“Nah, mister. It ain’t like that.”
“Really? Then what’re you doing out here?”
“I dunno,” he pulled his jacket tight. His eyes flashed, taking a glance of the tall dude. He shrugged. “My dad died when I was young. My mom, she’s got my sister and her baby. It was tough back home. It just made sense for me to leave. Easy on everyone.” A drag off the cigarette he bummed from dude. “I don’t really do curfews.”
“Obviously.”
The kid took a look around. The streets were filling with the bars closing in a few minutes. The dude kept trying to catch the kid’s eye, but he avoided, giving a shy smile. He knew to play coy, make himself visible to the guys who liked boys.
“I ain’t going to suck your dick.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said: ‘I’m not sucking your dick.”
The dude gave a chuckle. “I haven’t asked you to do anything.”
“Yet.”
