It was a beautiful, unusually warm and bright day for this time of year. The shadow of winter was falling behind the heat and joy of spring. The scent of cut grass and blooming flowers danced into the car as I drove home, and to enjoy the glee of spring, I drove through the country rather than any motorways. The fields were lush and green, the light breeze caused the land to sway delicately. That first warm day since winter, I felt better than usual in my mind and body.
Winding lanes of ancient roads forced me to drive slower, and as there were no other cars, I didn't mind taking my leisurely time driving with a soft melody coming through the speakers. The work day had not been too heavy, and I was deciding what drink I would enjoy in the pub garden this evening when I saw something black in the middle of the road.
Sat up in my seat, the black object came into focus and became a spinning wheel separated from the bike that had helped it to drive to the middle of the road. Out of caution, I slowed down and traced over the edge of the road to not run over any other parts of the other vehicle. Around the corner, I saw a figure sat by the limbless bike missing its wheels and the chain dangling from the metal frame body.
In a good mood, I stopped the car and rolled down my window to shout at the figure. "Everything alright? Are you hurt?" I asked, lifting my sunglasses to get a better look at the figure.
A mop of softly curled brunette hair lifted to my voice, showing me a beautiful face with a bright sun blush across his high cheekbones and small, pointed nose. He was a pretty little thing, plump red lips were wet by a pink tongue before he spoke.
"Yes, sorry, it just fell off. I think the bults fell off." He said in a soft, but definitely frustrated tone.
A pang of pity spiked into my heart and it made me nod to show my empathy for his situation. "You got another few miles before you reach a bus... Want me to drive you somewhere?" It felt wrong to imagine how he would pay me back, especially as I stood double his age, but I couldn't help watching his shiny and plump lips be bitten by white bunny teeth.
"I don't want to put you out, man." He muttered as he looked at the dismantled bike, large gashes in the silver showing just how painful the fall must have been.
"Not at all, son. Come, I'll drop you home." I reached over and flicked the door handle open as an invitation.
Whether it was the heat, or the air con whirling around his body coming from the car, the boy leapt up and walked to the car. His white, silky shirt was unbuttoned to the navel. An angular body, small pecks outlined in blowing fabric to expose the damp skin that would taste beautifully sweet under my tongue. He rubbed his hands together, brushing off any rubble on his palms as he jumped into the car.
"Thank you so much..." He felt the leather seats under his hands before turning to me. "I don't think I've ever been in a car so nice." He chuckled, clearly happy with his current seat.
Money was something I had ever since I finished university, the car wasn't something I cared about much anymore. I can imagine if I were still a twenty-something young man then I would probably be as excited too. The smile on his face looked wide and genuine, bright and bold.
"It's not too bad, all things considered." I muttered in response, his excitement gave me a chance to look over his body that I took gratefully.
Washed out blue denim shorts stopped at his creamy mid-thigh, muscle-wrapped skin with just enough fat that he would feel indulgent under my teeth. A light layer of blond hair covered his legs, dried blood and a purple bruise that was already starting to form on his knee. He pulled his knee to his chest, hiding the injury under his palms.
"Just a scratch, don't worry." He brushed off, and I thanked his innocence silently for thinking I looked out of pity and not out of lust.
Getting older meant I went to the clubs less, I felt too old to be on the apps and found myself in my own company rather than that of a pretty young man like the one in my car. It wasn't often a man like myself would be able to have such a chance, but I held back for now.
"Graham." I offered my hand out to the lad with an open palm.
"Harrison." He replied with his hand in mine, smaller but noticeably soft.
The door slammed shut, and I started driving once more. Harrison looked around the car as if a robot would burst out and entertain him. He was a cute little thing with the eyes of excitement for life rather than a misery like I had become accustomed to. I kept my eyes on the road for our safety, even if I hated not being able to see every crease and bend of his body.
That didn't mean I could not feel the heat and heaviness of his glance moving over my body, which caused me to sit up straighter, showing my body in a better light. In my rapid descent to middle age, my body started to become lackluster, fat pooling around my gut. Once I began to wobble, I forced myself into the gym to harden the fat into my muscles. I started to like my body again, even if it wasn't as lean as it once was.
With a loud clack, I unhooked my phone from its holder and threw it at the boy, who caught it quickly. "Put it in for me," I asked with my eyes on the road.
Once the screen on the dashboard updated and showed his address, I recognised it as another part of town. It wasn't a bad part of town, but it did house a lot of students and their friends. He handed me my phone back, and I clip it back into the holder.
"So, Harrison, got a girlfriend?" I asked with a sense of awkwardness in my tone. I wanted to take him, use him and have him, but I could only talk like a random uncle at a family gathering.
"No, sir." His big doe eyes looked up at me, watched me as I drove.
"A young handsome boy like you is single? I bet those girls pine for you. God, if I looked like that growing up." I chuckled, "Or are you more of the one-night kind of man?"
