Free The Sky Is Dead by Sue Brown

one more night, please?”
    I sink down onto the couch. “One more,” I say stubbornly, “and that’s all.”
    “Good.” She nods. Then she says to Harry, “You need to do your homework, young man.”
    Harry looks mutinous but she stares him down.
    I touch Harry’s arm. “Do your homework and I’ll read or watch TV.”
    “You can play on the PlayStation if you want,” Harry suggests, but I see the look on Mrs. Cooper’s face.
    “Another time,” I say.
    He nods and gets out his schoolbooks. I start watching some crappy drama, but I doze off before the end. I only wake up when I feel a kiss on my cheek. “Come on, you. Let’s go to bed.”
    I yawn as I sit up. The clock tells me I’ve been asleep for over an hour and it’s nearly nine o’clock. “I’m sorry,” I say to Harry’s mum. She is sitting in the corner reading the Daily Mail . “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
    “She dozed off too,” Harry crows.
    Mrs. Cooper scowls at her son. “You can shut your mouth. I didn’t fall asleep. I just shut my eyes for a minute.”
    “More like half an hour.”
    He grins at his mother’s glare. It’s nice and normal, and makes me feel relaxed being with them.
    Harry leads me upstairs after we both say good night. Outside the bathroom door, he hands me a blue toothbrush.
    I take it and look at him curiously. “What’s this for?”
    “It’s a toothbrush.”
    “No shit, Sherlock. Why are you giving it to me?”
    “So you can keep one here, and not worry that you’ve got bad breath. No excuses!”
    I bite my lip. My toothbrush is in my pocket. I wasn’t going to leave it where someone could nick it. When I’ve used the bathroom, I find him waiting for me in the guest bedroom… in the bed… in his pajamas.
    I shut the door hurriedly. “Harry… your mum… she’ll kill us… me!”
    “Not if we’re quick. You missed out, remember?” He gives me a filthy, wicked grin.
    My cock doesn’t know whether to hide or point straight to Harry. I’m eighteen. It makes up its own mind.
    “Fuck.” That’s all I can manage as I lie down next to him in the small bed.
    “I wish.” Harry kisses me, soft and gentle, as we lay together in the bed. He reaches up to stroke my cheek, and I try not to flinch. It’s hard to explain I find it hard to be touched, even by Harry. Since I left home, the only people who have touched me have been nurses or johns.
    Not knowing what is passing through my mind, Harry slips his hand into my borrowed boxers and cradles my cock. I push forward into his grasp.
    “Do it,” I whisper. “Just do it.”
    He does, hesitantly at first and then with more confidence, fisting my shaft until my toes are curling and I’m reaching for more. Harry pulls me forward with his free hand, and I bury my head in his neck as he strokes me harder. He pulls my climax from me until I’m sobbing quietly into his shoulder, and then he strokes me through each pulse. A sixteen-year-old kid reduces me to this, a messy, quivering wreck in his arms.
    He cleans me up and then climbs back into bed and snuggles up against me until I wrap my arms around him.
    “I thought you were going to your own bed,” I say, happy to have him there, warm and comforting, but worried about his mum suddenly appearing.
    “I asked her not to come up for an hour.”
    “You did what?”
    “Asked her not to come upstairs for an hour ’cause I wanted to say good night to you properly.”
    “And she agreed?” I squeak in amazement.
    Harry nods against my chest, the strands of his long hair tickling me. “My mum’s awesome, huh?”
    She’s more than awesome. “Why is she so cool about me? You’ve brought home a boy, and more than that, a homeless kid, and you’ve told your mum you’re having sex.”
    Harry doesn’t answer immediately. I start to worry and then he says quietly, “I told her that you’d refused to have sex with me straight away.”
    “Oh?” I wasn’t sure what to say.
    “She knows you