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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Adam_(2009), Charlie_Countryman_(2013), Hannibal_Extended_Universe_-
      Fandom
  Relationship:
      Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman)/Adam_Raki
  Character:
      Adam_Raki, Adam_Raki's_Father, Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman), Darko_(Charlie
      Countryman), Elizabeth_Buchwald
  Additional Tags:
      Kid_Fic, Growing_Up_Together, Teen_Romance, Teen_Angst, Spacedogs,
      Asperger_Syndrome, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Falling_In_Love, Adam
      is_eight, Nigel_is_ten, Protective_Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman), Orphanage,
      Eventual_Smut, Slow_Burn, Best_Friends, Underage_Smoking, Underage
      Kissing, basically_teen_dating, Teens_watching_porn, Premature
      Ejaculation, Bullying, Happy_Ending, Fluff_and_Angst, implied_male/female
      sex, Hannibal_Extended_Universe
  Series:
      Part 1 of Shoot_Across_the_Sky
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-10 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 8/? Words: 45153
****** Fluttering Stars ******
by 11Mydesign11, You_Are_As_Alone_As_I_Am
Summary
     An unusually smart but quiet little eight year old American boy moves
     from New York City to the rough city of Bucharest, Romania. He's
     bullied often and hates the dirty, strange new place, but when he
     meets a young Romanian child from a desperately difficult life,
     everything changes, for both of them, and the unlikely pair becomes
     inseparable.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                        
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  “When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come
                                 out of you.”
                    ~A seven year old's definition of love
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Adam wasn't happy at all about moving to Bucharest, Romania, and he'd voiced
it, quite bluntly, given that he was only eight years old. Still, his father
was in the military, working on super sensitive data, and there wasn't anything
to be done.
The little boy was starting his first day of school today, after a week there.
He'd spent most of that time in his room, playing with his space toys or - well
it wasn't his room, it didn't feel like it was at least. His room was in New
York. That was where he felt comfortable, and nothing made sense here in his
strange place that looked old and dirty, people speaking words he didn't
understand.
Still, Adam hoped maybe he'd make some friends, and that no one would be mean
to him.
“I don't wanna go to school here, I hate it here!” Adam protested, once he was
ready for the day, his hands on his hips as chocolate ringlets hung into his
eyes. He huffed, his ruddy, freckled cheeks puffing out.
“Adam, remember what we discussed,” Sergeant Raki said, both of his hands on
his son’s shoulders in hopes of soothing him. “You’ll make friends, and soon
you’all adapt.
“I won't!” Adam yelled, stomping his feet and crying.
“Adam…be a good boy. I'll take you to get ice cream and to see the stars after
you get home. But only if you behave.”
“Yes, sir,” Adam finally agreed, and sniffled, tugging at his baggy NASA t-
shirt that hung over his little blue jeans. This was going to be just awful,
and he knew it.
***
Class was okay so far, Adam decided, having lost himself in math and science
mostly. He was already smarter than most in the class, but now it was recess
time, which meant socializing. With no other choice, the young child moseyed
out to a little raccoon-shaped bench on the side of the playground and sat
down, pulling out his official NASA lunch pail to open it up. He set out his
matching thermos, his sandwich and container of macaroni and cheese, beginning
to eat, unaware of the group of boys coming towards him.
A tanned, dark-haired boy approached him first. He was big for his age, only
ten, cheeks ruddy from tousling with his mates. A few other boys were with him,
including one with long, dirty blonde, uncombed hair. The darker one with
piercing blue eyes approached him first. “Hey, new kid. We heard you’re
American and really damn special or something. Are you special?” he asked in a
taunting voice.
Adam tensed and swallowed the bite of his macaroni that he'd just taken, not
comfortable with all these people around him. “I don't know, but my dad says
I'm special,” he answered honestly, his voice a little shaky. “I don't want to
be bothered, please and you shouldn't use bad words. Those are for adults only,
the teacher said so when you did it in class.”
One of the uglier boys came out front and got closer to him, and knocked the
bowl of pasta out of his hands to the ground. He then kicked it so it went
everywhere. “Whoops, oh no. For being special, he sure is clumsy, isn’t he,
Nigel?”
The blond came around looked more closely at Adam. “He is. What’s your shirt
say? NASA? Are you a nerd or something, new kid?” he asked gruffly.
“Why did you do that?” Adam asked, his fists curling and uncurling as he stood
up. “And no, I like NASA, but you probably don't even know what it is!”
The ugliest one came closer and laughed. “It looks like something only a dork
like you would like. What’s your name, dork? We wanna know what your name is
before we kick your ass.”
“A-Adam,” Adam replied, starting to cry now. He sniffled, rubbing his nose on
the back of his hand, since he didn't have time to get to his tissues. “Leave
me alone! I'm not bothering anybody. I don't like you! I don’t like any of you,
and I don't like it here! I hate you all!” he shouted, and then started
pressing his palms to his temples, pacing a little as the proverbial walls
began to close in on him.
“Adam, are you gonna cry you stupid little shit? Adam, SAD-HAM!” one of the
kids said, kicking at the sand next to his foot. “Come on, let’s really give
him something to cry about!”
Just then a teacher came running across the grass to the boys. “Get back to
class, boys. Are you picking on Adam? Leave now, before I tell the headmaster!”
The woman said sternly, shooing them away. It was Miss Cosmina, one of the
teachers at the school who’d taken the time to read up on Adam’s situation and
had promised his father she’d keep an eye out for him. As the boys scattered,
she sat next to the small brunet boy on the bench, rubbing his back gently.
“I’m so sorry, Adam. I should have gotten here sooner. I have some lunch left
in my office, why don’t you come eat with me?”
The boys had managed to squash Adam’s sandwich too, so he had nothing left. He
cried a little longer as he gathered up the containers and put them into his
lunch box. “Okay, thanks,” he said softly, shakily, calmer since she was
applying a firm pressure to his back. “I-I wanna go home, to New York. Can you
tell my dad to take me home?”
The woman’s heart broke hearing him say that and knowing it was certainly not
possible, but she smiled warmly and took his hand to lead him inside. “I’ll
talk to him, Adam, but you can’t always run away from problems. Right now
though, we only have to eat lunch. Come on,” she said, taking him inside.
That was easy enough, the boy thought, and nodded, clutching the lunch box to
his chest like a lifeline as he entered her office. Once inside, he stood
still, stiff posture as his tummy grumbled with hunger. “Who are those boys? I
don't like them. I hope they all get hit by a school bus!”
The young teacher wanted to laugh at the statement, but held back knowing Adam
wouldn’t understand why she thought it was funny. She walked to her desk and
opened it, taking out a small box with a sandwich inside, and an apple. She
patted the seat in front of her desk, indicating he could sit. “They are
bullies, sweetheart. I know at least one of them is from an orphanage, with no
family, the others are from broken homes. They’re just angry boys, but it
doesn’t excuse their behavior. They’re always in trouble here.” She took the
sandwich and split it in half, giving one to Adam on a small plate. “Do you
like peanut butter and jelly?” she asked him.
“Thanks, and yes ma'am, long as it's not crunchy,” Adam said, and sat down in
front of the sandwich. He looked it over and then looked up at her through damp
lashes. “They called me a nerd and then said I was stupid poop. I'm not poop or
stupid. I think they need to be punished for what they did. It's not fair,” he
said and took a bite of the sandwich.
She watched him eat, her heart going out to him. “I know, Adam. I will speak to
the headmaster and we’ll take care of it. I will do a better job looking out
for you.”
But as much as she tried, she couldn't watch him all the time, and soon enough
the bullies had gotten hold of Adam, beating him up as revenge for the
detention they'd gotten. Oddly enough, the blond haired boy never showed up the
day he was roughed up, in fact he was out of school the entire week.
Adam went home that evening and his father rushed over, seeing the state his
sweet son was in. “Oh, son,” he said and hugged him, gently. “I'll go talk to
the school at once.”
“No, please, they'll just do it again and again,” Adam cried.
“Everything will be okay, Adam. I will see to it.”
***
A few weeks went by and no one bothered Adam for a while, though there was
verbal taunting, and mean looks.
Today, after class, Adam began to walk home and as he did, he was so lost in
thought that he didn't see the blond boy right in front of him.
There was a crash as the two collided and Adam looked up and realized who it
was. He'd learned his name was Nigel, the darker haired boy, Darko.
“I-I’m sorry, Nigel. I didn't see you,” Adam said, nervous he'd be beaten up
for it, even if Nigel hadn't been the one to do it and there was no one else
around now but the two of them.
Darko stood back, arms folded. “Watch where you’re fuckin goin,” he said
warily.
Nigel got up from the ground, cursing, but stopping when he looked at the boy.
“You’re the….new kid,” he observed. He hadn’t gotten a very good look at him
and was startled by the big, scared blue eyes peering back at him.
Adam nodded, nervously and flitted his eyes to Darko, swallowing. “I'm sorry,
please don't beat me up again,” he said, softly, even though it hadn't been
Darko either. He then turned to Nigel as he stooped down to help pick up his
bookbag. Maybe if he was extra nice, they would leave him be.
“Yes, I am. My name is Adam Raki.”
“I’m Nigel. This is my friend Darko. We- we’re not gonna beat you up, Adam. But
you should be careful, kids can be mean,” he said, feeling a little sorry for
the small boy. As he brushed himself off, the kid seemed very nervous and
awkward and obviously didn’t fit in. Nigel had that problem at every new school
he got shuffled to, though usually he used fear to make kids leave him alone.
“Hi, Adam,” Darko grunted, chiming in. “Nigel, I’ll see you later, I have to
go,” he said, jogging off.
Adam wanted to point out that they both had been mean to him when he first met
them and that they were also kids, but he didn't. Still, he felt better once
Darko left. “Thank you for deciding to not beat me up again,” he said meekly,
his vocabulary advanced for an eight year old. “I don't understand why everyone
hates me.”
“I only beat up kids that have it coming, like my enemies,” he said, though it
seemed far fetched to imagine a ten year old would have enemies, Bucharest was
a rough place. “The others just don’t like you because you’re American, and
new, and you wear those weird shirts. You just seem weird, that’s all. Where do
you live?” he asked abruptly.
“Dad said I shouldn't tell strangers where I live,” Adam said and then handed
over Nigel’s bookbag, pulling at his ‘Pluto, the lonely planet’ shirt. He liked
his clothing. “I don't think they are weird, and I can't help that I'm
American, just like you can't help you're Romanian. I don't like being here, I
liked New York better.”
“I just thought I maybe could walk with you until you get home, so no one else
bugs you.” Nigel kicked a rock on the ground with the toe of his dirty, worn
out shoes. “Wait - you’re from New York?” he asked, his brown eyes wider with
skeptical amazement.
“Oh, okay, I think that would be nice, Nigel,” Adam said with a nod, watching
the rock roll down the sidewalk. Why was he being nice to him all of the
sudden? The young boy didn't mind; maybe people would leave him alone if they
were friends. “Yes, I am, have you been there?”
Nigel shook his head, curious about this funny boy now. “No, I have only seen
it on my cousin’s television in movies and shit. It looks really big and
exciting. I wanna go, I will someday,” he said confidently. He said bad words
like it was second nature, not even noticing, but all the kids he hung out with
did it.
“It's too crowded there, but it's what I'm usedta,” Adam explained, still kind
of wary about Nigel, but he was growing a little more comfortable at least.
“Why do you use bad words so much? Aren't you scared of gettin’ in trouble?”
The taller boy glanced over at him puzzled. “Everyone talks like that. Only
little babies and scaredy cats are afraid of bad words. Besides where I come
from they say much worse words. I guess when you are used to getting beat up or
having the piss taken out of you all the time, words aren’t such a big deal?”
Nigel replied matter of factly.
“I'm sorry that happened to you,” Adam said as they walked, not understanding
all of it or what Nigel meant but he knew that something was behind it.
“It's okay. It’s made me a tough man now. I think I could take on anybody.”
Nigel pulled his skinny shoulders back, trying to puff out his small chest a
bit.
“I could only take them on with intelligence. I've been told I'm really smart,”
Adam said, canting his head proudly.
Nigel pulled a rumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and looked around
cautiously. “Hey, I stole these. You want one?”
Adam looked at the cigarettes and then looked around also. “Nigel, t-those are
bad. They can kill you.”
The older boy smirked and took one out, shoving the rest back in his pocket and
pulling out a lighter next. “By that logic, anything could kill us. And these
make you look really badass,” he said, lighting one and puffing on it with a
cough. He hacked some more, trying to brush it off. He was still trying to get
the hang of it. Puffs of smoke billowed up as he tried to hold it nonchalantly.
He didn't know why, but he kinda wanted to impress this new smart kid from New
York City, even if he was kind of a little nerdy and weird.
Adam waved his hand in front of his face but Nigel did look cool. He smiled and
scratched his head as they walked towards his house. “You look like one of
those macho men in the cigarette commercial things,” he noted and picked a
wedgie, his little raccoon briefs riding up. “Are we going to be friends now?”
Nigel paused outside the small house and after a few more hacking puffs, tossed
the smoke into the street. He smirked when Adam said he looked cool. “Thanks.
Yeah, I think so. I think you might need someone to keep the little fuck-faces
at bay. And you seem smart, maybe you can help me with math. The lady at the
home says they don’t wanna move me to another school so I can’t fail out of
this one. I don’t give a shit about it, but if it keeps the bitches at the home
from yelling at me, maybe.” he answered, hands shoved into his pockets.
“Okay, thanks and I'll help you with math or any of your subjects. I don't want
you to have to change schools, that would be sad,” Adam said, feeling much
better about the day. He was glad Nigel wanted to be his friend, especially if
it meant he wouldn't be beat up anymore. “Do you wanna come over and play at my
house? I have a really neat telescope and lots of toys.”
The blonde-haired boy looked skeptically at Adam. “Uh, sure I guess.” He didn’t
want to look dumb, though he didn’t know fuck all about telescopes, and it
sounded boring. Still, his options were go back to the house or look for his
buddies, and he knew Darko wouldn’t be about tonight. He had to go to some
dinner with his family. “Yeah, I’ll come in for awhile.”
“Really?” Adam smiled, brightly, his ears lifting. He started off towards the
door right away, excited that his new and tough friend wanted to come in and
play. There were so many things he wanted to tell Nigel about and show him,
that he didn't know where to start. “Come on,” he called back over his shoulder
as he pulled out the key to the front door.
The older boy followed Adam inside. It was spotless, two stories with just
basic, but nice, decor. Clearly no woman lived there, but the plaques and
awards on the wall gave way to Adam’s father’s military background. Nigel
dropped his book bag by the door. “It’s a nice place. Do you have any beer?” he
asked as if it was completely normal.
“Thank you and shhh, don't say that. Dad doesn't drink and he wouldn't want us
to either, ” Adam advised and then hurried them into the kitchen. His dad was
gone though, and there was a note on the fridge saying he would be home in an
hour. Feeling relieved, the boy relaxed. “I have soda and juice boxes instead,
if you're thirsty?”
Nigel wrinkled his nose but nodded. “Sure, I’ll take a juice box if you have
it. Why doesn’t your Father drink beer? Is that an American thing? Everybody
drinks here. Although we don’t have any where I live, but usually my buddy’s
parents have it. It’s no big deal,” he insisted.
“He drinks wine or champagne on special occasions,” Adam explained, pulling out
the two Capri Sun boxes since there wasn't any Juicy Juice left. He handed on
over to Nigel and then pushed the straw through his own, taking a few sips.
“People drink in America. Kids aren't supposed ta though.”
The older boy pushed his straw into the box with a punch and scratched his
belly, his shirt riding up a little. “I guess,” he replied. “So you don't like
Bucharest, huh?”
“It's just different,” Adam said with a shrug, looking up at Nigel through wide
blue eyes as he sipped his drink. “Come on, let me show you my room okay?”
Nigel shrugged and grunted in agreement, following the smaller boy through the
house to his room. Adam opened the room door and inside were posters of
planets, space, constellations and the like. There were glow in the dark stars
in the ceiling but all in all, the room was neat and simple. On the bed was a
space-themed duvet, curtains to match, as well as little shuttle models that
the boy had put together himself.
“Please sit down if you want,” Adam said, closing the door up behind them.
Nigel stared wide-eyed at everything. He'd never seen a room like this, with
all the space shit. This kid must be really smart. Even all the books he had
looked like they should be for someone much older. He immediately went to the
models to examine them closer, glancing over at Adam before he slumped down
into a chair. “Did you make those?” he asked, slouching down after another sip
of juice.
“Mhm,” Adam nodded and smiled, sitting in a little moon themed bean bag with
his legs criss-cross-applesauce as he continued to nurse his little Capri Sun.
He really should have gotten cookies too, but he would hate to spoil his
dinner. It wasn't even time for it yet anyways. “I like crafting stuff.”
