(Eli above)

"Aw shit….feel how that baby move as I fuck you.".

Rhys grits his teeth as he gets fucked in the backseat of a police car. For over a month and a half Rhys has been the fuck thing for this sad excuse of a man. He just doesn't see what that man likes with his ass. His hair was long and tangled while his body was skinny yet the bump made him look full. 

The man's pace quickens as he finishes off in him like always. 'It's okay Rhys. It nothing more than a fuck.'

The man gave him a sharp slap against his ass and turned him to sit in front of him. Rhys' shirt was rolled up just how the man liked exposing the expanse of skin. The police officer, whose name he finally remembers was Oscar, thumbs Rhys's protruding navel. 

"You are about to bust aren't you? Not much longer.", he says biting his lip.

"Yeah."

Oscar's face contorted into a thinking pose. He taps his finger against his chin before reaching out and pulling Rhys. He pulls him into his laps and presses a slobbery kiss to his lips. 

'Fuck this shit!'

Rhys pushes him away. The bulk of a man did not move. Rhys felt a flood of embarrassment come to his cheeks. 

"You are lucky I like feisty bitches." He smiled. No, grinned at him. His filthy eyes scan him once more. "Want to come home with me? I can give you and that baby a good home.".

'Hell no! Not in a million fucking years!"

"Isn't that illegal. I'm seventeen and who knows how old you are.".

A little twitch could be seen on Officer Oscar's forehead. 

"That's just one year. And when it passes…", he runs a hand on his stomach.

The cub moves and kicks to the touch. A small wince escapes his lips. Rhys nodded and held out his hand. Oscar makes a small groan and presses a couple Bill's into his hand. 

"Just think about it. A baby can't survive long on the streets. And let's not forget that black boy you have.".

Rhys grits his teeth and pushes the door open. He pulls his sweater down and makes his way to the fast food place.

Eli was munching on three chicken nuggets. The other six were placed on the torn lid of the cardboard. Rhys enters the place and sits next to him. After a few deep breaths he breaks a smile.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him!", he shouts out to Hector.

"No problem!"

Rhys locks eyes with Eli, "Hey buddy...did you eat?".

Rhys looks down at the cardboard and sighs. "It's fine Eli eat the rest. I just got paid." He grins taking out a few fives. 

Eli softy whines and pushes the nuggets to him. His hands fly immediately back under the table to play with his toy train.

"It's fine. Just eat. I'll be o-", Rhys' hand flying to his belly. The sound of plastic hitting the tile covers his gasp.

Hector walks over to them. He rests a hand on his shoulder and arches his scrawny back. "You aren't going pop on us right now Rhys?".

"No...it was just a really strong kick.", he tries. His breath left him hollow. 

Hector's eyebrow arched watching him. "If you say so. I'm gonna bring you and that darling boy of yours a pie tart. And don't you dare try to pay, it's on me.".

Rhys just smiles, "Thanks Hector.".

His hand still runs the expanse while the other eats the one nugget he allows himself from Eli. The chime of the bell echoes through the almost empty food place. Rhys almost believed it was Officer Oscar if it wasn't obvious the man at the entrance was not a white muscular pedophile. This man was also tightly toned in his uniform but his skin looked so glorious shining in the golden hour.

He marches up to the counter stiffly and rings the bell. Hector walks out holding the two apple pastries. He sets them down as he pulls out a pad. In a barrel deep voice he said,

"A garden wrap with chicken and no mayo.", he orders.

Like he was a new recruit, Hector writes it down and sends it to the chefs to the back. The man was now locking eyes with me. As if Eli read his mind, we both bowed our heads trying to avoid the attention.

A heavy squeak of boots and click of plates on a table were still not enough to bring their heads up. 

"I believe these are yours." He says in a voice that could have impregnated Rhys if he wasn't already.

Rhys nods. "Thanks..".

The man did not move. His eyes studied him but instead of Oscar's stripping gaze he was more calculative.

"How long have you been on the streets? Judging by the looks of it you've been there for a few months.".

Rhys' fork clatters to the plate. He pushes another rising cramp away to focus on the man. Eli moves to the wall of the booth. 

"Maybe. Why do you care? Going to call your men to take away some people trying to live?".

"If I was going to call my men it wouldn't be for a pregnant teen with a kid and another one on the way. Now tell me, do you wish to remain on the streets?".

"No….".

"Okay. Now I'm going to sit here and we are going to eat. Once we are done I will drive you to the home.".

"How do I know you can trust you? Being a cop doesn't automatically make you pure."

The cop nods and reaches into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and pressed the power button.

"My name is Officer Henderson Bolt and that there is my husband Trent Bolt. Those three  boys are our foster children. We run a group home for boys.".

Eli leans over the table to get a look. Another man a bit shorter than Henderson stood next to him but he was equally muscular. Both of their skin glowed next to each other. Below were the three boys. One was scrawny with a crooked nose on his brown face but the big smile brought attention from it. To his right a more meatier boy was next to him. He was broad and thickly built and his face looked almost angry with no smile. However he held a pleased look in his deep brown eyes. The last boy was as broad as the other boy but almost as tall as Henderson. He bore a large smile on his pink plump lips. 

"Do you wish to visit?".

Rhys looks at Eli who was nodding. 
'I suppose he's a better judge of character than I.'.

"Sure.".