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Another party that he had little interest in. Not exactly his age bracket, definitely not conversations he enjoyed and always small talk. Hartley hated few things more than he hated having to stand around in suit and tie and having to waste his time making polite conversation with rich old guys. There were questions about school, sometimes they asked whether he had a girlfriend and they usually told him how much he'd grown and that was about it.
He'd already discovered that he could eat literally none of the canapes going around, probably part of his fathers passive aggressive 'only sissies are vegetarians' campaign. Seemed like something he'd do. Ultimately he just got orange juice from one of the waiters and that might have been it, if he hadn't taken too close a look at that waiter. Because he looked young. Young and hot. Very, very hot.
Hartley couldn't bring himself not to glance at him every few moments now. He'd never noticed how nice the uniforms were before. That guy even made a bow tie look good, not to mention the pants. Hartley's mouth was dry and he swallowed, gulping down his juice and setting the glass down. All right, he needed to get out of here before he became even more obvious.
Turning around he made his way out of the room and then up the stairs, headed for his own room. It felt safer here, much easier to dwell a little on fantasies of cute waiters, with the sound of the party almost drowned out. He leaned his forehead against one of hid bedposts and closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath. Something in the air tonight. Something very gay.
Hartley's room was lined with book cases, with even more books on his desk. But most of the desk was occupied with tools and his most recent projects, sketches and constructions. There was a chess board, game in progress, on the end table next to a chair, but that was the only even vaguely playful thing in the room. Hartley's flute was on his night stand, on top of a couple more books. His parents had never approved of distractions.
But honestly, if they didn't approve of distractions they shouldn't hire waiters who looked this good in those pants. Hartley bit his lip as he thought back on it again, all too aware of his hand already being between his legs. He had to get a hold of himself and, no, not in the literal sense. His parents would notice his absence soon.
He'd already discovered that he could eat literally none of the canapes going around, probably part of his fathers passive aggressive 'only sissies are vegetarians' campaign. Seemed like something he'd do. Ultimately he just got orange juice from one of the waiters and that might have been it, if he hadn't taken too close a look at that waiter. Because he looked young. Young and hot. Very, very hot.
Hartley couldn't bring himself not to glance at him every few moments now. He'd never noticed how nice the uniforms were before. That guy even made a bow tie look good, not to mention the pants. Hartley's mouth was dry and he swallowed, gulping down his juice and setting the glass down. All right, he needed to get out of here before he became even more obvious.
Turning around he made his way out of the room and then up the stairs, headed for his own room. It felt safer here, much easier to dwell a little on fantasies of cute waiters, with the sound of the party almost drowned out. He leaned his forehead against one of hid bedposts and closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath. Something in the air tonight. Something very gay.
Hartley's room was lined with book cases, with even more books on his desk. But most of the desk was occupied with tools and his most recent projects, sketches and constructions. There was a chess board, game in progress, on the end table next to a chair, but that was the only even vaguely playful thing in the room. Hartley's flute was on his night stand, on top of a couple more books. His parents had never approved of distractions.
But honestly, if they didn't approve of distractions they shouldn't hire waiters who looked this good in those pants. Hartley bit his lip as he thought back on it again, all too aware of his hand already being between his legs. He had to get a hold of himself and, no, not in the literal sense. His parents would notice his absence soon.
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?"
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?"
What? Hartley turned around with an alarmed expression, turning even more alarmed when he saw who it was. Why was this guy here? He certainly wasn't supposed to. "You're not supposed to be up here. Better get back down, if my father sees you here he's going to call the police." Trust wasn't something his father specialised in, that much was for sure.
Hartley held on to the bedpost as if that could somehow lend him strength or maybe straightness. "Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but it's off-limits for..." Okay, how could he say that without sounding classist? Damn language limitation. "You know. Anyone not family."
Hartley held on to the bedpost as if that could somehow lend him strength or maybe straightness. "Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but it's off-limits for..." Okay, how could he say that without sounding classist? Damn language limitation. "You know. Anyone not family."
"Your dad already threatened to call the cops on me because I held a silver spoon for too long. I like to live dangerously, what can I say?" And, because he was feeling cocky, he pulled the spoon from his pocket and held it up mockingly but of course he had to take it, the asshole was trying his last nerve. "I was going to give it back but I felt rebellious." He was never going go give it back. He idly tossed the spoon onto the desk nearby and then took in Hartley's room. Talk about swanky, it was so big and there was so much stuff. He'd never had a bedroom like this in his life and woah, all those awards and trophies. Impressive.
