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Javi chuckled as he watched the way that Louis looked at him, continuing to work his fingers. But then the other gave his desires for what he wanted and Javi nodded. “Got it, mijo. I’ll get you a real nice bouquet tomorrow.” He had no idea what it was that Louis wanted from him. Sometimes it felt like they were just fucking around for fun, but other times Louis would say something or give a look that made Javi think the boy wanted something a bit more serious. Still, he’d worry about that more later on. Starting to fuck the other hard and fast, Javi gripped the other’s waist and held him in place. “Sounds so good when you whine for me like that.”

It was hard not to whine when held in place and fucked like a toy. Louis just wrapped himself around Javier, holding on as the man's bare cock explored his depths so wonderfully selfishly. Nails dug into Javier's muscle bound back, scratching down it as the Puerto Rican man moved like they were dancing. Louis let out a whined 'uhn' every time Javier hit deep. Toes curled, and with the massive, spear tip like cock head brushing against his prostate, Louis found himself close to a hands free orgasm. His cock was straining, twitching and leaking with the perfect mix of sweet and sour sex. "Kisss me," Louis moaned, slightly lisping his 'S's, and flushing in embarrassment at just how gay he sounded. He did want more from Javier, but Javi just didn't seem like the type of man that wanted to tie himself to one boy, no matter how needy he was to be bred and filled.

Javier smiled at the other and raised his eyebrows. “Never knew you were a romantic, mijo. You should be worried about falling for a man like me.” He grinned and leaned down, biting down on the other’s neck as he kissed along his skin. He continued to work his fingers in and out of the other at a steady pace, groaning happily as he did. He added a second finger, glad that the other’s hole was already mostly prepped for him. “Flowers… any kind? Or should I pick?” He smirked at the other and raised his eyebrows. He licked over his lips slowly and pulled his digits out of the other. Moving between the other’s legs, he once more pressed up inside of the other’s entrance, groaning easily as he began thrusting up inside of the other.

Louis tried not to make a face as he was called a romantic. Javier was the romantic, fingering him back open despite him already being inside of him once that night, but Louis bit his tongue, at least until the fingers brushed against the magic button inside of him. An almost yell escaped him, body quaking beneath the six foot plus, lean man. "Tulips," Louis decided as his head hung back, staring up at the ceiling, "yellow tulips." A gasp as the fingers were pulled out of his nearly virgin tight hole. "Maybe in a, oooh," he moaned as he was entered, wrapping around Javier, "bouquet. With what you liiikeahh." It was hard to think straight with the perfect cock inside of him, scattering him, making his brain go bright white every time Javi went deep.

Javi rolled his eyes at the other and looked over the other slowly. He bit down on the other’s neck and began marking them the other’s neck over. “I thought you might.” He slowly ran his hand along the other’s thighs, reaching up to grip firmly at his ass. “Got any requests for how I take you this time?” The moment they had gotten home Javi had been shoving Louis up against walls and fucking him without holding back. it only seemed fair that Louis got to pick the position this time. Of course even as he asked, Have pressed the other’s legs apart, moving his hand between the other legs and pressing his digits up inside of the other.

Louis didn't want to sound like some fragile thing, or like some pillow princess that just wanted to lay there. But the minute he had walked into the other man's apartment, he had been shoved up against walls, held up and bounced on his cock like a toy. Javier had carried him into the kitchen, fucked him on counters, and on the floor, even, everywhere but here in bed. "What if I said... I want it right here. I want you on top of me, like this. His ass pressed down into the hands that possessively gripped at him. "And I want you," he breathed, pressing his lean body up against Javier's, stealing a kiss, before speaking against his lips, "...to kiss me during. I want it slow. And deep." A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, "...and I want flowers tomorrow."

“Never met a boy as horny as you before.” He chuckled softly and smiled at the other. But as the other ground against him, Javi growled. “Trust me, mijo, I’m not worn out in the slightest. I just thought you might like to be able to walk tomorrow.” He licked over his lips and shifted so he was hunched over the younger man. He began kissing at his neck. “If you’re staying the night, you’re telling me it’s okay for me to mark you up all I want… Got it?” He looked down to meet the other’s gaze, knowing well enough that it was something that Louis probably wanted anyway. The boy seemed like someone who wanted to be claimed and owned.

