Compromises
Spot Conlon scowled over the pier. His pier, full of his men, and one in particular who was sitting below him
"So Spot," the boy pulled him out of his thoughts, "You gonna come tonight?"
"I dunno," Spot shrugged, sitting beside the brunet.
"Yeah, well, you should."
"Why's that?" Spot smirked, glancing over at him.
"Cause I'll be there," he responded cockily.
"What'll I get," Spot got up again and couldn't help but grin at the boy's sudden nervousness.
"What'd you want?" he mumbled, standing as well.
"What'd you think?" Spot asked, leaning against a wall, thoroughly entertained by the boy in front of him.
"Uhm," he shifted uncomfortably, but Spot yanked him behind the wall, kissing him against it. The boy moaned slightly when Spot pulled him closer, flicking the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
"You're lucky I like you so damn much," Spot growled, kissing the boy again but this time, instead of nervousness, he grinned. Spot pulled back, looking at the male in front of him, deep in thought. "Aiight, I'll come."
"Really," he didn't expect the Brooklyn leader to give in like that.
"Yeah, on one condition."
"What?"
"Show me why you're called Mouth."
Well, I hope you liked it. It's the first of four so far.
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