Nigel really wanted to play with the models, but kept his hands to himself and
sucked on his juice box instead. “Sometimes I mess with Darko’s older brother's
motorbike engine. I like it. He lets me ride on it and someday I wanna drive
one myself. Gonna get one real soon.”
“Really” Adam asked, lifting his brows in wonder at that. It seemed dangerous
but also kinda cool. The boy finished his drink and set it down. “Maybe you'll
take me on it? If you wanna? I think it might be okay if we have helmets. Do
you want to see my space helmet? One day I'll have a real suit and everything.”
“You have a real space helmet? Like astronauts wear? Yeah, I wanna see it,” the
blonde boy blurted out all at once in a rush. He had relaxed a bit more in
Adam’s presence, and his accent was a bit more pronounced when he did so,
certain words curling around his lisp.
Adam nodded proudly and stood up. With haste, he padded over to his closet and
opened it, pulling down the helmet from the top shelf. The boy grunted, having
had to use the step stool to reach it. Once he ran his hand over the heavy
thing, he held it out for Nigel to see. “Dad got it for me. A real astronaut
wore this, in actual space.”
Nigel lips formed an “O” of silent surprise at first, having never actually
seen anything so cool in his life. “In space?” he finally replied. “How come
you’re so into space, Adam?” he asked, reaching out to touch the object
gingerly.
“Because it mysterious. Just like I seem to be to people who meet me. They
don't like me because I'm different I guess,” Adam explained, quietly as he
toyed with a loose thread on the hem of his shirt. “But space is good and there
is a lot to learn. Just like me. I'm still learning too, about myself and
others. It's hard but I think if I can understand space then I can maybe
understand people. Plus, it's really pretty. I love the stars especially.”
No one understood Nigel, either, and he related to that. His way of dealing
with it though was being very angry, getting into things that adults told him
not to, hiding his loneliness by being a little badass. Nigel knew he was alone
in the world and no one loved him like the lucky kids that had parents. He
swallowed a lump in his throat, hiding his feelings well, even at ten, already
practiced at being tough because he had to be. “Being different is okay. Most
people are fucking losers, all wanting to be exactly like each other. You got
something you love, like space. That's pretty cool,” he said, handing the
helmet reverently back to the child.
Adam took it and went to put it back up, walking over to sit down again. He
smiled at Nigel as an idea struck. “Maybe we can be best friends? I don't know
if Darko is yours or not already but if not, I can be. That way we will always
have someone who understands us. We’ll never be alone,” the boy suggested, as
though he was reading Nigel’s mind. “We could be like the sun and the moon,
circling around earth kinda. The same but different.”
Nigel squinted a little. “Yeah, Darko's my best friend, but you can have more
than one best friend, I guess. Having names for it is kinda girly and shit, but
I’ll be your friend. You're okay, Adam,” he said with a little huffed sigh. He
didn't really know why he was being nice to this kid, but he did have some cool
shit and he was smart even for a little kid.
Regular friends was not as good as best friends, but Adam would take it. He
smiled again and then extended his pinky to Nigel. “I heard that new friends
should pinky promise to always stay that way,” he said, tipping his chin
confidently. He'd seen it on television. “I pinky promise to always be your
friend, Nigel. You're okay too, my only friend, so that makes you my very
bestest friend.” He didn't like that he had used the word ‘friend’ so many
times in his statement but it was needed.
Nigel felt a warmth in his chest that was very strange and unlike anything he'd
ever experienced. But it felt nice, like when one of the teenage girls at the
home snuck him a mug of hot cocoa after the headmistress beat him up. It felt
sweet and warm and nice, just like that. Like somebody cared. He held out his
pinky and did as Adam showed him. “Promise, Adam. Best friends.”
Adam’s eyes gleamed with happiness at that and he nodded, his tongue darting
out of the corner of his mouth like it sometimes did when he concentrated. He
wanted to make sure that he latched their fingers just right, to make it as
official as possible. “Okay, good,” he said and then let go. “Do you want some
cookies or we--”
Adam paused when his room door opened, his father peeking in. He was in his
uniform and he smiled, elated that his son had made a new friend. “I'm sorry,
son, I didn't know you had a guest over,” he said warmly and then turned to
Nigel. “I hope you'll be staying for dinner…?” He ended on a question since he
didn't know his name.
“I’m Nigel. Hi, Mr. Raki,” he answered, hands shoved in his pockets as he met
the older man’s gaze with a surprising amount of confidence for a child.
“Hello, Nigel. Will you be joining us for dinner?” He asked again, assessing
the boy as Adam stood up respectfully.
“Please stay Nigel.”
It might result in him getting in trouble at the home, but Nigel didn’t care.
They’d lash him either way, no matter what he did, so he figured he may as well
enjoy himself. “Yeah, I’ll stay,” he replied with a little nod and grin.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Trigger warning: Child abuse is talked about and referenced in this
     chapter. It's not directly written out graphically though. (Not Adam)
When dinner was finally ready, Adam led Nigel downstairs to the table. The boy
took his usual seat, to the right of the end where his dad sat.
“Please sit anywhere you want but the end,” Adam said, gesturing towards the
chairs. He was happy to have a friend over for dinner - his very best friend.
The older boy pulled out a chair and stared in wonder at the spread of food
over the table, and as if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly. He furrowed his
brows, and a ruddy blush came over his features. “Sorry. Smells really ffff-
good, uh, good,” he said, restraining his language in front of Adam’s father.
“Thank you, Nigel,” Adam’s father responded. “It's meatloaf, mashed potatoes
and macaroni and cheese. I've made chicken and broccoli also.” He looked at his
son with a knowing smile.
“I don't like how squishy meatloaf is,” Adam added and then looked at Nigel.
“You can have either one, okay?”
Frankly Nigel was starving, and far too skinny for a boy his age, mostly
because at the orphanage, they didn’t feed the kids very much at all. They
found it made the rowdier kids more manageable if they kept them a little weak,
and Nigel usually had to scrounge around unless one of his buddies had him
over. “Can I try some of each, yeah?” He asked, his eyes as big as saucers.
Adam’s father looked at Nigel with concern in his eyes, already having noticed
how under fed he looked. “Of course, have as much as you'd like,” he said and
then gestured for his son to eat.
Taking up his fork as the potatoes were passed to Nigel, Adam politely began to
take small, precise bites of his macaroni and cheese first, silently.
As soon as he saw Adam take a polite bite, the boy couldn’t hold himself back
anymore, and he began shoveling forkfuls of food into his mouth, as much as he
could manage, barely chewing and swallowing before inhaling more. He focused on
the food in front of him, not aware if he was being rude or not.
Adam and his father looked at either other briefly, before the boy continued to
eat. “This is good father, thank you,” he remembered to say.
“You're welcome, son,” the older man said and then glanced back to Nigel.
“Looks like you're enjoying it too,” he smiled warmly.
Nigel had not been taught manners at all, but thought perhaps he should mimic
Adam as they both glanced at him. It was rare for adults to show him kindness,
most thought he was a scruffy troublemaker except for a few of the kinder
teachers at the new school. He’d heard American’s were nicer though, and so far
Adam’s dad seemed alright. “Yes, thank you, Mr Raki, it’s really ffff-it’s
really delicious?” he replied, ending on a question, because truth be told, he
hadn’t tasted any of it. He’d just been trying to get as much in his belly as
he could.
“Good,” Sergeant Raki said, and took another bite of his food as Adam did the
same. The boy had a bit of macaroni sauce around his mouth and his father
gestured for him to clean it off with a chuckle.
Adam did and then took another bite. “You can eat with us anytime you want,
Nigel,” he offered and then dipped his head, looking at his father. “If dad
doesn't care.”
“I don't mind, but make sure it's okay with your parents,” he answered, looking
at young Nigel.
Nigel shook his head in disagreement, his big, deep-set amber eyes flashing up
at Adam’s dad. He hesitated a minute, not wanting their pity, but he figured
Adam would find out anyway. “I can come over if you want. I’m not...I don't
have parents. I’m staying at the orphanage.” He shrugged like it was no big
deal and kept eating, hoping they wouldn’t ask him anymore.
Adam’s father raised his brows in sympathy and curiously, unlike his son, he
knew that the young man didn't want to talk about it further. “I understand,
Nigel. As long as it won't cause you any problems, you're welcome here.”
Looking at Nigel, Adam nodded, surprised by the information but not picking up
on any inflections. He continued eating, happy his friend would come over to
eat with them.
Nigel let out a little huff of relief, glad that neither of him pressed for
more. He continued to eat until his tummy almost hurt from being so full, and
he finally leaned back with a groan, rubbing his pooched belly. “I'm really
full. Thank you Mr Raki, thanks Adam,” he said with an embarrassed smile.
“You're welcome,” both Rakis said at the same time. Adam’s father and Adam both
finished eating as well. The older man collected the plates and went into the
kitchen to let the boys talk.
“I'm glad you liked the meal. Dad is a good cook.”
After dinner, Nigel seemed nervous and on edge, and it increased as time
passed. “It was real good, yeah. Better than anything I usually have. But Adam,
I should go back before they notice I'm gone. They probably already know and
I’ll be in trouble, but I don't care,” he said, trying to sound casual in spite
of his anxiety. He didn't want to look like a dork to his new friend.
“Okay,” Adam nodded and then frowned just a little. He didn't want Nigel to get
in trouble. “I can have dad take you home, it's dark out and it's dangerous to
be walking alone,” he said and then stood up, waiting for Nigel to do the same.
Nigel furrowed his brow. “I don’t wanna cause any trouble or inconvenience you.
I can walk home okay,” the boy said, shoving his hands in his pockets again.
“N-no, y-you can't walk home alone, it's not safe,” Adam said and then took
Nigel’s arm, leading him to his father.
“Can you take Nigel home, please, dad?” Adam asked, still holding Nigel as
though he might run away.
“Sure, son, very thoughtful of you to think of that,” the sergeant said and
looked at Nigel. “Do you mind if Adam and I take you?”
Nigel felt scared of what they might think of the awful place he lived, but
tried to hide his apprehension. “I guess but...I’m...Uh...sir….” he mumbled
quietly then. “I live at the state children’s home,” he said, looking down.
Only poor kids lived there, troubled children who’d been abandoned by family or
just plain didn’t have any. They were wards of the government, and conditions
were horrifyingly bad there. He was terribly afraid Adam’s father wouldn’t want
them being friends if he knew that.
The Sergeant, or Peter as he was known to his friends, gently placed his hands
on Nigel’s shoulders and stooped down to meet his eyes. “Listen Nigel, we’re
not going to judge you for that,” he said in a gentle but reassuring tone. “And
if you need me to come in and explain why you are late, I'll gladly do so. It's
up to you of course.”
Nigel considered it a minute, thinking maybe if another grown up told his
headmistress where he’d been, they might go easy on him. Adam’s father was a
nice, respectable man. He perked up hopefully. “I think that would be okay,
sir,” he said, feeling better about them taking him home.
Both Adam and his father smiled at that. “Let me get my keys. Adam, you may
take him outside if you'd like.”
Adam nodded and looked at Nigel. “Let’s go,” he said, and walked his best
friend out of the house to stand by the station wagon. “Dad will talk to them
and it'll all be okay,” he said and then added, “well I don't know that for
sure, but I hope it will.”
Nigel considered Adam for a minute as he scuffed his shoe on the ground absent
mindedly. “Maybe. I’m kinda hopin so,” he replied. Truth be told, it was seldom
if ever “ok”. But it was dark now, and he knew they would find any reason to be
angry with him. He tried not to care, to at least act like he didn’t, but he
did.
With another nod, Adam looked at his feet, watching Nigel’s too. He wondered if
his friend was sad, but he couldn't really tell. “I'm sorry I invited you over
if you're going to get in trouble,” he said softly, and then looked up to meet
the other boy’s gaze. “But it was fun also. I hope you had fun?”
“I'm glad I came over. I had fun, and the food was really fucking good,” Nigel
said with a smirk. “I don’t care if those old bitches at the home get mad,” he
said bravely.
“Oh,” Adam said and was about to say something else when his dad came out.
“Let’s go boys,” he said and unlocked the doors, getting into the driver’s
seat. “We buckle up in this car,” he explained as he did his up, waiting. Adam
put his on right away once in the vehicle.
Nigel furrowed his brow at that but buckled himself in anyway. “Okay,” he
muttered, and as soon as his belt was secure, he looked at the window with a
sad sigh. What kind of world did Adam live in with a loving father that made
him such big meals and made sure he wore a seatbelt? Their lives were so
different, he briefly mused to himself.
Adam was quiet during the ride and soon enough his father was parking in front
of the Orphanage. “Adam, wait here and lock the doors once were out. I'll be
back shortly,” he said.
“Okay dad,” Adam said and then turned around to look at Nigel. “I'll see ya at
school okay? Have a good night, Nigel,” he smiled.
“Bye, Adam. Thanks, okay?” Nigel said, managing a smile at the smaller boy. He
looked up uncertainly at Mr Raki and walked ahead of him. “Are you sure about
this, Mr Raki? They can be kinda mean...and stuff,” he said. Best to get this
over with as quick as possible.
“I'm a Sergeant in the United States military, son, I've handled mean before,”
he said with a kind smile as he ruffled the hair on Nigel’s head once. He felt
for the boy and had a feeling in his gut about the conditions in which the
young child was living.
Up the steps they walked, and Mister Raki looked over at Nigel, wanting him to
feel comfortable, if it was possible. “I'll talk with them, I'll explain why
you're home late.”
Nigel bit his bottom lip and tried to puff out his little chest. “Thanks, sir.”
He sighed deeply as he led him up the steps and down the hall to the
headmistresses’ office. Once at the door, he knocked twice, and a harsh-looking
middle-aged woman answered. “Nigel. You are in grave trouble young man, though
I’m sure you’re well aware you would be. Come in. Who is this?” she asked in
surprise at the adult behind him.
“Sergeant Raki, ma'am,” the man said, showing his ID. He stepped inside and
gave her an appraising look. “Nigel is late because he was having dinner at my
home, with my son and I. Adam is his school buddy, so there isn't cause for any
punishment,” he said and offered a smile. “But if you tell me his curfew, I'll
be sure he meets it next time.”
The woman narrowed her eyes at the adult with a withering look. She had a thick
Romanian accent and placed her hands on her hips sternly. “He is a ward of the
state, not you. I really don’t care who you are, we are responsible for him. He
is to be in his bunk every night at nine p.m., no later. And there is certainly
cause for punishment. He knows better, and this isn’t his first offense, the
ill-tempered brat.”
“Now look, ma'am, there is no need for slander against the boy,” Mister Raki
said firmly, standing tall and authoritative. “I understand I have no power
here but the military would surely be of assistance if nothing else.” He wasn't
liking the tone that she was speaking but he still kept his respectful. Either
way, he'd do some investigating on this orphanage. “Perhaps a donation might
help?”
She glared at him fuming, but the mention of money softened her stance. “We’ve
been known to accept donations from time to time. Call on us tomorrow during
the day, ask for Kļaviņš,” she barked, placing a hand firmly on Nigel’s
shoulder and shuttling him towards her. “He takes care of the finances and
works with me. Here’s his card,” she said, plucking one from her desk. “Now you
best be off, sir. I have to escort Nigel to his room, now. Good night.” Her
grip tightened on Nigel’s slim shoulder, but he didn’t even wince.
The boy looked up at Adam’s father and tried to smile. “Thank you. Tell Adam
I’ll see him tomorrow.”
Mister Raki nodded, wanting to take Nigel right back out of there, but at the
moment there was nothing he could. He had limited power, and it wasn't his
country. What happened in Bucharest wasn't the same as the states. He cast a
look to Nigel and smiled at him, but there was sympathy in his blue eyes.
“Sure, Nigel, of course I will,” he said and then looked at the head mistress
again. “You'll definitely be hearing from me more tomorrow,” he said and then
turned on his heel to leave.
The Sergeant walked out and to the vehicle, buckling up and looking at Adam who
was oblivious.
“Sorry it took longer than expected, Adam,” he said to his son. “Nigel says
he'll see you tomorrow okay?”
“Okay dad,” Adam smiled and placed his hands on his lap. “Is Nigel in trouble?”
Mister Raki cranked the car and sighed. “I spoke with them, son, but he might
be in a little bit of it, yes. But don't worry okay? I'll do all I can to see
that he won't be late again.”
Adam frowned but nodded again, slowly, as his dad backed out and headed back
home, not saying anything else.
***
It was the middle of the night, and Nigel tried to roll painfully to his right
side, the non-bruised side. She’d managed to get him in the ribs and stomach
this time. He really couldn’t even bring himself to cry about it anymore; he
was so used to going to bed in some sort of pain. If it wasn’t hunger, it was
bruises. It was just a part of life, and he couldn’t ever remember things being
different.
The next day at school, he was careful to wear long sleeves so the marks
wouldn’t show. He slumped down in his seat in class, a few of the other rowdy
boys nodding wordlessly at him.
