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Adam had gotten very used to navigating his way through the dark. After Beth’s exit from his life, he found himself more stressed than he usually was. The fabric of his sheets began frustrating him more than they used to and the floorboards seemed to creak more than they had before. Worst of all were the lights.
Adam hated the lights. What calm and warm tones the fixture had been radiating for the past few years felt harsh and violent. Just the thought of having the lights on had the potential to send him into hysterics. That’s how he ended up in the pitch black bathroom at 1:37am.
He sat still inside the warm water of his bathtub. He was lying with his feet nearly touching the other side, but he wasn’t quite tall enough to extend that far. Still, he felt peaceful in the dark. The sounds of the water sloshing had been agitating lately, but Harlan had gifted him a pair of waterproof earbuds to keep the sounds at bay.
Another benefit, he thought, was that the water couldn’t enter his ears if he wanted to submerge his head completely, like he was currently doing. Nothing was going to bother him at the moment unless someone could somehow find their way into his apartment.
Either way, Adam was content for a moment. Earlier this month, he had ordered a waterproof planetary projector for the bath but he was too wound up to use it. However exciting it was, he just wanted to feel senseless. The water of course, was warm enough to feel a change but it was a welcome disruption.
Adam had a habit of making the water too hot due to a temperature hyposensitivity, but it might just have been perfect for once. He wondered if Beth ever felt that way- whether she was ever as preoccupied with temperature and lighting if even for a day. Realistically, he knew that Beth would never feel that sort of aggravation. It was probably why she would get so impatient when Adam had to readjust or perfect his environment.
Maybe if he could learn to manage the aggravation, Beth would come back. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted her to come back, but he didn’t like the uncertainty of their last interaction. He knew that Beth wanted to go far, far away from him, but it still hurt to think about her coldness towards him.
After realizing that he was frowning, he frowned even harder. Beth always seemed to ruin good moments for him. It was one thing about her that he definitely did NOT miss. He started to sink a little deeper into the water, making a small ripple effect. The movement caused small waves to cascade slowly over his neck and he twitched, thinking back to a minute ago when he didn’t feel the need to get out of the bath.
The boy made the decision to stay in the tub for just ten more minutes. He could feel himself getting wound up again, but the promise of the changing temperature and the drenched hair made him cringe. He rarely let his hair get wet if he wasn’t completely washing it, but he was trying to take small steps toward allowing insignificant irregularities in his schedule. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t still bother him to feel the small water droplets dripping down and beading at his lower back.
For now, Adam decided to close his eyes and enjoy what he was capable of enjoying. He would worry about the cold air hitting his body later. His wet eyelashes had made a funny splash on their way shut, which did not go unnoticed. He giggled to himself quietly and wiggled his toes in amusement. He felt like he could relax again. Thankfully, the earbuds had done their job and effectively blocked out the noise of the nearby sirens. Adam was deaf to the world. The good moment was back.
Nigel had a habit of getting into dangerous situations like this one. Situations where the cops had been alerted of the blood on his face and the gun in his hands. Through the stains of his shirt, he could feel the blood soaking his hairy chest. This wasn’t new for Nigel in the slightest. He enjoyed the way the warm liquid cooled on him as he sharply turned a corner. There was nowhere for him to hide despite the fact that it was so dark out, but the flashing blue and red lights were getting closer and the pitchy siren was getting louder.
He hated doing this, but he needed to get inside an apartment building. Usually, his presence inside caused more eyes on him than necessary, but it was late enough that he took his chance and maneuvered a window open with minimal disturbance. He heard some shuffles from the inside of some of the apartments surrounding him, but there was no sign of trouble here. He watched the flashing lights pass the street he was on with a smug look on his face.
It wasn’t like Nigel was careless. Usually he had a contact to take care of the mess he made, but his temper got the best of him this time. It was simple. Nigel wanted what he wanted and the moron he wanted it from thought that it was a good idea to tell him no. He almost cackled recalling the event.
The blood had flown so quickly from the man's throat that you almost couldn’t tell that he was ever alive. It served him right. Nigel was not the man you wanted to screw around. Everyone in his life knew this and few ever chose to test it out. Unfortunately Jimmy, or whatever his name was (it was Mark), was not that smart. He deserved his fate. Maybe Nigel deserved his own. That didn’t make it any less exciting for him to take the kid’s life.