"I'll go back down, don't freak." Axel shoved his hands back into his pockets, which had plenty of stolen cash, trinkets and car keys, and smiled playfully at Hartley. "Nice bedroom." Felt only right to comment on it, gesturing in the direction of the awards. "Brains and beauty. You're going to pull a hell of a girl some day." Heh. "Or guy."
"I'll go back down, don't freak." Axel shoved his hands back into his pockets, which had plenty of stolen cash, trinkets and car keys, and smiled playfully at Hartley. "Nice bedroom." Felt only right to comment on it, gesturing in the direction of the awards. "Brains and beauty. You're going to pull a hell of a girl some day." Heh. "Or guy."
"Right." Hartley had to smile at that, rolling his eyes. No, he didn't care about someone stealing a silver spoon. He was all for that, not as if they needed more of those. He looked at the spoon as it landed on his desk, because it was easier to focus on than gorgeous guy. His cheeks were burning now when Axel complimented his room and he realised that he was actually looking around. Yeah, he was a nerd. he knew that, no reason to tell him.
Instead there was a beauty comment. And, worse, pulling a hell of a guy? Great. Hartley cleared his throat and knew he was blushing like crazy. "I've no interest in pulling anyone. I just like science."
I just like science. Damn, he wanted to punch himself for that.
Instead there was a beauty comment. And, worse, pulling a hell of a guy? Great. Hartley cleared his throat and knew he was blushing like crazy. "I've no interest in pulling anyone. I just like science."
I just like science. Damn, he wanted to punch himself for that.
"You like science?" Oh God, this guy was adorable. Axel couldn't help but laugh but it wasn't a cruel laugh, there was even a smile after it. "I'm not the best at science but I do like that experiment you can do when you put mentos in coke and they blow up." Yes, that was the degree of his science skills. Making things explode.
Axel moved into the room a little and inspected some of the awards since he hadn't been kicked out yet, looking them over only by one before turning to Hartley with a playful look. Was he blushing? That was so fun. "If you ever do want to pull, you'll have no problem. Trust me, handsome."
And with that, he stood a step closer to the other boy.
Axel moved into the room a little and inspected some of the awards since he hadn't been kicked out yet, looking them over only by one before turning to Hartley with a playful look. Was he blushing? That was so fun. "If you ever do want to pull, you'll have no problem. Trust me, handsome."
And with that, he stood a step closer to the other boy.
"...thanks. I've no interest, but thanks." Did he ever have interest. Hartley couldn't take his eyes off Axel, so he finally just decided to stop acting as if he'd never talked to someone before and just smile at him. He could pretend that this was just another guy from his school. Not that any of the guys in his school, looked like that. Or moved like that. Luckily.
"I like to excel at everything I do. So far, I have." So he couldn't get rid of the blush, but at least he could act as if he had confidence. "...I don't usually have people in my room. It's not very interesting."
"I like to excel at everything I do. So far, I have." So he couldn't get rid of the blush, but at least he could act as if he had confidence. "...I don't usually have people in my room. It's not very interesting."
"I don't know, it's pretty interesting. I've never had a bedroom. Not like this anyway." He went from community living to the streets to sometimes crashing on a mattress in someone else's place but no, never a bedroom and never full of things he owned. By nature, Axel didn't own much and everything he owned could always fit into a backpack.
"So you've got no interest in anyone?" Axel tilted his head to the side, looked Hartley up and down and then smiled to himself. "Really? Shame. Cause, see, if you had some interest then I might have made a move." With a reluctant sigh, he shrugged his shoulders in a very dramatic way. What? This was funny, he couldn't help it.
"So you've got no interest in anyone?" Axel tilted his head to the side, looked Hartley up and down and then smiled to himself. "Really? Shame. Cause, see, if you had some interest then I might have made a move." With a reluctant sigh, he shrugged his shoulders in a very dramatic way. What? This was funny, he couldn't help it.
"It's mostly books." Hartley smiled self-derisively as he added, "And science." That said he leaned back against the bedpost again and looked at Axel, eyes widening when the implications of his words hit. He had to stop being such a scared, clearly inexperienced idiot. No time to think about whether he should, he had to take a chance while he could. He wasn't some blushing idiot, he could be assertive.
So he reached forward to grab Axel by the jacket and then he crushed their lips together, wishing he had any experience with kissing at all, any. Instead he could only hope for the best while turning him around and pushing Axel back against the bedpost instead, hands going for his hips. At least he could work of his fantasies.
