Axel had debated the concept of 'gaydar' many times with the boys who lived around his area, insisting that to a degree, it had to exist. It just had to. And it was a very useful too, usually kept him from getting his ass kicked because he hit on the wrong guy. It took one look at the other boy just one look, and he knew that he was gay. No one straight stared at him like that, eyes wide and appreciative and the way he lost his words. Adorable.
He supposed that all gave the vibe of gay but what really sealed it? No one straight checked out his ass that much. Hey, he wasn't complaining. Rich boy was cute, well dressed and his ass was pretty fine too. Looked nice walking away.
Axel hadn't joined this whole waiter brigade to do his job properly so discarding his tray and venture out of the party zone didn't even bother him. He'd only gotten that fake ID, pretended to be eighteen and gotten himself a job here just so he could case the joint for a couple of guys who were looking to rob this place and steal some wallets while he was at it.
He moved upstairs, checking out the rooms the best he could, trying not to upset anything or make it obvious he'd been snoping. He took some pictures on his phone of the art, the decorations, the varying rooms and what the locks looked like. He paused outside of one when he heard movement and froze, nearly dropping his phone. Was this someone he should very much be concerned over or... well, was it the pretty boy who seemed very interested? Only one way to find out.
Axel knocked the door playfully three times and decided if he was wrong, the worst he'd get was told off for being in the wrong place and if he was right, he might get to make out with a handsome rich kid. An easy win. "Hello?"
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He supposed that all gave the vibe of gay but what really sealed it? No one straight checked out his ass that much. Hey, he wasn't complaining. Rich boy was cute, well dressed and his ass was pretty fine too. Looked nice walking away.
Axel hadn't joined this whole waiter brigade to do his job properly so discarding his tray and venture out of the party zone didn't even bother him. He'd only gotten that fake ID, pretended to be eighteen and gotten himself a job here just so he could case the joint for a couple of guys who were looking to rob this place and steal some wallets while he was at it.
He moved upstairs, checking out the rooms the best he could, trying not to upset anything or make it obvious he'd been snoping. He took some pictures on his phone of the art, the decorations, the varying rooms and what the locks looked like. He paused outside of one when he heard movement and froze, nearly dropping his phone. Was this someone he should very much be concerned over or... well, was it the pretty boy who seemed very interested? Only one way to find out.
Axel knocked the door playfully three times and decided if he was wrong, the worst he'd get was told off for being in the wrong place and if he was right, he might get to make out with a handsome rich kid. An easy win. "Hello?"