If anyone had stepped out of their apartments at this time of the night, they would have seen the crimson masterpiece that was Nigel tearing off his shirt. Scars had littered his body from head to toe, none of them healed in a promising manner. It was surprising that the man was even alive. Blood fell from his mouth and down to his chin, which he had unceremoniously licked clean.
He looked like a monster in the dimly lit hallway, his sharp teeth gleaming red. He figured he should probably look for a place to lay low within the building, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught. Nigel would easily be able to take care of anyone who tried to fuck with him, but he wasn’t interested in the clean up. He had enough blood caking his shoes and he couldn’t be more focused on getting them off of his feet.
A quick pass around the building revealed several lit up wall fixtures at each door, each one an obvious “NO”. He creeped toward the only door in the entire place that was unlit. Who the fuck turns the building hallway light off at night anyway? That was a recipe for getting your apartment broken into.
He worried for a second that perhaps the light was a false negative, and that the other side of the door would present him with an angry gun owner. He looked to the side of the door and noticed glow in the dark stars. Obviously a child lives here. Responsible parents would not turn the hallway light off if they wanted to protect the seven year old inside. He busted the door in.
Everything inside the apartment was dark, so Nigel fumbled around for a light switch until he found one. The room lit up in an instant, which was not as relieving as he wished it was. The apartment was perfectly clean and it would be obvious to the parents that he was here. He tumbled toward the kitchen area and tried to manage the few open wounds he had, but struggled to clean himself without the proper tools. He thought about just fucking off to bed for the night, but the dried blood was pulling at the hair on his chest.
With a groan, he trudged through the living room and rolled his eyes. More glowing stars and a goofy looking couch. Who the hell decorated this place? He continued toward what looked like it might be a bathroom and tried to push it open, grumbling about the work he had to do before he could finally rest for the night.
He tried the knob again when he realized it was locked and kicked at the door, splintering the wood and swinging it open with a dramatic creak. He struggled to find a light in the room and yelled out in frustration, punching at the dark tile and retracting it in pain. He’d have to ice that later.
Nigel raised his nose to the air and sniffed harshly, the scent of some coconutty body wash hitting him like a brick. He stared at what must have been a tub and realized that there was someone in it, probably a young woman from her small stature. Did she even notice him standing here?
Any normal, conscious person would have freaked out by now.
The lighting outside the room was dim, sure, but he literally busted the door open. Surely she would have heard him at this point. He stood there in disbelief and partial amusement, wondering what her face would look like once she saw the scary man in her bathroom. Nigel was finally able to hit a switch on the wall as he saw water fly overhead. He turned his head back to the woman- who was actually just a very frightened kid. Was he wearing earplugs in the bathtub? Why were the lights even off?
The boy had jumped upright in the bathtub, his eyes flying open. His lip started to tremble and his body wracked with tremors, pretty blue doe eyes staring up at Nigel. He bit down on his lip to try and stop the shaking, but all that he achieved was a bloody mess. Nigel looked at him predatorily, relishing the way the boy's lips parted in fear. Nigel greatly appreciated the lack of awareness that the kid seemed to have. His legs were spread, allowing for a perfect view of his lower half. Nigel stared hungrily, which must have tipped off the stranger to his vulnerability because he tried to awkwardly arrange himself out of Nigel’s view.
“No, no, no, don’t hide yourself from me,” Nigel half growled, “If I want to look at you, I’m going to look at you. Do you understand me?”
Nigel wasn’t even sure if the kid had heard him. If he did, he certainly made no show of it. Even at the first second of panic, he had averted his eyes as quickly as possible and frowned. The earplugs were still in his ears, which made Nigel extremely mad. He did not tolerate disrespect, no matter how pretty the bitch was.
He stalked toward the boy and reached for his ears. This had apparently freaked him out as he started flailing. Not that Nigel was surprised but the boy was crying, eyes were already red. It looked divine on him. Nigel wanted to see that in a different, much more intimate context. For now, Nigel stuck to pulling the earplugs out and grabbing hold of the boy's face, kneeling at the side of the tub.
“I’m speaking to you, are you listening now?” he questioned with a scowl.
“Please give them back,” was all that the boy replied, his tongue poking past his lip to lick at the blood that had been gathering. He grimaced at either the sting or the taste. Nigel didn’t care. He just wanted to taste it himself.
“You’re fucking rude. I don’t think you really understand the situation at hand,” Nigel started, “Tell me your name.”
