Where the Moon Meets the Water

Chapter 7

Ryan stared at the young dancer as he walked up to the bar. His mildly toned body glistened once the light had reflected off the water droplets that clung to his body. "Why hello there," he smirked "what can I get for you?" 

"Just water," was all the minor said in his raspy voice. "Only a water, someone is a bit plain," he grinned at the boys slight turn of lip. Ryan reached behind the counter and handed the dancer a water bottle. "And might I add that you are quite the dancer," Ryan winked at Jerry. Before the minor could reply he whipped his head around and was staring at someone behind him who wore a smug look plastered to his face. His black hair gathered messily in a bun. 

"Did you just grab my ass?" The boy squealed furiously. 

"Isn't that's why you work here? You are only here to entertain gorgeous men like me," he grinned mischievously. 

"You narcissistic piece of shit," breathed Jerry. "Someone's feisty," giggled the older man moving closer and holding Jerry by his ass.

 "Back off," Ryan said sternly maneuvering around the bar top. The man held his hands up and walked away. "Here," Ryan removed his coat and wrapped it around Jerry. "Guys here get a bit too touchy," 

"I should get going," The boy said meekly. "I have a long walk ahead of me," he turned around and began to walk away. 

"Seriously? Why don't you drive?" Ryan asked peaking out the window "plus it's pouring," the rain attacked the glass tpbut to no prevail. It's efforts to enter the building proved futile. 

"I don't have a car," was all he said. He walked out of the building. Ryan rushed after him. Seeing him with water droplets now clinging to his hair and the sweat beads from earlier were now unnoticeable. 

"Get in," Ryan pointed at his car. Jerry obliged and entered the car once it had been unlocked. "Now instead of being soaked and dying from pneumonia or some shit, you'll be warm in my car plus your going to live," 

"that's not even remotely correct," the boy snickered. 

"Whatever," Ryan smiled.

 "where do you live?" He rattled off his residence and they drove for and hour or so. Ryan glanced at the sleeping boy. His hair covering his eyes he also had this hand tightly pulling the leather coat around himself. "Adorable," Ryan chuckled.

( ・∇・)

Authors note 

Give me names of characters to add in and a gist of who they are. Should I make the stranger a main character of the story as well? Who do you like more Ryan or good old Johnathan. 

Later smutters:]

 ~ I'm really happy to have 28 reads