At lunch he saw Adam sitting alone on the bench he always sat on, and he
approached him, looking around. “Hey,” he said in greeting.
“Nigel!” Adam smiled enthusiastically and then scooted over. “I was hoping
you'd come out here. I brought lunch for us both, dad said it was okay. Are you
okay? Did you get in bad trouble?”
Nigel’s eyes grew wide and hopeful as he saw the extra food Adam had indeed
brought for him. No one had ever cared to do something like that for him
before. “Yeah, I’m good. Nothin’ but the usual, but it’s okay,” he flashed a
confident, crooked smile with little shark-like fangs showing. He scratched his
belly and stared at the sandwiches. “That was really good last night. I was
full all night long,” he laughed.
Adam handed Nigel a sandwich and a bag of chips, as well as a star crunch snack
cake and milk cartoon. He opened his own and took a bite. “I'm glad you're
okay,” he smiled back, and looked at his friend's teeth for a minute. “I hope
you'll come have dinner with us tonight. Dad said he'd have you home by nine.”
Nigel felt a lump in his throat at the invitation. He’d been instructed pretty
strictly that he wasn’t allowed out of doors except to go to school for one
week, and he frankly wasn’t sure he could handle more of the punishments. “Oh,
I can’t Adam. I am kinda grounded until next week. But it’s okay, cuz we can
hang out at school, yeah?” he answered. He hastily unwrapped the snack cake and
shoved it almost whole into his mouth, smiling at Adam around it. “Mph mprrghh
mgfff?” he mumbled, crumbs falling down his shirt.
Adam was saving his dessert for last, but he didn't mind that Nigel wasn't.
“Oh, I didn't know you were grounded. Okay, we can spend time together here.
I'm sorry you're in trouble Nigel. I hope my dad can do something for you,” he
said and then took another bite of his sandwich. “I didn't understand the last
thing you said,” he giggled.
Nigel chewed as fast as he could, humming around the sweet sugary treat. When
he finally swallowed, he huffed out a smile, taking a drink of milk before
talking again. “I really liked that. Thank you for sharing your lunch, Adam,”
he said, his deep set brown eyes blinking sincerely. “And it’s okay, I’m used
to it. Bein’ in trouble. I am kinda a bad kid, I know it, too.”
“You're welcome. Are you not gonna eat your sandwich?” Adam asked, and then
finished his own, sipping his milk before opening his snack cake. He wondered
why it was called that. It wasn't anything like a cake. “You are bad, you
misbehave a lot but I like you. You're not a bad friend to me, Nigel.”
“I’m definitely gonna eat it,” he answered, pulling it out of the bag as he was
about to take a bite. Once he did so, he laughed a bit. “You can’t take it back
now that I took a bite,” he said playfully. He seemed quiet after Adam said
what he did. He figured the younger boy just didn’t know him well enough to
know that he was just bad, like the people at the home said. His mom didn’t
want him anymore and left him there, and he never knew his dad. “I’m not great,
Adam. But thanks,” he mumbled, not really wanting to talk about it.
“I wouldn't eat it after you did. It would have germs,” Adam stated, not
meaning anything by it. He finished his snack cake and then his milk, putting
his little lunch box back together. “You're welcome, Nigel.” He didn't push for
more and didn't recognize the discomfort in his friend's tone. “There is going
to be a meteor tonight. Dad said I could watch it. Maybe you can watch it too?”
Nigel shook his head a little sadly. “I don’t have windows where I live, and
I’m not allowed outside after dark. I’m s’posed to go right there after school
until they say otherwise. I’m sorry, Adam. I wish I could see it. It sounds
fucking cool, and I’ve only seen those in books.”
“You don't have windows?” Adam asked, furrowing his brows. It didn't sound fun
at all. He was sad for his friend. Just as the boy was about to say something
else, the kid who had beat him up walked over and assumed Nigel was about to do
the same to Adam, so he picked up his lunch box and threw it on the ground.
“Stupid lunch box, freak, even stupider face,” the bully said as Adam looked at
the lunch box.
“Come on, Nigel, let’s punch his face a little, whatya say?”
Nigel’s mouth opened as the scene unfolded before him, and he stood up fast -
too fast - accidentally dropping his own lunch in the process. He didn’t care,
though. He got in the other kid’s face, blocking him from Adam. “Not gonna
fuckin’ happen. I think you should move on.” he said quickly, his mouth turning
down at the ends as he balled up his small fists defensively.
“Wait, are you hanging out with this geek? This space loving dweeb?” the boy
asked in a scoff.
The sounds were too much and the smell of the boy was horrible, not neutral at
all. Even the clinking of the bully’s jacket buckles were becoming too much and
Adam suddenly jumped and screamed, punching the kid in the face. “Stop it!!!!!”
The boy fell back, his nose bloody as Adam froze. “No, no, no!”
Nigel watched for a minute, impressed as hell with Adam’s punching abilities
for such a small kid. He then leaned in and pulled Adam back, kicking the other
kid in the process. He pulled too hard, and ended up gripping Adam tighter than
he meant, sandwiching him in his arms in a hug. “Adam, Adam, stop,” he said in
a firm voice, not knowing what he was doing and squeezing hard as the other boy
lay on the ground, blood oozing from his nose.
The pressure was exactly what Adam needed and he hugged Nigel back, stiffly
before he started to relax. “Okay,” he said, his voice shaky, but evening out.
The bully got up and ran off crying, too embarrassed to tell anyone and no
adults had seen thankfully. “I shouldn't have done that. I explode sometimes
and don't mean to,” he mumbled against his friend’s shoulder.
Nigel held him tightly a moment longer before relaxing his arms, letting them
awkwardly fall to his side as he then picked up Adam’s knuckles to look at the
small cuts there. He looked around and let go of Adam’s hand, a little self
consciously, and sat back down on the bench. “He had it comin. Boris is kinda a
cunt. You gotta pretty fuckin good left hook, Adam,” he said, picking up what
was left of his juice box on the ground and taking a sip.
Adam liked hugging Nigel, it was nice. Sitting beside him, he looked over at
his brow. “A cunt? What's a cunt?” he asked louder than meaning to, but he
smiled at the compliment. “Oh thank you, my dad watches fighting movies, and I
watch them. It's really about the speed and force.”
“A cunt is a vagina. But it’s also an insult. You shouldn’t say that in front
of your Dad, and told tell anyone I told ya, okay?” Nigel said. He should try
and watch his language around the boy, but it was second nature to him, he
didn’t think much of it really until Adam pointed it out before. “I’m sorry
that kid ruined our lunch,” he said with a frown. “You okay, yeah?”
“My hand stings, but I'm otherwise fine. Thank you,” Adam answered. He nodded
at the new information about vaginas and then looked at Nigel’s eyes and his
frown. “It's okay. I finished mine. You didn't get to eat all of your sandwich
and I won't tell anyone that you said cunt.”
Nigel nodded and shot a mischievous smirk to the raven-haired boy. “Thanks,
Adam. You know, you did really fuckin good today. I can teach you how to really
fight sometime if ya want, eh? Might be good in case. It’s a rough place,
Bucharest.”
“You're welcome and thank you. I think that would be fine. I'll get helmets and
knee pads for us both,” Adam said with a nod and then tried to smirk back but
ending up lifting half of face. He thought he was doing well, so he held it,
looking at Nigel as he did. He wondered how long it should be held. It could
vary really.
Nigel stared at him with some confusion at his facial expression, and couldn’t
stop a chuckle from bursting out. The boy looked like he’d had a stroke, and it
was funny to Nigel, though he wasn’t intending to laugh at him in a mean way.
The laugh turned into a cough and he smirked back at Adam, his expression
melting into something more akin to amused fondness. “You’re funny, Adam. I
like you. Glad we are friends.” He said.
Adam laughed when Nigel explained he thought he was funny, though he wasn't
sure what was funny, he hadn't told a joke but maybe Nigel just felt amused.
His dad told him that sometimes people laugh for no reason or find strange
things funny. “Thank you, Nigel, I like you too and so am I,” he giggled again.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Four years passed and Adam was twelve, Nigel fourteen, and they only grew
closer every day. Hardly anyone picked on the boy anymore, not with a friend
like Nigel who developed even more of a reputation at school amongst their
peers for being a boy one did not fuck with. His life at the home hadn’t gotten
any easier as time wore on, but the environment built a hard shell around the
older boy. There were only a few people Nigel allowed into his world, past the
walls, and Adam was one.
One thing that was different was that Nigel was a officially one year into
being a teenager, while Adam was still behind. He wanted to play with toys but
his best friend was talking about dating. Adam didn't understand this really,
he was just fine hanging out with Nigel.
“Are you two going to get married?” Adam asked Nigel, referring to the girl his
best friend seemed to smile about. “I know that's what people do usually, or
eventually.”
“Ugh, no, gross, Adam. We’re just messing around. That’s what happens, you
know? Don’t you wanna kiss a girl, Adam?” Nigel asked, teasing his younger
friend a bit.
“No thank you,” Adam said, wrinkling his nose at the thought. Most girls, even
the ones his age wore lipstick and it looked sticky and messy. “I just want to
play with my models and read. You spend too much time with her. I don't like
her.”
Nigel’s lips twitched in amusement, though he knew better than to laugh when
Adam sounded so serious. “Pretty soon, you’ll change your mind. They smell
good, and they’re soft, and nice to look at. But I wouldn’t wanna get married
to one. That seems like...suffocating.” He shrugged and grinned.
“I don't like soft. I like firm pressures and the perfume they wear is
irritating. I like neutral smells, Nigel. You know this already,” Adam said,
but he wasn't upset. “I don't know why boys think they need girls. There are
even ways to have babies without sex. I read that online but dad doesn't know.”
Nigel’s eyes lit up a little. “You read about sex online? We have a computer at
the home but they lock us out. Maybe you can show me what you found out, yeah?
I’m kinda...I’m...well, it’s nothing really.” Nigel got inexplicably shy and
kicked a rock with his shoe.
“Yes, I did. I can show you after school,” Adam staged and wondered what Nigel
was going to say. “Are you trying to say you're sexually aroused?” he asked,
furrowing his brows. He was advanced for a twelve year old but still…twelve. “I
think sex sounds really gross. Smelly and hot and sticky, Nigel. You could ruin
your sheets.”
Nigel actually blushed with embarrassment, a horrified expression on his face.
“Aroused, you mean right now? Fuck no. I just meant I haven't done it yet and I
think seeing people do it might help? I've only seen pictures in magazines.
Don't fuckin tell anyone, you swear?” He avoided eye contact with Adam, as it
was hard to admit. A few other boys had already started having sex, like his
friend Darko, and he was too ashamed to admit to anyone else that he was still
a virgin.
“I swear, Nigel. I won't tell anyone,” Adam promised with a nod. He wondered
why his friend’s tone changed and why he looked away. The boy tried to remember
the emotion cards he'd learned. Oh, he was embarrassed. “I've haven't had sex
either, as you know. So we can look together. I think it might be interesting
from a biological standpoint.”
Nigel finally looked back at him, excited at the prospect of watching porn at
Adam’s house. “OK, then. Do you know when your Dad won’t be home?” he asked
with a grin.
“He works late tonight, so I think that would be the best time,” Adam said,
nodding in serious contemplation. “I have to go back inside for my next class,
but I'll meet you by the buses and then we can walk to my house together.
Goodbye, Nigel.”
“See you later, Adam,” Nigel said as he turned to leave.
***
After school, Nigel was waiting by the bus stop just as Adam had asked. He wore
a baggy black Ramones tee shirt that hung off his lanky frame, and he brushed
his shaggy blonde bangs out of his face, hiking his backpack higher on his
shoulder.
Adam came out with a little brunette girl named Beth who always seemed to
follow him around much to his dismay. She touched his arm and smiled before
walking off once she saw Nigel.
“I don't know why she follows me all the time. She interrupts my studying,”
Adam said, walking to stand next to Nigel.
Nigel eyed the girl and elbowed Adam with a laugh. “Oh, Adam. I think she likes
you. The way she was looking at you?” he teased.
Adam scrunched his nose at the thought. “I didn't notice her looking at me in
any particular way. She smells like flowers. I don't like it,” he said and then
started walking. “We should go now.”
Nigel raised his eyebrows but walked with the younger boy. Adam was a little
younger than him so he figured maybe he just hadn’t noticed girls yet. That
would make the little adventure today interesting. He wondered what Adam would
think of real pornography. “Do you have a hard time pissing in the morning
sometimes, Adam?” he asked.
“Yes, I do have erections,” Adam answered, thinking that was what Nigel meant.
He had said it a little loudly, not meaning to, and then he realized that,
blushing and lowering his volume. “Why do you ask?”
Nigel smirked. “Oh, I was wondering you know. Because I started getting them
around ten and it’s pretty regular now of course, normal. I guess I’m asking
because I’m wondering when you’ll like girls, is all.”
“Maybe I won't like girls at all,” Adam said, putting his hands in his pockets.
He played with a loose thread inside of it, staring straight ahead. “Or for a
while. I'm not sure. I get strange feelings sometimes, like I might want to be
touched but then it passes.”
Nigel looked at him funny. “Oh shit, Adam, don’t say that too loud. You think
the kids pick on you now,” he joked. “I don’t care one way or another, just
sayin, others might.”
“Why would they care if I get strange feelings?” Adam asked, confused. He just
meant girls smelled weird. They were too complicated really. Beth was okay he
supposed but he would rather play with his friend and study.
“Not about that, Adam. About not liking girls,” the blond boy chuckled. “Don’t
worry about it right now. All we gotta do is help me watch some porn so I know
what I’m gonna do to my girlfriend,” he grinned excitedly.
“Oh,” Adam said, understanding more now. It annoyed him a little bit but he
wasn't sure why. Either way he was just happy they were going to hang out.
When they got to his house, Adam unlocked the door, his dad gone as he'd known
he would be. The boy hung up his backpack and went right to the kitchen to get
a juice box for them both. “Do you want a snack?”
“No, nope...maybe we should just go to it, you know?” he suggested excitedly,
hopping from foot to foot with his hands jammed into his pockets.
“Okay,” Adam said, and handed Nigel a juice box anyway. He didn't know what was
so exciting about watching reproduction but either way. The boy lead Nigel
upstairs and closed the door behind them. He turned on the laptop and sat down,
another chair near the wall for Nigel, even if Adam didn't think to offer it.
When it was on, he sipped his juice and pulled up the porn site. The last video
he'd watched was there and it was male/male.
Nigel’s mouth fell open in surprise, but he shrugged. It was all the same to
the lad, though he knew others had different opinions, it was actually some of
that attitude that spurred his curiosity. It was always that way with Nigel -
if people told him not to do something, he’d wanna do it all the more. So he
watched wordlessly, sipping on the juice, eyes focused on the screen.
Adam hadn’t meant for that to be seen but he wasn't embarrassed either. “I'll
change it,” he said, as one man was pining the younger looking brunet down,
plunging inside him aggressively. “It's making me have an erection, and that's
not the purpose.” He turned it off and then put on a video of a blond guy and a
red headed woman with big breasts. “This is what you wanted, I think.”
Nigel grinned at Adam’s confession, though they were friends so it didn’t
strike him as weird. “Nah, it’s ok. Hmmm,” he mumbled, staring as he watched
the guy start to peel down the woman’s bra. “Fuck, her tits are huge,” he
commented, and felt his cock getting harder in his jeans as they watched.
“She has large breasts, yes,” Adam said with a nod. He thought her nipples were
small in comparison though. Didn't really match. “She is wearing too much make
up. I don't understand why girls want to be something they aren't.” He watched
the man though, the flex of his muscles and the power he demonstrated--he had
that funny feeling again. “He has a nice buttocks.”
Nigel giggled, pushing on his cock as discreetly as he could through his jeans.
Being that he was only fourteen and too busy watching the computer screen, it
wasn’t actually that discreet. “Mhmhmm,” he muttered, paying attention to what
the man did to get the lady ready for sex. He had her sprawled out on a couch
and started going to town on her privates with his mouth. “Whoa,” he mumbled.
“I don't like the sounds,” Adam said, focusing on it until he saw the
stickiness of her privates. It made him want to gag and he looked away just in
time to see Nigel push on his penis. “Are you playing with your penis, Nigel?”
It made Adam’s skin heat up, and he shifted in his seat.
The older boy bit his lip. “Yeah. A little. Hey Adam, have you ever heard of a
circle jerk? Darko was in one at camp over the summer. It’s dirty,” he advised
him as he continued staring at the screen with rapt attention.
“No, but I don't like getting dirty,” Adam said, thinking it had something to
do with mud. He couldn't move on from the fact that Nigel was touching himself
but he tried to not think about it. Instead, he pushed on his bulge, and looked
at the screen as the man mounted the woman and pushed inside her with a grunt.