He watched as the kid shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull his face from the gruff man’s hands. The smell of blood overpowered the body wash in the room, and it was obvious the kid wanted nothing to do with it. Nigel just gripped his face harder and pulled it even closer to his own, making it extraordinarily more difficult for the prey to avert his gaze.
He made a big show of presenting his teeth in a threatening array, pressing his index against the kid’s lip so as to draw out more blood. Nigel was captivated with the contrast of the red on the younger one’s creamy skin. He leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the lip so sweetly presented in front of him, a low rumble sounding from his chest as he tasted him.
The boy's eyes went wide with fear, and something else that neither of them could truly identify yet. His shoulders drooped and he let out a wail not dissimilar to that of a childs, Nigel wasn’t even sure how old he was yet. Fuck. He pressed a hand against the boy's mouth and caressed his smooth thigh until Nigel was sure that the crying hadn’t alerted anyone.
Truthfully, he didn’t give a shit if anyone heard Nigel making the pretty thing cry in other ways. Nigel liked making his property explicit. It just couldn’t be this specific cry on this specific night. He removed his hand from the supple lips he had felt up and moved it to gently grasp at the head of hair in front of him. The soft curls were dripping as he tugged at them.
Nigel tried again, “Come on. What’s your name, Princess?”
The boy looked stunned, clearly not expecting a pet name, nevertheless a feminine one.
“I’m not a girl.”
Nigel was getting fed up now. He pulled at the kid's hair and angled his head backward, exposing his neck. This must have really scared him because he had actually tried to hit Nigel while meeting eyes with the monster. Nigel attempted to stifle a laugh, failing as he moved the one hand from the boy’s thigh to grab both of his wrists.
It was pathetic, really. Nigel was obviously much bigger and stronger than him. Not that the kid had really noticed, his eyes never focusing on him. The scars trailing from each part of his body were testament to the danger that Nigel could easily bring to the feeble boy. He decided to make that evident, bringing a hand down across the boy’s face. A bright red mark had sprung about the soft skin, a quiet whimper echoing off the bathroom walls.
“I will not ask again. Your name.”
Nigel stared intensely at the kid who was clearly struggling to make a decision. Truthfully, he didn’t really care what the kid chose to do. He would get what he wanted soon enough. His eyes began to flick between the tub full of water and the handle of the shower.
“Do you want to go back to taking your bath, Sweetheart? Is that it?” Nigel taunted, his intentions remaining unclear until a hand dropped back in the boy’s hair, submerging his head under water without warning. No earplugs. When Nigel brought his head back up, the kid looked utterly defeated. Water dripped out of his ears and the tension started to build in his head.
Meltdown.
Nigel shoved him back under a few times, each time harsher than the last, to no avail. He was growing impatient, but he would be lying if he said the foreplay wasn’t fun. Nigel made no attempt at hiding the growing bulge in his pants, as if the boy would even see it.
Suddenly Nigel was stood up tall, towering over the boy.
“You’re too comfortable in your nice warm bath, hm? Let’s cool it down for you,” he mocked cruelly, turning the knob of the shower all the way to cold. He banged a fist against the wall in anger, watching the kid writhe beneath him.
“Is that better for you, Princess? You spoiled fucking brat.”
The air was sucked out of the strange boy’s lungs, desperately trying to escape the freezing rain. He held his hands up above his head and failed miserably to sit up, doubling over in pain with every little drop. Nigel turned the water off after a few minutes and watched with no expression on his face as the kid started to thrash. It just looked like a stupid tantrum.
He turned the water back on and waited for the boy to realize the gravity of the situation. Nigel would not give in.
The boy had eventually slumped over under the spray, mouth moving ever so slightly. Nigel started to grin, turning the handle for the last time and abandoning it completely. He moved down toward the floor to raise the boy’s chin upwards, smiling successfully. The boy parted his lips and exhaled shakily, his naked body betraying any sense of dignity that he could have retained. He mouthed his name weakly, no sound coming out. Nigel blamed this on the torture he had just endured and graciously allowed him try again, nodding toward him.
“Ah-” the boy panted, not expecting such a hoarse sound to come out of his throat.
“Try again,” Nigel whispered encouragingly. Well, about as encouraging as he could pretend to be.
“Adam.”
