Without hesitation Edward wrapped his long arms around Fox in return and held him tightly, pressing the young man close to his chest. A door along the landing opened, and without thinking, Edward released Fox to thrust his key in the lock. He shoved Fox in ahead of him and grabbed his hardware from the floor. A moment ago the thought of his relatively clean but very untidy, empty flat was horrible. Now he couldn’t stop smiling.
But Fox had still stolen his computer.
“Why did you do it? You left without your money, and then you took my computer. Why?”
A soft pink suffused Fox’s pale cheeks, and his gaze dropped to his feet. “I was going to sell it. I wiped the hard drive. I’m sorry. I needed the money.”
“You didn’t even take what I owe you,” Edward pointed out. “What did you need the money for?”
Looking up at him from under his darkly made-up lashes, Fox smiled. “Tofu.”
As joyful as he felt, Edward didn’t want to let off him so easily, at least not just yet. “So you didn’t access any of the information?” he asked cautiously. Everything was encrypted, but for all he knew Fox was some computer whiz kid. “You took two memory sticks as well. Where are they?”
“I just wanted the money I thought I could get for it. I tossed the sticks down a grid. They’ll be rotting in the sewer somewhere. I didn’t really know what to do with them.”
Edward put his laptop on his desk with his birthday cards. He’d look at them later. He wanted to be annoyed, but he was deliriously happy. In an attempt at sounding stern he pointed one finger at Fox. “You shouldn’t have done it. I trusted you.”
“You could always smack my arse.” Fox grinned, drawing a broad smile from Edward.
“Perhaps later. Would you like a beer?”
“Perhaps later.” He mimicked Edward’s upper-crust accent and took a step toward him. “Right now I’d like a fuck.”
The initial erection caused by the sight of Fox on the landing had softened. At those words he nearly came in his pants. He cleared his throat as if about to deliver a speech, making Fox burst out laughing. He should have felt ridiculous, but he didn’t. There was something comfortable about Fox, something comforting about being with him. “Come on, then,” he said, grabbing Fox’s hand to take him to the bedroom.
“What?” Fox asked without moving.
“Aren’t we going to bed?”
“No. I’m going to bend over the desk, and you are going to fuck me right here.”
Unable to stop himself, Edward looked at the window. He had never put up curtains or blinds in all the time he’d live there. He’d never thought of it until now.
“Eddie, live a little,” Fox said.
With his gaze riveted on Edward’s face, Fox slowly unzipped Edward’s trousers and pushed them down to his thighs, followed at once by his boring, white, waist-high Y fronts. “No one under the age of ninety-five should wear Y fronts. You do know that?”
“I know, but I’ve always worn them. They’re comfortable.”
From the pocket of his jeans, Fox took a lubricated condom and, just like the night before, tore open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled it onto Edward’s bulging, red willy. Taking long, slow breaths to control himself, Edward gazed into Fox’s eyes.
Fox unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, followed by pink polka-dot bikini underwear. He turned and placed both hands on top of the desk, bent at the waist, and thrust his hips out. Overcome by both desire and the urge to take Fox in his arms and forgive him for the computer and anything else he might steal in the future, Edward positioned his cock at Fox’s tight anus, then grabbed his hips and thrust hard inside him.
Fox arched his back and cried out. “Holy fuck! You’re getting good at this.”
The next minute was frenzied. Edward could not have held back even had he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. Allowing his cries to match Fox’s, he rammed his penis as hard as he could into
But Fox had still stolen his computer.
“Why did you do it? You left without your money, and then you took my computer. Why?”
A soft pink suffused Fox’s pale cheeks, and his gaze dropped to his feet. “I was going to sell it. I wiped the hard drive. I’m sorry. I needed the money.”
“You didn’t even take what I owe you,” Edward pointed out. “What did you need the money for?”
Looking up at him from under his darkly made-up lashes, Fox smiled. “Tofu.”
As joyful as he felt, Edward didn’t want to let off him so easily, at least not just yet. “So you didn’t access any of the information?” he asked cautiously. Everything was encrypted, but for all he knew Fox was some computer whiz kid. “You took two memory sticks as well. Where are they?”
“I just wanted the money I thought I could get for it. I tossed the sticks down a grid. They’ll be rotting in the sewer somewhere. I didn’t really know what to do with them.”
Edward put his laptop on his desk with his birthday cards. He’d look at them later. He wanted to be annoyed, but he was deliriously happy. In an attempt at sounding stern he pointed one finger at Fox. “You shouldn’t have done it. I trusted you.”
“You could always smack my arse.” Fox grinned, drawing a broad smile from Edward.
“Perhaps later. Would you like a beer?”
“Perhaps later.” He mimicked Edward’s upper-crust accent and took a step toward him. “Right now I’d like a fuck.”
The initial erection caused by the sight of Fox on the landing had softened. At those words he nearly came in his pants. He cleared his throat as if about to deliver a speech, making Fox burst out laughing. He should have felt ridiculous, but he didn’t. There was something comfortable about Fox, something comforting about being with him. “Come on, then,” he said, grabbing Fox’s hand to take him to the bedroom.
“What?” Fox asked without moving.
“Aren’t we going to bed?”
“No. I’m going to bend over the desk, and you are going to fuck me right here.”
Unable to stop himself, Edward looked at the window. He had never put up curtains or blinds in all the time he’d live there. He’d never thought of it until now.
“Eddie, live a little,” Fox said.
With his gaze riveted on Edward’s face, Fox slowly unzipped Edward’s trousers and pushed them down to his thighs, followed at once by his boring, white, waist-high Y fronts. “No one under the age of ninety-five should wear Y fronts. You do know that?”
“I know, but I’ve always worn them. They’re comfortable.”
From the pocket of his jeans, Fox took a lubricated condom and, just like the night before, tore open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled it onto Edward’s bulging, red willy. Taking long, slow breaths to control himself, Edward gazed into Fox’s eyes.
Fox unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, followed by pink polka-dot bikini underwear. He turned and placed both hands on top of the desk, bent at the waist, and thrust his hips out. Overcome by both desire and the urge to take Fox in his arms and forgive him for the computer and anything else he might steal in the future, Edward positioned his cock at Fox’s tight anus, then grabbed his hips and thrust hard inside him.
Fox arched his back and cried out. “Holy fuck! You’re getting good at this.”
The next minute was frenzied. Edward could not have held back even had he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. Allowing his cries to match Fox’s, he rammed his penis as hard as he could into
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