As soon as I was out of sight of his windows, I started running. The world became nothing but a giddy blur, and, before I knew it, I was home.

I slammed the door shut, not bothering to turn on the lights, and leaned against it in the dark. A huge, stupid grin was smeared across my face, and my heart was pounding more from excitement than from the run.

It was him! It was really him! Who would have ever thought that the same bastard who took pity on me during my impending eviction would be him? I mean, as unusual as his name is, I never thought it would be him when I read that return address. Not in my wildest dreams. But, fuck me, it was him!

Oh, and he's just as I dreamed. Well, okay, I beefed him up a bit too much, but, what teenaged dream isn't a little hunky? It's okay, though, because he's fucking adorable. More adorable than I remember.

He's all grown up now, and so am I.

My hands started sliding down into my pants.

You remember me, right? And we're big boys now, you know. Oh, you do know. We're big boys with big boy needs. Dirty, hungry needs. Don't worry, I'll be ever so gentle...

---

Peeking around the corner, I found him waiting at the bus stop. I remember that, where I had previously lived, in that damn warehouse, being alone wasn't smart. But we were in a better part of town now.

With a purring grunt, I finished up and casually slid towards him, placing myself at his side as he fiddled with something in his bag. I was no longer the shy, blushing boy that I was before. Especially not for him, heheh.

"Hey, sexy," I greeted him lustily. Upon hearing my voice, he jumped and whirled to face me.
"O-oh, uhm, h-hello," he stammered nervously. He turned back towards the road, but continued to make glances at me. He shifted anxiously under my admiring gaze. Perhaps he was finally falling for me? My constant advances were surely working - after all, why else would he fidget so? I am pretty irresistible.

I had indeed given him plenty of attention since his rediscovery. He got anything in my ramshackle store-house for free and I visited him frequently. I also insisted on being around him as often as possible. There was no way he didn't know I had a huge boner for him, but I had plenty of time to make sure the point was driven home.

Or so I thought.
As it turns out, you need to work more frequently than you chase cute boys in order to pay rent.

---

I sat in the darkness, squinting hard at the paper before me on this piece of shit desk. The light bill thing hadn't been paid, so there was none in this windowless hunk of a building. I could open the door, but I was in no mood to invite visitors, and anyway I was too sensitive to the chill outside. I could light a candle, but I'd hate to waste product at a time like this.

Besides, I knew what I was looking at.
It was a threat of eviction from my dick of a landlord. If I didn't pay rent soon, I'd be tossed.
Fucking shit.

As I snarled and grumbled over the notice, a knock came through my heavy door.
"Who the fuck is it?!" I barked out just before I saw his face peek from behind the door. My face immediately brightened with a big, toothy grin. "Oho! Hello, sweetcheeks!" I stood gleefully as he hesitantly entered. "Please, come on, and shut the door, would you, babe?"
"Why do you always have it so dark in here?" he questioned as he did so, looking around for a light switch.
"Oh, they cut my power this time. Food's gone bad and all! But, whatever, what do you need?"
He ignored my question, instead losing all unease as soon as my news hit his ears; "Why is your power cut?" he asked with slight concern.
"Huh? Oh, bills and shit. Come on, bro, what do you want? Birthday, scented, sha~aped?"
"Are you out of money again?" His tone was now more like that of a mad adult to a kid. Oh, fuck, he's gone and folded his arms! You lovable fuck, you fuckable love...

He jerked me back into reality after calling my "name" several times. "Stop looking at me like that and pay attention! This is serious!"
"Hey if you think that's bad, there's an eviction thing on my desk!" I waved a hand over my shoulder carelessly.
"What?!" He pushed past me - to my amusement - and hurried to the desk. He grabbed up the paper, squinting hard at it.
"Here, I'll light this candle..." I brought over a dick-shaped one, twitching my eyebrows suggestively. Then I made a face and rolled my eyes when he ignored all that and actually read the damn thing by candlelight.

"Look, it's not a big deal, really. I'm already set up to take care of this."
"You are?" he asked, looking up.
"Yeah, got an exchange scheduled, I'm supposed to be the cherry on top." As I spoke, I sat back down in my chair, and leaned it back.
"What's that mean, exactly?"
"Whaddaya think? I'll be the mule and an extra prize. If I be a good little whore, I'll have all my rent troubles--"
"Wait, what!?" His sudden squeal made me jump, and lose my balance (like usual), but I grabbed the desk in time to save myself as he began chattering about morality and dignity and blah blah fucking blah. I tuned in and out, choosing instead to observe all his physical features and start jacking off under the desk, nodding and going "uh-huh".

