Feeling Adventurous || Braxton and Kieran
Kieran had been having a dry spell that day. Did he wreak of desperation? He was beginning to wonder, because ever since he'd see the guy he liked talking to his very recent ex he obviously still had feelings for, calling the ex's parents 'mum and dad' like they were his own- it made him want nothing more than to be out of his head for a while, out of his apartment. He didn't have any of that, no nice parents to bring him home too, no nice anything to offer him. For a brief window, he'd felt somehow good enough to hold Brett's heart and that had been dashed in an afternoon, and he was feeling hopeless.
Lucky for him, he was at least able to gain the interest of- well, shit, he didn't even know his name. He was an older guy, but Kieran had plenty of experience fucking those, so he had no age discrimination, and didn't care if the guy was gay, straight, taken, or single, as long as he wanted sex like Kieran did, and right now a car in an alley sounded fantastic to him. He left his apartment after arranging with the guy where, wearing a messily buttoned up silky shirt and a jacket over that, with a pair of skinny jeans, going commando because he figured it'd be easier. He lit up a cigarette on his walk through the night time city streets, leaning on the wall right next to the alley, waiting for Braxton to show.