Louis shrugged, a playful little smirk dancing over his features. "I'm twenty-one," he argued, of course he was horny in a constant sort of way. Javier shoved him onto his back, and called him 'mijo', and his heart did a flip. There was something so romantic about that, not to mention being hot and lusty. His face flushed as his neck was kissed, head lulling back to offer more pale, unmarked skin for the older man atop him. "I'm staying the night," Louis said firmly, agreeing to the conditions without sounding too much like a needy little bottom. His legs wrapped around the skinny-muscular man, keeping him bound closely. He hadn't hooked up with anyone since he had started hooking up with Javier, but that wasn't the type of information he would just volunteer, at least without being asked first.

Javi smiled at the other and raised his eyebrows. “I might be kind, but I could hurt just about anything or anyone I wanted.” He gave the other a smirk and licked over his lips, chuckling as the other kissed his hand. “I’m sure… I mean if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But I don’t have any issue with you spending the night. Maybe we can hook up in the morning before you leave too. That’d be pretty fun, right?” He chuckled as he raised his eyebrows at the other, laying back against the bed.

A flutter of arousal kicked him in the gut at Javier's admission. Maybe he was attracted to the thug-like appearance, and the gangster way in which the man spoke. There was more to him than some stiff at a flower shop, that was for sure. But Louis never pressed him to talk about his past and what lead him to San Francisco. He was more than satisfied to grab the bed, bite the pillow and let Javier take out his aggression on his young, supple ass. "Oooor, old man," Louis said, challenging Javi as he shifted, pressing his already creamy ass down against his tan cock, "if you've got it in you, I'm more than happy to take another load...." The words were sordid, but were matched with a smirk over Louis' face, showing off his pearly whites.

Raymond definitely trended more conservative than not in terms of the way he expressed his sexuality. Clean-cut, gentlemanly, discreet. Exactly what the son of immigrants and a political wannabe should be. But that didn’t mean he was totally squeaky clean and innocent. Just mostly.

“Trust me, I get it… I only really came out a few years ago. Still learning so much about the scene and where I fit into it. I feel like everybody would know how much of a square I am compared to them at Folsom. But you still seem like you fit in better with them than I would. You seem, I dunno, more uninhibited than me. Unless I’m totally off base and making assumptions…”

Raymond wasn’t surprised to hear that Louis was an artsy type. “Studying fashion… I can see that. You got a vibe,” says Raymond. “Wouldn’t know anything about it. Goes totally over my head.” This was true; Raymond basically dressed like Barack Obama Jr. Nondescript white shirts, khakis, sensible shoes… all of which he was wearing now. “Be honest, do you think I look basic? Any fashion tips?”

"I... didn't really have to come out," Louis admitted with a flourish of his hands, "it's like I speak and the whole Prada spring collection falls out." A small roll of his eyes as he was reminded of some hateful words in middle school. No matter the status, there was nothing as cruel as school children, especially in private schools.

"I prefer my kinky side to be explored one on one with a... more mature man," Louis admitted, wondering if he should tell Raymond he was only twenty one. A lot of guys saw his age as either an added bonus or a deal breaker, and he was afraid the politically minded man was looking for more of a Jackie O than a Marilyn Monroe.

Louis turned, stepping in front of Raymond and stopping him dead in the street. Playfully, he reached out, fingering his tie and cringing. "Really, all that matters, is an expensive tie. You need the type of tie that signifies that you are the most important man in the room," Louis spoke sweetie, eyeing the material. Some clingy part of him wanted to go shopping and present the man with a brand new Hermes tie in a powerful red to match his obvious want for power.

Blue eyes blinked up at the man’s dark eyes, and a small smile crept across his face as he released the tie. “No shade, though, sir.” 

Raymond was good enough at reading people that he could tell Louis wasn’t —how to put it politely— someone who worked with their hands. Probably a rich kid of some sort. Possibly one who had no reason to seek employment because of their family’s wealth. Usually that turned him off in a person, but Louis interested him, so to speak. Maybe Raymond wasn’t actually so above it all…

“That whole puppy play thing isn’t my scene. At least I don’t think it is,” says Raymond, suddenly imagine how true the claim was. (TBD.) “Thank you, but I just turned thirty and I don’t know much longer I’ll be able to keep this physique… I doubt you struggle much with yours,” he continues, trying his best (and failing) to not objectify this perfect stranger within moments of meeting them. Which Louis was making increasingly difficult.

He nods in agreement. “I think that’s why I’ve never gone before. Don’t know what kinds of public indecency you’re gonna run into there. Good to know we have that in common—“ says Raymond, abruptly cutting himself off as he realizes the implication he just made.

