Granny Emma was waiting for Teddy in the kitchen with a sandwich and glass of milk. He handed her the envelope Mr. Fowler had given to him than quickly pounced on the plate of food after washing his hands, his stomach giving a demanding rumble. It was much cooler in the house, but Teddy was still sticky and feeling kind of gross.
“Were you polite?” Granny Emma asked while rifling through the envelope. “Respectful? Did you do everything Mr. Fowler asked?”
Teddy nodded. “He said he wants to come by next week to play… Um, and do the lawn. He’s going to be planting some roses in the backyard.”
“Oh, I love roses.” Humming to herself, the elderly woman tucked the money away into her housecoat. Teddy watched her out of the corner of her eyes, wondering just why it seemed everyone was paying his Granny to work for her. Maybe people in the town understood just how old and in need of help Granny Emma was and they were just so generous that they gave her money. Teddy had never lived in such a place but was glad to find out there were just so many good people in his new house of his.
“Don’t forget to clean up, boy,” Granny Emma reminded as she slowly made her way towards the hallway that led to the living room she spent most of her time in. “You’re all dusty from the yard.”
“Kay, Granny,” he answered quickly, shoving the last of his sandwich into his mouth and jumping up to wash his plate.
The kitchen was still littered with pots and pans, and Teddy could see the oven was on, possibly a cake already being baked inside. He had never had a birthday cake for himself but his spirits were up to know Granny Emma would make a cake for a boy that just lived in the neighborhood. Maybe when his birthday came around, she’d make one for him too. He quickly put all the pots and pans away, then ran a wet sponge over the counter tops and tables to get the remnants of flour his poor sighted Granny had missed. His sneaker slipped on his next step and he stopped with a gasp, finding that he was dripping all of Mr. Fowler’s seed down his leg and getting it onto the floor.
Flushing, he quickly wiped it up, his cheeks heating up. He didn’t quite know why, but the idea of his Granny finding out what he had done with the handsome man made him certain she’d be angry. He stepped tentative down the hallway, peeking in to the living room where the old woman was sitting. She was at her desk for a change, writing something in a ledger while a soap opera buzzed in the background.
“Granny, if you need me I’m just going to be upstairs getting cleaned up.”
Emma didn’t bother to turn, her head shaking slightly as she nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. After that you can help me frost the cake.”
Teddy’s eyes widened at the thought. The doorbell gave a sudden ring and he turned towards the front door, suddenly feeling nervous. “Granny, should I…?”
“Hurry up, before they think no one is home,” Emma called. Her eyesight might have been bad but the woman’s hearing was fine enough. She smiled to herself as Teddy dashed down the hall, her grandson quick to comply.
With wide eyes, Teddy stopped in front of the front door, trying to ignore how wet his thighs were and the way they were itching. He peeked out the small window, fumbling with the door handle when he saw who it was. It was the boy from the picture, the photo he had hidden in his room.
“Hi,” Teddy said breathlessly once he got the door open, staring at the boy. The blond was taller than him, but everyone was taller than Teddy. His eyes were a bright green and so pretty, his skin golden like his hair, lips pink and plump. Teddy couldn’t stop staring, feeling very shy when he found he was being stared back at as well. “Uh, I’m Teddy,” he added in a whisper, holding the door tight and using it like a shield as he peered at the boy.
“Hi, Teddy. My name’s Lief.” The blond smiled hesitantly, edging closer to where the short brunette was standing. “I have some clothes for you.” The boy held a big black plastic bag up, placing it back on the porch carefully.
Teddy nodded mutely, glancing down at the bag for a moment, then back at the boy. Lief was too beautiful for words and it just made him feel terribly shy even though he was jumping inside to have an entire bag of clothes to wear now.
“Um, I hope you don’t mind that they’re all hand me downs,” Lief added when Teddy refused to speak. “They’re all clothes I used to fit into but don’t anymore. But they’re really clean and… Uh, yeah.” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his short pockets. Lief was dressed strangely to how Teddy was used to seeing boys his age dress, the blond’s shorts very tight and short and his shirt clinging to him like a second skin. Used to wearing clothes much too big for him, Teddy wondered if his Aunt Jenny just hadn’t known hot to properly dress because Lief looked very nice in his red and black outfit.
“Do you live around here?” Teddy finally found his voice again, pulling his eyes away from the boy’s nice black sneakers.
Nodding, Lief stepped closer to hear the short boy. “Yeah, right over there.” He pointed to the big house next door, Teddy turning his head to look. It was the one that looked into the backyard, the house looking so much more taken care of than his Granny’s. Teddy was suddenly very aware of just how close Lief was standing, the blond willowy and sweet smelling, his green eyes skittering over the brunette only to look away just as quickly. “Emma sometimes watches me when my dad goes out of town for business trips,” Lief disclosed softly. “She’s nice enough. Always thanks me when I help her around the house.”
“What about your mom?” Teddy asked, daring a peek at the blond. “Why doesn’t she watch you?”
Lief shrugged awkwardly, scuffing his shoe on the porch. “She died a long time ago. It’s just me and my dad now.”
“Oh.” Realizing it was probably a sore subject for the boy, Teddy added after a moment. “Both my parents are dead. But I like Granny Emma. I’m hoping I’ll get to live here for a long time.”
Lief nodded silently, absorbing the information with a serious expression. “So… You like it here?” He asked after a moment.
“Yeah. I get my own room. And clothes. And Granny hasn’t hit me at all…” He glanced over awkwardly. “I don’t think she’d be fast enough, even if she wanted to.”
