A/N: Here is a short oneshot I wrote through the use of a picture prompt. I am sad to say that I will not be able to update The 26 ABC Kisses on the usual date due to me finishing two essays during the weekend. So I will leave this in its place. Please read and review! Thanks!
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Lips painted red with the luscious fruit juice, enticed the younger man. He walked up to the gay stripper whose hair was bright orange like the morning sun, and the nicely shaped legs that were attached to the said person, were to die for.
The man reached forward and placed his hand on the other's shoulder, hoping to engage the man in a conversation with him.
"Hey, get your hands off the merchandise. I'm not available for another hour, so -"
He watched as the man turned around and was suddenly mesmerized by the beauty of the blood red eyes that shone like newly polished jewels. He struggled to find his voice,
"I'm sorry. I did not know you were on break."
The stripper waved his hand lazily as if to gesture that it was alright and continued to eat the small red fruit. The tantalizing lick and the pluck of the long stem had the man struggling to contain himself from ravishing the orange haired man in front of him.
"Well? Aren't you going to leave? You're all up in my space," the stripper replied with a glare, pushing another ripe cherry between his lips.
"May I be your next client?" the man asked. The stripper looked up, eyes searching. But before the orange haired man could respond, the barkeeper laughed,
"Kyou, looks like you're all the rage lately. I guess it's because of that rough personality of yours."
"Quiet old man," Kyou stated and turned to the young man, "Alright, I can take you."
"Would it be alright if I sit here as I wait for you?"
"As long as you sit two feet away from me, then yes," Kyou replied. The man nodded hesitantly, wondering why this particular stripper wasn't like the others. He wasn't clingy; instead he had a different aura about him, like he was unapproachable.
The man waited, watching with slight interest as the teen called Kyou, finished with the last of his fruit and pushed the porcelain bowl away with a sigh, licking his lips due to the juices that coated them during his meal and stood up from his seat,
"Okay, shall we?"
The man looked up, "But the hour isn't up?"
"I don't care. It's not like I work by the schedule anyway. Come on or the tension's gone," Kyou stated, heading off. The man watched the sway of the man's hips and followed after the orange haired man, smiling,
"This is the first time I've ever been aroused by a fruit and it looks like it won't be the last."
OWARI
