In Which Beau is Jailbait

Beau sat awkwardly at the booth, waiting for his friends. He was too young to drink, but he had managed to sneak in. The other guys had assured him they'd be coming--it had been half an hour, so it couldn't be much longer, right?

He slumped his thin shoulders and twiddled his thumbs.

He was just his type. The boy at the booth was young, cute and butch as hell. He looked like he had been stood up, which meant it was the perfect opportunity for Alexei to sneak in and snatch him up.

"Hey!" Alexei leaned over the table, his leather jacket squeaking as he did so. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his nipples were pierced. "You're cute. Wanna fuck?"

He laughed before the boy could respond.

"Just kidding, can I buy you a drink? What do you take?"

He smiled awkwardly. This guy actually thought he was twenty-one?

"Um...I'll have, uh...a beer," he said quietly, curious about the taste. "A beer would be great."

"A beer! No, no, something better!" he insisted. "Beer is no good, I'll get you something better!"

He smiled, but his accent was heavy in some parts of his speech.

"Oh, um, okay," he said, glancing downward in shame. "...What should I get, then?"

"Stay right here!" he smacked the table before waggling his butt over to the bartender. He flirted with him, wiggling his backside constantly. When he finished, he brought the drinks back to Beau, waggling his butt right up next to him.

"Hey, cutie," he flirted, handing him the drink. "Try it, you'll love it."

He sipped the drink and almost snorted it out, coughing.

"Oh, it's, um--r-really good. T-thank you!" he sputtered.

"First time?" he asked, leaning against him. "Underage? No problem, kiddo, secrets safe with me. Say, do you work out? You should, you'd look good."

"I...I'm not underage," he lied feebly. "And I'm really not good at P.E....I think I'm always gonna be this small. All my brothers are bigger, so..."

"I'm gonna set up a weight lifting schedule for you," he insisted, booping him on the nose. "Then we can sleep together."

He laughed.

"Do you smoke pot?"

"D-drugs?!" he exclaimed. "I never--I mean, I uh, maybe. I mean I'm old enough to drink, so..." he trailed off, scratching his neck.

"...Who are you, anyway?"

"Alexei," he said, patting his chest. "So, you come here often? I've never seen you before but you could be super cute if you got in shape."

"Oh, really?" He said, his ears turning bright red. "I'm B-beau, I guess...though people don't always call me that." It didn't occur to him to lie about is name.

"Cute," he replied, nuzzling him. "Start working out bud, and then we'll talk."

"...I do P.E. every day," he said, smiling slightly. "Does, uh, does that count?"

"Obviously not, or you'd have a rockin' bod by now," he punched him in the shoulder, laughing. "I'll make you protein shakes and get you working out and see how you look. Hell, maybe you'll join the group."

He rubbed his shoulder, wincing.

"What group?" he asked.

"My bike gang," he said, beaming.

"Oh," he said, biting his lip. He glanced at the floor, wondering if he should run.

"I...I um, I don't think I'm allowed to join gangs."

"You're too scrawny anyway, you gotta bulk up first," he insisted, giggling. "Here, let me show you."

Alexei grabbed one of the bartenders by the ass, flirting casually with him before asking for a pen and paper. He blew him a kiss before he waved him off.

"Okay, here," Alexei said, petting Beau's shoulder. He scribbled a schedule in very neat, very strange handwriting. "Do this everyday. Do you have much free time? An hour or two?"

He nodded, still giving Alexei a horrified stare. He had never seen someone just grab a man's ass like that. Was it okay to even speak to this man?

"I, uh...I guess I have free time. But maybe I shouldn't, I mean, I don't know, I just met you and I don't know."

"It's a workout schedule, I'm not giving you drugs," he laughed. "Yet. Unless you asked."

"Um, no thanks. I, uh, have a lot at home already," he lied obviously.

"Of course you do," Alexei replied, chuckling. "But really, use the schedule."

"Okay," he agreed, unable to think of a good excuse. "...Is that all? I was kinda waiting for some--" He glanced at the door, but there was still no one there. He sighed deeply; maybe the guys really had forgotten.

"...Never mind."