“Good fucking boy,” Nigel praised, running a hand through Adam’s frigid hair. If Nigel didn’t know any better, he would have thought that Adam had leaned into the touch. Adam didn’t seem like he got touched often. For the life of him, Nigel couldn’t imagine why. The fragile boy beneath him was beautiful, with his busted lip looking puffy and wet. Nigel wanted to bruise him.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? I just wanted to take a bath. Please leave me alone, I have to wake up early for work tomorrow,” Adam spurted out frantically. He couldn’t help the way the words were tumbling out of his mouth. The insides of his ears were still wet from being dunked under the water and his body was shaking from the cold.
He couldn’t imagine why this man was in his bathroom so late into the night. Did this man consider it early morning? He knew that Beth would have called it nighttime, but he didn’t know anything about this stranger.
The tension in Adam’s head started getting stronger until he felt like he was going to burst. He put his hand over his eyes and pressed the other one against Nigel, trying to get some leverage to stand up. He thought about how dirty the man was and how he would probably need to take another bath, but now he was feeling very hesitant about the prospect of the bathroom in its entirety.
“Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to move,” Nigel stated blandly, as if he wasn’t really concerned about whether the boy would scream or fight or try to escape. The man could easily hold him down.
Besides, he was very curious about the bare boy in front of him. Every delicate inch of skin looked pretty enough to puncture. Nigel wondered how he would look turned around in the water, a tight hand on his hips and sharp teeth pressed against his jugular.
Nigel had a sudden thought.
“Were you fucking sleeping in the bath?”
The boy didn’t respond, he just kept trying to move out of the tub. Nigel thought that it seemed a little erratic, especially with the way he covered his eyes the whole time. This kid was fucking weird. Nigel simply pushed a hand against the younger man’s torso, slightly chuckling at how easy it was to keep him subdued. He couldn’t wait to mark him.
“You need to turn the lights off. I need a q-tip. You got water all inside my ear. Why are you being so mean to me? I need to wake up early tomorrow!” Adam seemed to have a habit of making disconnected statements, Nigel might have found it endearing if it didn't bother him so much to be ignored.
“You’re really starting to piss me the fuck off,” he began, “One minute you’re silent, the next you don’t stop babbling. Are you retarded or something?” Adam stopped struggling and scrunched up his face.
“I have Autism Spectrum Disorder. It isn’t very nice to say that,” he lectured the older man with seemingly not much emotion.
Nigel didn’t much care for the specifics and preferred to keep the interaction casual in terms of personal information. All he really wanted to stay out of prison. That, and to see the boy’s lips wrapped around his cock. “So you’re retarded,” he insisted, intending to get a rise out of him.
All of a sudden Adam had lurched forward and tried to tackle Nigel, desperate for a way out of the bathroom. He just wanted to get dried, dressed, and tucked into bed. He couldn’t understand why he had the misfortune of being harassed by the intruder. Unfortunately, Adam didn’t have much in the way of strength and was immediately tossed aside. His head slammed against the wall and he wailed in pain, pressing both hands to his eyes and kicking his feet. The tension had released.
“Get out of my apartment! Get out! I hate you! Get out, I need to go to sleep!” he screamed a bit too loudly for Nigel’s tastes. It was petulant, really, and Nigel decided that it was time to get a bit more serious with the brat splayed out in front of him. He backhanded Adam and invaded his personal space, holding his mouth shut.
“God! Do you ever fucking shut up?” Nigel pulled a knife out of his back pocket and held it up to Adam’s throat.
For the first time of the night, Adam locked eyes with the stranger and stopped trying to get away. Never did it occur to him that he was actually in danger. To Adam, the whole event just felt like a miserable interruption to his day. His head was pounding and the water had started to dry on him in ways that he didn’t enjoy. Now, however, his eyes were wide with panic and he felt genuine fear for his life. His whole body had stilled and his lip went back to trembling, an uneasy feeling building in his stomach.
“That’s a good girl. Finally learned to sit still,” Nigel smirked as he spoke, utterly confusing the distressed boy in front of him. Nigel pressed the tip of the blade closer to Adam’s porcelain skin, his hard on standing just as threateningly beneath his pants. Adam whimpered at the contact with the weapon and tried to lean back, unsuccessfully meeting the wall.
“You’re going to listen to me now, aren’t you baby?”
