scratched his belly. De
Kid’s cock, hardening, rolled up his thigh.
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“Take your pants off…” Kid checked anger against desire. Checking only spilled the anger into his voice. “Go on…” Desire remained, a heavy heat under his stomach.
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Kid looked at De
Kid smiled, and the smile became the soft laughter for a house full of sleepers. “Come on.”
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I’m afraid. And I want to stop this. Shit, no! “Come on, then. You try to relax.” Kid worked further from the wall across the piled blankets. Holding De
“If we just lay around like—”
One of the people under the loft turned over. And De
“—like this, we ain’t never go
Go on and do what you want then, was anger. With the sentence in his mouth unsaid, Kid realized: I’m twelve years older than him. He said, “Get down there and suck it,” which, at the scrambling over his chest and stomach and the welling heat in his groin, he knew was lust. He reached for the hair and hunched shoulders between his legs. With his leg, he rolled De
“Hey…” Breathing hard, De