[Content Note: use of the word ‘pussy’ and some consensual non-consent]
Julius was the hot, Black barista Kevin had locked eyes with over an oat milk flat white several months ago. For some time Kevin had known that this perennially busy Old Compton Street coffee shop was a cruising hub in the heart of Soho. Gay men of all ages and stages congregated there, mostly sitting on the tables outside – tipping their ash and sipping their espresso – where they could assess the local talent, or strike up conversation with an attractive guy at another table. But nothing had happened for Kevin.
Julius changed that. First came the free-of-charge coffees, and after a few weeks of Kevin’s devoted pilgrimage to the shop came the short but sweet note scribbled on a serviette: Follow me downstairs.
Down the steep stairs of the tiny coffee shop were two toilets. They were cramped and dark, with the floors and walls coated in aluminium checker plate in an effort to make them easier to wipe down at closing time. The smell oscillated between piss and human waste. But Kevin was still interested when Julius finally slid under the service counter and thumped down the stairs in his platformed Doc Martens.
Discarding the rest of his drink he followed 30 seconds later. When he emerged from the stairs into the basement level, Julius was there, waiting for him.
“May I kiss you?” was all Julius had said, his voice soft and round. He was smiling awkwardly, as if this was all new to him.
When Kevin nodded, Julius had taken him by the hand and led him into the slightly larger – but still cramped – toilet, and locked the door. Towering a full foot over him, Julius had pressed Kevin against the wall and tilted his chin up with his index finger. They kissed. Lips barely brushing each other at first, then flicks of tongue as their mouths interlocked. It was sexy enough for Kevin to momentarily forget the putrid smell of urine surrounding them.
Then Julius had traced his index finger down Kevin’s neck and continued to his navel, making the flustered Kevin instantly hard. Julius was at his crotch now, feeling for…
Fuck. Caught up in the moment Kevin had neglected to mention he was trans. It barely registered in his mind anymore, but cis people were unpredictable. Instinctively, he snatched Julius’ hand away.
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