Adam tried to nod but hesitated as the knife dug in. His hands began to fidget and he tried to keep back the fearful cry in his throat. He couldn’t help the way that the tears kept flowing and he grabbed onto Nigel’s legs. Nigel thought that Adam was attempting to fight him again and motioned to hurt the boy. After a few seconds, the criminal realized that the boy couldn’t help it. He was grabbing onto him for some perverted kind of comfort. Right. Autistic. Nigel didn’t mind this, honestly. He only wondered how much farther he could take it. The thought made him groan.
In all the water that the boy had been drenched in, Nigel hadn’t realized just how much Adam was crying, it was like a waterfall. He reached his free hand toward the frightened boy and wiped his cheek rather roughly, taking note of the way that Adam’s breath hitched and his back arched. It was fucking torturous. Nigel couldn’t help but to lean forward and lick away the remaining tears, enjoying the way that Adam trembled and whined. He dragged his tongue painstakingly slowly across the skin and laughed when the boy held tighter onto him.
“You’re really something. I might just consider letting you live if you keep letting me taste you,” he remarked. Adam didn’t understand why Nigel wanted to “taste him”, but the threat was evident and it terrified him. Nigel had absolutely no intention of killing him, but Adam didn’t know that.
Adam thought about how Harlan would feel coming to his apartment and finding his lifeless body in the bathroom. He thought about how he would never get to go to space and how Beth would never come back. He thought about how all of the glow in the dark stars he had up would get taken down by whoever moved in next.
All of this proved to be too much for Adam to think about at what must have been three in the morning. With all of the focus switching back and forth inside his head, Nigel was the only one to realize that Adam had wet himself. The knife had long been retracted from his throat and the older man was standing up, looking down at the boy. Nigel knew he’d have Adam bursting, he just wasn’t sure this is what he expected.
“Please- please don’t kill me. My stars…” his voice trailed off, staring at the man’s bloody boots. His body slid down closer to the floor and he became enveloped in his own mess. The tears fell harder and his head hung low, reaching an arm out for Nigel. The man was unaffected by the boy’s feelings but wanted to get him out of his own piss, at least.
“I’m going to get towels and something to clean this up. You’re going to stay here and wait for me. Is that clear?” Nigel didn’t really trust that the boy wouldn’t go and call for help, but he didn’t really have much of a choice. If he was ever going to get to sleep tonight, he would have to keep Adam in the same room- he did not want to smell piss in his sleep. Adam made no indication of hearing what was being said to him, so Nigel had grabbed him by the hair and sat him up.
“Jesus, kid. You are not making this easy. Not that it matters, I have a few ideas in mind about how you can make it up to me sooner or later,”
Nigel exited the bathroom and searched around the apartment for cleaning products. He listened once in a while for any sound of the boy trying to escape or call or do anything other than cry, but it was silent. Nigel found an isolated door and opened it, relieved that he didn’t need to search anymore. Adam was good about this, at least. He had all of it in one closet, neatly arranged to pick from.
He grabbed a few towels and whatever was on the middle shelf and made his way back to the bathroom, finding Adam staring expectantly at him. His blue eyes were strained and red, bitten lip turning a dark and bruised color. Nigel placed whatever he was holding on the vanity next to him and helped Adam up, directing him back to the tub. Adam made a noise in protest but allowed himself to be pushed around, not wanting to come face to face with the knife again.
“Get yourself nice and pretty while I clean up your mess,” he commanded, handing the boy whatever body wash was in the caddy above. Nigel made quick work of drying up the floor and looked back at the boy sitting still in the tub.
“Hey! I gave you an order!” he barked, scowling at a petrified Adam shaking like a leaf.
He sighed and finished up, moving the towels into an emptied laundry basket. He moved to sit on the edge of the tub and crossed his arms against his chest, blood flaking off into the water next to Adam. He wondered if the boy could even hear him anymore.
Maybe he should have held off on the knife. It wasn’t like there was any genuine reason to use it, but he was getting fed up with the blabbering. He reached a hand out and smoothed Adam’s hair back, wondering if he should just clean the kid up himself. Both of them just wanted to get in bed and sleep until next week. Nigel propped himself up and began undressing, keeping watch of the way Adam stayed completely in place.
He leaned over the tub and pushed at the drain until the water retreated in a small spiral, his bare torso grazing Adam’s face. The boy flinched and his eyelashes fluttered, breath catching in his throat.
“Great. You’re alive. I’m going to get in the shower with you and we’re both going to get clean for the night,” Nigel stated exasperatedly, pushing at Adam with his naked foot so that he could get in beside him.