“Oh…”
Nigel felt the bulge in his jeans getting thicker, and he sniffed loudly,
rubbing his nose to try and conceal pushing on his dick with frustration. The
man in the movie was on top of the lady, pushing her legs up next to her ears
as he pounded her. Their moans were loud and Nigel swallowed thickly. “Huh.”
“You're gonna do that with your girlfriend?” Adam asked, his skin pinker than
normal, voice a little squeaky but breathless all at once. He liked watching
the man move though and also, oddly, liked how Nigel was reacting, even if he
wasn't totally sure what was happening.
“Yeah, I definitely am gonna do it. Gabi has been saying she's not ready, but
I'm thinking she will soon.” Nigel chewed his bottom lip and sudden groaned a
bit, doubling over and holding onto his waist. “Oh, fuck,” he cursed, his
cheekbones going bright red. “Uh I’ll be right back, ugh,” he said with a
frown, hiding a wet stain on the front of his jeans.
“What happened?” Adam asked, and looked down at Nigel’s hands and back up to
his friend's face. He saw the frown which meant sadness usually, so he turned
off the porn. “Are you sad because you urinated?”
Nigel didn’t answer, instead rushing off to the bathroom, and muttering that
he’d return. A few minutes later he came back, a big wet spot on the front of
his jeans where he’d tried to wash them clean. “I’m sorry I ran out like that.
No, I didn’t piss myself. I...uhhh….you know…” he stammered, still blushing.
“Came…?” he finally said in a near whisper.
“Do you mean you ejaculated?” Adam asked, and shifted again. He knew that when
he was upset, a firm hug helped so he walked over to Nigel and wrapped his arms
around him tightly, embracing him as his face rested in his chest. “It's okay,
don't be sad. Is this helping?”
Nigel felt weird hugging Adam after all that, but he knew his best friend meant
well, and so he leaned into the hug. He patted Adam’s back and relaxed a bit.
“Yeah, thanks, buddy. Thanks for not makin fun of me,” he said quietly and then
laughed. “Kinda stupid of me.”
Adam pulled back and gave Nigel some rare eye contact. “I wouldn't ever make
fun of you. I know how it feels because I know when people are laughing at me.
I just don't always know why,” he said, his fingers still around his friend's
shoulders, tapping a rhythm there. “It isn't stupid. It's biological.”
Nigel smiled shyly and let go of Adam, sitting back down again. “Uhm, well,
thanks. Next time we can watch the other one, yeah? The one with the guys. I
don’t mind,” he finally said with a big, honest grin.
Adam sat down, his hands in his lap, covering his erection that was starting to
go down finally. “Oh okay,” he agreed, and then smiled when he saw Nigel’s.
“That would be better, since I don't think you liked it very much.”
Nigel laughed. “Hey, I don’t know, I never tried it. Don’t knock it till you
tried it, is that what Americans say?” he quipped, brown eyes twinkling.
“They do but I wouldn't try everything,” Adam said with a giggle. He looked at
Nigel through his lashes, just being silly really. “I would maybe try what is
in the video of the guys though but when I'm married. Dad says you have to be
married to do certain things. He wouldn't say what but I assume he meant
intercourse.”
Nigel looked a little horrified at that and made a face. “I’m not waiting to be
married! I mean I guess good kids might but I’m a bad man, I do what I want,”
he said a little smugly. “Hey, I wanna sneak a smoke. Wanna come outside with
me?”
“You're not a man yet, but you're closer than I am,” Adam said and then
shuffled around. “I'll come out with you but Nigel, you could die from
smoking.”
Nigel was used to the chiding from Adam about his smoking, but he laughed it
off. “I know, I know. Come on, Star boy.” He playfully punched the twelve-year-
old’s shoulder and wandered to the back porch to light up.
Adam walked out with him, laughing a little at the punch that he knew was just
playful. He wouldn't smoke but he couldn't control Nigel. “Okay, smoking boy,”
he said, trying to do a nickname too but it didn't sound the same as Nigel.
Nigel loved the nickname, and blushed a little as they headed outside. He
really did love spending time with Adam, and his other friend Darko had even
stopped making fun of him for constantly hanging out with the younger American.
There were still a few dicks at school that picked on Adam, but the stupid ones
who did tended to regret it pretty fast. Nigel leaned back on the railing after
the were outside, and he lit up his cigarette, smoke billowing up into the
wind. “Do me a favor, Adam, don’t ever start smoking, okay?” he asked.
“You just asked me if I wanted to sneak a smoke,” Adam said, but nodded. He
really liked spending time with Nigel too. He was his very best friend and he
hated it when they couldn't be together. Playing with his models was fun,
especially since his friend never seemed to mind when Adam would talk about
space for long rants. “I won't start smoking. I wish you would stop. I don't
want you to die early because I would be sad if you did.”
“Nah, I said I wanted to, not you. It’s impossible to quit, which is why I
don’t think ya should start.” Nigel ashed his cigarette in an old empty coffee
can and crossed one arm over his skinny chest. “I ain’t gonna die, it’s okay
Adam,” he chuckled.
Adam had thought that since Nigel had asked him to smoke a long time ago, that
he meant he wanted him to join him by invitation. Either way, he nodded again.
“Okay. It's not impossible, but I imagine it is hard. I won't start smoking,”
he assured and then smiled at his friend. “We will all die one day.”
Nigel choked at Adam’s simple, straightforward statement. He was used to it of
course by now, but it still caught him off guard sometimes. “God damn, Adam,
that’s fucking...that’s deep. We’re just kids, I mean….yeah, I guess
so...people die every day.” He said, chewing his lip thoughtfully. He didn't’
like to think about dying, because he didn’t like to think about living with
any consequence. But he knew it was a fact.
“My dad says that I don't act like other twelve year olds. He says it's okay
because it makes me special. I will be skipping a grade next year, which is
scary,” Adam said, rolling the fabric of his shirt between finger and thumb.
“Death doesn't scare me because I read that we are all just energy. Energy
can't be destroyed. Just recycled. So in a way, we will always live on. I hope
my energy goes to be with the stars, maybe yours will too so we can be together
always.”
Something clicked for Nigel in the young boy’s words, and he gave him a long,
strange look. His eyes were such a brilliant shade of blue and there was such a
simple, beautiful purity in the statement, something that resonated with Nigel.
A small part of him felt the sarcasm well up, and if it had been anyone else,
Nigel would have taken that moment to call them a name and probably punch him
in the arm. But Adam really was special, and the teen realized in that moment,
his friend was special to him. “That’s pretty profound. You’re real fuckin
smart, you know? Fuck, we’re not even high,” he joked. He always handled
feeling with a joke to deflect things, trying to lighten the mood.
Adam didn't notice the look but he smiled brightly at the compliment. “Thank
you, Nigel. You are too. We are just smart in different ways,” the boy said,
and then laughed at what he knew was a joke since he'd been around his friend
so much. He felt a fondness Nigel that he couldn't explain, but assumed that
was just how all best friends felt “I don't do drugs but I know you were
joking. Dad will be home soon so we should go back inside and change your
shirt. It smells like smoke and I don't want him to know. I have one you can
wear.”
Nigel put out the cigarette and agreed. “Yeah this does stink. Okay we can go
in. Sorry for the smell,” he said, following Adam back inside to his room.
“It's okay. I'm used to it now. It smells like you and I...I like it,” Adam
said and once they were inside, he pulled out a baggy star themed shirt, one
that was a bit too large for himself. “Here, Nigel.”
The older boy pulled his shirt over his head, not really remembering his back
and arms were littered with bruises and cuts, all in various degrees of
healing. He had an especially angry, black and purple bruise the size of a
man’s size 10 shoe near his left kidney, but he didn’t even wince. He grabbed
the shirt from Adam. “Thanks,” he smiled, pulling it down his skinny body. It
was a little short for a tee shirt, but it came to his waist and most
importantly, it was clean. He blushed when he saw Adam stare. “Sorry.”
Adam walked over and lifted Nigel's borrowed shirt, lightly touching the
bruise. “N-Nigel, you're hurt!” he said, worried and feeling for his friend.
Once the boy was aware of what someone was feeling or going through, he could
empathize, even though most thought he was incapable. “Who did this?”
Nigel frowned and shied away a bit. “No one. I got into a fight, I guess,” he
started, but then he looked at Adam’s face and knew he couldn’t lie. “No, no,
not that. I’m just… I’m just embarrassed is all. Don’t tell anyone. It was the
house warden. The fucking headmistress retired this year and got replaced by an
even meaner cunt. It’s okay though, I’m okay,” he insisted.
Adam put Nigel’s shirt down and was about to say something when he heard his
dad come home. “I won't tell anyone but dad’s here,” he said, knowing he'd be
up to talk to him soon.
“Thanks.” Nigel straightened himself out and pulled his shoulders back, sliding
into his normal confident stance as he waited for Adam’s Dad to come in.
Adam felt bad for Nigel, wanted to talk more about what he'd seen but he knew
he couldn't yet. Just then, Adam’s father walked in with a knock.
“Adam, I,” he began and then smiled when he saw Nigel there too. “I'm glad
you're here Nigel. I want to talk to both of you about something,” he said and
kissed his son's forehead. “Come downstairs for dinner and we’ll talk.”
“Okay father,” Adam said as his dad walked out. Adam turned to Nigel. “Come on,
Nigel.”
“Sure,” he responded. Nigel felt a little uneasy like something was going on,
but shrugged and followed his friend and Mr Raki downstairs.
Once everyone was downstairs, Mistet Raki had them sit. “Nothing to be alarmed
over, boys, but Nigel, I've been working on this for sometime now,” he began,
sitting across from them. “How would you like to come live with Adam and I?”
Deep-set, honey eyes widened as Nigel took in the question. “I...I...I don't
understand. I mean, of course, I’d f-f-f..I mean, I’d love to, but sir, I'm
not...I doubt they’d, ya know, allow me to?” He said, ending on an upward
questioning lilt. The young teen rubbed his arms and sat forward on the couch.
“What do you mean?”
Adam was speechless, processing everything but really happy, as Mister Raki
smiled at Nigel. “I signed the paperwork about an hour ago and I've got your
things in the trunk of my car. They didn't want to let you go, but I am your
adopted father from this day forward,” he said, happy to have gotten Nigel out
of there. “Adam you have a brother, how do you feel?”
“He's not my brother, but I'm happy he's going to stay here. Where will he
sleep?”
“I'm going to make up the guest room for him tomorrow, but for tonight he’ll
have to bunk with you, is that okay?”
Adam looked at Nigel, thinking it over. He decided that since they were best
friends and now related legally, it would be fine. “Yes.”
“Good,” the Sergeant said and then look at Nigel. “If that works for you, I've
brought home pizza for dinner. Cheese for you, son.”
Tears stung Nigel’s eyes as he gaped in shock at Mr Raki. “I can’t...I can’t
believe you’d do that for me. I’m fourteen, I’m...I can work, sir, I can pay
you back,” he started, rubbing his fists in his eyes to dry them. “I
mean...thank you. Thank you. I don’t know how you...how you did it? Thank you.”
He was overcome, didn’t know what the appropriate reaction was, so he stood to
shake the older man’s hand.
Mister Raki pulled him in for a hug instead, and gently embraced his son. “Your
focus will be on school, for now, Nigel,” he said, not needing the boy to work.
“You're welcome and you owe me nothing. Just study hard, watch over Adam and
help with the housework, okay?” he said, letting him go.
“I'm glad you're going to live here,” Adam said and then awkwardly hugged Nigel
next, mirroring his dad. Apparently it was an occasion that called for a hug.
It was fine though, he didn't mind. “You're crying Nigel, are you sad?”
Nigel shook his head and laughed, drying his face. “Nah, no I’m not, I’m ffff-
I’m happy,” he said, making a note to watch his language around the adult. “I’m
glad to be staying with you, Adam, I mean we’re best friends right? What’s
better than being brothers,” he grinned. Nigel looked up at the Sergeant then,
blinking quickly and coughing to clear his throat and straighten up. “I’ll get
my stuff from the car, yeah?” he asked, pulling out of the hug and moving for
the door with a questioning look.
“Yes, you boys do that, while I get the table ready for dinner,” Mister Raki
said and looked knowingly at Nigel. “No smoking or profanity allowed in this
house. If you do your school work and help out, no fighting, there will be
rewards.”
He walked off and Adam looked at Nigel again. “You're not my brother, Nigel.
But we're best friends,” he said, somehow not liking the idea of his friend
thinking of him as a brother. “I'll help you with your things then we’ll eat
because it's almost dinner time.” The boy smiled and walked to the door,
opening it.
Nigel quirked his brow at the statement, finding it funny Adam was so specific
about it, but he laughed and nodded. “The no smoking thing is kinda fucked, but
I’ll try and cut down,” he mumbled as they walked outside.
By the time they’d brought his meager belongings in, the smells from the
kitchen were already filling the house and making Nigel’s tummy rumble loudly.
He left his things in Adam’s room, pausing a minute before they went back
downstairs. “Do you think your Dad knows about, about...things that happened
there, and that’s why he did this?” he asked, searching Adam’s little face for
clues.
“I think he might know, but I don't think that's the only reason. He likes
you,” Adam said, honestly, hungry for the pizza awaiting them downstairs but he
wondered why Nigel asked that. The boy licked his lips in thought. “Are you
worried he doesn't?”
Nigel frowned. “I don’t need to be anybody’s charity case, you know? I keep to
my fuckin self at the home, and I got used to things. It’s all I ever known,
getting the shit kicked out of me, being hated and cussed at. I can’t hardly
believe your father lets us be friends, but this...I don’t want him to just
fuckin feel sorry for me. I can take care of myself. Another two years there,
I’d be gone.” He said, scuffing the toe of his worn out shoes on the carpet
agitatedly. “I mean….yeah...Adam if it weren’t for you the last four fuckin
years would have sucked harder, that’s for sure. You’ve done so much for me.
Not just the food and all. But you,” he said, his normally hard brown eyes
softening in fondness as he looked at the smaller boy. “You’re a good friend to
me.”
“You can stay with us for longer, Nigel. In the United States, the legal age is
eighteen. I hope you will,” Adam said, frowning at Nigel’s frown. “You're not a
charity case, and dad likes you. I don't think you are either. You're my best
friend and I would be really sad if you weren't. Aren't you happy you're here
with us? With me?” he asked looking into the boy’s amber eyes. He thought he
saw softness but couldn't be sure. So many emotions within a few minutes coming
from Nigel made it hard to tell.
“Age here is sixteen. I wouldn’t stay longer than your father wanted me to, but
as long as you’ll have me, sure I will. But it’s important to me to contribute,
you know.” Nigel nodded and headed downstairs, motioning for Adam to follow.
“I want you here, yes. I...um, I like being around you,” Adam said quietly,
following Nigel downstairs so they could go eat their pizza. He was downright
giddy really, that his best friend now lived with him.
“I like bein’ around you too, dork,” Nigel replied, playfully poking Adam in
the arm. He smiled, catching his eye so he knew it was out of affection. “Pizza
smells good, sir,” Nigel said, taking a seat at the small table. He felt like
none of this was real. He didn’t know why Adam’s dad helped him or what he
wanted, but he was happy. Uncertain, confused but happy.
Adam giggled but sat down and took on his dinner time disposition - which
wasn't overly different from any other. He surveyed the food and everything
looked good. “Yes it does, father.”
“Thank you boys. Dig in, eat as much as you want,” Mister Raki said, not
wanting anything from Nigel but to help him succeed.
The Romanian boy was learning some manners, spending as much time as he was
there by now, but it was still an ingrained compulsion to shovel food in as
fast as he could. At the home, they were given limited time to eat, and very
little as it was, so he’d learned to eat as fast as possible for survival. He
knew it wasn’t like that here anymore, but it was a hard habit to break. A long
string of cheese hung from the corner of his mouth as he tried to slow himself
down. “Mfhg fhh moo,” he said, trying to thank Mr Raki.
“You're welcome, son,” Mister Raki said, wanting to see how Nigel would take
that, since he was his son now, save for blood ties. Adam gingerly ate a slice
of cheese pizza, making sure it was positioned at the perfect angle that he
liked when he ate.
Nigel’s brown eyes flickered over the older man’s face at the words, a small
furrow to his brow. He never called anyone Dad or father. Maybe it was just how
people spoke, an American thing. Like how some Americans say “Sweetie” or
“dear”. He decided to not say anything about it; he was too busy chewing and
swallowing the greasy cheese laden crust. There was definitely no particular
right angle needed for him to eat. It was delicious.
Mister Raki began to eat, and Adam wiped his mouth, taking a sip of orange
soda, which he sat back down on the right side of the plate. “This is good
pizza but it's greasier than I like. I used my napkin to take some of it off.”
The blond-haired teen laughed. “The grease makes it extra good, Adam. Mmm,
cheese,” he moaned around another bite. “Mulţumesc frumos. That means, thank
you very much,” he said with a proud little arch of his eyebrow.
