Type had stopped being innocent long ago, but he learned there was a difference between being innocent and staying pure. After making the decision to leave his parents behind and stay with his uncle, Type stepped into a dangerous world that offered...
Author Note: Warning there is smut in this chapter. For those just here for the romance and gang violence then skip the last part.
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Type was trying to process the younger man's confession, he was unsure of how to react but felt a warmth travel through him. Then Tharn continued talking, "I don't want to ruin what we have. It's nice having someone that doesn't either treat me like a naive idiot or like I'm made of glass."
Type realized that Tharn meant he liked him as a friend. He felt foolish for his reaction and ordered his pounding heart to calm down. Type was not going to acknowledge how his first reaction to those words weren't disgust, anger or hate. He was also going to ignore the fact that he felt a slight ache at the realization that Tharn meant as friends. Then he was angry that Tharn's bar for a decent relationship was set so low and that everyone seemed to treat him one of the two ways.
"I'm just listening to what you said..." Tharn declared but was cut off as Type placed his hands on either side of his shoulders.
Type lamented that the man was slightly taller than him. But also ignored the lack of panic or disgust that he felt at the connection. "Listen to what I'm saying now," he stared into those dark eyes that upon further inspection, Type realized were actually dark gray and not black, 'damnit! Focus Type!' Turning away from those eyes was actually a mistake because then he looked at his lips which looked so soft and pink. 'Is he wearing lipstick? There is no way a man's lips could be that pink.'
"Type," Tharn called him and Type realized that he had stayed silent.
'Shit! What is wrong with me?!'
"If I'm ever uncomfortable then I will be sure to let you know," Type declared, finally focusing. "Most likely by beating you up."
This made Tharn chuckle and Type noticed that the whole man's face seemed to glow when he laughed. He went from alarmingly handsome to unbearably cute, 'how is that possible?! Oh come on! It's just disrespectful and selfish to be both.' Type groaned internally while staring at the man that seemed unaware of the fact that he was truly blessed.
"Okay, I promise not to avoid or go out of my way to evade your touch. But I will let you set the boundary," Tharn smiled, tentatively placing a hand on Type's shoulder. He took an eternity to finally place the hand down and then looked at Type like a dog wanting a treat for doing a trick.
"Cute," which was the reason Type couldn't help but whisper.
"What was that? Too much?" Fortunately Tharn didn't hear him.
"I said fine!" Type exclaimed, not removing Tharn's hand. The man's hand was big and his fingers were long, wrapping around Type's shoulder instead of just laying there. The hand was warm and gentle, Type almost wanted to feel it petting his hair.
'It's just been too long,' Type shook the thought away, 'I need to get laid.'
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