Neither of them had really anticipated this outcome, especially regarding the lack of personal space. The tub was small and there wasn’t much room for either of them to stand apart. Nigel turned the warm water on and began washing himself, grumbling when he noticed Adam’s lack of movement.
The boy looked deflated, hands sat loosely at his waist and his head leaning to one side. Nigel kept to himself, scrubbing clean with whatever fruity scent Adam kept in stock. He felt like a fucking pansy. He made his way through each limb, starting then at his face. He was getting ready to scrub his chest when he heard a timid voice speak up.
“Need help,” whimpered Adam, staring hesitantly up at Nigel, afraid to get hit again.
Adam was feeling weak from the abuse and was too embarrassed to move on his own. Nigel didn’t have it in him to get mad again. Shit, at least the boy was being compliant. The cruel man crouched down next to the nervous boy, reaching his hands out to pull him up. Adam allowed himself to be moved around, not complaining when his hands were placed Adam’s on the bloody man’s torso.
“Can you hold yourself up?” Nigel asked gruffly, licking his lips as he thought about how submissive the young boy was being.
Adam just nodded in response and kept his eyes trained on the floor. He looked beautiful standing there with his hair cascading over his face, but Nigel wanted Adam to look at him when he touched him. He tilted the boy’s head up and took note of the way his lips parted every time he so much as grazed him. Fuck.
The older man picked up the shampoo that stood next to him, carelessly letting it drip all over the boy. He turned Adam around and pushed him up against the wall, watching him steady himself with small hands. He scrubbed at his scalp, his fingertips gently massaging the boy’s wet curls.
It would be so easy to control his head like this, pretty lips wrapped around his cock as he finished down his throat. Adam let his head fall back, unconsciously seeking out the feeling of the man’s calloused hands in his hair. He pulled gently on a handful of his hair, causing Adam to let out a small moan. Nigel took the opportunity to massage his shoulders, staring at the way the boy’s muscles flexed back.
He turned Adam back around and moved on to lathering his hands in the coconut-rice milk body wash that sat next to him. Pressing a bubbly hand to the small of Adam’s back, he watched Adam’s back, clearly not used to the feeling. He attempted to readjust himself and fell forward into the bigger man’s chest, face to face with just how broad it was.
Nigel took advantage of the contact, dragging his nails down the soft skin. Adam furrowed his brows and pushed on Nigel, not understanding what the older man intended to do to him. Nigel was erratic and unpredictable, he knew that, but the specifics were lost on Adam even in the intimate space.
“Don’t pull back. Just let it happen Princess,” he spoke into the boy’s ear, tugging on his earlobe with his sharp teeth.
Adam hadn’t realized how sharp they were until the threat was looming above him. Nigel let his hand fall lower, palming at the boy’s cheeks as they pressed closer to each other. He took the opportunity to explore the surrounding area, soaping up Adam’s smaller cock with his rough hand.
The calloused feeling made Adam shiver under the warm water, silently pleading with Nigel to move on. The man noticed his discomfort and hummed, letting his hand wander higher up mercifully. He continued on with cleaning the boy, taking extra care of his little pink nipples. Adam was extremely reactive, more than any woman Nigel had ever met. Every noise and movement fed Nigel’s hunger. It took everything in him not to bend the boy over and take him on the floor.
Adam made an attempt to separate from Nigel, making the older man corner him possessively. He cast his eyes downward, embarrassed of the proximity and the way the man kept trying to consume him. Nigel finished up and let the soap wash off of his hands, caressing Adam’s face as he towered over him. He let a finger travel the boy’s lips, entertained by the way he flinched and pitifully grabbed at the man for support.
The bruising had doubled during their short time in the bathroom, no doubt thanks to Nigel’s aggressive handling and Adam’s nervous habit. He pushed his index past the bottom lip and a violent sound erupted from the man’s chest as he tried his best not to finger fuck the boy’s poor mouth. Adam’s tongue met the man’s finger unintentionally and Nigel couldn’t help but to push further, trying to find the boy’s gag reflex. He wanted to see how far he could take it before the kid would finally give in and beg him to stop.
It seemed like Adam wasn’t even aware of the way his tongue danced with his finger. Every intrusion from Nigel warranted a wet response from the small boy, and he abused it. He simply added another finger to his mouth, pressing his lips to Adam’s neck and biting down. The boy cried out, desperately trying to push the older man off of him.
