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Adam was used to feeling lonely. He’d experienced it since he was a young boy, but when Will started seeing someone it felt like that cloud of loneliness became a storm.
It was even worse when Will brought them around, finding comfort in them like he and Will used to find comfort in each other. He felt like he was being pushed out of Will’s life and he couldn’t take another night of it. Forced to listen to their sex from his room night after night.
So he left, quietly sneaking out of the house just thirty minutes after Will disappeared into his room. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he needed to be anywhere but there.
Eventually he ended up on an empty stretch of the city, the lamps that lined the sidewalk burnt out leaving him in near darkness. It was unsettling, and he began to walk quicker, seeing a stretch of light up ahead.
“Where you going so fast, darling?” An unfamiliar voice asked, stopping Adam in his tracks. He didn’t know what to do, his urge to run and his urge to be polite clashing violently.
“Uh, nowhere,” he answered honestly, starting to walk again right after. He was immediately stopped, Nigel’s hand catching Adam’s wrist, tugging him back.
Now Adam’s heart started to race, panic rushing in. He froze.
“C’mon, tell me the truth,” Nigel purred, sounding drunk. Despite that, his grip was strong, certainly stronger than Adam’s.
“I already did,” Adam responded in a hushed tone, trying to tug his wrist away.
“You’re just out here for fun then?” Nigel continued to pester, his grip tightening every time Adam tried to fight.
Adam didn’t respond this time. He felt like he’d been taught how to handle situations. Stranger danger. Given Will’s line of work, they’d had lots of lengthy discussions about things like this, but all of that was out the window. His mind was blank and all he wanted to do was cry.
His throat felt tight, but he finally managed a soft, “Let me go.”
Nigel smirked, finding something funny about the whole situation.
“I don’t think so, gorgeous,” he disagreed, and suddenly Adam felt something hard push into his back. It made him jerk away instinctively, but the object was being shoved against him again in an instant.
It was a gun.
Adam whimpered, though the sound was unintentional.
“Come with me,” Nigel grunted, dragging Adam to his car. It was nearby but parked off the street, even more dark and private. No one would see them.
Nigel was rough as he shoved Adam into the car, a soft cry coming from him as he hit the seat. It was that kind of fabric he hated, that fake leather that his skin always stuck to in the heat. It smelt bad, too, like beer and cigarettes.
“What do you want? I have some.. cash..” Adam offered in a weak attempt to thwart whatever danger this was.
Nigel laughed but it wasn’t humorous. He sounded mad; irritated. “You think I’m poor, darling?”
“No, I–”
“You think I need your fucking money?”
Adam went quiet again.
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?”
“Take your fucking clothes off,” Nigel was getting impatient, waving the gun at Adam.
Adam let out another sob, shaky hands fumbling to get his clothes off. The seats felt even worse on bare skin, tugging at him in the most uncomfortable ways.
Nigel clicked his tongue, barely able to see Adam in the dark lighting. What he could see, he liked.
Adam breathed out shakily when Nigel crawled into the car, his weight making him feel like he was being suffocated.
“Mm, you smell nice,” Nigel hummed, nose pushed into Adam’s hair, his body pinning Adam’s against the seat.
He leaned back a little, lazily holding the gun in one hand while he spit in the other.
Nigel pushed Adam’s legs open haphazardly, in a way that was most definitely painful for Adam given the way he jolted back.
“Stop,” Adam begged, but it was already too late.
Two fingers pushed into Adam’s hole, making him cry out as the unpleasant sensation took over. His foot pressed into the back of the seat, trying to desperately escape Nigel’s filthy touch. When he felt the muzzle of the gun push against his cheek, he was frozen again.
The tears that had been threatening to fall since this encounter started finally did, his legs shaking as Nigel clumsily fingered him. It hurt. It was nothing like when Will touched him. Will was gentle, his fingers always opening Adam up in a way that made him cry in pleasure, not distress.
A third finger was added, forcing him further open, the burning inescapable. “Please,” he gasped, hoping somehow this man would grow a conscience and let him go. No such luck.
Instead, Nigel leaned forward, the weight crushing him again as he forced their lips together in an unwanted kiss. Adam pursed his lips tightly together, turning his head to one side, but Nigel was nothing if not persistent.
Eventually Adam caved, his lips parting just a bit, which Nigel took as an invitation. “Good girl,” Nigel praised, kissing him until both of their lips hurt.
“Not.. I’m not–”
“I don’t care,” Nigel hissed before Adam could say anything more, "Now open up that pretty mouth of yours," Nigel cooed, brushing the gun over Adam's reddened lips, smearing saliva over his mouth as he pushed it against him.
