in which, tyler realizes he has feelings for a boy.
boy by willow smith.
tyler was always the type of person to get his dick wet and dip. he was always like that since he wasn't a affectionate type of person.
living in harlem since he was 5, the streets and past experiences made him toughen up of the way of thinking. you can say it made things toxic in a way.
he seen things differently, not the outsiders would think in a way.
well, of course until he met rakim. rakim moved in his large complex building just right next door to him.
it used to be a mom with four kids, but all graduated and went to school. maybe the space was too big for her now.
but that's not the point.
rakim was slim boy with braids. he changes them up every two weeks. bright shiny teeth and an unusual scar on his face but blends in from far away. his body was petite with an ass of its own. that's what tyler looked at the most.
he dressed like whatever. one day he would come out with rick owens but another day with a underground clothing brand.
he talked so kind too, so polite when he knocked on his door that one time. tyler thought about their interaction for a week at least.
a classic knock was played out on tyler's door, whom which woke him out his light sleep of his.
he stretched his body quickly, yawning as he left the music themed room.
another one landed, tyler groaning at the sound, "i'm coming..."
he peeked out the hole, it was the neighbor.
he opened the door quickly, the short boy stopped playing in his hair, eyes becoming widen as his neighbor was shirtless.
"sorry for knocking on the door so late in the night-"
"it's fine." tyler dominant voice came in the picture, resting his arm on the door.
the shorter nodded, "i just moved in next door to you. i'm rakim."
"tyler." he spoke with low eyes.
"i just wanted to introduce myself when you came back since i seen you leaving earlier so it don't be awkward."
"yeah, i had work."
the work he was dealing with was drugs. just cocaine and percocets.
"oh..." he spoke, "well i should be going. it's nice meeting you." he led on with a shy smile.
"you too," he licked his lips at the boy who which felt a weird feeling in his stomach.
rakim turned on his heels, slowly walking off back to his headquarters.
yeah, clear vision to tyler.
he was currently getting his dick wet by a woman he met at the club, pounding claps filled the room that he was in.
"daddy..." she moaned loudly as it didn't really turn tyler on. it was useless as he trying to put it down before leaving.