“Emma doesn’t hit,” Lief assured the brunette. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her yell. But she can be really stern. She’s gotten really tough with, um, well, my dad at times.” His expression growing stormy, Lief finished a little distantly, “She’s a nice lady. You’re really lucky to have her for your grandma.”
Looking up at the boy in concern, Teddy silently agreed. Granny Emma had been great so far. Probably the nicest out of any relative he’d lived with and it was only the second day. “Do you go to the school?” He asked, wondering if Lief had any stories of the place. He was excited about going to school but also really nervous that he’d be the stupid one in the group. He really hadn’t had a day of learning in his entire life.
“Yeah, the place down the street. It’s okay.”
“I’ve never been to school,” Teddy admitted hesitantly, glancing over to see if the boy would laugh. Lief didn’t, the blond’s gaze more intent on a streak of dirt on Teddy’s chin.
“I think you’ll like it. Just don’t get Mr. Howard upset,” Lief warned. “He uses the ruler if you talk back.”
Flinching, Teddy gripped the side of the door. “I don’t talk back. Not ever. Does it hurt?”
Shrugging, the blond gave a light blush, glancing over his shoulder towards his house. “I, uh, I’m good with pain.” Teddy followed his gaze, worry starting to gnaw in the pit of his stomach. Lief’s house looked right into his new backyard. Had the boy seen him with Mr. Fowler? Was he they type to make fun of him for something like that? It had been really, well, intense and Teddy didn’t want to have to explain it or anything. He definitely didn’t want the new boy to make fun of him for it.
“You can change now, if you want,” Lief offered, turning back and holding up the black trash bag again. Teddy glanced down to where the boy was looking, realizing he had edged outside enough for the blond to see his shorts were ruined. But he was too excited to care, realizing the bag was actually full of clothes just for him.
Beaming, he took the top of the bag when handed to him, trying to get the swooshy material to open so he could see inside. “Is there any underwear?” He looked up when the boy didn’t answer, Lief biting his lower lip and shaking his head at the question. “Oh—That’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m just really happy to get clothes,” Teddy assured quickly. “I’ve never had my own before. It’s like fifty Christmas all at once.”
“I, uh, I don’t actually own any underwear,” Lief admitted, stepping closer and pulling the band of his tight shorts away from his sharp hipbones to prove he wasn’t lying. “If I had some, I swear I’d have sent you some though. My dad doesn’t buy me any.”
Glancing up from where Lief’s golden skin revealed, a small, round bruise purple under the band of his shorts, Teddy was pretty sure the boy was telling the truth. “I don’t mind, really.” Lief’s green eyes met his fully, Teddy’s breath hitching, something tingling through him in a wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Lief the way Mr. Fowler had kissed him, sealing their lips together and tasting the other boy. It made him feel hot to think about, his blush only growing when he realized he had been staring at the boy for an unknown amount of time, Lief staring right back at him.
“Did you want help carrying the clothes?” Lief asked, looking reluctant to leave just yet.
Smiling brightly, Teddy agreed, throwing the door open so that the blond could come in and then turning so he wouldn’t be in the way of the large bag as Lief hauled it through the doorway. Glancing back, Teddy found the boy staring at his ass, his shorts wet with cum slick on his thighs. He didn’t know if Lief knew what he was looking at, but Teddy did, his entire body flushing heat as he quickly turned and used his hand to cover his butt. “S-Sorry, I should go wash up. I promised Granny.”
Glancing at the blond, Teddy edged towards the stairs, jolting when Lief suddenly caught his arm, the blond leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You got off on it, right? When the gardener was fucking you, I could see you had cum.”
Licking his lips, Teddy nodded once, his mind fixated on the word Lief had just said. Fucking. The boy had seen Mr. Fowler fucking him. “It felt good,” he whispered, his body currently feeling really good with Lief’s breath against his cheek, the boy soft and gentle as he held his arms.
“Dave is one of the nicest guys around,” Lief disclosed quietly to the blushing brunette. “He likes to make sure you feel good. Seeing you like that, it uh, it really felt good for me,” he added with a blush. “You’re really cute, Teddy. I think you’re the cutest boy I’ve ever met.”
Blushing wildly, Teddy dared to peek up through his curls, Leif giving him a small smile in return. He wanted to tell the blond that he thought he was cute too, but he couldn’t seem to get his mouth to work. He felt stuck in place, his throat dry and heart hammering in his chest.
“I gotta get back home before my dad gets pissed off,” Lief said, his lashes fluttering as he glanced down at the boy’s mouth. “It’s really good to meet you. I’m glad you’re so, well, nice.”
Teddy nodded mutely, staring up at the boy imploringly and really wishing he could say something back. Looking at the brunette again, Lief suddenly leaned forward, kissing Teddy on the cheek. His breath hitching, Teddy felt even more frozen.
“I hope the clothes fit.” Lief disappeared before Teddy could speak, closing the front door behind him. Teddy stared after, biting his lip hard, his body tingling from head to toe from the simple kiss.
Oh, he was in trouble. Lief was really handsome and nice and he just felt so stupid around the boy. Surely the blond must have thought he was dumb or something. But… he had called him really cute. Had kissed him, even if it was just on his cheek. Teddy wasn’t about to complain about any of it even if his stupid mouth had refused to work.
With shaking hands, he dragged the bag of clothes up the stairs, heaving it onto his bed before stumbling into the bathroom and plugging the tub so he could wash. When he finally squirmed into the lukewarm water and carefully washed his morning from his skin, Teddy could only think of Lief, the boy’s hands, his lips and his sweet smelling flesh.