Spot leans in pressing his lips against the blonde's his breath stopping as he looked at the beautiful boy imagining how they looked to anyone else.
Lips and lips mashing. A fight right now.
His hands pushing Spot away. Lips following him down. Pain as his back hit the dock. Hands undoing his suspenders and undoing his pants.
Hot pain as teeth sink into his neck, moans sounding out. No one investigates the sounds. The boy runs his hands down his pants. Breath against his neck "Suck me Conlon"
Spot obeys rolling over and taking the boy in his mouth. Soon he feels the boy release into his mouth. The boy tosses some coins at the boy and a punch to his gut.
Spot crawls up as he looks after the boy. Anger in his eyes. He isn't a toy. He back still hurts and he sees stars. He pulls his suspenders over his shoulders and waits.
He waits for revenge.
Cold blue eyes never lie.