Mister Raki responded with ‘cu plăcere’, you're welcome in Nigel’s native
tongue. He was fluent in a couple of languages, which gave way to where Adam
got a lot of his intelligence from.
Adam smiled and both of them, liking that they were getting along and everyone
seemed happy. “I like the cheese, but not the grease,” he said and then took
another bite.
Nigel grinned at both Rakis. “Look at that. Dad’s picking up the language
already, eh? We’ll make Romani’s out of you yet,” he said with a confident bit
of swagger, slim shoulders pulled back. He reached for another slice of pizza.
“I have a question. Why do they call it pie in New York?”
Adam beamed, he knew this answer so his dad let his son explain since he could
see the look in his eyes. “The term was likely first used in New York where
Italian immigrants had settled from the second half of the 19th century. My
idea is that Americans called it 'pie'. But since Italians told them its name
was pizza, 'pizza pie' was a natural way to call it,” he answered, proud and
happy.
Nigel laughed and nodded. “That makes sense, yeah, I mean it is like a pie in a
way. Have you tried much Romanian food, Mr Raki?” He asked, taking a swig of
his orange soda.
“I have, yes, and I find it to be good,” the Sergeant smiled and finished his
pizza. “They serve it on base along with American food. I can make sure to get
some meals like that for you, if you'll tell me your favorite dishes.”
The teen grinned and poked Adam. “I like anything with cheese, like Adam likes.
And sausages. I haven't had in so long. They only gave it to us on holidays,”
he said, kicking his feet under the table and feeling a little restless from
the soda. He pushed his plate away finally, rubbing his belly. “I’m so full.
I...I can’t believe I don't have to go back tonight or...ever.” Nigel suddenly
got very quiet and his eyes got big. “I don’t know why ya did that but, thank
you again.”
Adam smiled at Nigel and swatted at him playfully. Adam’s dad laughed, nodding
about the sausages as his son finished his food also.
“Because you didn't deserve to be there but also, and primarily, I see what a
good boy you are. Adam likes you. He needs a brother or a friend, if you
prefer,” Mister Raki said, collecting the plates. “And I always wanted another
son. That is what you are Nigel, my son. Not by blood but legally. At least I'd
like for you to feel like I'm your father. Take your time with that. You don't
have to call me dad if you're not comfortable. But you can.”
Nigel’s mouth dropped open in shock. He hadn’t put it together than the man had
actually adopted him; he thought he’d just requested guardianship. In his
astonished young mind, he was reeling. “Y-y-you...you adopted me? I- I
mean...thank you, sir I just…” He stammered, swallowing hard and fighting back
tears of shock and happiness. No one ever thought he was a “good boy”. He was
shit, a bad kid, trash, someone whose mother abandoned him, whose father never
stuck around to meet him. He couldn’t believe anyone would do this. He knocked
back the rest of his soda and cleared his throat, trying to toughen up a bit
through his emotions.
“Yes, that's what I did,” Mister Raki said, and Adam looked over at Nigel with
concern in his eyes. The raven haired boy touched his shoulder, and furrowed
his brow. “Are you okay, Nigel? I thought you knew that's what dad did.”
“It's okay, Adam, just give Nigel a minute. Why don't you start your bedtime
routine and let me have some time with him alone?”
“Okay Dad. See you soon, Nigel,” Adam said and then padded off.
The Romanian boy hung his head, a little embarrassed. “Thought you just got
like, guardianship of me. I didn’t know. You didn’t have to…” he drifted off,
rubbing sweaty palms on his knees.
“Nigel,” Mister Raki began and walked over, stooping next to the boy who seemed
far too wise for his years. He knew it was because of what the boy had to
endure. “I didn't have to, no. I wanted to. In this house there is no shame in
feelings okay? So you just feel however you need to. You're safe here.”
Nigel met the older man’s gaze, his brown eyes full of doubts, though he was
pretty good at reading people, and he could see Adam’s dad was sincere. Really
sincere. That was something he’d not seen in any adults in his life, pretty
much ever. “I’m okay, I mean. I just didn’t know. I believe you, sir. Thank
you. I’ll do my best not to let you down, and I sure won’t let anything happen
to Adam when he’s with me, you know that.”
“Very good,” Mister Raki said and then patted Nigel’s back. He stood up and
smoothed down his shirt, getting ready to wash up and go to bed. “Get cleaned
up and get some sleep, okay? Adam will have done so by now and is likely
waiting on you. Tomorrow evening you’ll have your own room ready. Goodnight,
Nigel,” he smiled and turned to so the dishes.
Nigel stopped suddenly and moved closer to the man, flinging his arms around
his middle and hugging him. He’d never done that before and didn’t even know
why he felt compelled to now, except out of gratitude. He didn’t have to be
fearful of getting beaten before going to bed anymore. He retracted as quickly
as he came in, running off down the hall without another word, a little
embarrassed at his outburst.
Mister Raki smiled to himself, having hugged him back in the few seconds that
he could. He went back to washing the dishes.
Adam heard the footsteps coming towards the room and he stood up, stiff as a
board wondering what was going on. “N-Nigel?”
Nigel shuffled in and grinned at the boy, picking up his bag to look for his
sweatpants for sleep. “Hiya, Adam. Ready for bed? I’ve just gotta change and
brush my teeth.”
Adam relaxed and nodded, smiling back at his friend. “Yes, I've made room in
the bed. I think it'll be fine as long as you don't steal the covers. I've
already brushed my teeth and you can see I'm in my pajamas.”
Nigel looked at the little bed and shrugged. “Sounds fair. I’ll be in, one
sec,” he said, and sauntered into the bathroom, pants in hand, to change. It
was in there he realized he hadn’t smoked since Mr. Raki got home, but for some
reason the idea of making poor Adam sleep next to him smelling of smoke made
him uneasy. It was his first night here, and so he decided to wait til morning.
Besides Mr. Raki said he wasn’t supposed to, and he didn’t want to piss him off
after everything he’d done for him.
Nigel emerged in a ratty, thin Pink Floyd tee shirt and worn but soft grey
sweatpants. It was all he had really. “Okay, Adam. Want me to get the light?”
he asked, approaching the other side of the bed.
Adam was in bed by the time Nigel came back and he nodded. “Yes, please,” he
said with a yawn, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling after a
glance at his friend. They'd never slept in the same bed or even room before.
Nigel turned off the light, and a little star shaped night light blinked on. He
sat down and pulled his legs into the bed, flopping down a bit and grinning
over at Adam in the dark. “This is kinda fun. We’ve never had a sleepover, eh?”
he whispered, pulling the blanket under his chin.
“No we haven't,” Adam agreed and giggled a little, looking at the glowing stars
his dad had put on the ceiling for him. They were done in a way that was true
to life and the boy pointed at Orion's Belt. “It is fun and look, we can even
see the stars, or well, not actual stars but I made sure it was accurate.
That's Orion's Belt.”
“His belt?” Nigel murmured. “Hey Adam, why do they name the constellations
funny shit like that? Like The Big Dipper and Cassiopeia and all that. And is
astrology the same thing, yeah?” Nigel was full of questions and wide awake all
of a sudden. Like when the light switched off and he could see the stars, it
made him think...really think.
"Ancient astronomers talked about ‘fixed stars’, which maintained permanent
positions in the sky. I guess the stars do seem almost fixed in place; the
patterns they form look much the same today as they did when the constellations
were first named nearly 3000 years ago," Adam explained, far wiser than his
years in certain subjects. He turned on his side to look at Nigel, happy to be
talking about this. He didn't even realize his leg was resting over his
friend's. "Most of the constellation names we know came from the ancient Middle
Eastern, Greek, and Roman cultures. They identified clusters of stars as gods,
goddesses, animals, and objects of their stories. Oh and no astrology is just
made up information that sometimes seems accurate. It's based on our birthdays
and more. Astronomy is what I like it. It's factual.”
Nigel surprisingly didn’t mind the way Adam draped over him the way he did; it
felt nice in a way he couldn’t explain. The older boy stretched out a little
like a cat, arms above his head and he sighed, staring at the glow in the dark
stars above them. “I think I like it too. They talk about some of that shit in
school, but I never got it. You explain it way fuckin better. I kinda get it
now. The scientists back in the day were just trying to explain it and teach in
a way people understood, so they named shit after the gods they worshipped,
their myths and stuff. Wow.”
“Thank you and yes,” Adam smiled, even if it couldn't be seen in the dark. He
could sorta see Nigel though, and the boy realized he felt safe with him there.
He liked sharing space with him in this way. Adam suddenly realized he was
curling into his friend and that his penis was half hard. Which was strange but
it wasn't overly noticeable, he hoped and maybe that just happened sometimes,
after all, Nigel had done what he did earlier when they watched porn. “Are you
sleepy?”
Nigel sighed a little, wriggling against Adam and smiling. “I’m a little hyper
if I’m being honest. Sleeping in a new place, ya know?” he whispered, not
minding at all the way the younger boy curled up against him.
“I don't like sleeping in new places, so I understand,” Adam said and sighed
happily, enjoying the warmth of his friend next to him. “I like routines and
familiar things. I am surprised I like having you here with me. It makes sense
though because you're my best friend.”
Nigel nodded. “Yeah, I don’t do this with my other friends. I have never had a
sleepover. I think I’d feel weird about it, but I don’t feel weird now. It’s
pretty fuckin cool actually, all the stars are neat. I’m glad you’re my best
friend. I think I like you more than even Darko,” he chuckled.
Adam giggled at that, his eyes beginning to droop. “Let me know when you
decide,” he said, since Nigel had said he thought he liked him more than Darko.
The boy could only hope he decided in his favor. “I'm glad you like it. It is
pleasant.”
Nigel wrinkled his nose in confusion until he finally realize what Adam meant.
He laughed quietly, clapping his own hand over his mouth. “Yeah it is. I
decided, Adam. I do like you the best,” he whispered, fumbling under the
covers, he found Adam’s hand to lace their fingers together. It felt oddly
comforting as he felt sleep start to take him over, relaxed and comfortable as
he was.
“Okay. I'm glad. I like you best too,” Adam said, laughing a little, sleepy and
not minding the hand holding one bit. He felt relaxed too and whispered a
goodnight right before he slipped into slumber.
***** Chapter 4 *****

Nigel woke first, light streaming through the window, and his first thought was
something felt funny. He felt good. Very good. The skinny teenager’s hips
rolled into something soft beneath him, and he moaned a little as he stretched
and opened his eyes. He nearly stopped breathing when he realized where he
was...and who he was pressed against. He gently rolled off of his best friend
and turned to his side, cheeks reddened with embarrassment he hoped Adam had
not woken up or noticed, he thought, as he pushed his erection down, facing
away from the younger boy. It was just biological. All teenage boys woke up
like this.
Adam had felt it, waking up to the warm, hard press against him. It was strange
but nice. It made him blush so he kept his eyes closed and didn't let Nigel
know he was awake yet. A few moments later, when the boy couldn't stand to put
his morning routine off any further, he yawned and turned to his friend. “Good
morning, Nigel, did you sleep well?” He wondered if he should tell him, since
he didn't want to lie but he decided he would if he asked, that would be fine.
Besides, he didn't even know how to explain it really anyway.
Nigel had calmed himself down by squeezing his eyes shut and thinking of the
awful old headmistress at school. He yawned and rolled over. “Morning. Yeah I
slept really good. Hmm. How ‘bout you?” He asked, rubbing his eyes and looking
at Adam. Nigel smiled without thinking of it when he saw the pink blush still
in his cheeks.
“Good. I slept well,” Adam answered, also rubbing his eyes. Downstairs, his dad
was cooking breakfast and he could smell it already. He personally just wanted
cereal, but his dad still had him eat eggs and turkey bacon sometimes as well.
Smelled like it was the latter today. The boy was about to frown at the thought
when he saw Nigel smiling, which then made him smile too. “Why are we smiling
Nigel?” he asked, referring to them both, but it felt authentic.
Nigel laughed a little and raised his pale eyebrows, running a hand through his
shaggy, dirty blonde hair. “Uhm, I don’t know, I guess I’m just fuckin’ happy I
think,” he said with a crooked grin, flashing his sharp little fangs. He
scratched his belly and sat up then, continuing to smile at Adam. “Food smells
good. We should get some, yeah?”
“Oh. Okay. Well I'm happy you're happy,” Adam said, and then scratched his
belly, sitting up and grinning too. He mimicked a lot and wanted to fit in, but
he knew his friend accepted him either way. “It does smell good. I need to
urinate.”
Nigel sighed and swung his long skinny legs out of bed. “I’m glad you’re happy
too, Adam. OK then me next. I gotta piss like a racehorse,” he answered, and
stood up to stretch some more and pull fresh clothes from his bag. He didn’t
have much, and he’d need to clean some stuff soon.
“Oh then maybe you should go first,” Adam said, since he didn’t have to pee
like a racehorse. He walked to the door and looked at Nigel, waiting for him to
let him know. The boy stretched also though, his shirt lifting a bit to reveal
his fair skin and taut little belly.
Nigel turned around and saw the exposed skin, looking away quickly with a blush
of his own. “Okay yeah, I’ll only be a second,” he murmured, and walked past
Adam to take a leak.
He left the door open and finished up. Walking back in Adam’s room, Nigel
announced, “All yours,” and then started to change, tugging the slightly too-
small tee shirt Adam had let him use over his head. Truth be told he could have
used a shower, but being a teenage boy, he had no real barometer for that
stuff.
Adam noticed it when the shirt came off, once he was back from peeing and
brushing his teeth. “Nigel, you should shower. After breakfast if you want
since it's a weekend,” he said and then pulled off his shirt. Even though Nigel
smelled a little stinky, the boy still found himself looking at his friends
torso. It was more muscular than his. “Also, I think dad will take you to get
clothes today too.”
The blonde boy liked Adam’s no-bullshit, completely candid and honest way of
talking, and he shrugged in half-hearted agreement, sniffing his armpit and
making a face. “Okay, that’s fair. Probably should.” He chuckled then, as he
tugged on a pair of jeans that were clearly very worn hand-me downs and a bit
too short on him. “Clothes? Sure, that might be good. I think I’m getting
bigger with all the food your Dad gives me.” He headed down to the dining room
with Adam, rubbing his gurgling abdomen as they following the smell of sizzling
bacon.
Adam was glad that Nigel didn't seem bothered by his honesty. He nodded and
wrinkled his nose at the smell of the bacon. “I don't like bacon,” he said to
his father as they walked in.
“I know, son. I have cereal for you but I'd like for you to eat some eggs as
well,” Mister Raki said, and put Nigel’s plate next to Adam’s. There was a bowl
of all-bran there for the boy too. Looking at Nigel as Adam sat down, he
smiled. “Hope you're hungry, young man.”
Nigel grinned at Mr. Raki. “I’m f-f-uhm, starving, yes sir,” he said. A bit of
color rose over his cheekbones and he ducked his head, immediately taking a
bite of the bacon. “I’ll eat Adam’s bacon if he doesn’t want any…”
“Go ahead, I thought you might,” Mr. Raki smiled and sat down with his own
plate. Their was orange juice set on the table - milk for Adam - and he started
eating as Adam and Nigel ate their eggs.
Once Adam finished the eggs, he began to eat his cereal, feeling better about
that. “Thank you for breakfast,” he said to his dad, who nodded and smiled. The
boy looked over at Nigel then, watching him eat. “I'm glad you're here and that
you like the bacon.”
NIgel had been practicing trying to eat slower, but it was not easily done some
days. He nodded in wordless agreement with Adam, inhaling his food and only
stopping for sips of orange juice in between. Before he knew it his stomach
felt sore and full, and he leaned away from the table finally. At the home, he
was certainly never given this much food, and he was happy and sated. “Thank
you si…” he began before a loud belch came reverberating from his frame.
“...s’cuse me,” he said, chuckling a bit and wiping his mouth.
Adam would normally find that gross but instead, and because it was Nigel, he
laughed, his boyish features lighting up, which in turn made his father chuckle
too.
“No worries, Nigel. Glad you enjoyed it,” Mr. Raki said with a smile and then
collected the dishes. “I'll leave you boys be while I clean.”
Once he was gone, Adam burped too, though not as loudly. It was both out of
need and a bit imitation of his very best friend. “I've never heard someone
belch that loudly.”
With Adam’s dad busy cleaning up, Nigel gave a mischievous smirk to his friend.
“Thanks,” he said a little proudly. “Yours was pretty good too,” he said,
playfully poking Adam under his ribs. “OK, so I’m gonna take a shower,” he
announced abruptly, but being a typical teenager, his attention span was all
over the place.
“Okay. Just don't take mine,” Adam said, flatly, staring off ahead at the wall
but watching Nigel from his periphery. He was joking, but he hoped his friend
would know it too. The boy was feeling playful since his bestie was and he knew
the burp comment was a compliment and that the poke to his ribs wasn't meant
badly. It was a good Saturday so far.