“You, uh, loved here in San Francisco long…?” World class pivot.

"No bow wow now?", Louis said, naturally clever, but maybe that was thanks to years of imported tutors and front roll seats at operas and Broadway shows. Louis had main veined culture and fashion since he had been in high designer onesies. Thirty seemed way too young for the twenty-one year old, usually he liked them even older than that, but as long as Raymond could handle being called Daddy in the heat of the moment, their post-dinner dessert would be interesting.

Apparently, Louis had finally met someone as image concerned as himself. "I just... prefer my indecency to be... in private," Louis confessed. He wasn't even out to his parents yet, but that was probably due to the fact that he couldn't remember the last time -- if ever -- he had actually had an honest conversation with them. His father, the Regan Republican, and his mother, the faux progressive belle of every charity ball probably assumed their often drunken son had taken it up the ass, but it was one of those things that they didn't talk about.

"I came here for school," Louis admitted. "I'm actually studying fashion at USF," he explained, knowing he'd probably earn a side eye, because who comes across the country to study fashion in California and doesn't go to FIDM? Obviously, him. But San Francisco had been calling his name for so long. It seemed like a place where he could be as loudly queer as he wanted, so he had settled here.

Raymond had to admit he found Louis’s boldness attractive. He was used to being the subject of infatuation from guys he met around town —duh— but usually they put the onus on him to make a first move. Louis didn’t outwardly seem like the type who would take charge based on his cute, innocent(ish) appearance, which made Ray wonder what else the blond was hiding underneath his youthful demeanor…

“Guess I’m gonna have to take your word for that,” Raymond smirks. He hands Louis his phone, already unlocked for him. “Nice to meet you, Louis. Don’t forget to put it in my phone and maybe your vision will come true tonight. Around 8 or 9ish? Unless you can foresee a sooner arrangement…”

They step outside the cafe and begin their walk. “I’ve never been to Folsom, actually… I feel like someone with political aspirations shouldn’t be seen at kinky events like that, unfortunately. Are you a regular or something?” he asks, unable to stop himself from imagining Louis’ tight little body in revealing leather now that he planted that image in his head. “But next time it’s on, maybe you should invite me to come with you… it would be a good opportunity for me to meet potential constituents, right?”

And to see Louis in a harness.

Louis took the man's phone, quickly typing in his information. Tapping the picture option, he posed in the front facing camera, sticking his tongue out and winking, looking more like Belle Delphine than an emoji, that is to say, totally shameless. Louis knew how short that life was, how fleeting it could be. The au pair that had raised him died suddenly one night when he was sixteen years old. She had swallowed her tongue in her sleep. Crazy shit like that happened all the time. That was why Louis always slept on his side.

This man had aspirations. Maybe he could tell by his Lululemon sportswear and five hundred dollar haircut that Louis came from money, and Raymond was just looking for a protentional donor, because his table wasn't the only one with an empty chair. Maybe Louis just didn't trust politicians as a staunch silver spooner.

Louis followed after, tossing his mostly empty drink out so he could hold his phone with his hand. "Oh, I've only heard stories, mostly horror stories," the blonde said with a low chuckle and a shake of his head. "We could always put you in one of those puppy play masks, and no one would know it was you... although that body seems... hard to mistake," he flirted shamelessly. "I prefer my sex to be... behind closed doors, and not... in the middle of the street for creeps to gawk at," he admitted, gym bag hanging off his shoulder as they padded down the sunny San Francisco street.

Javier smiled at the other and shrugged. He watched as the other crawled on top of him, smirking easily at the other. He gently rested his hands on the other’s waist, tugging Louis down against him. But then the other decided to ask him a question. “Well I certainly do enjoy your youth and beauty. But your personality is also what keeps me coming back to you.” He gave a small chuckle and tilted his head, fingers running through the other’s hair. “Why? Do you only like me because I’m tatted and look like a thug?” He wondered with a hum, unsure of what answer he expected or even wanted from the other.

Louis was always scared of catching feelings. That was what made him run after a fuck. It didn't help that Javier was great in the sack, and had the type of eyes that were way too easy to drown into. The pets to his hair made him happily hum, kissing at the man's tatted up chest softly as he was spoken to. "You're not a thug," Louis argued, "you couldn't hurt a fly. You're kind." His right hand found Javier's, squeezing it, pulling it closer to kiss at his palm softly. "You sure about me staying over?", he asked softly, knowing it would be a new experience for them, even after the numerous times that they had fucked. Louis was always careful not to pass out after getting a proper fucking.

