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isolde13
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:30 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
OMG, MORE!!!

I'm ready. I can take it!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:37 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
There'll be more in a bit. Just trying to get it right.
untamedfilly
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
I'm keeping you company bb!
isolde13
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:41 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
We can hold hands to get each other through this...

What do you think? Is Adam going to rape him? .......Maybe I should take that question to twitter...
untamedfilly
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
Good twitter question. In my mind there are only three scenarios, given the warnings. Don't want to think too much, cos I want to see where the author takes it, but hand holding sounds like a good plan considering....
isolde13
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
I just sent you a dm. lol
hadmyheart
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
Why did I not know I need this?
hadmyheart
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS SOMEONE FUCKING WRITE THIS I NEED MORE TAYDAM NOW
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:29 am (UTC)
FILL: Fly Away With You 8/??
Tommy starts laughing, but stops as soon as Adam adjusts his grip, trapping Tommy’s hand between his stomach and Adam’s hips. He looks up again and sees a kind of doubt in Adam’s face he hasn’t seen since high school, when a ghost of it was present on the faces of most of the girls.

“You know, maybe this is a bad idea . . . “ Adam’s voice trails off. Tommy locks his free hand behind Adam’s neck.

“We’re friends, right?” he says, and it’d be nice if he had a third hand to do something comforting with, but if he moves now Adam’s going to either drop him, and Tommy isn’t thrilled with the idea of landing on his ass. “If it sucks, we have this hilarious story about how you’re not this huge threat to the heterosexuality of the entire male population after all, and if it doesn’t, we . . . figure out if we want to do anything with it or not, I guess,” he finishes, and that sounds stupid, it sounds really fucking lame, and that look on Adam’s face isn’t going away, and finally Tommy just leans against his shoulder because he’s not the one with the magic talking capabilities and there’s not a whole lot more he can say. Finally he decides if he’s going to sound stupid he can at least make Adam laugh. “So are we devirginizing entrances tonight or what?”

It’s a fine line to gamble, but it works—Adam starts laughing and rests his forehead against Tommy’s hair. “Does it really sound that lame?” he asks, and Tommy can’t help it—he has to tell the truth.

“Yeah. You need serious practice.”

Adam frees Tommy’s hand, and Tommy gets back to work on Adam’s jeans zip. Finally he’s able to hook his fingers under the waistband to push everything down Adam’s legs, and after a minute Adam shifts to the side again to get his legs free.

“Are you—“

“Ask me one more time if I’m sure and I’m gonna ask if you need help for those short-term memory issues,” Tommy interrupts. Adam gives him a kind of long-suffering look.

“I was going to ask if you were okay or if you need to move,” Adam says. Tommy doesn’t waste time on being embarrassed—he just hitches himself a couple of inches higher.

“I’m okay now.” And he is, mostly, just kind of nervous because yeah, this isn’t anything he ever had on his list of things to do and he’s kind of scared how it’s going to turn out, but he’s pretty sure he’s with the best person possible for trying this kind of thing.

“I don’t bite on the first date,” Adam tells him, and it’s too serious-sounding to be a total joke but Tommy laughs a little anyway and tries to relax against the wall to take some of the strain off Adam’s arm. Adam holds up the lube he dug out of his nightstand. “Help me out here?” he asks, and Tommy takes it and flips the cap, drizzling it over Adam’s fingers.

“How much?”

Adam waits, then nods. “’s good.” He reaches down and around and Tommy jumps before settling back against the wall, finally reaching up to stroke Adam’s hair. It’s going to stick up funny in the morning if he doesn’t get a shower, but Tommy doesn’t have a whole lot of room to move. Adam goes back to kissing his neck, which actually feels pretty damn good when his blood vessels aren’t being snapped at, and Tommy turns his head to the side while he wonders if he should get nervous again. Adam pulls his mouth off Tommy’s neck.

“Look at me,” he says, and coming out of Adam it still sounds like not a whole lot more than a suggestion, so Tommy does, and that’s when Adam decides to push forward and Tommy slams his eyes shut. Adam stops.

“It hurts a hell of a lot less if you chill,” Adam tells him. Tommy nods and takes a deep breath, trying to simultaneously relax and remind himself he did sign himself up for this, and if it embarrasses the hell out of him and he ends up asking Adam not to tell there’s not another single soul on earth who’ll ever know. Adam strokes Tommy’s arm.

“Hey. Tell you a secret,” he suggests, and Tommy looks back up at him. “Take a deep breath and let it out slow.”

Tommy does, and this time when Adam moves it doesn’t hurt. “The hell—“

“Yogic breathing,” Adam grins at him. “When you breathe out you automatically relax—“

“Save me the new-age shit for another time, would you?” Tommy asks. He’s not panicking anymore, but it’s still weird, and he’d like to know Adam’s at least paying a little attention.
janesgravity
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 8/??
Heeeeeeeeeee :D <3
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (16/?)
Something hummed beneath Adam’s skin as wisps of steam filled the small space, something visceral and insistent. He watched Tommy through the half-transparent shower curtain, eyes tracing over the delicate lines of Tommy’s body as he moved slowly in the shower, running slender hands over his face and arms and torso, washing off the scent of the men who had used him. Adam saw Tommy lean forward, one hand reaching between his thighs while the other lay flat on the wall, and he almost gasped as another memory came hurtling back. In his mind’s eye, he saw Tommy on his knees at the top of the bed, body tight against the low, slatted headboard. He was canted forward, his face pressed against the wall, a strong hand at the back of his neck holding him in place. Tommy’s lips were parted, futile pleas falling from them as the man behind him fucked him. And his hands—his hands were flat against the wall, bracing his body, just as he was doing now.

