a hippity hop.

Andrew smiled at the other, shrugging. “I honestly have no idea. Take me someplace new. Show me something amazing. I just want to not be as bored as I am.” He tilted his head slightly. “Why? Have any ideas yet, darling? What do you normally do to have a good time?” Andrew knew that this was an odd proposition, but he was trying to have fun.

“Someplace new, huh?” He questioned, genuinely thinking about a few places before just humming to himself. “Normally? Well, normally if a handsome man is offering to buy my things in exchange for entertainment, then I’d take him back to my place. Bet you’ve never been there before.” The teen smirked, sipping at the alcoholic beverage that was in front of him, “Plus, get a few more drinks in me and you’ll see some pretty amazing things.”

Andrew was bored. His life had began stagnating and he needed to do something interesting. Moving from his seat, Andrew sat next to a stranger and crossed his arms. “How about I pay for your meal and whatever else you want to purchase today. And in return you find some way to entertain me. He tilted his head, smiling as he hoped the other would take his deal.

Declan had a pretty long night, mostly due to the fact that he had completely bombed an important test in class. So here he sat, sitting at the bar of some lousy restaurant ready to devour an unhealthy meal and use his fake ID to down a few drinks. Hearing the man speak, Declan turned his head, raising an eyebrow a bit, “Entertainment like how?” He mused, the idea of free food and drinks outweighing the possibility of sleeping with this man because he would if the things were really going to be free.

Denny was at the local coffee shop, reading the paper and having a cup off coffee with an English muffin to eat. His eyes scanned through the paper, reading today’s daily news and what not when he heard a voice come from behind the paper and he glanced over. “Oh yeah, of course, thank you. Oh wait- could I actually grab another coffee, mine’s nearly done.” he said as he reached down for the coffee cup and handed it to the cute boy. 

‘Who’s child was this’, was the first thing that popped into Cypress’ mind which was probably unfair. While the boy didn’t seemed that far removed from being some sort of asshole highschooler, he probably wasn’t and Cypress was only salty because it was his shop’s trash can that got kicked over. “Alright.” He sighed, sitting his recyclables bin down and folding his arms across his chest. “That’s like, the fifth worst lie I’ve ever heard, but I’ll forget everything if you help me clean this up.”

     Declan felt bad about kicking the trashcan as soon as it happened, so when the man spoke up, the boy immediately began to help him clean it up. “I’m sorry,” he eventually muttered, “I got off work late, and then came out to see that my bike had been stolen.” Declan wouldn’t have been too worked up had his day gone by smoothly, “And now I won’t be able to make it to class on time, so I’m just not gonna go.” The kid shrugged his shoulders, picking up the rest of the trash, moving the can back to its original spot.

Kellen was walking by a few moments before the trashcan was kicked. He was actually on his way to toss his coffee cup. His attention was on the trashcan when suddenly the object was kicked in his direction and all of the contents came flying out. Luckily nothing spilled on him. That was the second time this week he’d seen someone do something like that. Since the trashcan was at his feet, Kellen lifted it back to his normal position. 

“You don’t remembering kicking it?” He asked curiously, but not judgmentally. He’d clearly seen that it was the other’s foot that knocked it over, but he didn’t know the circumstances. He began picking up some of the trash on the ground. “Because that happens to me too. Not with kicking, or trashcans…But with other stuff.” 

     Declan let out another huff of air, shrugging his shoulders slightly when the other asked him the question. “What? No. I remember. Just didn’t want to take the blame for it..” Declan reached down and picked up a few things that came flying out of it, feeling guilty that he’d litter like that. “Sorry for kind of kicking that at you, by the way,” he mentioned, looking up at the other and finally taking in his image, “Names Declan,” he admitted, offering his hand out for the other to take.

     “Thank you for taking me,” he said immediately, it being hard to find any stylist to do dreads. They were specific, and only really talented people could mess with them. Plus, Declan was a male, and it was always harder to do male hair. He followed the man back, slipping into the chair when told to sit down.

    Wally smiled at the other and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m just not a big of them” He gave a soft laugh and smiled at the other, moving closer towards Declan his thigh pressing between the other’s legs. “You should for sure get on your knees right now. That would be extremely sexy.”

     Declan didn’t normally play games, so when he wanted something, he went for it. Letting Wally know what he wanted to do wasn’t hard for him, and thankfully the other was completely down for it. Dropping down to his knees, the boy reached up, hands moving to unbutton and unzip the other’s jeans. “Gotta make sure you’re quiet though, yeah?”

     Declan had always been into different hairstyles, wanting to keep up with his original look every chance he got, so it was no surprise that he immediately scheduled a hair appointment when his paycheck hit. He’d been into his abstract look lately, but his dreads just needed to be touched up and refreshed. He’d heard about the hairstylist, so he figured he’d give him a try.

     “Uhh, hi there. I’m here to see Eric Lawrence? Have an appointment at three.” Nodding his head, he smiled, knowing damn well that he was pretty early. Declan didn’t want to have the man waiting, so showing up early was something he’d naturally do.

     Wally smiled at the other and shrugged. “I only hate pigeons and happy people. Everything else is cool in my book.” He smirked, chuckling at his own joke. He looked around the alley before looking back at Declan. “See what’s weird is you make it sound like I have to choose. I could easily do it in both places tonight. Maybe even some more if we think of them.”

     Declan raised an eyebrow at the other’s comment, “Pigeons?” He questioned, “Those are pretty common around here, dude.” Rubbing his hands together, he shrugged a bit, “Never said you had to choose. Just wanted to know if I needed to get on my knees now or later.” A devious smirk passed over his lips, giving Wally a playful wink.

     Wally didn’t know why he didn’t just invite Declan over to his place to pick up. Not that it mattered. Soon enough Wally wouldn’t have to do this  anymore. Soon enough he’d be preforming with a band and making enough money to no longer need this kind of desperation. Seeing the other, Wally walked over to him with a small smirk on his lips. 

“Now why would I do that? You know I love seeing your pretty face.” He winked at the other, his body more relaxed than normal, mostly due to the fact that he was already tipsy. “So you want just the weed? Or we gonna fuck this time as well?” Wally, without missing a step, moved closer to Declan and placing his hand on the other’s waist.

     Declan didn’t mind their meeting point, mostly because it was secluded and wouldn’t give their identities up if someone was to pass by the alleyway. Grinning, the boy just shrugged, looking up at Wally. “Ya never know,” he mused, “One day you could love seeing my face, and they next you could hate it.” Declan winked at him, happily letting the older boy move closer to him. “Depends,” he whispered, licking over his lips a bit, “You gonna take me back to your place, or are we gonna do it right here?” Declan raised an eyebrow, almost as if to taunt the other.