“Im sure his mom had more to with that then i did but thank you.” He joked as he looked at the boy up and down. He had to admit that he did have a nice ass and if louis was who he took home he really wouldn’t mind it all that much. “Ever since you got enrolled in college kiddo” He teased with a smile as his hands moved lower resting on his ass for a moment. As soon as they found themselves in the middle of the crowd tim made sure he wasn’t going to be seen as a friends father.  His hands never left the boy’s hips as they moved together to the beat of the music. It didn’t take long for his cock to start growing in his pants. He paused and moved to whisper in his eat with a smile. “How about we get you a shot of tequila and you show me how much of a slut it makes you.” 

Louis was pretty sure that co-eds were just female students, but he thought better of correcting the older man. Plus, maybe in Tim's eyes, him being a bottom made him a girl. He didn't really care too much about semantics as long as his friend's father would put his fingers inside of him later. Skylar could not know about this. Louis was already easy to hate enough, his selfishness when he got drunk making him a bit of a pariah around campus.

Tim's hands were all over him, teasing his tight, young, round ass, and finding and gripping his hips to force him back on him. And the man was getting hard over it. Knees buckled slightly as he bent a little lower, nearly presenting on the dance floor. But Tim was pulling him off of it, and offering him another shot. A smile, and a nod, and Louis was barreling towards the bar. When Tim caught up, he was turning and facing the boulder of a man that stood by him. Hands pressed at chest, touching the hard body where he could without looking too thirsty. "Take me home with you," Louis hissed.

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Javier tilted his head as he watched Louis move around his bedroom with a raised eyebrow. “You know you don’t have to do that. Leave I mean.” They had been hooking up for the past week or two, basically since Javier had moved here. With a small smile he sat up. “I mean I like you. You’re cute enough. And I wouldn’t mind going another round later tonight or tomorrow morning so… if you wanna stay, I ain’t gonna stop you.” He shrugged, not really caring either way. This likely wouldn’t stop them from hooking up in the future and since it was always at Javi’s place, he figured it was nice to offer the other a bed. Especially since he didn’t go easy on the blonde boy.

Louis was just in his Gucci briefs when Javier, still in bed, looking like an angel, buried beneath the covers, spoke. "Ooh?", Louis muttered, assuming this was just a sex thing and staying would suggest that it was more than just hips smacking ass. His ass was still full of Javier's cum, and it took meticulous practice to keep himself clenched tight and the load within him. "Well, okay, handsome," the younger male decided, crawling back into bed and into the crook of Javier's arm, so he could smell him and feel his warmth, "I will stay." Lips pressed against shoulder, and his fingers toyed softly along the inked skin of his neck. It was weird for a florist to have a neck tattoo, but this was the west coast, so the blonde tried not to think too much of it. "Javi," he said, lips pressing along his jawline, "you don't just like me because I'm young and blonde, right?"

Even someone as image savvy as Raymond hadn’t put that much thought into his outfit when getting dressed that morning. Goddamn. He was happy to hear that his sense of style reflected his virtues, but jeez. Learning more about himself than he planned to before engaging in this exchange.

“Well if you ever rethink becoming a professional soothsayer, you might have a future in politics. Or least public relations.” Ray’s natural impulse would have been to offer the stranger his card in the name of business, but after getting read for such filth by the blond just moments ago… maybe it would have been better to experience the moment organically. Not everything needs to be a networking opportunity, Raymond…

But getting out of the cramped cafe didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “I actually should be getting back to the office right about now,” he says, checking his watch. “Wouldn’t mind some company on the way,” he says, returning the other one his signature megawatt grins. “But I do like knowing the names of cute guys before going on long walks with them, and I assume you’ve got one…?” Raymond wasn’t usually this forward but the interest was clearly mutual. No harm, no fowl, right?

A simple shrug from the blonde boy. Soothsayer. That was an interesting choice of words. "Oh, but I am... I foresee you taking me out to dinner tonight," Louis shamelessly flirted, lips pursing slightly in sheer shameless flirt. Louis only spent so much time thinking about clothes because he was always so interested in what was under them. He, like most twenty-one year olds, was sex obsessed, or moreso touch starved. And Raymond's hands looked large, like they could cover a good area of his boyish hips and slender waist.