Nigel turned to look at him, searching his face for clues that he was joking.
It was sharp and clever. He read enough of his best friend to see he was, and
he burst out laughing. “Adam!” He exclaimed, doubling over a little and leaning
against the wall from his giggles. “You’re so funny,” he grinned.
Adam practically bounced up and down at that, or well inwardly he was,
outwardly he grinned and blushed, laughing too. “See? I can joke,” he said
sweetly. He really felt happy that Nigel understood. His best friend was one of
the only ones who did.
The older boy beamed over at him and stumbled into him a little bit, squeezing
his arm as he let his weight lean onto Adam. “Ok. Be right back,” he laughed,
going into the bathroom.
“Okay,” Adam said with a giggle and then went to his room to play with his
models. He kept thinking about the affection. The boy didn't mind it from
Nigel.
A few minutes later, Nigel came bounding out of the bathroom, full of energy
after the big meal and a refreshing shower. His dark blonde hair hung in
straight wet tendrils around his face, and he smiled widely. “All clean now. Oh
wow, is that a new one? Cool,” he said. He genuinely admired the incredible
attention to detail Adam gave his models, as they were not at all toys, but
detailed replicas of various space craft, lunar modules and satellites.
“I've had it in a box for sometime, it's not new, but I'm just now finishing
it,” Adam said, his eyes focused as he put the last decal on the replica of the
Russian space station. He looked over and smiled at Nigel, realizing then just
how different he appeared wet like that. It was distracting for some reason and
made him lose his train of thought. “Um, thank you. I mean I am glad you're
clean, Nigel. You smell good.”
Nigel ran a hand through his damp locks and blushed. He didn’t know why it made
him feel a little proud when Adam said that, but it did, and he puffed out his
chest a little. He adjusted the towel around his slim waist and pulled the last
pair of clean jeans out of his small bag. “Thanks.” He sat on the edge of the
bed, faced away from Adam and pulled on underwear and jeans under the towel. At
the home they dressed and undressed in front of each other - the boys, that is
- so he usually didn’t care much one way or another. For some reason though he
felt a bit shy in front of Adam. Tugging on a tee shirt, he didn’t notice it
was so worn it had holes at the neck and waist. “OK, I’m ready,” he smiled,
wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
Adam looked up again, and when he saw the holes, he stood. He walked to the
closet and pulled out a green tee shirt, handing it to Nigel. “This one is too
big for me, you should wear it. Dad is going to take us to the...to the mall
today.” He was nervous about that, but he'd have to be brave for his friend.
Nigel looked at the shirt and took it from him to put on. The bruises across
his back and chest were still quite angry, but he was glad at least now that
part of his life was over. “Thanks, Adam. I’m lucky to have you,” he said
quietly. Fidgeting a bit he looked anxiously at Adam. “I really need a smoke,”
he admitted, twisting his fingers.
The boy ran his fingers over the bruise on Nigel’s chest before he had the
shirt on, sad for his friend. “You'll always have me, Nigel,” he said and then
hugged him when he saw the fidget, since that's what helped Adam when he was
nervous acting. “Okay, let’s go to the playground. We can walk there. You can
smoke on the way or someplace else. I don't like that you do it, as you know
but I can't force you to stop. Also you'll wanna remove your shirt too, so it
doesn't smell like smoke when we get back to go to the mall.”
Nigel blinked. “I’ll just bring a dirty shirt to smoke in. Thanks for helpin
me,” he said, thankful Adam didn’t try and convince him he couldn’t smoke, or
judge him for it. “Just tell your Dad we’re goin for a walk to the playground
and he could pick us up, right?” he asked, tucking the extra shirt in his belt
loop and locating his crumpled pack of smokes to shove in his pocket.
Adam had tried before to convince Nigel to stop smoking but he was stubborn, so
he stopped attempting it. The boy nodded, knowing they were going to the
playground so it wasn't a lie. He just wouldn't tell his dad about the smoking.
“Okay,” he said and then waited for Nigel to be ready.
Once he was, Adam went downstairs and told his dad. His father said it was fine
since he had to make a few phone calls anyways. ‘I'll be there in an hour to
get you boys,’ he'd said and then the raven haired boy nodded and lead Nigel
out of the house. “Don't smoke yet. He could see us from here.”
Nigel nodded and continued to walk down the street with his best friend until
they got out of eyeshot of the house. When he looked back and figured they were
a safe distance, he pulled off the nice clean green shirt Adam had lent him,
and tied it around his waist. It was warm out and okay to be bare chested, but
he pulled the old shirt over himself anyway and looked around.
Adam was strangely disappointed when Nigel put the shirt on, but he couldn't
understand why. It was likely that he just admired his older and more mature
form. At least that's what his twelve year old mind deduced. “Do you want to
push me in the swing?” he asked, once they walked into the deserted playground.
“Or we could just sit on the bench and talk.”
Nigel lit his cigarette and kicked his feet in the grass as they walked. “If
you wanna, I’ll push ya, sure,” Nigel said with a small shrug, grinning at
Adam. He didn’t notice the way Adam looked at him, as most kids his age, he was
oblivious to such things.
Adam didn't look for too long, he wasn't sure why he even cared anyways but he
nodded. “Okay. Then I'll push you too,” he offered, staring straight ahead now.
Life was going to be interesting with Nigel in his home, but he hoped it would
work out.
***
Two more years passed with Adam and Nigel growing closer still. They'd cuddle
sometimes, innocently, but Adam was starting to grow more and more attached. He
wondered if Nigel was, often it seemed that way but the older the boy got, he
realized just how hard it was to read people - even his best friend.
They had their own rooms, and Nigel still smoked, even if Mister Raki never
found out. School was fine too, no one ever picked on Adam anymore and if they
did… they had the tough Romanian kid to deal with.
One evening, Adam found himself alone. His dad was at work, and Nigel was on a
date. With Gabi. It was bothersome. Far too bothersome, and the raven haired
boy began pacing. He realized then that he had a crush on his friend - a big
one - and had for a while.
After another hour, he finally heard Nigel stomping up the stairs, and Adam
quickly sat down in front of his open laptop, waiting to see if he'd come to
his room or go to his own.
Nigel went bursting into Adam’s room without knocking. He was just too excited.
His olive cheeks were flushed with color and he was beaming. He sat down at the
small desk and whipped the chair around. “Oh my fucking god,” he said finally,
looking about ready to burst.
Adam looked up at Nigel, noticing he smelled different. Like perfume. Like her.
“What Nigel? What is it?” he asked, the intensity a bit jolting given his
already anxious state.
Nigel rubbed his palms up and down his jeans and took a deep breath, seeing
Adam was a little wired. “Well, I uh...I mean Gabi and I...well you know we’ve
fooled around a lot the last couple years, but tonight we finally, had sex,” he
said with a big smile on his face. He searched Adam for a reaction, expecting
the boy to be happy for him. “Like for real, the whole bit.”
The boy felt his stomach tense up, anger and sadness welling there. On one hand
he was happy for Nigel but mostly, he just wanted Gabi to be dating and having
sex with someone else. “You seem happy. That's good for you, Nigel,” Adam said
and then looked back at his laptop, his eyes stoic and perhaps a bit icy.
Nigel could see the coldness there and wrinkled his brow. They always shared
things, they shared everything. Every important, significant thing, and even
small things, over the past six years of his life. He was confused why Adam was
unusually quiet about it, but figured maybe something else was going on. Was he
being selfish? This was huge news. “Yeah, I mean, I mean, fuck, yeah, I’m
happy. Are you alright, Adam? Did something happen? I should’ve asked, I was
just fucking excited…”
“Nothing happened to me,” Adam said, and tapped his fingers on the desk. He
shouldn't be acting this way, he knew that logically. So he decided he should
be happy for his friend. It's just that it meant Nigel didn't like him how Adam
Liked him. “I'm happy you had intercourse, because it makes you happy.” It
wasn't a lie. He did like seeing his friend happy and for that reason he was
honest. “Did you use protection?”
Nigel’s shoulders relaxed, and he grinned finally, thinking Adam was just being
his quirky self as he was sometimes. He loved his friend, and was glad he
wasn’t really upset. “Well, yeah, of course. Wouldn't do to get knocked up. Aw,
fuck, it was great. I mean, I’ve liked all the other shit too, blow jobs and
hand jobs and all that but this was way fuckin different.” He looked over at
the younger boy and say he looked uncomfortable, so he stopped. “I’m going on
too much, sorry Adam.”
Adam made a decision then and he stood up, abruptly, making a declaration. “No!
It’s okay. I don't care that you put your penis inside of Gabi. I don't care
because Beth asked me to be her boyfriend and I told her I had to contemplate
it but I'm going to now,” he said, and then smiled. “Maybe I'll put my penis
inside her too! You're not the only one with a penis, I have one. It gets erect
when I play with it and I know it'll be… it'll be sticky and messy, but it's
okay because that is what coitus is!”
Nigel looked strangely at the younger boy. He wasn’t sure why he seemed so
agitated; maybe he was just jealous because he didn’t have a girlfriend… yet.
“That brown-haired girl that’s been following you around since we were kids? I
mean...I guess,” he said half-heartedly shrugging. It was weird hearing Adam
finally talk about girls. He’d never seemed interested in them, never expressed
this until now.
“Yes, Beth. I think she will be a good girlfriend. I hope she will. I have no
way of knowing yet,” Adam said, angry at Nigel when he knew he shouldn't be. He
didn't even want to look at him. “C-can you leave my room? I have homework and
you're bothering me with sex talk!” He didn't really mean it. The boy had
outburst sometimes but it was the first he'd had at Nigel.
NIgel stood abruptly, a little angry and hurt that Adam was pretty much
throwing him out of his room. “Yeah, okay, calm the fuck down,” he muttered
with irritation, turning to leave with a frown.
Adam sighed and went over to touch Nigel’s shoulder. “I- I'm sorry,” he said
and dipped his head. “I know that was rude. I just don't understand why
everything has to change.”
Nigel’s amber gaze flickered over him, and he felt strange at the softer way
his friend spoke. “Nothing’s changed. Bros before hos, isn’t that what the
American’s say? Nobody’s getting between us, Adam, yeah?” he replied, patting
the boy on the arm reassuringly.
“Will you hug me, Nigel?” Adam asked, his voice practically shaky as grief and
jealousy, sadness, washed over him. He was glad nothing would come between them
but he'd researched and he knew that his friend would be wanting to spend more
time with Gabi - less time with him. It would be a complete change to their
routine.
The Romanian teen frowned and pulled Adam into a clumsy, awkward hug. He knew
sometimes when Adam was really upset, the pressure helped him calm down, so he
was used to this. He’d never do it with any of his other male friends, but Adam
was special to him. “Of course, Adam. It’s okay, I’m not goin anywhere. I live
here and there’s no change, not really.”
“But you'll be at her house,” Adam said, speaking into Nigel’s chest. It
smelled like her and he hated that. He wanted to tell him to take it off but
knew that would be rudeness again. The boy instead clung tighter to his friend,
finding he was starting to calm down. He was also half hard, which was
confusing since he was also sad.
Nigel definitely noticed that. He didn’t move at first, startled into freezing
as he was. Why…? Was all he could wonder to himself, but poor Adam was already
so emotional, he didn’t think it was right to ask. He finally got the courage
to rub his back soothingly. “Not all the time. I promise, Adam, okay?” he said,
finally pulling away after a bit. Did Adam have...was he aroused because of
him? Nigel wondered to himself, keeping his expression neutral.
Adam felt better, and he nodded, not paying attention to the way his pants were
tenting in that moment. He was usually one track minded though and right now
his thoughts were on the nice things Nigel had said, which lead to him moving
to how great it felt being hugged by him, so he said, “I'm sorry for being
mean, Nigel. Thank you for hugging me.”
“You’re uhh….I mean you’re welcome of course, yeah. I’m gonna, I should go
clean up for bed, okay?” Nigel said awkwardly. “Get some sleep, okay Adam?” He
turned, trying not to look down, and eased out, heading to the bathroom.
“Goodnight,” Adam said, wondering why Nigel was acting strangely and he could
certainly tell. He decided it was likely due to his outburst but then he
remembered. Oh no. Was Nigel weirded out? The boy worried but closed his room
door, getting into his sleep clothes and then under his weighted blankets.
Nigel went to his room, stripping down as he mulled everything over in his
head. Adam was sexually attracted to him. This was certainly new information
that he wasn’t sure how to take or what to do with. Adam was...a good-looking
kid for sure, there was no debating that. He knew Adam always felt himself to
be awkward, and he was sure Adam didn’t see himself that way. But Beth was
always mooning over him, and Nigel knew a few kids at school that thought he
was cute. The thing with Adam was there was so much else to him that made him
fun to be around and cool, and unless people took the time to really get to
know him, they missed out on it. It was the stuff that Nigel saw, that he liked
a lot in Adam. As he fell asleep he thought about that, hoping things might
resolve themselves on their own.
***
The next morning, Adam’s dad went to church on base and let the boys sleep.
When the raven haired beauty finally woke up, he rubbed his eyes and
immediately thought of Nigel. He could only hope things wouldn't be weird.
After he finished his morning routine, he went down to the kitchen to make
himself some all bran.
Nigel came out of the shower and went to his room to get dressed for the day.
He no longer of course had to worry about threadbare clothes that didn’t fit or
hand me downs; he got to pick out his own stuff now. He was getting bigger too,
participating in boxing at school, and he’d grown quite a lot in the last
couple of years, especially since he was eating so much better. He was still
lean, but his shoulders and chest had filled out more and he’d gotten much
taller. Looking at himself in the mirror, he combed his still long, dark blonde
hair out of his face and headed downstairs in a Dark Side of The Moon tee shirt
and blue jeans. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, he greeted him with a broad grin.
“Morning, Adam. Where’s Dad?” he asked. His voice had deepened as well, though
it still cracked a little now and then.
“He's at church,” Adam said, putting his phone into his pocket. He smiled at
the shirt and then poured some cereal for Nigel, the brand he knew he liked
which was a romanian brand of corn flakes. “And good morning. Beth will be here
in ten minutes. I just wanted to let you know. I asked dad via text and he said
it was okay too. Did you sleep well?”
Nigel nodded and scratched his belly. “Yeah, good. What’s she coming here for,
eh?” he asked, pouring milk in the bowl and sitting down at the table.
“She wants to see my models, but she only said that after I said I had
considered her offer,” Adam explained, wondering why she was interested in the
models all of the sudden, but it would be a good setting to tell her he'd be
her boyfriend on a trial basis. He took a bite of cereal and then wiped his
mouth. “As long as she doesn't touch them too much it should be an acceptable
visit.”
Nigel sighed, feeling put out she was coming over for some reason. “Yeah, sure
okay.” He’d just taken a bite of his cereal when his own phone buzzed with a
text message. He looked at it and rolled his eyes. “Shit. These girls. They’re
cramping things up. I thought we’d go try my skateboard today, maybe I could
show you some new jumps, but it’s Gabi. She wants to go fucking shopping or
some shit.”
Adam tapped on the table, having known this would happen, but then again Beth
was coming over anyway. “Okay. That's fine. I will be kissing Beth in the room
I think, so have fun with your girlfriend,” he said, stoically but maybe with a
bit more bite. He wanted Nigel to see them hanging out together, but now he'd
be gone and his friend wouldn't get to approve or disapprove of her which
ruined the experiment he'd read about online this morning.
Nigel shot a look at him. “Kissing already? Need any pointers?” he asked, not
meaning to be cruel, but he was inexplicably put off by the comment. He ate his
cereal with an angry poke into the bowl. He looked over the edge of his glass
of orange juice at the dark-haired boy, his cheeks flushed pink.
“No, I've watched the videos. I know how to kiss. I just need to put it into
practice,” Adam said and furrowed his brows. He wondered why Nigel seemed
bothered. Was he jealous too? Either way, there was work to be done but he felt
his emotions welling up like a volcano. “I might be kissing already but at
least I'm not rushing into sex. You're supposed to have sex with someone you
love. Do you love Gabi? She looks like a clown! I hate clowns. I hate Gabi!”
The words just tumbled out of his mouth and he sat there, frozen and stunned at
himself as well as everything.
Nigel’s mouth dropped open and he stood up. “Well, Beth looks like a boring
little fucking mouse, so I can’t see why you like her so much all of a sudden.
At least Gabi’s pretty and not gross-looking like Beth,” he said, not even
knowing why he blurted all that out. He took his cereal bowl and dumped in in
the sink. “I’m leaving.”
“Good!” Adam said and threw his spoon across the kitchen, standing up with
enough power to knock over his chair. “Beth doesn't need all that makeup. She
is natural and pretty without it! Go be with your clown girlfriend, Nigel. I'm
going to kiss mine soon!”
