Maddox doesn’t want to be around anyone unless it’s his pack of cigarettes. Yet, when Rory, the cute guy from the bar, not-so-subtly hits on him, Maddox figures he can always smoke later. He has something else in mind his ex-boyfriend would not approve of in the least. (M/M)
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“Hey, can I bum a cigarette?”
The guy is next to Maddox now, hair falling back in his big, dark eyes. He’s a few inches shorter than Maddox but built thicker with his square shoulders, the shape echoed in his jaw. He’s got his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets now and he rocks back on his heels for a second as Maddox contemplates him.
Without a word, Maddox pulls out his crumpled box and taps out a cigarette, handing it over to the guy. The guy doesn’t ask for a light, pulling a lighter from his back pocket instead.
Maddox’s hair is damp and he can feel the mist on the back of his neck too now, colder when the breeze picks up down the alley. He fights back a shiver and takes a drag of his cigarette, eyes half on the guy next to him now.
The guy is decently attractive, he thinks, eyes flitting over his face, from his crooked nose to his pale, pink lips closed around the end of the cigarette. His hair is cut messily, like he did it himself, uneven lengths on different sides, too long in the front. He watches the guy’s tongue dart out to wet his lips as he takes the cigarette away and leans his head back against the wall.
It’s been too long, Maddox thinks. He watches the guy and wonders what it would take to get him to go down on him. He doesn’t even know if the guy is interested in other guys, but it never hurt to ask. He can’t bring himself to, though, and he looks away. No one would want to with him anyway; Joel had made that perfectly clear.