Adam's lips trembled, his breathing quickening as Nigel guided the gun into his mouth; the bitter taste of metal coating his tongue. He barely kept from hyperventilating, cold steel pinching the sensitive parts of his tongue as the muzzle nearly choked him.
He gagged around the pistol, feeling like any moment would be his last. Nigel was careful enough, though, easing the barrel of the gun in and out of that pretty mouth, groaning with excitement as his arousal climbed.
Between the visual of fucking Adam's mouth with the gun and fingering him, Nigel was about to fucking burst. He couldn't wait any longer. Carelessly, he yanked his fingers from Adam’s ass, pulling the gun back as well. A sob of relief came from Adam as he did; trying to quickly pull his legs together and scoot away.
“Shh, shh, don’t do that, darling,” Nigel hushed, reaching down to undo his pants, his belt clanking nauseatingly as it came undone. His pants fell open next, Nigel fishing his cock out. It was hard and slick with precum already.
He didn’t take his time, lining his dick up with Adam’s ass, prodding the hot tip against him.
Now the panic was really setting in. Adam went pale, and he swore for a moment his heart stopped. If he tried to escape, Nigel would kill him, but if he didn’t.. maybe death would be a mercy compared to what was about to happen.
Yet he froze. He couldn’t move. Why? Why was he so useless?
Before he could get too much further lost in thought Nigel’s cock was spearing him, and it felt like it was ripping him in two.
Adam screamed, his hands planting against Nigel’s chest, trying desperately to shove him off.
It didn’t work, Nigel’s strength far outmatching Adam’s. Nigel shushed him again, sinking down until their bodies met skin to skin. He was seated fully in Adam, the feeling of hot pulses around his cock making him shudder out a breath.
“You feel so good, darling,” Nigel grunted, voice strained with pleasure.
Adam’s screams of protest tapered off into groans of pain; his breathing hard, inconsistent, interrupted by sobs. He desperately wanted to run away, to fight back, to do something.
The leather against his back felt like gravel, his head hitting the door each time Nigel pounded into him a little too hard.
“Stop,” Adam gasped as confusing twinges of pleasure blurred with the pain, Nigel’s cock dragging against his prostate making him quake. It was also confusing when the larger man started to palm at his dick, his flaccid cock threatening to spur to life.
More groans as Adam’s body betrayed him, his dick partially hardening, though not enough to maintain any sort of erection. He panted, closing his eyes tightly as he silently begged for this to be over.
Nigel lost his hold on the gun so that he could grab Adam with both hands, holding his waist so that he could better thrust into him. Each slap of their skin was like music to his fucking ears, moaning deeply each time his cock dipped all the way into Adam’s wet heat. He felt perfect, tightly squeezing his length, pulling him in like an eager slut. “You’re so fucking amazing, baby,” he husked, pulling Adam down harder, grinding into his ass with relentless and needy thrusts.
Then came the heat. A sticky, wet heat, one that made Adam’s stomach churn, choking out another sob.
Cum pumped into him, Nigel’s moans filling the space between them. It left Adam feeling even grosser than he already did. He pushed on Nigel’s chest again and this time Nigel responded, pulling out and easing back.
Adam’s hole was open and gaping for a moment, strings of cum spilling out, the feeling making him sick. The little hairs on his skin rose as he fought the waves of disgust, whimpering out his distress as he reached for his clothes. When he wasn’t met with resistance, he started to dress. It hurt and every movement reminded him of what happened, especially as he had to press his ass into the seat to squeeze into his pants again.
He reached for the door handle, and just as he pushed it open Nigel grabbed him again. He was pulled into another unwilling kiss, Nigel’s hands on him. Feeling him up, from his chest down to his crotch. Adam couldn’t take another second of it, shoving Nigel off and practically tumbling out of the car in a frenzy.
Nigel just laughed, seemingly done with him.
Adam didn’t wait around to find out, running as hard as he could.
He ran until his lungs burned and his legs felt like they were going to give out, barely managing to limp the rest of the way home.
“Adam?” Will called as soon as the front door opened, but Adam ignored him, rushing into the bathroom. He ripped his clothes off, climbing into the shower and sitting down. When he turned on the water, he made sure it was hot; hot enough to burn what just happened off of him.
He wanted to tell Will. Wanted to cry to him. But he couldn’t– couldn’t deal with Will’s reaction, couldn’t handle the fact he’d actually have to tell him. No, he’d deal with this on his own. He’d been doing a lot of that lately.