He had been feeling overwhelmed throughout the entire interaction, but this had crossed every line for him. Nigel simply grabbed the boys wrists and pinned them back, continuing his attack. He allowed his teeth to pull at the delicate skin, sucking on it until Adam was practically falling over. When he let up there was a big purple mark decorating the throat, capillaries swelling. Adam had gotten worked up again, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Why do you want to hurt me? I haven’t done anything wrong to you. I want to go to sleep,” he pleaded, attempting to untangle himself from Nigel’s grasp.
“You’ll get to sleep soon. Relax yourself,” Nigel responded without acknowledging Adam’s question.
He clearly didn’t understand how desperately Nigel wanted to use him if he thought that he was just hurting him. He pushed the two fingers all the way back and the boy gagged, reflexively biting down on the intrusive fingers. The man laughed mockingly, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on Adam’s pained face.
“You’re just easy too fuck with, letting me push you around like this. You can’t even help yourself,” he taunted, letting go of the boy entirely.
Adam had all but crumbled to the ground, his knees banging against the tile. Nigel stepped out from the tub and turned the water off while Adam sat there alone. He picked up a spare towel that he brought in earlier, drying himself off and wrapping it around his waist.
“Do you plan on getting up anytime soon?”
“Can you– I just…”
“What’s wrong? Was I too rough with the little Princess?”
Adam remained silent, his face flushing red. In all his humiliation, he hadn’t even noticed the way his little cock had hardened. Nigel, of course, was acutely aware of this fact but chose to leave the boy alone for the moment. He’d have plenty of time to torment him in the future, but it was nearing four in the morning and he just wanted to fucking knock out with the boy between his legs.
Nigel hoisted Adam up from under the arms and directed him out onto the bath mat, taking his time drying him off. His body shifted with Nigel’s manipulation, allowing the man to push him around with ease. He took his time dragging the fabric across every inch of his body, making sure to get a full view of the boy’s hole.
He could tell that Adam was starting to fall asleep with the way that his body was folding, so he started looking for a comb. Adam seemed like he’d be very particular about the fact that his hair would knot and he really didn’t want to hear the boy complain about it.
Nigel stomped around the bathroom for a few more minutes so that he could brush Adam’s teeth for him. He seemed somewhat averse to the feeling and tried multiple times to escape the brush, but the taller man stuck to it and finished up in his mouth. In another closet, he found a few fresh toiletries that he used to get himself ready for bed too.
Adam seemed to be completely out of it at this point, the series of events catching up to his frail body. Nigel watched him teetering over, laughing to himself about the way that Adam’s eyes had closed completely.
“You alright kid?” he asked, steadying the boy with a strong arm.
Adam hadn’t responded in any way, probably exhausted from the emotional turbulence he had experienced. Nigel lifted the bare boy up with zero difficulty and held him to his chest, exiting the bathroom to find a place to retire for the night. He was sure that Adam would be confused in the morning but he couldn't be bothered to sleep on the couch.
After turning a corner, Nigel found a room decorated from head to toe like a solar system. In the corner was a chair designed like a rocket ship and a freestanding space suit. Nigel made a mental note to pester Adam about the interest, wondering how he could possibly care about something so much.
He made his way toward the bed and placed Adam on one half, enjoying the way that his hips looked when he was laying on his side. He searched for something to restrain Adam with, opting to pull out a few belts from the boy’s drawer. He cuffed Adam’s arms to the headboard and tied his legs together with the belt. Adam hadn’t even made a sound throughout the whole endeavor.
He plopped himself on the bed next to Adam, the weight shift shaking Adam’s body for a second. The two of them were naked beside each other and Nigel had pulled himself closer, placing a hand between his legs while gently caressing his small dick.
The boy whined in his sleep, trying to avoid the contact. Nigel kept going, letting his fingers wander across Adam’s tight hole. He wanted to press inside but opted not to, figuring it would hurt him in ways that he wasn’t currently interested in. He figured that the boy was a virgin, too, and he wanted Adam to be awake when he would finally enter his body.
With Adam’s small body beside him, Nigel turned over and held him to his chest. His chest rose with every small breath while Nigel softly stroked his thigh. He wondered how Adam would look in the morning, eyes wide with fear when he realized that Nigel wasn’t just a nightmare. He pulled the blanket over the both of them, closing his eyes with Adam’s soft body in his hands.