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Bradley just wanted a good fucking burger and he knew that Mamaâs diner is what delivered consistently throughout his childhood for exactly that. The burger came fairly quickly with thick-cut golden french fries drizzled in ketchup and if food boners were a thing, bradâs wouldâve been a mile long because as soon as he took a bite from the fries, it was just exactly what he remembered. He finished a single fry before he felt this strong pressure against his shoulders until he heard a kind remark causing the man to relax his tense shoulders, fists releasing from readying to turn around to fight, if need be.
Spinning around in his chair until his eyes met with Benito, he totally forgot about the fucking sexy latin boy that he fucked while showcasing the town to him. âHoly shit, Benito.â What a pleasant surprise this had been.
âYeah, I think the last time I saw you was right before you decided to move to town.â He smiled, knowing that Brad was one of the very reasons why it happened, the professional dancer had been one of his harder conversions. âYep. I was living in California at the time outside of the world and doing it part-time when it made sense. My Dad retired and Adelaide asked me to come back to town and I canât tell her now. So here, I am. But wow, youâre looking the same, Benny.â Bringing a hand playfully to the otherâs chest and lifting one of the otherâs titties quickly feeling how firm it had been with muscle. âYep, just as I remember.â
Benito smirked, remembering just how their previous encounter had gone. Hopefully, this one would lead to something similar, he was off soon and could follow Bradley wherever they needed to go. Benny would love to close out the night with some much needed release. He was carrying tension from the busy day.Â
âIâm glad you seem happy to see me, âmano,â he said with a soft laugh, setting his cigarettes down on the counter in front of them. âI was gonna head out for a smoke, but couldnât pass up talking to you. Itâs been way too long.âÂ
He grinned, shaking his head when the other commented on his looks, swatting his hand away playfully when he moved to touch his chest. âAh. Ah. No. My pecs arenât on the menu...â
Benny broke into another laugh, leaning forward, âWho am I kidding? I think we both know I have a hard time turning you down. Youâre just so freakinâ dreamy.âÂ
He ran a hand up Bradleyâs arm, letting it settle against his bicep and squeezing a little. âAnd that is just how I remember, dude. Good to know youâve still got killer guns. You sure that isnât your superpower?âÂ
âDo you mind sticking around a bit? I can hang with you when my shift is done in a few. Then we can really catch up.âÂ