Nigel pulled his smokes out of his pocket and frowned. “Good fuckin luck with
kissing your shrimpy plain mouse,” he barked, running out the door. Why the
fuck was he so mad? He grabbed his skateboard and took off down the street,
cussing as the wind blew through his hair.
Adam cleaned up the kitchen, angrily, pacing back and forth when he was done.
It didn't take long before there was a knock on the door and by then he'd
calmed down a little. Walking over, he opened it to see Beth’s smiling face.
She didn't look like a shrimp or a mouse but he wasn't really overly attracted
to her. Maybe the kissing would help.
“Adam!” Beth beamed and hugged him right away. At least it was a semi tight
hug.
“Hello, Beth,” he said and once she was in, he closed the door.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Adam and Beth made small talk, or she did mostly, and before too long they were
on the couch. He wrapped his arm around her awkwardly, and asked if he could
kiss her. She nodded and blushed, just as he moved in.
What started as him testing the waters, lead to Beth all but climbing onto his
lap, shoving her tongue into his mouth hungrily.
***
“Fucking Gabi,” Nigel grumbled, half way to her house when he looked at his
phone. She’d cancelled on him, saying her parents had some kind of emergency
come up. He didn’t exactly want to go back home, but after texting his other
friends, everyone was busy. He was bored out of his mind, and finally decided
to head back.
He’d kicked his skateboard off and headed in the house, just in time to see
Beth on top of Adam, going right to town kissing him. “Goddamn it!” he shouted,
suddenly pissed as hell to see her there, doing that to Adam. “Jesus fuck! What
if I were Dad, coming in from church! For fuck’s sake!”
Beth jumped and so did Adam. She got off his lap, embarrassed and Adam stood
up. “Nigel! That's rude!” he shouted back, hard and angry all at once.
“I'm gonna go Adam,” she said and grabbed her purse, heading towards the door.
“I'm sorry but I can't be around him!”
“Beth, no, w-wait!” Adam said but it was too late. She was embarrassed and
upset, leaving to get on the bus that pulled up right as she walked out.
“Nigel! You made her leave!” Adam spat angrily, walking up to him with a puffed
out chest. “I was about to see her breasts!”
“She doesn’t even have tits, Adam. She’s so fucking stupid and...why do you
even like her?” Nigel yelled back, eyes drifting down to see the teen’s hard
on, which bothered him even more. He must have misread him completely before
when he’d had an erection. He was probably thinking of that bimbo Beth.
“I don't like big breasts anyways, Nigel,” Adam yelled back, only hard for Beth
because he'd never felt stimulation like that before and he'd been thinking she
was someone else in his mind as they'd kissed. “She's the only one who likes
me! I'm a freak and it doesn't matter that I don't like her much! At least she
wants to kiss me, unlike…” Adam trailed off and pushed Nigel a little, feeling
his shirt-covered pecs beneath his hands. “Unlike who I want to have kiss me!”
“Who do you want to kiss you?” Nigel looked down at the pale, slender fingers
on his chest and started into blue eyes, making contact with his own longer
that he normally ever did. His heart thudded against his ribs as his gaze
drifted down to Adam’s lips. Confused but aroused in a way he hadn’t felt
before, Nigel licked his lips and leaned down and pressed his mouth against
Adam’s with a breathless sigh.
Adam’s heart raced when Nigel kissed him and all the anger he'd felt left him.
It was replaced with passion, or that's what he thought it was as he wrapped
his arms around him and held tight. The boy opened his mouth, slipping his
tongue into his best friend’s mouth, knowing how to kiss now since he'd had
practice. It was way better than the kiss he'd just shared with Beth, and while
he mouth feel bad for her later, all he could think about now was this.
“Nigel…”
This was so much different than kissing Gabi, Nigel thought as he slipped his
arms around Adam’s waist and push him into the wall with the force of the kiss.
It felt hungry and desperate and right. He sucked his tongue with a groan and
finally pulled back for a breath. “Wow,” he said, a smile curling his lips.
Adam smiled back, pink cheeks and messy curls hanging down from the sheer heat
of it all. “I was going to say that,” he panted and licked his kiss reddened
lips. “You kiss much better than Beth. I think I'll need to break up with her,
unless you….” he couldn't think about that right now so he kissed Nigel again,
fingers going into his strands.
“I don't wanna be with Gabi, I wanna be with you,” Nigel confessed in a rush
all at once. He pushed his hips against Adam’s, rubbing against him as they
moaned into one another. Yes, he was definitely going to have to break up with
Gabi and he didn't much care how she'd feel about it. Adam was so much better
at this than her.
“You want to be with me?” Adam asked with big doe eyes widened. He smiled
happily, showing more emotion than he might normally. It was overwhelming but
in a good way and he moaned as their hips rutted together. “I want to be with
you too. I have wanted to be for some time now, Nigel. I like you so much.”
“You're my best friend and I really like you a lot too. I didn't know…” Nigel
drifted off, running his hands down Adam’s body, feeling him up. “I didn't know
this would feel so good. Way better than with, ya know, girls,” he said, a
blush darkening his high cheekbones.
Adam let him, his cock hard in his pants as he let out a shuddering breath. “It
feels very good. Much better than with girls, though I only have the one to
compare it too. I'd like to kiss more but let's go to my room. As you said
before, dad could come home early.”
Nigel loved the sound of that, his cock tenting his jeans as he looked at the
door. “Yeah, good idea. I really want to do that again,” he confessed, noticing
how soft Adam’s curls were and how nice his lips looked all wet and a little
swollen.
Blushing, Adam opened his room door once they were upstairs and let Nigel in.
After he was, he closed the door and locked it, rocking from heel to toe as he
waited. “Okay. We can do it,” he said and then remembered that meant sex
sometimes. “Kissing I mean.”
They made out for at least an hour, both flushed and dewy, lips reddened. A
little over the clothes groping occurred but nothing more. Adam wanted to take
it slow. The next day both boys ended their relationships with their
girlfriends and decided it was only each other they wanted.
***
Two more years passed and Nigel was eighteen; Adam sixteen but he would be
graduating a year early due to his intelligence. The past two years they’d
messed around a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way; oral sex, making out, rubbing
against one another, and it wasn’t easy, but Nigel knew Adam wanted to wait,
and he was so in love, he was willing to.
They decided that they would go to prom together even though Adam wasn't
certain of the noise and lights. He knew Nigel, his boyfriend and best friend
would be there to guide him through.
“Are you going to wear a suit?” Adam asked the evening before prom, sitting on
the park bench they'd walked to.
“Yeah, what do you think of it?” he asked, pulling out his phone and bringing
up a photo of a dark blue suit, solid matching shirt and tie. He’d gotten them
matching boutonnières but was waiting to show Adam until later.
Adam smiled and nodded. “I like it a lot,” he said, his mind imagining how
Nigel will look with it on. He pulled out his phone too, and showed him his. It
was a grey suit and with a constellation tie. “I am wearing this one.”
“You're gonna look so good in that, Star,” Nigel said softly, using a pet name
he'd given Adam since they’d started dating. He was beyond relieved Adam’s dad
had been cool about it, especially since he was American. But he could probably
see how happy his son was, and perhaps that was why.
“Thank you, Nigel, so will you, in yours,” Adam smiled and laced fingers with
Nigel on the park bench as the sun started to set. He leaned over and kissed
his cheek. Adam and Beth had decided to remain friends, though they weren't
overly close, and he too, was happy his dad didn't mind about he and Nigel. “I
think I'd like to have sex for the first time with you on prom night,” he said,
as though he was reading the weather.
Nigel’s breath caught in his throat. “I really want that too, if you do,” he
said. The confident teen never was shy or uncertain but with Adam, his feelings
were so deep for him, he wanted it to be perfect. They'd done a lot of other
stuff messing around, but never gone all the way. He tilted his chin and kissed
the brunet slowly. A lot of teens chose prom night to go all the way. Nigel
felt himself smile against Adam’s lips.
“I do, I just said I did,” Adam said, not unkindly, it was just how he was. He
kissed him again, suckling Nigel’s full upper lip and moaned a little. Oral sex
and actual sex was something he'd been wanting to do, but he wanted it to be
right also. He was glad that Nigel had been so patient with him. “I love you.
Do you love me? We should be in love before we have sex. It says so online and
dad has said that too.”
Nigel put his arm around Adam’s shoulders and pulled him close, turning to look
in his eyes. “I do love you, Adam. Tu iubesc, is how we say it in Romanian. I
love you, Adam Raki,” he said again, lost in the boy’s big blue eyes.
Adam lit up like a Christmas tree and hugged Nigel, kissing him again and
again. “I'm glad you love me. I think we are good together,” he said, emotion
in his voice, which wasn't a usual occurrence.
The two boys sat and made out a bit longer until there was a rustling from the
bushes. The sun had gone down, and Nigel looked over. “What is that?” He asked.
Adam leaned forward, a bit startled until he saw the outline of a furry animal.
It came out and he realized then. “It's a raccoon!” he exclaimed quietly, with
a smile, always finding the creature fascinating but he'd yet to see one in
Romania so far. “Two actually.”
Nigel chuckled quietly. “They’re cute little fuckers. Fat, too,” he said,
grinning as they waddled into the bushes again, looking around for food. One of
them spotted a piece of bread and snagged it, carrying it in his little hands
back to the foliage nearby.
“It's unusual to see them. They don't belong here, but there they are,” Adam
said, wistfully as he leaned into Nigel, feeling safe with him near. The other
raccoon peeked out at them, as if to give its approval of the whole thing and
then squeaked before going back into the bushes.
Nigel nosed into Adam’s soft chocolate curls, kissing him affectionately. Now
he was thinking about prom. He hoped his boyfriend would like everything he had
planned to try and make it special. Adam was still thinking of the raccoons,
that is until he felt Nigel kissing him. He turned and kissed him back, utterly
in love with his handsome boyfriend.
***
The weekend of prom had arrived, and Nigel was dressed in his suit and picking
up the limousine. The driver was an old man in a tuxedo. “She must be pretty
special for a kid like you to make this expense,” he grinned in the rear view
mirror at Nigel, who was fussing with the damn boutonnière on the lapel of his
jacket. “He is very fucking special, thanks,” the blond teen said pointedly.
They pulled up to Adam’s house and Nigel got out to knock on the door. Even
though they lived together, they’d decided to do this to make things a little
more special. Nigel had even rented a hotel room in town; the limo and suit and
room had cost him a few paychecks, but he didn't mind as he'd been saving up
for awhile and really wanted to spoil the boy he loved.
He knocked, holding the matching boutonnière in his hand to give Adam. It was a
galaxy blue and purple lily, lovely as the sky and matched Adam's eyes a bit.
Adam answered the door almost right away and smoothed down his suit a little
awkwardly. He wasn't a fan of suits really but he knew it was standard
protocol. When he saw Nigel, his heart thudded in his chest and he smiled. “Y-
you look very handsome, Nigel.”
A tawny blush crept up Nigel’s cheekbones as he drank in the gorgeous sight of
his beautiful boyfriend. His mouth hung open in awe, and he forgot he was even
holding the extra flower for him. “Oh my god, Adam. You look fuckin amazing,”
he said softly.
“Thank you, Nigel,” Adam blushed right back, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright.
He'd even put on some cologne, some his dad had helped him get that mostly just
enhanced his natural scent. It wasn't too bothersome which was nice. The boy
looked at the flower and then furrowed his brow, giggling. “Should I be holding
a pretty flower too? I didn't see that online.”
Nigel was startled from his reverie and laughed at himself. “No, I got this for
you. So we’d match, see? It reminded me of your eyes,” he explained as he
pinned it to the boy’s lapel. He leaned close to Adam and kissed his cheek,
inhaling deeply. “You smell good, darling.”
Adam ducked his head and blushed deeper still, his cheeks nearly crimson as he
looked at Nigel through his long, wispy lashes. “Oh, okay, thank you,” he
responded sweetly and then leaned in to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek too. “I
like that we match and you also smell good.”
Nigel really wanted to kiss Adam more, but he knew there'd be lots of time for
that later, and Mr Raki was coming down the stairs to see them off. “We’ll see
you tomorrow morning, sir,” Nigel said respectfully. He was always very
grateful to Adam's dad for everything that he did for him.
Admittedly, it was unusual at first to know of his son and adopted son’s
relationship but they weren't bound by blood and he loved them both. As such,
he supported them, and wanted the boys to be happy. “Yes, tomorrow morning.
Call me if you need me and no hanky panky. Remember the talk we all had okay?”
Mister Raki said, looking at Nigel. “Now, a photo together before you two
leave.”
Adam nodded and had no idea what hanky panky was but he didn't care enough to
ask. He was too excited. The boy stood next to Nigel. “Okay.”
“I know, sir.” Nigel put a strong arm around Adam’s shoulders and smiled for
the photo. He just had to be a little more patient a while longer. He'd waited
this long and the most important thing to him was Adam knowing how much he
loved him. “Thank you. We should go so we're not late, yeah?”
“Okay, you two go have fun,” Mister Raki said and then kissed both of their
brows. He saw them out and then once they were away, Adam smiled, looking at
the limo.
“Wow, Nigel. You got a limousine?”
“I wanted everything to be perfect tonight for you. I got us a room at
Sarroglia. Where the party is. They even have a rooftop spa; I thought we could
sneak up there later and maybe skinny dip…” he said with a whispered smirk as
he nodded at the driver who held the door open for them. Nigel waited for Adam
to climb in first and then followed.
“It is perfect! Thank you. I am very pleased with everything so far.” Adam
leaned into Nigel, his arm going around his bicep. He was thankful for the
privacy divider. The boy kissed him and neared his ear. “You mean naked?” he
asked, utterly in love and excited. Also aroused.
Nigel slid his arm around Adam’s waist and kissed his lips with a gentle, wet
open mouth, slowly sucking his bottom lip. He too was aroused at the whole
prospect of the night’s events - there was to be a fancy seven course meal
followed by the dance and then anything they wanted, all night long.
“Definitely naked, yes. I think there's a hot tub in our room too. Oh- I got us
a room, also.” He said with a playful smirk, kissing just beneath the
teenager’s ear.
“I-It must have cost a lot,” Adam surmised, and then moaned quietly, wriggling
in his seat a little. He turned his head, kissing Nigel soundly, laving their
tongues together slowly. When he pulled back to catch his breath, he licked his
lips. “I think all of that sounds good, especially being naked. I'm looking
forward to it more than the dance itself. There will be a lot of people there
and the music will be loud.”
Nigel grinned. “Dinner will be quiet, it’s a bunch of private tables. And yeah
the dance will be loud, but we don’t even have to stay long,” he hummed a
little deeper. “You know, if you don’t want to…”
“I told dad we were going to the prom, so we should go but I don't think I'll
want to stay long, no,” Adam said softly, his cock hard in his suit pants. He
laced their fingers together, and then noticed on the opposite seat there were
two bags with overnight clothes and essentials. Thankfully it was there since
he’d been so focused on the prom and suit, he'd forgotten. “You packed our bags
for the night. Thank you, Nigel.”
“You’re welcome darling. Yeah, I brought everything you’ll need to be
comfortable and...enjoy yourself...including me,” he winked. He was half hard
himself, just smelling and sitting next to his angel. He rubbed his free hand
over his thigh and squeezed his other palm against Adam’s tightly. “I can’t
wait to be alone with you in our room, if I’m being honest,” he admitted with a
blush.
“I am looking forward to that most of all,” Adam whispered, his cock twitching
as the driver parked the car outside their destination. He looked down to see
the Nigel’s half erection there and he bit his lower lip. “Thank you for
everything. You are good to me,” he said and then kissed him once more. “We’re
here it looks like.”
Nigel was disappointed and relieved all at once, but ultimately only glad to be
with the sexiest, smartest, most amazing boy in the world.
The driver came around to let them out and Nigel slid out first so he could
offer his arm to Adam. “Thanks,” he said quickly to the driver, who would
remain parked until they finished dinner, to take them to the school. “Shall
we?” Nigel asked trying to sound gallant and chivalrous, a twinkle in his
golden eyes.
Adam nodded and took Nigel’s arm, the driver staying put until they were ready
to go to the school and then their hotel room later. The boy smiled at his
boyfriend and held tightly. “Yes,” he answered and let Nigel. He was really
excited but right now a bit nervous about the prom. One dance should be okay,
he hoped.
They made their way inside and were seated. Nigel ordered them each a glass of
white wine, along with their ice water, which he’d read online would go best
with the creamy pasta sauce they’d be having later with the main course. He
called ahead to inquire about the menu and made sure they’d have the kind of
food for Adam that he liked. Nigel had been planning this for months and wanted
to leave nothing to chance.
As the server brought out the various courses, the food was of course
delicious, but Nigel really couldn’t take his eyes off Adam. The way his thick,
dark lashes fell across his pink cheeks when he looked down, and when he looked
up, the Romanian teen felt all the air knocked from his lungs at the beauty.
