He resisted for a moment, wounded a little by the rejection, but then he curls against the older man's body, face buried into his shoulder. His mind was a whirl of confusion. He couldn't really remember, with any kind of clarity, a time that anyone had expressed affection for him like this. Some of his client's could be gentle with him, but there was something missing in those touches that he was feeling now. It didn't exactly remove that desire from him. What did it matter if he was too young for a thing he'd already been doing for years?

There didn't seem to be anything he could do now but cry. He let the tears go, though he was quiet with it simply by habit.

Funny that he could be more ashamed of that than of giving his body to another.