"--and I know you're not listening to me and oh my gosh GET YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" he suddenly blurted out.
Annoyed, I put my hands in the air, "Fine, whatever, happy? What's the big fucking deal, anyway? I don't give a fuck about all this opinion shit about morals and pride and shit. I need fucking money. You knew I was involved in this--"
"It's dangerous and I really just don't like it at all! It's not healthy and it's not safe and it's just bad, okay, it's just... bad! You know I worry about you enough the way it is, you don't need to do these sorts of things!"
...Wait, what did he say?
I stared stupidly at him as he continued, finally asking, "You worry about me...?"
"Wh-- Well, yes, of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"
I was at a loss for words. There was an awkward silence. But, I managed to get myself together, "Oh, you do, huh~?" I said, with forced lust. But it was real enough for him as he gave out an angry sigh.

"Well, anyway, there's not much else for me to do, is there? In case you haven't noticed, I need fucking money, a lot more often than people need fucking candles." I leaned back again, tilting my hat down over my eyes. "Shit happens, what can ya do? Not a damn thing except be a whore. It's good business."
"Not if... you didn't have to pay rent..."
"Heh, well, no fucking shit, but try convincing dickwad of that--"
"I... didn't mean it like that. I meant like... moving... somewhere else..."
I pushed my hat up enough to see him with one eye. "And you know someone who'd let me stay for free, eh?" I asked mockingly.

"You could stay with me."

My jaw dropped. I was frozen, and he was looking down at the desk. After a bit, my hat slipped off my thumb, prompting me to sit up straight so I could see him again.
"What did you say?" I managed to breathe out.
He came back to life and began babbling. "It doesn't mean anything, but, you know, I can't stand to watch you struggle like this and get yourself in terrible situations and put yourself around bad sorts of people and just live like this, it's completely awful and you don't deserve it, nobody does, and I want to help, I can't keep giving you money, though, but I have an unused room so it wouldn't be too much trouble for you to stay with me, and, no, you wouldn't have to pay rent, because I couldn't possibly charge a friend rent--"
A friend? He... called me a... friend... and is... he's...

In the middle of his blabbering I picked him up, dragging him over the desk. He made a bunch of surprised noises, but didn't struggle as I just held him close. I didn't understand what I was doing, but, well, I was. I couldn't describe how I was feeling now, and he didn't ask.

What the hell is wrong with me? It's not that big of a deal. I move all the time. People invite me everywhere. I fuck and get fucked. That's how life rolls. So why am I feeling so different this time?

---

"Oh come on, you can't stop me!" I was grabbing at his stomach, trying to grind against him. But he was playing hard to get, obviously. He pushed me away and took off, tripping and scrambling backwards. "Now don't get too wild with this foreplay, or I might go crazy!" I said with a toothy grin.

"It's not foreplay, you... you... you psycho!" He threw a large mixing spoon at me.
"Aw, now why you gotta play me like that, babe?" I pinned him against the wall.
"I'm not playing at all! Leave me alone! I've told you a thousand times!"
"Tell me a thousand more and maybe I'll believe you."
"Why not the first time!? No means no!"
"I bet your body will say otherwise..."

He slapped me. I snatched his wrist and held it steady, then, with a devilish smile, I began sucking sensually on his fingers... until he jammed them in my throat, making me gag and step back in surprise.

"What's wrong with you!?" he screamed with extreme upset. I could hear the tears in his voice. God that was hot.
"I'm a lovestruck fuckmachine here for your plea--"
"Lovestruck?" he interrupted.
I stopped.

"Well... uh, yeah? Duh? The fuck did you think was going on?" I recovered with a chuckle.
"I don't know, how about a... a... a r-... ra... a-an assault!"
"It's not rape if you like it."
He flinched. "That's wrong and so are you!" His voice was strained. "This isn't love and I don't know what's wrong with you to think it is!"
"You're cute when you're squealing."
"You're not even listening!"
"I'm listening to the sound of your cock thro--" but as I looked down, he had no bulge. "Hmm."

Taking notice of what I was gazing at, he covered himself (but he had pants on already, hah, cutie) and took off. I heard the slam of the upstairs door, meaning I was locked downstairs. This was his way of saying "I'm pretending I want you to leave".

Don't love him? Of course I love him, why else would I try so hard to show him a good time? I did everything I could for him - I touched him in all the places and said all the suggestive words. The fuck else do you do? Maybe I should get him shit...