—————— he jumps back at the sudden splash of cherry-laced cola against his forearm. his frown is slight,SUBTLE, not really caring if the stranger didn’t like it, as much as he hated being spitted on. but he continues to drink, so what else can be done? ❛ UH, NO. ❜ he says quickly, knees drawn up to his chest. far from virginal, but not quite trusting his cock in the mouth of someone like this. ❛ is that how you, uh, repay FAVORS? ❜
❛NO?! ❜ what a shock! new. rejection : DESPISES it. makes his insides tighten, crawl, burn.
❛ ya sure? ❜ tone drops, not exactly a threat but it isn’t wise to resist. isn’t … possible. he’s confused. this is what he gets for trying to be nice?❛ yeah? how else ya expectin’ some’in? ❜ tucker is on hands and knees in a flash, inching closer to the male that draws away. c’mon, give in. he’d love to get in his pants.
—————— constantly SHAKY hands attempt to still, setting out the glasses onto the grass. cherries are popped in two at a time, half-crushed and left at the bottom of the glass. ❛ here, now you gotta pour a little, then mix it around, then pour the rest. ❜ he explains, casting a cautious glance up to meet the stranger’s expression. ❛ try it. ❜
Fingers dig into grass, twisting, eyes squinting under the sun as he observes. The boy inhales, handing his head, HATING the sudden heat. He turns his head, pressing cheek against bicep and reaching out to take it. ❛ Blegh! ❜ Spits it out over himself, over the ground. It doesn’t taste right, still continues to drink it, though. ❛ S’ppose y’wanna get … sucked off now, yeah? I’m down. ❜ He’s not completely unmannerly, knows he has to thank people for some things.
—————— he nods, leaving for the briefest of moments, back into his home. when he returns, it’s with two glasses, a box of cherries and some cola. sitting down with his legs crossed, he splayed out the materials. ❛ ‘m not a bartender or nothin, so don’t judge my TECHNIQUE. ❜
He’ll just chew on his shirt until the other comes back, eyes lingering on the alert dog. He’s not afraid, thinks it’s cute.
❛ What? Yeah, yeah okay, whatever.
❜
The bottom line is free cherry soda! He too sits, elbows draping over knees in a silence of impatience and intrigue.
—————— ❛ i’ve got cherries && soda, you can mix them . ❜ he suggests, looking up with a frown, rolling up the sleeves on his flannel. he frowns, tilting his head to the side. ❛ but only if you stop scaling our fence, you’re SCARING the dog. ❜
—————— YOU CAN DO THAT?! Sounds absolutely revolutionary to him, gullible, stupid thing, only a tad skeptical. ❛Fine.❜ Spits it, hops down, barks back at the dog while he untangles a molested boot from bramble.❛Gimme. ❜
