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Caleb laughs, throwing away the remnants of his hotdog, which included a bit of the bun, but, well, he wasn’t going to eat that anyway. Licking his fingers as the other speaks, he smirks, stepping into the other man as he’s pulled, “Well, we’ll have to see about that,” he admonishes, before raising both brows, “Oh shit?” he laughs, “I’m pretty sure I could take it, but you better not be lying. Should tell you, like, right here, I am trans so I am no inches. Actually, it might be close to an inch. But, uh, you know,” he shrugs a shoulder, “If you’re not down with that, that’s cool, just, you know, I’ll leave you alone.”

SJ felt himself becoming excited at the boy’s words, “We’ll definitely have to see about that Caleb, in fact, my apartment is just over there,” he said, pointing to a building in the distance. “I’m not lying babe, you’ll see.” At his next words, Seb paused softly, slightly in shock before continuing on. “Don’t be an idiot. I think that’s so hot. So, so hot.” The dark-skinned boy smirked, “does that mean I’ll get to eat your pussy?”

Caleb cackles loudly, shaking his head, “Wow, first of all, I might be short, but, I’m moderately muscular. I could take a mother fucker,” he says, flexing his bicep as he laughs, “And, honey, I’m so sure I could handle being fucked by you,” he says, stepping into the other, “Though, whether you could handle me is a different question.”

Finishing his nachos, SJ quickly sprinted to a bin, throwing his food away. He laughed at the boy’s cackle, shaking his head in disagreement. “I think I could beat you hands down, pretty boy.” He kept a firm hold around the boy’s waist, pulling him into his strong chest as they walked. “Babe... I’m not trying to toot my horn but ten and a quiarter inches doesn’t lie...” SJ grinned.

Caleb raises a brow and smirks at the offer, “Sure, dude,” he shrugs a shoulder, gaze following where the other man had pointed, “You need a big strong man to walk you home?” he asks with a grin, “Or are you just tryin’ to fuck?”

Sebastian-James smiled at the boy agreed and he kept walking, side-by-side with Caleb. A snicker left his mouth at the boy’s words, reaching to grip the boy by his waist, pulling him into his side. “I do need a strong man to walk be home- let me know if you see anyone.” SJ pinched Caleb’s waist gently and smirked, “you couldn’t handle my fucking.”

Caleb giggles brightly, his arms wrapped around his middle as he steps back, “Oh, baby, read my fucking mind. All I need in life, honestly,” he shrugs a shoulder, “Speak loudly and suck a big dick, that’s what I always say,” he smirks as he turns towards the other, extending a hand, “Caleb, nice to meet you,” he laughs.

SJ generally stayed away from conversing with strangers at this time of night, but the brunette seemed genuinely sweet, and a good guy. “That’s a good philosophy!” He smirked, grinning at the boy. “I’m heading this way, he pointed, after shaking his hand, “do you wanna come for a walk?” His apartment wasn’t too far away and the walk was scenic.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s reaction. “Damn, that’s how I’m trying to be right now.” Tyson turned to the vendor and politely asked for the same thing as the other. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of nachos. That’s brilliant.”

“You must have other things on your mind,” he grinned, having another mouthful of his nachos, “I’m SJ,” the boy offered. It was dark and the other boy’s face was only visible due to the nearby lamp-posts and buildings. “I am brilliant,” he smirked.

Caleb takes a bite of his hotdog and hums, “To be honest, I’ve always been a big fan of hotdogs, but nothing wrong with some nachos,” he says with a smirk, “Honestly, whatever fucks me up, I wanna put in my body. Needless to say, I haven’t found a boyfriend,” he says, laughing brightly to himself at the final statement. Shaking his head, he steps back, “Sorry, I can’t help myself most of the time.”

A soft moan escaped Sebastian’s lips as he swallowed a nacho, his eyes rolling back in his head. Agreeing with the other boy, he nodded, “me too.” SJ was known by his friends as the boy who was willing to do anything. “Boyfriends are shit, just find a fuck buddy with a big dick and you’ll be set.” He smirked, moving closer to the brunette. “I’m SJ- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Tyson wobbled out of xs. His shift had ended a few hours ago but he decided to stay for one drink with his co-workers. One drink turned into two and two turned into way too many. At this point of the night, Tyson was starving. He needed to find something quick on his way home since he hadn’t had time to go food shopping and there was not a single grocery in the house. He walked for a few minutes before finding himself on a line, debating what he would get. That’s when he heard the magic word nachos. “Ah fuck, that sounds good. Thanks for the recommendation. I totally owe you my life right now.”

SJ ordered his nachos and moved to the side, waiting patiently for the vendor to compose his meal and hand it out of the cart. He turned at the voice of a male behind him, smiling softly, “this is my go to. It’s awesome nachos.” Looking at the man, he could tell he had been drinking but didn’t take much notice, it was Las Vegas, what’s new? He spoke a soft, “thank you”, to the vendor who offered him his food. Moving some into his mouth, a soft moan slipped from his mouth. “It’s so fucking good.”

Why was Caleb awake at this hour? It was probably a combination of Redbull and an overwhelming desire to do something. It wasn’t as if he had any ideas of what to do, but, well, he had a camera on hand, and a willingness to do some dumb shit. So, he stopped at a street vendor and grabbed a hotdog, before noticing a cute guy nearby,·“You look cozy,” he says, smirking as he turns towards the other,·“I am jealous, though, I should’ve gotten nachos. Fuck me up, nachos are love, nachos are life.”

SJ ordered his nachos, oblivious to the boy next to him, as he stood in silence, attempting to enjoy his first moments of peace for the night. At the sound of the stranger, Sebastian placed his hand in his pocket, gripping his travel size can of mace. He always had it on him because Las Vegas in the early hours of the morning, wasn’t always safe. When he heard the rest of the other’s sentence, he released his grip on the can, sensing a tone of calm.·“Yes, I’m very cozy.” He offered out to the boy with a mild shrug, turning his body to face him fully.·“Nachos are good. Hopefully they don’t take too long.” A smile drifted onto his face; the other boy was cute.