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It was a relaxing October afternoon, the breeze was gentle and fun enough to surf and to skate through the streets and the crowds of people walking by to get things for Halloween.
Brandon walked through the people and stopped by a little shop with Halloween decorations and looked at it for a while, a soft smile plastered on his face as he continued until he was stopped by a tall man, he knew it was Jonathan by his eyebrow piercing and his dead glare.
His grip on his shoulder made him feel nervous and scared of him, he didn’t want to fight nor make eye contact with him. “Brandon..having fun with Fred, hm?” He asked coldly.
“I-It’s going..please let me—ah!”
Jonathan pinned him against the brick wall by his shoulders and glared at him, staring into his soul and letting a chuckle slip out his lips. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, do you, pretty boy?”
“Let me go please..I don’t want any trouble, okay?”
“I ain’t looking for trouble, I’m warning you about him..that asshole who only loves Boys that look so pretty and so innocent, precious even..yet have a sweet spot that he sucks out of that turns into a little Boy toy.” He scoffed, glaring at him as he squeezed him tighter. “A whore even.”
“Why are you talking to me? I-I don’t know what you want from me..”
“He’s your predator and you’re on top of his food chain, he loves to feed on you, doesn’t he?”
None of this was making any sense at all! Why was Jonathan speaking this about Fred, considering their messy break up, maybe he wanted him to get back with him and for Brandon to leave them alone. But why act like this to scare him? He didn’t do anything wrong.
“You’re pretty..naive in my opinion, a perfect target for Fred’s liking. You don’t have blond hair or blue eyes..you’re a brunet with hazel brown eyes,” Jonathan laughed again. “A perfect example of How Fred likes his boy toys..he likes a good boy that he can make into a smutty romance.”
“L-Let me go—Mmh!”
Jonathan pins him against the wall again, holding him tighter almost hurting him, hearing him whimper made a smirk grew on his face. “Fred makes you act like a good little whore huh? A little slut, hm?”
“I..uhm..please—nnh!”
“Answer me, Pretty boy.”
“I’m sorry, please..please let me go..”
The man clicks his tongue and releases the brunet by tossing him to the side, letting him catch his breath and glared at him a bit before walking up to him and gripping his hair tightly, leaning over and grabbing him by the chin. “A clear warning..don’t get too comfortable with him, you’ll regret it. Big. Fucking. Time.”
Brandon immediately gets himself together and immediately ran off, holding back his tears as Jonathan watched him leave, he walks away and scoffs to himself. “Pretty boy..oh he’s gonna get it big.”
The door sprung wide open as Fred gets up and held Brandon close to him, trying to get him to calm down and help him take deep breaths. “W-Woah..calm down, what happened?”
Jose joined in and walked Brandon to the couch to let him sit down and gave him time to settle down and take care of himself but his tears went down his cheeks as Fred sat next to him. “Brandon..can you talk to us?”
“I..I can’t talk to you right now…I-I need a minute.”
Brandon rushed out to his bedroom and slam the door shut, Fred went after him and went inside of the room and closed the door behind him. “Are you okay?”
“Do you like me because you want a whore?”
“W-What? No..I don’t! I love you because of how unique you are and how much you enjoy your free time as a surfer and an artist! Not because I wanna make you something that you don’t want to be!”
“Quit lying..you’re saying that to hide your…y-your fetish…”
“Brandon..who told you this?”
“M-Mhm..”
“You can tell me, I won’t get mad.”
Brandon sniffled and let a hiccup slip out as he continued weeping to himself and hugged himself gently, his tears flowing out hastily as Fred came a bit closer to him and waited patiently. “J-Jonathan told me about you, warning me about you..is it true? You love only Boy toys and Whores like me?”
“Brandon..don’t. Stop it, Jonathan is lying to you..I love you for being such a wonderful boyfriend, you’re not a whore, you’re a pretty sweet person with such a smile that I love to see.”
“You mean..I’m not a whore?”
“No..you’re not.”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
“You want me to prove to you?”
“Y-Yes..please go ahead..”
Fred smiled softly and gently held his hands as he leaned in and begin to kiss him gently on the lips, his tongue was pierced which made Brandon’s kiss much more tender and let a soft moan slip out, the brunet’s legs moved a little to let Fred pin him against the wall. His moans mixed in with his, as they pull away from each other.
“O-Oh no..I got your piercing covered…I’m sorry..” Brandon whispered.
“Don’t be ridiculous..it’s my tongue.”
“A-Ah..can you kiss me again? I-I love it..I love your gentleness..”
“Maybe let’s have Jose join us..Maybe he can kiss you more gently than I can.”
“Please..I’d love that..”
“Alright..wait here, pretty boy.”