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Aug. 14th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Belly Up 2/3
He runs for a while, until he tires himself out, and then checks himself into a shitty little motel room with crap water pressure, stiff sheets, and no cable.

His cheetah is pretty snarky with the way it says that Adam spoiled him, that he should go back to Adam, that Adam is the reason he has nice things, but he’s gone pretty much his entire life ignoring what his cheetah thinks, so he falls into the bed and watches some terrible quality tv for a while.

He gets lonely fast. It sucks – he’s never really been all by himself before, always had family or friends or coalition. It doesn’t take long for his uneasiness to set in, either – he’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere, he has no one he knows around, and he tends to get into trouble despite his natural submissive nature.

Or maybe because of it, he’s not really sure. Even non-weres seem to pick up on it and think they can bully him into doing something he doesn’t want to.

He falls asleep feeling neglected and under protected. It’s not really a feeling he’s used to.

He runs a little more after he wakes up, and then he hops on a bus for a while. It brings him closer to home, but it’s not like he has any reason to be there, so he’s taking his time.

He picks up dinner at a grocery store, ignoring the blatant stares of some of the guys hanging around. He can’t tell if they want to fuck him or eat him, neither of which really bode well for him, so he hurries back to his motel room, senses on alert.

There’s something off about the motel, though, so he stops before he can get too close to it, squinting at his room from a distance.

He can’t quite figure it out, so he inches a little closer, making sure to take his time. His instincts aren’t telling him to run, which is a little weird, because that’s what they normally do when he’s in some kind of danger.

The smell of Alpha hits him about two hundred feet away. He stops dead in his tracks. If he can smell Alpha from here, Alpha can definitely smell him.

And if Alpha isn’t looking to see who’s on his territory, that means Alpha is waiting for him. Which means there’s only one Alpha it could be – not that Tommy didn’t already know that from the smell.

He drops his food and runs.

This time, he doesn’t stop running until he’s literally staggering down the road, and then he catches a bus. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding since he left the motel, and he knows that makes him a bigger target for other Alphas, but he can’t make it stop.

His cheetah is begging him to go back, or at least to stop running and let Adam find him, let Adam take him home, let Adam take care of him.

He doesn’t. He’s terrified, but he’s still human enough to know that Adam told him to go, and that if Adam wanted him to be his sub he would’ve already claimed him.

The only reason he can think of for Adam coming after him now is because he disrespected him, and for an Alpha that means getting stripped of some of his power. Tommy should just let him take it back, but for an unattached sub that would mean a lashing, and he really, really doesn’t want to be beat.

He swallows a sob and stares blankly at the landscape passing him by. Maybe if he gets home someone can help him.

He doesn’t stop again until he’s literally too tired to think, and then he checks into a pay by the hour motel, promising himself that he’s only gonna sleep a couple of hours, just enough so he can see straight again.

He does wake up again in a couple of hours, but it’s because there’s someone else in the room with him, moving around. Tommy tries to scramble up, but he can’t move at all.

All he can smell is his own distress bleeding off of him, and he knew he should’ve fucking tried harder to get his heartbeat under control, but it’s too late now.

He buries his face in the pillows and tries not to cry.

“Tommy,” a voice says sharply. Tommy shudders and lies very still, trying not to attract more attention to himself. He knows who it is now, and all he can hope is that Adam goes easy on him. He can’t afford to stay in this motel while his back heals, not with their rates.


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