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weakly. Although he was handsome, he felt old and used up,
next to this young, fresh boy who seemed ripe as a peach.
    “It is,” said
the boy, pouting, “Are you in need of his services?” he asked. The
question angelically innocent, even though James knew the services
Ira provided were drenched in blood.
    “S...
services... yes. I think so. I need to talk to him,” he gulped.
    “Well he ain’t
home,” said the boy, shrugging his arms. “Wanna wait?” he asked,
opening the door a bit wider. James saw a humble room, furnished in
dark wood and a crackling fire in a small metal fireplace. It was
cool outside, but the person responsible for feeding the fire did
their job a bit too well. The room was unpleasantly hot, which
justified the boy’s attire to some extent. The lack of any
decoration whatsoever made the interior resemble a cheap rented
lodging.
    James nodded
and looked the boy up and down, before stepping in. “You live
here?” he asked.
    The boy smiled,
closing the door with a thick lock and showing him to an old,
leather-covered chair by the fire. “No... I just visit every now
and then,” he said with a gentle smile. From his movements, James
could guess, he wanted to make a good impression on Ira’s guest.
“You wish for some tea? No milk,” he added immediately.
    “Thank you... I
think I’ll just warm up by the fire maybe...”
    “As you wish,”
said the boy politely, sitting in a wooden chair, one of four by
the oval-shaped table covered with a gray-ish piece of cloth. There
was one cupboard and a place for preparing food, with a pan hanging
from the wall along with some dried foods in large jars. It looked
as though they used the top of the fireplace to heat pots. The
smoke was released outside with a pipe leading through the ceiling.
James could see no decoration whatsoever, but there was an entrance
to another room, where Ira probably slept.
    He took a deep
breath, sitting by the fire. “I’m sorry to intrude...” he said,
feeling awkward, especially with the mask on.
    “That’s all
right,” answered the boy immediately, pulling his creamy thighs
together. “I was bored anyway.”
    James’ eyes
opened a bit wider, as he involuntarily glimpsed a lot more flesh
than would usually be on show. “So you sleep here?” he asked again,
beginning to understand that Ira evidently didn’t have the same
concerns as he did.
    The boy
laughed, his eyes glittering slightly. “He lets me sometimes, when
I don’t wanna go back home. He's a man ya can trust!” he added with
emphasis, apparently wanting to assure him that he was seeking the
services of someone proper.
    “Oh. So he
cares for you? A bit like a father?” James asked with hope.
    The boy nodded,
but the deep blush on his cheeks told James otherwise. “He’s...
nice.”
    He wasn’t sure
if he wanted to be there anymore. What was the point? It looked as
though he had some kind of idiotic idea in his head whereas Ira
just fucked whoever was around. What happened in Kent, must have
been simply another fling to him. Maybe a little different than his
young friend here, but nothing out of the ordinary. Not the
world-crashing experience it was for him. “I can imagine it’s nice
to have a friend. Especially in this area.”
    “Yeah, he’s
nice,” the boy nodded, “Wouldn’t you like to take off the mask?” he
asked all of a sudden.
    “No, thank
you... I...” He stood up. “I actually think I will be going. Thank
you for your hospitality. Could you please not tell Ira about my
visit?” he asked.
    Ira’s friend
tilted his head slightly, visibly surprised. “Why? Did I do
something wrong? I am sorry!” he said, standing up.
    “Not at all. I
simply changed my mind about the assignment I wanted to give him,”
James said, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. He was sure the boy
was Ira’s lover. What could he then have to do here, as it was now
pretty obvious he was nothing more than a fling to Ira.
    “Um... all
right,” said