Hello criminal » joshler/tysh

2 A lot of...flour?

Tyler's pov

"So I said to him, look Ryan, buddy, if you want me to fuck you in the ass then I'll do it. Hell drop your pants right now, just don't forget to say no homo afterwards." Brendon told me as he threw his keys on the table near the door as we walked into his grand house.

"Yeah but, did he actually say that that's what he wanted?" I asked as I took in my surroundings, my shiny black shoes tapping against the polished floor.

"Well, he didn't say the words specifically, but I could fucking sense it man, y'know? I know he wants me." Brendon smiled as he gave a little hmph laugh as his tongue poked out in between his teeth.

"Uh.." I raised a finger in the air as I went to question brendon but I was quick to decide against it.

"But anyway, welcome to my bachelor pad." He said as he put his hand on the small of my back and directed me over to sit down at the bar.

We had just finished work and brendon had invited me back to his to show off his new place.
He had bought a new house and I'll admit it was quite fricking nice. We're talking large modern two story shiny floor nice. Although, way too nice and big just for one guy to live in.
I don't even know where he got the money for a house like this in the first place. Let's be honest, being a police officer isn't exactly a high paying job.

"So what do you think of my crib?" Brendon asked as he spun on his heels and held his arms up.

"It's nice." I nodded as I took a seat down on one of the barstools at the counter.

"Nice? It's grand as fuck! Look at all this space! And my fucking piano and my pool! You haven't even seen my car yet." He shouted excitedly.

"How the hell did you even afford all of this anyway?" I questioned as I shifted a little on the seat.

"Eh, Saving up of course." He responded before flashing his sparkling white teeth at me.

"So let me fix you a drink hey?" He said as he clasped his hands together and walked around the counter and grabbed out two beers from the fridge.

He cracked open the lid and slid the chilled bottle across the counter towards me.

"So things are going good between you and joshie boy aye?" He asked casually to keep up conversation.

"Yup." I agreed as I took a mouthful of the cool drink.

"Good good." He nodded as things fell pretty quiet.

I gagged on the mouthful of liquid in my mouth. After all, we all know I'm not really a beer person.

"I see you walking with a bit of a limp sometimes and I think gosh, josh either has a fucking monster in his pants or he's going in without prep or lube, because heh.." Brendon continued talking, laughing a little as he too took a mouthful of beer.

I almost choked on my drink but instead I forced myself to swallow the mouthful that had been sitting in my mouth for longer than it needed to.
My cheeks felt warm and I was unsure on what to say to that. I opted for sitting there muttering incoherent words shyly.

"Look at you getting all awkward hah. Sorry pal, you know me. I just talk openly and don't really have any fucking boundaries in conversation, I mean let's be real." He laughed loudly.