And with those words from Theo, Greg stopped and stared at his friend. None of it was working correctly. And everything Theo was saying now sounded like assault and something far more torrid and foul. It made very romantic, erotic urge slip away and Greg looked down from his hands up to Theo's face. The expression there matched the mood, this little boy sounded like he wanted to please so badly without getting in trouble. That troubled Greg the most.
He stopped, noting that the tender flesh was healing, and with his own fingers slightly numb, he wiped what remained on the inside of Theo's pants and then pulled them up over Theo's bony rump. His hands instead went to pet, and he took yet another sigh, "You are a good boy, Theo," he said, trying to be positive, "And no secrets mate. You tell anyone you want. I want to hear you. I want you to talk about stuff. You can," he said with some growing fierceness inside. He kept his tone light, but he felt more conflicted again, wondering where the hell all of this was coming from.