Fuck. The driving want was back, racing through Adam, making his cock grow half-hard in his jeans. Half a minute later, Tommy turned off the shower and reached out a trembling hand to pull the shower curtain open. He was dripping wet, rivulets of warm water running down his pale, bruised skin, blond hair dark and plastered to his head. So goddamned pretty still. And Adam had him alone.

“I’m done,” Tommy announced shyly, voice low and face filling in with color. How it was that he could still blush after everything that had been done to him, Adam couldn’t begin to guess.

Adam smiled and straightened up from the counter, grabbing the towel off the rack and tossing it over his shoulder. Then he held out his hand for Tommy to take and helped him out of the bathtub.

“Come on. I’ll get you dry in the bedroom.”

Tommy allowed Adam to pull him along, moving stiffly still, little gasps of pain accompanying each step until they stopped beside the bed. Adam dragged the towel off his shoulder then and began to dry him up, starting with Tommy’s hair and then working methodically down his face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, back, and torso. When he reached Tommy’s lower abdomen, Adam paused.

“Lie down on the bed,” he said. “It’ll be easier that way for the rest. I don’t want you to fall or strain yourself more than necessary.”

Tommy nodded and moved to obey. Adam helped him down onto the bed. Then he kicked off his own shoes and socks quickly and settled down at the foot of the bed.

“Spread your legs a little,” Adam said. “Make some room for me so I can dry you off and get you dressed.”

Once again, Tommy did what Adam told him, his unquestioning obedience revealing an unfortunate level of trust.

Adam started at his feet, running the towel over both of them before moving further up, rubbing the thick cloth along his lower legs, his knees, and then his thighs. As Adam moved, memories kept coming hard and fast, crystal clear images of Tommy on this bed, on his back, on his hands and knees, screaming, begging endlessly as he got fucked over and over again. The memories made Adam’s hands shake a little, made him pause for a few seconds every once in a while as lust slammed through him. A while ago, he had wondered what Tommy would look like up close, what it would feel like to run a finger over his leaking hole. Adam didn’t have to wonder anymore. He didn’t have to imagine it. He could do anything he wanted, and Tommy couldn’t stop him.

Adam tossed the towel to the floor. Then he shifted up, grabbing a pillow from the other side of the bed and pushing it beneath Tommy’s hips.

“What?” Tommy gasped out. He tried to push up on his elbows, but the strain of it made him gasp even louder, this time from pain, not confusion, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

“It’s okay. Relax.” Adam reached out and pushed Tommy’s thighs wide apart, fingers digging into skin that was already scratched up and bruised.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:14 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (17/?)
“Wait…wait…what are you doing?” Tommy’s voice was shaky with renewed fear and the threat of fresh tears.

Adam didn’t answer. He was barely even listening. Instead he stared down at Tommy, immediately fascinated by what he saw, gasping almost as that sensation beneath his skin hummed louder, making his blood roar loudly in his ears and crowding every thought that wasn’t tied to this out of his head.

Tommy looked…he looked completely broken down, marked and used. Adam moved closer, pushing Tommy’s thighs even wider, lifting one leg by the back of the knee so that he could see everything. Tommy’s hole was flushed a deep red, the rim swollen and stretched-looking. In the light of the room, Adam could see how raw the skin looked, could see the bruising and the sliver-thin tears. As he stared, Tommy moaned pitifully, body shifting in a feeble attempt to twist free of Adam’s grip. As he moved, Adam could see that Tommy hadn’t cleaned himself fully in the shower, perhaps because of the pain. He could tell, because as Tommy moved, his hole clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened, and each time it did, cum leaked out of him, slick and obscene as it slid down the crease of his ass.

Adam moved before he even realized he’d made the decision, reaching between Tommy’s legs and running a curious finger directly over Tommy’s dripping hole.

“Don’t. Adam, please, please don’t.”

Adam hushed him and began to circle Tommy’s entrance, two fingers pressing into the skin, sliding slickly through the cum dripping from him.

“You’re so wet,” Adam breathed out, voice tight with lust and a twisted form of reverence. “They left you so loose and wet.”

“Adam…please. You’re hurting me…please.”

Adam pressed in, shaking a little, his breath coming louder and rougher. He had two fingers thrust in halfway when Tommy began to struggle in earnest, hands pushing at Adam’s wrist weakly. He was sobbing again, gasping and whimpering in pain as Adam pushed his fingers into him.

“Stop. I can’t do it again. I can’t…please. Please stop.”

