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joke.
    I told him, and he laughed too. I like it when he laughs, so I tickled him, and he tried to get away, but I grabbed him round the waist and lifted him off the floor, and then he couldn’t stop laughing. So we gave up on sixty-nine and just rubbed off on each other, nice and slow, and then we cuddled up in Larry’s bed and went to sleep.
     
     
    In the end, I spent so much time round at Larry’s house that he said why don’t I move in? So the next Sunday, I got all my stuff together and I borrowed a van from my boss and drove it round. We hung my punch bag up in the basement, and Larry had a go at it, but he can’t punch for shit. I told him that’s okay, ’cause he’d got me to look after him now. And then we ended up kissing and stuff, and I had him over the boxes my weights were in and was late taking the van back. I didn’t get into trouble, though. The boss just said I’d better get my lazy arse in to work on time tomorrow, and I did, so that was all right. I didn’t tell him I’d been late because I’d been fucking Larry. I thought he might be more cross if I’d said that.
    Larry’s got this loft conversion. It’s a big, open room with these huge skylights and the walls painted blue like the sky in winter the morning after it’s snowed. First time I went up there, I just stood in the middle and turned round, looking at it. I guess I probably looked a bit stupid. Larry came up and hugged me and laughed. “You like it?”
    “It’s amazing,” I said. “It’d be perfect for doing painting and stuff in.”
    “Really? Why don’t you do that, then? Use it as a studio. I’d love to see some more of your art.” Larry had his hands on my chest, so I guessed he was talking about my tats.
    I shrugged. “Haven’t got any stuff. I mean, apart from my sketchbook and that. Didn’t have room for it, my old place.”
    “We’ll get you some. There’s an art shop on King Street. They should have most of the things you need there.”
    “’S expensive.”
    “So? We’ll call it your moving-in present.”
    I felt a bit bad. “I haven’t got you nothing.”
    “Oh?” Larry looked up at me with big eyes. I started getting hard, ’cause he’d put his hand on my cock. “You haven’t got anything for me? Anything at all?” He gave me a little squeeze. “I think you’re wrong about that,” he said. “I think you’ve got something for me right here.” Then he stopped talking, ’cause I grabbed his arse and pulled him against me hard and kissed him.
    So we never got to the art shop that day. But we went soon after, and I got all kinds of stuff—a proper easel and brushes and paints and canvases and all that crap. I didn’t let Larry pay for it all. I think he was relieved.
    I got Larry to pose for me first off. It took awhile before I got any sketches done, though, ’cause every time he got his kit off, we ended up fucking. Then Larry had a good idea. He said we should fuck first and do pictures after, and that worked pretty good. I love looking at Larry when he’s just been fucked. He gets this smile on his face that doesn’t go away even when he’s nearly asleep, and his whole body gets kind of softer.
    I knew he’d get hacked off if I asked him to stand up for me, so I got him to pose lying down like he was asleep. I got the outline drawn, and I was filling in the detail of his face when he started making these snuffly noises, and I realised he was asleep. That was good, ’cause I didn’t have to worry about him getting bored no more. Larry slept for ages. I guess he’d been working too hard. I got sketches of him done from all different angles, and when my hand started to cramp, I went and kissed him to wake him up just like Sleeping Beauty. Although I guess with me it was more like Beauty and the Beast.
    I thought Larry might want to fuck again when he woke up, but he was dead keen to see my sketches. He seemed to really like them. “These are fantastic!” he said. “Very