So he reached forward to grab Axel by the jacket and then he crushed their lips together, wishing he had any experience with kissing at all, any. Instead he could only hope for the best while turning him around and pushing Axel back against the bedpost instead, hands going for his hips. At least he could work of his fantasies.
"Oooh, I like this." Axel loved assertive types, he loved baiting men into making a move and here he was, a pretty rich boy making out with him. Sexy. He had many very vivid ideas in his head of what he wanted to do with this rich kid, he wanted to hold him down and fuck him, wanted to be fucked by him, wanted so many things they probably didn't have time for and Hartley probably wasn't ready for.
No lube, probably no condoms and he doubted they'd get beyond kissing but hey, he had fantasy fodder for tonight and that was plenty to kiss him going. He deepened their kiss and reached up, fingers running through Hartley's hair. So soft.
No lube, probably no condoms and he doubted they'd get beyond kissing but hey, he had fantasy fodder for tonight and that was plenty to kiss him going. He deepened their kiss and reached up, fingers running through Hartley's hair. So soft.
It wasn't until a good time into kissing, when Hartley was slowly hoping that maybe he wasn't the worst ever at this, that he realised that he hadn't even introduced himself. That didn't quite seem right, so he pulled away, just enough to catch gorgeous guy's eyes. "I'm Hartley."
He smiled, very politely. "Nice to meet you." That it turned into a very cheeky grin shortly after that statement showed that he wasn't quite oblivious to the humour of the situation. "How do you do."
He smiled, very politely. "Nice to meet you." That it turned into a very cheeky grin shortly after that statement showed that he wasn't quite oblivious to the humour of the situation. "How do you do."
"Eh? Oh. Cool. Hey Hartley, I'm Walber." There was a very sarcastic tone to what he said as he presented his name tag, very much spelt wrong, giving Hartley a look before he stole another kiss, lingering long enough to bite his lower lip playfully. "Because some jackass can't spell Walker."
It was his surname, sure, but he wasn't really used to giving away first names and given he just cased this place up, it seemed unwise to tell their kid his name in full. Hell, he lied on the job application and his fake ID, saying he was Alex instead of Axel. All the same letters, just moved around. "It's a pleasure indeed to meet you."
It was his surname, sure, but he wasn't really used to giving away first names and given he just cased this place up, it seemed unwise to tell their kid his name in full. Hell, he lied on the job application and his fake ID, saying he was Alex instead of Axel. All the same letters, just moved around. "It's a pleasure indeed to meet you."
"Walker?" Seemed like it was his surname or a fake name, but on the one hand it wasn't as if he owed him his real name and on the other, he was named Hartley, so what room did he have to talk? Hartley let his fingers train the waistline of Axel's pants, until his palm finally brushed against the perfection that was his ass. "May I just say that you've the hottest ass I've ever seen, including in my fantasies?"
That was the kind of small talk he could get used to, especially as he intercepted it with yet another kiss. He liked how it felt when Axel bit his lip, liked it a lot, so he tried to do the same, ever so careful about it. "Thank you."
That was the kind of small talk he could get used to, especially as he intercepted it with yet another kiss. He liked how it felt when Axel bit his lip, liked it a lot, so he tried to do the same, ever so careful about it. "Thank you."
"I've been told, it's very appreciated. Why do you think I wore my tight trousers tonight? It's a party, I got to show it off. I was hoping I'd reel someone in." He was expecting an old pervert who was maybe a closet case he could blackmail into being his sugar daddy and less the hot heir to the Rathaway fortune but hey, results were results. Even if he got no money out of this, he was definitely pulling high tier here.
Axel paused the kiss and frowned at Hartley, unsure what on Earth he was talking about. "... Why are you thanking me? Cause the ass came from God, I know it's a gift for all but I can't take credit." Rolling his eyes, he moved down to Hartley's neck and began to kiss it gently, debating if he wanted to leave a hickey there or not. Marking a rich boy. Sounded fun.
Axel paused the kiss and frowned at Hartley, unsure what on Earth he was talking about. "... Why are you thanking me? Cause the ass came from God, I know it's a gift for all but I can't take credit." Rolling his eyes, he moved down to Hartley's neck and began to kiss it gently, debating if he wanted to leave a hickey there or not. Marking a rich boy. Sounded fun.
It wasn't so nice, the thought of being reeled in. For him this was pretty magical, definitely unexpected, he supposed even romantic. Obviously he had known that it wasn't actually the case, but it wasn't like the reminder was appreciated. He smiled anyway, because whatever. There was still the world's most gorgeous guy with the hottest ass, interested in kissing him, so he could live with this. Maybe later when he was alone and this would just be a fantasy again, he'd allow himself some edits to the story. Make it more like he wanted it to be.