Adam let go of Tommy’s leg and batted Tommy’s hands away with his free hand at the same time that he thrust his fingers in to the hilt.

Tommy screamed, but the sound was hoarse now as it escaped his overworked throat. “Stop. Stop. Please.

“Easy, Tommy, easy,” Adam said, reaching out to raise Tommy’s leg high and wide again as he pulled out and slipped in a third finger, shoving in to the hilt on the first thrust. “Fuck. You’re so open and wet for it.” Adam twisted his fingers inside Tommy’s body and Tommy cried out in response, sobs growing louder.

Tommy’s hands reached out again, pushing at Adam’s lower arm, but the motion barely registered with so little power behind it. All the same, Adam let out a groan of frustration and pulled his fingers free of Tommy’s body. He got off the bed and unbuckled his belt, sliding the black leather free of his jeans. Then he reached out, leaning over Tommy a little to wrap a hand around one of the wooden slats in the head board. It would hold, Adam decided. And besides, Tommy was too weak to pull that hard.

Decision made, Adam grabbed a hold of Tommy’s arms and stretched them up over his head, looping his leather belt around Tommy's wrists before tying him to the headboard.

“Please. I can’t take any more. Please. Adam. Adam.”

Tommy called out, begging in that small, broken voice. But Adam wasn’t listening.
valress
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (17/?)
Oh my god.... I.. Please need more
isolde13
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:25 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (17/?)
You're killing me. OMG, you're literally killing me here.
isolde13
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:32 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 8
OMG you guys - thank you so much for the replies. I don't want to clutter the meme otherwise I'd respond to you individually. Just know that I really appreciate it.

They send him home.

Not home though. Not really. Home is far away. Home feels like a hundred lifetimes ago.

They release him. Back to the hotel.

A concussion.

Fourteen stitches.

Two cracked ribs.

Multiple contusions and abrasions.

Moderate bruising with minor tearing.

A prescription for pain medication and anti-inflammatories. Antibiotics.

Pamphlets for sexual assault survivors.

He clutches these last in his hands, crumpling them until someone pulls them away, whispering, low and soothing, that it's all going to be all right.

He gives them up. Doesn't care.

So tired now.

They gave him something, at the hospital, for the pain.

After all the probing, all the prodding, all the pictures, all the swabs and the questions . . . they finally gave him something to take the edge off the hurt.

it works.

He's tired.

Numb.

Feels a little dead inside. But it's better. It's better than when things were too bright, too urgent; all fire and burning and sharp.

"I'll stay with him," Adam says. Not to him. Talking about him, not to him.

He looks around, sees that they're back in the hotel room. He doesn't remember the journey, how they got here.

Things are fuzzy now.

Dull.

Dead.

"Are you sure, Adam? You've got an interview-"

"Cancel it."

And just like that, it's done.

Tommy registers that Lane and Monte are telling him goodnight, giving awkward half-pats at his shoulder as if they're afraid to touch him.

He nods at them. Waits until they leave.

Just him and Adam now.

Just him and Adam.

"Let's get you to bed, huh?"

Tommy shakes his head. Slow-motion. Everything's moving in slow motion. "I wanna shower."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Tommy."

Tommy looks at Adam, cranes his neck to see. "Why?"

"You can barely stand. What if you fall in there, huh?"

Tommy wraps his arms around his middle. Shivers. "I need to, ok? I just need to get clean."

"You took one at the hospital, Tommy. You just need to sleep."

"Need to shower. Need to."

Silence. Just for a moment. Silence.

"How about a bath? Would that help?"

Tommy nods. Slow. Fuzzy.

A bath. A bath is still clean.

"Yeah."

"Ok. Why don't you sit on the bed and I'll get it ready. Is that ok?" Adam brushes a hand over Tommy's hair, gentle. So gentle, as if Tommy's going to break. No one else will touch him, but Adam will.

Adam will.

He nods. Lowers himself to the bed. Huddles in.

He waits, loses time. Lost in his own head, in his own jumbled, incoherent thoughts.

He looks up when Adam touches his shoulder. Jumps a little.

"Ready?"

Adam helps him walk into the bathroom, helps him with his clothes, peeling them off, one by one. He turns around as Tommy gets fully naked, gives him a hand to climb in to the tub, but doesn't look.

Tommy hisses at the feel of the water against his skin. Just this side of too hot.

Good though. So good.

Clean.

"Do you want me to stay? Should I wait outside?" Adam asks.

Tommy looks up. Slowly. Fuzzier now. Everything so slow.

"Maybe . . . right outside? Is that ok?" He pauses, a flash of something catching in his mind. Was that rude? Is it rude to say that?

"It's not that I don't . . . don't want you here. It's just . . ."

"It's ok, honey, I get it. I'll be right outside. I'm gonna leave the door open and I'll be right there if you need me. Just let me know when you're done, ok? Don't try to get out by yourself."

Tommy watches him go before sinking down into the water.

So good. It feels so good.

He drops his head, feels the start of tears. Feels the disappointment. He thought he was done. He thought he was done crying.

But they come, the tears, as he washes himself.

Slow.

Fuzzy.

Dead.

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