"Public relations, huh?", Louis asked, a slight tease in his tone. "The Folsom Street Fair isn't even until summer," he breathed, wondering what Raymond would look like in a harness, and if he'd put him on a leash. Louis just wanted to submit to him, to feel the hot coffee down his spine, and a boot on his neck. The blonde boy was almost giddy -- from the workout, from the tea, from the fantasy.

"I'm Louis," Louis said again, "maybe you didn't hear me before." It was loud in there, he hoped that the man could hear his tone, how it cut a slight edge of attraction, of want. He wasn't the only cute one here. Louis rose, gym bag on his shoulder, cup of bubble tea in his other hand.

Raymond never felt more insecure about his body than when he first moved to San Francisco — not that his physique was anything to scoff at. But he was decidedly less toned and trimmed then than he was now. Gotta keep up with the Joneses, or whatever that old phrase was. He couldn’t say that his defined abs on Grindr hurt his prospects, at least…

The point was that this guy seemed to be in very good shape and had no qualms showing it off. Raymond found that admirable. (Among other things…)

“Whoa, that’s—” Raymond chuckles. “You’re exactly right. Secretary to the mayor. How did you know…?” he asks, genuinely impressed at the other for guessing. “Am I really that much of an open book? Or are you just an oracle or something?”

"Well, you're obviously white collar," the boy mused, sucking his tongue into one cheek, and considering how to explain it to him without giving away who his family was. "I think it's the whole vest combo, actually," Louis confessed, "it screams... eager public servant. That and the power blocking tie. You're obviously a man who craves order, and nothing is more orderly and bureaucratic than politics."

"I'm actually a student, and not an oracle," Louis confessed, "but... one day." A quick quirk of his head, and Louis was trying not to smile. It was hard not to smile at a man so handsome, though. "Maybe... I could walk you back to work?", Louis offered, hoping he didn't sound too desperate. They were in The Castro, it was easy enough to assume that the man was queer and most likely single enough given the lack of a ring on his finger.

He could tell by the extra shot that was sat down next his beer that was doing the bartender a favor by taking louis off his hands. He had never really thought about taking any of his son’s friends to bed but by the way he was being pushed up against by the end of the night it was something he was going to need an answer for. “Well at least i don’t have to worry about him passing out drunk, unless that was you saying his has a things for frat boys.” He made the joked a he raised as the shot he was given and took it no problem before chasing it with a beer.  “It has that effect on a lot of coeds so im not shocked.” He spoke as he kept his hand on the other’s back sensing the glares from the people that had been trying to get his attention all night. “How about we go dance off some of that alcohol.” He spoke as he started to move to the dance floor. “Ill promise you another shot so you don’t lose any of that slutty edge when we are done.” He did feel some guilt due to the boy’s edge but with the slight buzz he now had it was on of the last things on his mind. 

Lips pulled into a smirk at the overprotective father routine. Maybe this was his way of keeping Louis' interest off of his son, by seducing him. Whatever it was, the hand on his lower back wasn't leaving him, holding him snuggly as Louis embraced him. "That's me saying he's a good boy, and that you... raised him right," Louis admitted. And out of the two of them, Skylar was. Louis was the wild one, always getting into trouble and having to answer for himself. The large hand felt so right on his lower back and it was snug there, refusing to leave there, like it was dying to pressed down, and trace his pale, hairless globes.

"Now I'm a co-ed?", Louis teased, watching as the older man threw back a shot. He enjoyed a man that could handle his drink, and Tim had sixteen years of drinking on him, so he would no doubt be able to drink his skinny self under the table. "You want to dance with me?", Louis shouted over the slamming bass that filled the club. "Fuckin' A, let's dance!", he agreed, grabbing at hands and urging the large man out into the center of the dancefloor. He turned, grinding back against him like it was the most natural thing. Louis wasn't going to be freaked out just because Tim was Sky's dad.

Raymond often found himself surprised by how many new faces he came across on a daily basis even these spaces he frequented on a daily basis. Maybe it was arrogance to think he’d seen everything in this neighborhood after two years of living there… but seeing the blond’s cute face, maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Thanks,” Raymond smiles at the other as he takes a set opposite him. “For letting me sit here, I mean, but also the other part. You’re too sweet… I’m Raymond,” he says, formally introducing himself. His new acquaintance definitely seemed to be the fit type, possibly someone who just finished doing some sort of workout. Yoga, maybe? Raymond sucked at yoga. Anyway…

“There something around on around here? This place is never so packed midday…”

Louis wasn't used to being called sweet. He had a saccharine smile, but usually saved his honey for catching flies. Indulging the other man and taking the compliment, Louis smiled, shirt clinging to his fit, lithe form as he tried not to drown in the brown eyes. "My personal Aerobics savior packed in a very rare pop-up Sunday spot. Obviously it's a coveted class, but hey, I have to keep it tight in case Prince Charming sits down across from me in a coffee shop."