"Thank you for wanting to kiss me. I guess, thank you for having a hot ass and wanting to kiss me." He was even more grateful over the neck kissing, because apparently that was just the most intense thing ever, eliciting a moan from him as he let his head fall back.
"Thank you for wanting to kiss me. I guess, thank you for having a hot ass and wanting to kiss me." He was even more grateful over the neck kissing, because apparently that was just the most intense thing ever, eliciting a moan from him as he let his head fall back.
"You're welcome." Axel laughed playfully and decided this kid definitely needed a reminder of this, clearly he didn't get many experiences like it. He kissed down low enough so he was nearly at the collar bone and started to suck, marking him so he could hide it if he needed to but there was no way in hell he could dismiss the whole thing as some kind of dream or run away fantasy. When he was done, he licked the mark lovingly and pulled back, a smile on his face.
"Of course I want to kiss you. Have you seen you?" He reached up and loosened Hartley's tie for him so he could better see the mark he made. "Just a little reminder in case you forget me after this."
"Of course I want to kiss you. Have you seen you?" He reached up and loosened Hartley's tie for him so he could better see the mark he made. "Just a little reminder in case you forget me after this."
"Thank you for that too." Hartley smiled and he felt himself blushing again, so he did his best to pretend he wasn't and just kept kissing Axel for a while longer. Kept kissing him and pressing himself against him and generally behaving less than proper while also simply forgetting about how he should really be getting back to the party.
He didn't remember that until it was too late. Things happened quickly. One moment there was just his mother saying his name as she opened the door, then there was yelling. Hartley's eyes were wide and he shoved Axel away, just imagining what could happen to him. "Get out. Get out, Walker, please, there will be so much trouble."
Trouble he had to face, but at least they wouldn't be able to lock Axel up when he wasn't there. Hartley tried to calm his mother down, but it seemed fairly futile. His father joined and his anger was enough to scare him. Hartley could only hope that Axel was already gone.
It escalated from there. But Hartley could never have predicted just how much it would escalate.
He didn't remember that until it was too late. Things happened quickly. One moment there was just his mother saying his name as she opened the door, then there was yelling. Hartley's eyes were wide and he shoved Axel away, just imagining what could happen to him. "Get out. Get out, Walker, please, there will be so much trouble."
Trouble he had to face, but at least they wouldn't be able to lock Axel up when he wasn't there. Hartley tried to calm his mother down, but it seemed fairly futile. His father joined and his anger was enough to scare him. Hartley could only hope that Axel was already gone.
It escalated from there. But Hartley could never have predicted just how much it would escalate.
Hartley hadn't lingered near his parents' house. He was too outraged at their bigotry, at the things they had said about Axel, too terrified of the suggestions thrown around, ways to fix him. Fix him like his ears had been fixed, as if he'd just been born wrong. What it all boiled down to. Not to son they wanted, so he might as well not be their son any more.
The tears came only later, much later, when it was dark and he'd been robbed. Not the most satisfactory robber, he imagined, which explained why he had been beaten up afterwards, given most of what he packed had been nothing but written notes and books. He managed to keep one notebook, since it was small enough to fit into his pocket and that was about it. Hartley hadn't really been given time to pack. What little money he had had was gone and he knew so little about this part of the city.
He did manage to exchange his clothes against stuff that was a lot cheaper, but also warmer. At least by comparison. Mostly he ended up with a hoodie and jeans with too many holes in them, but the boots were decent and at least he could pull the hoodie up when it started raining. He hadn't slept at all the first night, too scared to settle down anywhere. Where was he supposed to go? He asked at a homeless shelter he came across, but while they gave him the worst tea in the world, they didn't have any room to sleep for anyone else.
Hartley's clothes were still damp and he just wanted to be properly warm, but apparently that wasn't in the cards. Ultimately he just ended up strolling through the streets again, staring at the ground when he walked past some rent boys. Mostly they ignored him, given he clearly wasn't the target audience, but some made their remarks. Hartley was blushing and he did look up. His eyes widened when he met the eyes of someone... Walker? Seriously? This was getting ridiculous.
But it still felt good to see someone familiar, no matter the circumstances. "Hey."
