Public Displays of Affection

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by writersglock

by writersglock

"Damon." Trent looks at his blonde slut with wide eyes. "Come sit next to me."

Damon slithers under the table and over to Trent. He sits next to him, twirling his hair.
"You had the worst gas last night, you know." Trent whispers seductively.

"Oh...my apologies, it happens every Friday."

"I'll keep that in mind..." Trent says.

"Hm. Who's that from?" Trent touches a spot on Damon's neck where there's a somewhat faded bruise.

"Oh, ah.." Damon blushes and touches his neck. "My uhm...my band mate my...he's not my...we just, well, sometimes we...his name is Graham."

"Ah, I see. No need to get so flustered, kitten. Me and my band mates have homoerotic experiences quite frequently. I get it. I knew you were a little slut." He leans down to give Damon a fresh hickey.

Damon yelps and slams his fist on the table. Several people stare at the queers, but Trent stays there, digging his teeth into Damon's neck.

"AaaAaUAAAAoioUi." Damon whines, just as the waitress walks over with their coffee.

"Um..." She sets the two mugs down and makes a face as if she's about to throw up. "Pancakes will be ready soon..." She walks away quickly, she's seen enough gayness.

Trent continues sucking on Damon's neck, his hand gripping the twink's thigh. Damon gasps and squirms and a single tear falls down his cheek. He covers his mouth with his hand so he doesn't make any more noise.

Several customers walk out of the iHop.

I mean, who wants to see two men having an erotic moment at iHop at 11am on a Saturday?

Well, one man in particular, a few tables away, is staring very intently at the homosexual situation. He grins and crosses his arms, amused.

Damon spots him staring and finally pushes Trent off of him. "That's...that's enough." He mutters, blood dripping down his neck. "Fuck, man."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." Trent apologizes, embarrassed, leaning back down to lick up the blood.

"That man was watching us."