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honest and open. He didn’t know how to be any other way.
    Without moving, Fox said, “Yeah, well, I’m not. I’m a whore.”
    “Do you cut yourself?” Edward asked quietly.
    “Don’t be stupid. I had an accident.” Fox stopped speaking abruptly. He squeezed Edward’s
    waist tighter still, resting his cheek on Edward’s shoulder.
    “There are old scars all over your arms and chest,” Edward persisted, unsure if it was a good
    idea to push it.
    “It’s called scarification. It’s an art form,” Fox said.
    “Fox, there’s nothing artistic about those slashes.”
    Very softly, Fox said, “Yeah, I cut myself. Does it make you feel better to know?”
    “Yes, it does. I want you to be truthful with me. But why?” Many a time Edward had felt fearful,
    especially when beginning a new venture. Occasionally he had been depressed when everyone
    around him seemed to have a partner but him. But why would anyone feel so awful that they would cut
    their own flesh?
    “I don’t know,” Fox said.
    “I can hardly hear you, Fox.”
    Still holding Edward’s waist tightly, Fox stepped back. “I said, I don’t know.” He smiled. “Let’s
    not talk about it. Let’s go into the bedroom and have another fuck.”
    Easily distracted from the confusing subject, Edward smiled back. “I love your eyes. They’re so
    blue, but with your makeup running you look like one of those animals I’ve seen on the telly. They
    have them in America.”
    A cute little chuckle escaped Fox, and his eyes crinkled. “A raccoon?”
    “Yes, that’s right, a raccoon.”
    Fox splashed water into his eyes and rubbed away the remaining makeup. “There, that’s me,
    natural.”
    “I like it,” Edward said. “I like you both ways. With and without the makeup.” With one finger
    he tapped the end of Fox’s straight little nose. “I like your little nose too. Mine’s like a hawk.”
    “I like hawks.” Fox did the same back, tapping Edward’s nose. “I like your nose.”
    No one had ever said that before. “I was thinking of having a nose job. What do you think?”
    Fox looked up at him. “Don’t.”
    Under the rushing water Fox got down on his knees. Wondering what he was doing, Edward
    watched the top of Fox’s head. He almost screamed when Fox grabbed his willy with his teeth and
    sucked it into his mouth. Panting hard, Edward stood, his knees weak, jellylike, while Fox sucked
    hard on him. He placed both hands on Fox’s head as if giving him a benediction. Edward hadn’t
    thought it possible to come three times in quick succession, but he did, pumping his fluids into Fox’s
    mouth. When the last vestige of pleasure was wrung from his willy, he waited, unable to move. Fox
    wrapped both arms around Edward’s waist, hanging on to him.
    Never in his life had Edward felt so unutterably grateful and happy and sated as he felt at that
    moment. I could die right now and regret nothing.
    “Fox, stand up.” Fox obeyed. “Come into the bedroom and let me make you happy again.” He
    took the sweet young face in both his hands, looking down at him. “What do you want me to do to
    you?”
    “I want you to hold me and talk to me.”
    “What about the other thing?” Edward asked.
    “Sex? I love sex. It’s great. But right now I want you to hold me and talk to me.”
    “Your wish is my command,” Edward said.
    They dried off with Edward’s one towel. He brushed his teeth and rinsed the toothbrush under
    the running water for several minutes before handing it to Fox. “Sorry I don’t have a spare. I tend to
    buy things like that as I need then. That one’s quite new. I got it from the dentist last month at my
    checkup.”
    “You’re funny, Eddie.” Fox took it and brushed his teeth.
    “Suppose that’s better than being weird.”
    They wandered into the bedroom. The minute they lay down, Edward took Fox into his arms. As
    if he had never had a hug in his life, Fox cuddled in close. “That was the most incredible thing in