The tears came only later, much later, when it was dark and he'd been robbed. Not the most satisfactory robber, he imagined, which explained why he had been beaten up afterwards, given most of what he packed had been nothing but written notes and books. He managed to keep one notebook, since it was small enough to fit into his pocket and that was about it. Hartley hadn't really been given time to pack. What little money he had had was gone and he knew so little about this part of the city.
He did manage to exchange his clothes against stuff that was a lot cheaper, but also warmer. At least by comparison. Mostly he ended up with a hoodie and jeans with too many holes in them, but the boots were decent and at least he could pull the hoodie up when it started raining. He hadn't slept at all the first night, too scared to settle down anywhere. Where was he supposed to go? He asked at a homeless shelter he came across, but while they gave him the worst tea in the world, they didn't have any room to sleep for anyone else.
Hartley's clothes were still damp and he just wanted to be properly warm, but apparently that wasn't in the cards. Ultimately he just ended up strolling through the streets again, staring at the ground when he walked past some rent boys. Mostly they ignored him, given he clearly wasn't the target audience, but some made their remarks. Hartley was blushing and he did look up. His eyes widened when he met the eyes of someone... Walker? Seriously? This was getting ridiculous.
But it still felt good to see someone familiar, no matter the circumstances. "Hey."
Oh shit. Well, that wasn't something he needed to see. Axel stared at Hartley for a while, taking in the sight of the rich boy he'd seduce and probably gotten disowned from the looks of things, he didn't have the same rich boy gear, he didn't have that same spring in his step. Huh. That was so not good. Did he really cause all of this?
"Nah kid, you don't want him, I'll give you a way better time." One of the rent boys jumped in, not understanding the situation and giving Axel a faint shove. Just a little playful competition. "What can you offer? I'll give you a discount cause you're so pretty."
"Back off, you idiot. We're friends. Kind of." Axel rolled his eyes and shoved them away, moving off from the wall he was leaning on and moving up to Hartley with a small frown. This was definitely awkward. "Hey. Hartley, yeah?"
"Nah kid, you don't want him, I'll give you a way better time." One of the rent boys jumped in, not understanding the situation and giving Axel a faint shove. Just a little playful competition. "What can you offer? I'll give you a discount cause you're so pretty."
"Back off, you idiot. We're friends. Kind of." Axel rolled his eyes and shoved them away, moving off from the wall he was leaning on and moving up to Hartley with a small frown. This was definitely awkward. "Hey. Hartley, yeah?"
"Yeah." Hartley smiled, even if he didn't really feel it. At least this situation was bizarre enough to almost be funny. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to..." He wasn't sure what to say, so he just gestured vaguely around them, finally offering a shrug. "...interfere with business. Just didn't expect to see you here."
So his first ever make-out session had literally been with a prostitute. Hartley wasn't really sure how he felt about it. Probably mostly just a bit of vengeful glee, imagining what his parents would make of that. "My father tried to have you arrested, I'm glad you gave a false name and all that."
So his first ever make-out session had literally been with a prostitute. Hartley wasn't really sure how he felt about it. Probably mostly just a bit of vengeful glee, imagining what his parents would make of that. "My father tried to have you arrested, I'm glad you gave a false name and all that."
"Oh no, I'm not -- I wasn't -- money is just kind of tight." Axel didn't see why he should feel ashamed, he usually didn't but then Hartley gave him that look and God, he felt pathetic. Here was the smart kid who liked science and he was just some guy who worked the streets. Not exactly Romeo and Juliet. "Usually I have other means but quick money is always best made with my best assets."
The shallow outer parts of him. "He did? For what? You can't arrest someone for being gay." Though you can arrest someone who stole over hundred dollars from the guests, several knick-knacks and Hartley's ipod. Well, no one ever said he was a good person. "So things didn't end so well for you, huh? What happened?"
The shallow outer parts of him. "He did? For what? You can't arrest someone for being gay." Though you can arrest someone who stole over hundred dollars from the guests, several knick-knacks and Hartley's ipod. Well, no one ever said he was a good person. "So things didn't end so well for you, huh? What happened?"
"Hey. I get it, I'm not an idiot. I just don't want to bother you." Hartley wasn't sure what he really thought about this kind of job, his opinion on sex work was complicated enough and this even more so. But he was smiling a little, showing that he really wasn't that bothered. He did get the gist of this and, hell. Who knew. It wasn't as if he had any money. But it was best not to think about that just yet, he wanted to stay composed in front of Axel.
