"We could carry on...or we could talk. You know, you're almost tolerable when you drop all of that ridiculous macho-homophobe rubbish," Avery said with a smile.

Taking his cue from Leon, Avery lay down on the ground, resting his hands on his stomach. He glanced across to the other boy as he tugged and pulled at his shirt.

"Is there a reason why you keep squirming? Got a hard on for me or something, you little fag?" He smirked at Leon. "I can do something about it for you, if you do have one."