Bright blue eyes gave perfect eye contact, but not enough. "You look like you're... mid workday, though. I'm guessing... business... no, he eyed the outfit and the watch. Public service. Politics! Obviously not adhering to the five day work week at your office, huh, Mister Overachiever?" Swigging at his drink, Louis tried his best to sound interested. He could always piece together someone's life by looking at their outfits. It was a gift.

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Timothy didn’t exactly go about things the best way in life especially when he was younger. Having his first son before he even graduated highschool made life a little harder for him. He joined the army to jump start his career and help with college was the only smart thing the man did at 18. Been his son and the wife he thought he loved Tim wasn’t really a free man to explore what he truly wanted until he was 28. Hell he didn’t even come out as gay till he was 30. So now at 35 with his son out of the house and his career in a good place he was chasing some of what he lost in his youth.  That’s why despite his age he still came out to clubs and partied while most people his age settled down and started a family.  That’s how he found himself walking up to a bar for another beer as he spotted one his son’s friends from college. Now he wasn’t very found of louis but the kid was cute. He placed a hand on the youngers back as he handed his beer to the bartender he was friends with. “Get me another and add whatever this one is ordering on my tab for the rest of the night.” Once the bartender walked away Tim laughed a little. “I better not see Skylar running around here with a fake id or im gonna make you pay for your drinks.” 

Louis was leaned over the bar slightly, flirting with the bartender as he tended to do. The man kept telling him that he was too young for him, but he disagreed. Louis had a type, and that was older men. Shot down again with a consolidation shot of tequila, Louis sighed, leaning over the cold shot glass, before slamming it back. Then came salt, then came lime. The twenty one year old's face puckered up, before he tensed up, feeling a hand on his lower back. No one knew him here, that was why he was here, drinking away his troubles around strangers.

A slight turn, and Louis was beaming. "Mr. Williams!", he cooed. "Oh, I... don't think this is Sky's scene," Louis chuckled, turning so that his small body pressed up against the man's slightly in some sort of sordid little embrace. "I didn't think it was yours, either, sir," he admitted, obviously drunker than the man. But he'd been here since happy hour. A bite to his plush, pink lips, and the blonde was being presented with another shot of tequila. "Tequila makes me really slutty," he admitted, batting blue eyes up at his friend's father like it wasn't a cliche.

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Raymond loved his job with the Mayor. He did. But sometimes he needed a break from the hustle and bustle of working at City Hall, you know? That’s why he saved his coffee for the day in the afternoon rather than first thing in the morning. (Working out so early in the day “woke” him up better than caffeine, because Raymond was that kind of person.) Plus, it meant he didn’t get the coffee crash until later at night, which helped him keep a regular sleep cycle. Win-win all around.

But something must have happened because the coffee shop was never this crowded at this time of day. Literally not a seat in the house — except one that missed his eye until a moment ago. He approaches the table and addresses the person sitting opposite the vacant chair.

“Hey, you saving this seat for anybody? Hate to be a bother and ask, this place isn’t usually so crowded at this time…” says Raymond, getting a better look at the stranger as their eyes made contact, revealing how attractive they were. Goddamnit. Why was everybody in this town so nice to look at? Himself included.

A pop up aerobics class had drawn Louis downtown later than he normally would. Sam never did Sunday classes, and Louis had to get the work in to burn off a week's worth of his new addiction: bubble tea. There were so many flavors to explore, and like vaping, they were dangerously addictive.

He had earned this peach berry tea, sucking a bubble out of the thick straw and letting it burst between his teeth. Pressing his hand through slightly wet hair, he sighed. It had been a hell of a workout and his body was aching. He ignored it though as the gorgeous man joined him at the table. It must have been his lucky day: aerobics, bubble tea, and someone gorgeous to stare at as he consumed it.

"No, no, you look like a Disney prince, please join me," Louis gushed, white teeth on display as he smiled at the stranger. "I'm Louis. Nice to have a drink with you," he said.