"According to your ID, you'd be eighteen, I'm not. Soliciting a minor. It doesn't even really matter, my father's lawyers can get anyone locked up. But it's fine now." Well. Fine as far as that was concerned. "My parents don't tolerate things they don't approve of. I'm supposed to be the perfect son. They gave me the option to go and get myself fixed with therapy or to pray the gay away, so I told them that I'd only get on my knees to suck your cock."
He probably shouldn't be talking about this so loudly in front of Axel's... colleagues, but whatever. Fuck it all at this point, honestly. "So I had to get out."
"According to your ID, you'd be eighteen, I'm not. Soliciting a minor. It doesn't even really matter, my father's lawyers can get anyone locked up. But it's fine now." Well. Fine as far as that was concerned. "My parents don't tolerate things they don't approve of. I'm supposed to be the perfect son. They gave me the option to go and get myself fixed with therapy or to pray the gay away, so I told them that I'd only get on my knees to suck your cock."
He probably shouldn't be talking about this so loudly in front of Axel's... colleagues, but whatever. Fuck it all at this point, honestly. "So I had to get out."
"Yeah, that was a great big lie." His birthday was in three days and he was definitely not turning nineteen, that's all he was going to say. He looked very amuse at the idea of them coming after him for being what was probably Hartley's age and just happening to make out with him. "I think that ID also said I was called Alex and I was French-Canadian."
Axel shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his head, watching his 'colleagues' snickering and watching him, most of them giving him a look of disbelief. Oh yeah, they were wondering how he'd pulled like this too. Axel wasn't shocked at their disbelief. Yes, he was good looking, he knew that and he rocked it but a guy in his situation? He didn't tend to pull.
"You made a good call, you don't need therapy and God doesn't give a shit who you're fucking, he hates everyone anyway." Axel shrugged his shoulders and then frowned, leaning in to touch Hartley's hoodie, just feeling the damp material. "Got caught in the rain?"
Axel shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his head, watching his 'colleagues' snickering and watching him, most of them giving him a look of disbelief. Oh yeah, they were wondering how he'd pulled like this too. Axel wasn't shocked at their disbelief. Yes, he was good looking, he knew that and he rocked it but a guy in his situation? He didn't tend to pull.
"You made a good call, you don't need therapy and God doesn't give a shit who you're fucking, he hates everyone anyway." Axel shrugged his shoulders and then frowned, leaning in to touch Hartley's hoodie, just feeling the damp material. "Got caught in the rain?"
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"I don't exactly care about God one way or the other, so he can hate or love all he wants, it won't change who I like." Hartley wasn't sure what the other boys were snickering at, but he assumed it had something to do with him making a fool of himself. Whatever, he could ignore that. At least he wasn't completely alone for the moment. He ignored the desire to ask what his real name was, because he didn't want to be shot down.
Instead he looked down at his hoodie and nodded. "Yeah. It's fine. Slowly drying."
Instead he looked down at his hoodie and nodded. "Yeah. It's fine. Slowly drying."
"See, this is why you sleep under any kind of ledge or anything that's sticking out, even if it's not raining. Just in case. If you go around the alley of the Big Belly Burger and there's no one there, sleep under the sign and you won't get wet." Just speaking from experience. Axel had been here before, he knew how hard it could be and he knew what it must be like for Hartley. Well, to a degree. Axel had never been sheltered, never really lived a great life but Hartley? God, that kid was in for a culture shock.
"Do you know where the youth center is? Lemme guess, you tried the homeless shelter and they had no room? Not shocking, they fill up. Lots of adults. There's a youth center, mostly for LGBTQ kids but you get a mix sometimes. It's a lot easier to get a bed." Axel had used it once or twice, mostly when cops or gangs were after him. Just extra safety to have people with him who could be witnesses. "And they'll at least dry your clothes. I could take you there."
"You're skipping out early?" One of the guys asked, looking at Axel with great amusement because hell, since when did he help anyone? "Oh Axel, sweetie, since when did you give a shit?"
"Fuck off." Axel shot back bluntly, glaring a little.
"Do you know where the youth center is? Lemme guess, you tried the homeless shelter and they had no room? Not shocking, they fill up. Lots of adults. There's a youth center, mostly for LGBTQ kids but you get a mix sometimes. It's a lot easier to get a bed." Axel had used it once or twice, mostly when cops or gangs were after him. Just extra safety to have people with him who could be witnesses. "And they'll at least dry your clothes. I could take you there."
"You're skipping out early?" One of the guys asked, looking at Axel with great amusement because hell, since when did he help anyone? "Oh Axel, sweetie, since when did you give a shit?"
"Fuck off." Axel shot back bluntly, glaring a little.
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