“Is it good, Adam?” he asked, at a slight loss for words from staring at the
beautiful lad.
“It's really good,” Adam blushed, wiping his mouth. He was really flattered
that Nigel had gone to so much trouble for him. It made his heart beat faster
and he felt like he had butterflies in his stomach. That was a silly
expression, entirely impossible to have them alive in there but he understood
it better now. Nigel looked so handsome though, Adam noted, ready to be alone
with him after they took a quick visit to the prom. “I...I think it's nice you
did all of this for me. I love you, Nigel.”
They finished dinner, and Nigel escorted the boy outside to the waiting limo,
which took them to the dance at school. The older teen held his hand, and
brought it to his lips to kiss his inner wrist, before he pulled him closer to
kiss his mouth. “I know we’re not at the dance yet, but I had to kiss you,
Adam. I love you so much, ya know?”
Adam kissed him back, and nodded slowly, holding Nigel’s face. He thumbed over
alpine cheekbones and gazed at him for a moment. “It's okay. We can kiss. We
don't have to exclusively kiss at the prom,” he giggled and then flicked his
tongue over his boyfriend's full lips.
The Romanian teen was addicted to Adam, the soft fullness of his lips, the
sweetness of his tongue, the way he melted into him when they did this. He
deepened the kiss, his hands bracing both sides of Adam’s strong jawline, when
he felt the limo stop. “Fuck, we’re here. I could just kiss you forever,” he
said pulling away breathlessly.
“I could kiss you for a long time also,” Adam said, knowing forever was
impossible but he really liked it all the same. Once the driver parked, they
got out and Adam let Nigel escort him inside. Right away he felt overwhelmed by
the crowd, the lighting, and the music but the theme of ‘a Starry Night’,
helped to put him at ease. “The theme is really nice,” he said loudly, wrapping
himself around Nigel’s arm as they walked around. “I didn't know this was going
to be how it would look.”
The older teen led Adam to the table with punch and poured some for each of
them. “Why don’t we just have a drink and then maybe a dance or two, yeah? Like
I said, we don’t have to stay long. Just make an appearance,” he smiled,
squeezing Adam’s hand to reassure him.
“Okay,” Adam nodded and walked with Nigel. He smiled at the squeeze and took
the offered little cup, starting to sip. Thankfully it wasn't horrible tasting.
The boy kept his focus on the stars and the colors scattered around the room,
letting his gaze rest on his boyfriend. “I like the stars.”
“I prefer you to every star in the galaxy,” Nigel said. The lights dimmed and a
slow dance song came on, and Nigel set his cup down. “This is a slow one. Maybe
we could dance to this, yeah?” he asked, nosing into Adam’s curls
affectionately.
Adam blushed and nodded, having researched dance moves too, so he felt
prepared. The boy finished his drink and set his cup in the trash, pecking
Nigel’s cheek. “Okay, we can dance to this, Nigel.”
The taller blond teen led Adam into the dance floor and gently guided his hands
to his broad shoulders. He positioned his own around the boy’s slim waist and
smiled down at him, swaying slowly. “See, beautiful? This is kinda nice.”
“It is, and the song isn't irritating,” Adam sighed, content that it was
something he liked. He pressed in closer to Nigel, looking up at him with love
in his youthful blue eyes. The boy kept his mind on the steps though, counting
them and mouthing the words as they started to dance properly.
Nigel pulled Adam closer, tucking his jaw again the shorter boy’s neck until
his lips were brushing against the shell of Adam’s ear. “Maybe we leave after
this dance, yeah? Go to the hotel, just you and I?” he whispered, leaving
feathery soft kisses down the side of his neck. The main lights were lowered,
with blue and silver Christmas lights sparkling all around, and the effect was
magical.
“Okay,” Adam answered, his breath hitching. He normally didn't like soft
touches but from Nigel it was good. The lights were nice too but he was ready
to get to the hotel and have some alone time with Nigel. He was both nervous
and excited all at once. Adam swayed, the song starting to near the end and he
kissed his boyfriend on the lips. “I think we should go without condoms.”
A groan left Nigel’s lips at the words, and he became lightheaded with how fast
he hardened at the seemingly innocent words. He leaned a bit heavily on the
shorter teen, his cock tenting his dress pants, and he angled his body,
grateful it was dark enough no one would see. “Oh fuck, yes, darling. I - I
think that’s a good idea.” He pushed down on his erection, trying to pinch at
the base and not be seen.
Adam saw and he leaned close to Nigel’s ear, his lips skimming it
unintentionally. “Are you masturbating?” he asked, whispering the words, not
that anyone would hear anyways. “I think that would be better to do in the
room. Not masturbating of course. Sex.” The song ended and the word ‘sex’
seemed to resound through the dance hall.
“I think it’s a better idea too. Come on, angel.” Nigel coughed and pulled Adam
against him in a hug, walking them towards the edge of the dance floor. The
song changed to something more upbeat and with a deep breath, Nigel was able to
walk normally again. He nodded and waved at a few classmates, saying hi and
greeting people until they’d worked their way closer to the door.
Once they were back in the limo, Adam let out a breath. He'd awkwardly waved at
a few classmates but was glad to be gone from there. “Are you sure you're not
disappointed that we didn't stay at the dance longer? Prom is a milestone in
many’s lives, I read.”
Nigel laughed and pulled a bottle of champagne from a chilling ice bucket.
“That’s overrated bullshit for plebs, Adam. I’ve got you, you’ve got me, we’ve
got a fucking fantastic limo, an amazing private suite, and all night to do
anything we want. More than that, I fuckin love you so much, Adam Raki, and
those are the things I want to celebrate and remember tonight.” He leaned in to
kiss the boy’s lips with a hum, and then pulled open the end of the bottle off
with a loud pop.
Adam blushed at that, feeling very good. He kissed him once more and took the
champagne once it was poured. He wasn't sure if a toast was standard protocol,
so he waited. The boy decided he wouldn't mention the alcohol to his father. “I
love you too, Nigel,” he said and looked at his boyfriend, drinking him in. “I
am happy. This has been a very good night so far.”
“To us, to our love, yeah? To...taking the next step,” Nigel said with a smile
as he touched his glass to Adam’s.
“To our love and to taking the next step, yes,” Adam nodded, echoing the toast
and then taking a sip. The bubbles tickled his nose and he giggled. “It
tickles.”
To Nigel, Adam’s laughter sounded like the most beautiful sound in the world,
and he broke into a big smile as he took a sip himself. “Yeah, it really does,”
he chuckled, rubbing Adam’s thigh.
After a few minutes of kisses and champagne, the driver at last pulled in front
of the hotel and opened the door. The boys got out and got their bags, going to
the hotel entrance. “Wow!” Adam exclaimed, looking around. “This is really
elegant, Nigel.”
“I’ve been thinking about tonight and planning this for a long time,” Nigel
said, taking Adam’s bag for him and offering his arm, which Adam took.
The raven haired boy smiled as they walked over to the check in. “It means a
lot to me, Nigel. I love it,” he said, letting his boyfriend do the talking to
the front desk. Adam looked at him and tried not to pay mind to the busy staff.
Nigel got their key card and took his hand, moving their bags over to the
elevator. Stepping inside, he pressed the button and the car lifted to their
floor. Nigel’s golden gaze swept over the inviting form of his boyfriend, the
rosy blush of his cheek and flutter of inky black lashes around baby blue eyes.
His heart pounded in his chest being alone in the confined space with him as he
waited for the elevator to stop.
Adam licked his lips and flicked his eyes up to Nigel as the elevator doors
opened, having contemplated kissing him, but it wasn't a long enough ride. It
only took a few minutes and they were inside their room, which was beautiful.
Once Nigel closed the door and set their bags down, the boy wrapped his arms
around his neck and kissed him soundly. “This is nice, Nigel. Very expensive
looking.”
The older boy was starved for Adam at that point, and he didn’t intend to, but
he wrapped his hands around the back of Adam’s head to kiss him with an eager,
hungry, open mouth. “Adam, Adam,” he said, softer than he’d ever spoken to him
before. “I love you…”
“I love you too,” Adam whispered, against Nigel’s lips as he held him by his
biceps. Adam was hard from the kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest as a
curl hung down his brow. Blue eyes peered up into amber and he licked his lips.
“I never want to be without you, Nigel.”
Nigel kept his eyes focused on Adam as he slowly shrugged off his suit coat and
unbuttoned the wrists of his dress shirt. He licked his lips as he looked at
Adam, and tugging off his tie, he opened the first few buttons at his collar
and cradled Adam’s face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss him again deeply.
“I never, ever want to be without you either.”
Adam nodded, running his hand over the dusting of chest hair that was starting
to form on Nigel’s chest, and kissed him again before taking off his own suit
coat and setting it on table nearby. He stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned
his own shirt, once he took off his tie. He couldn't ever be without his Nigel,
and he hoped they would never have to deal with being separation. “I-I’m ready,
Nigel.”
Nigel’s gaze roamed down Adam’s long neck and chest hungrily as he neared him
and touched him with a confident reverence. Rough fingertips skated over his
skin firmly, knowing Adam hated light touches, and he massaged the boy's firm
pectorals, rubbing over a pert rosy nipple.
“Nigel,” Adam breathed out, his youthful features illuminated with lust that
turned from a spark to a heated glow. He shrugged his shirt off, just in his
trousers and socks as he stood before his boyfriend. The boy reached out and
unbuttoned Nigel’s shirt the rest of the way, slipping it off of his shoulders.
He explored his chest by touch, biting his pink lower lip.
“Oh, Adam,” Nigel whispered, wrapping a hand around the back of his head, the
other moving down to his hip before sliding around front to cup his growing
erection. He lowered his mouth to cover Adam’s and slowly slid his tongue
inside again, massaging the slick muscle over with a deep moan.
Adam knew he was supposed to wait until marriage, but he was at the age of
consent, by Romanian standards and he was far more advanced mentally than most
his age. He'd weighed the pros and cons of coitus; Nigel was who he loved and
he was loved back. The boy undid his boyfriend's pants and slid his hand
inside, wrapping his slender fingers around his cock as their tongues danced
and moved in sync. He moaned, rocking his hips.
Nigel had never had sex with another boy. This would be a first for him too,
and he had done some reading on how it worked, of course he watched porn too,
and knew the mechanics, and how much preparation went into getting the
receiving partner ready. He was eager, but loved Adam so much he wanted to take
his time with him and make sure it would be a good experience. The blond teen
rocked his hips into Adam’s hand, his teeth scraping along the side of his neck
as eager pants slipped between his lips.
“Does it feel good?” Adam asked on a moan, his blue eyes fluttering as his neck
was teased. He thumbed over Nigel’s slit and used the excess precome to slicked
the glide of each pass. He knew his boyfriend would take his time and wouldn't
hurt him, and honestly he was more than ready to feeling him inside. Still, he
knew they had to be careful, the last thing the boy wanted was to be hasty and
end up injured.
Nigel groaned, his hips jerking against Adam’s hand as he swelled painfully
hard, and he nodded. “God, yeah it feels fucking amazing. Need to touch you,”
he panted, unzipping and tugging down the younger teen’s slacks. Letting them
fall to his ankles, he immediately pushed his hands inside the tight little
briefs the boy wore, hands cupping his soft ass cheeks. “Take them off, lay on
the bed, yeah?”
Adam tugged Nigel’s pants and underwear down and then nodded, pulling down his
briefs and trousers. He folded them over the chair before walking to the bed to
lay down on his back, looking up at him. He spread his lithe legs, his cock
laying flat against his taut little belly as it rose and fell with
anticipation. “Come here, Nigel. Please.”
Nigel pulled the little bottle of lube he’d bought before hand and crawled up
on the bed, naked too, the dusting of hair over his lean body still not all
grown in. His muscle definition was better than most for a boy his age though
do to his athletic activities. The Romanian teen’s eyes burned with lust and
love as he ran his hands up Adam’s legs and settled himself between them.
Squirting a dollop of lubrication on his fingers and palm, he began circling
his fingers round and round Adam’s hole, just rubbing along the seam from his
balls to his entrance. “My Adam…”
“My Nigel,” Adam breathed out, moaning and writhing a little as he was touched
there. He couldn't believe this was actually happening but was very glad it
was. The boy knew that he and Nigel were meant to be, even if he didn't believe
in fate. “That feels very good Nigel. I'm nervous. I know the mechanics of anal
sex, but I'm afraid of the pain or that it'll be overwhelming.”
Nigel nodded and licked his lips. “If I did these two things at once, I think
it’ll distract you, hmm? I’m gonna make sure it doesn’t hurt, angel,” he
whispered, and leaned down on his elbows to lay his head on the soft skin of
his inner thigh. He licked slowly into the juncture of thigh and the soft curly
hairs above his cock, and then ran his tongue up the side, all the while
working the tip of his finger around his entrance.
“I think that would be a good-” Adam stopped talking and threw his head back
against the pillow, moaning loudly as he gripped the sheets tightly. It felt so
incredibly good, and he saw stars behind his eyes, comets flickering in the
blackness there as the immensity of the moment overtook him. “Oh Nigel-”
Truth be told, Nigel had never given blow jobs of course until his little angel
Adam. But with plenty of practice, he learned every little coo and sigh, every
moan, all the little sounds he would make, each line and vein and every inch of
skin. He lapped a fat ball into his mouth, moaning as he swirled his tongue
around and around. “So fucking delicious, mmm,” he groaned, and waited until
he’d taken the head of Adam’s cock in his mouth, resting heavy on his tongue,
before sliding one well-lubed finger inside.
It always felt perfect like this and the boy wiggled his toes, trying to keep
still but he already felt close to coming. When the finger slid into his hole,
he clamped down on it, his body wanting to push it back out. It was an odd
sensation but so far it wasn't painful. Adam was about to say something but
when he felt the dual stimulation he lost all thought and gasped, mewling.
“Wow… oh yes-”
Nigel continued to finger the younger boy, working the digit in and out as he
sucked his cock, lewd, wet spitting sounds filling the hotel room. He was
painfully hard, reaching down to fist over himself with his free hand. The
tight clench of Adam’s body was an overpowering sensation. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Adam managed, a hand going to tug gently through long blond strands. He
swallowed thickly and licked his lips, watching him. “I might orgasm soon if
you continue, Nigel.”
Nigel added a second finger and squeezed the base of his cock tightly to stave
off his climax. “I want you to, but I need to be inside you. Just a little bit
more...I don’t want it to hurt, darling, you know? You ready for three?” He
twisted his wrist, pushing deeper and trying to not rush it.
“Yes,” Adam breathed out, his balls starting to ache a bit but he would rather
orgasm with Nigel inside of him too. He spread his legs wider, bending them at
the knee as his heels pressed into the mattress. “Oh Nigel, I need…”
Nigel’s third finger pressed in deeply, and he knew as he fingered him Adam was
ready. In any event he felt they were both ready, and his teenage impatience
was becoming too much to resist. The way Adam looked spread open before him
like that, the tempting little pink seam running over his balls and down, the
way he bit his lip and sighed...Nigel was ready too. He knelt in front of him,
pushing his thighs up and pouring more lube on his cock. “You sure, Adam?” he
asked once more.
“Yes,” Adam said, more than ready. Eager. Patience wavering, he reached forward
and gripped Nigel’s ass, pulling him closer and biting at his chest, somewhat
hard in his anxiousness. “Now Nigel, please. Don't tease me. I don't like
that.”
The lanky boy stroked himself, his muscular ass flexing, and lined up he
pressed inside. The tight clench of Adam’s rim bearing down on him felt better
than anything he’d ever experienced. He remained still, not daring to move as
he watched Adam work to relax his body and adjust. “Oh Adam...are you okay?” he
asked, eyes fixed on the beautiful lad’s face.
“I'm okay,” Adam breathed out, gripping Nigel’s arms now as he looking into his
eyes for a bit and licked his lips. It burned, but it wasn't as painful as he
thought it would be, which meant his boyfriend had kept his word and opened him
up properly. He loved the weight of the other on top of himself, it made him
feel safe, and he relaxed completely. “It burns but it feels good. You can move
more if you want to.”
Slowly, Nigel began moving his hips, his belly trembling as he tried hard to
control himself. “It feels so so much better than anything I’ve
ever...felt...God, Adam you feel amazing,” he gasped, not taking his amber gaze
off the boy’s big blue eyes. He thrust in and out, a little deeper each time,
stroking Adam’s cock as he moved to help with the pain.
“Kiss me please,” Adam begged, his legs tightening around Nigel as he ran his
nails down his back. His pink pucker squeezed around his boyfriend’s cock and
he let out a louder moan as the burn finally gave way to pleasure. “Oh Nigel,
mm, harder-”
Nigel gasped at the way his body suddenly relaxed and he sucked him inside. “Oh
my god,” he whispered, followed by curses in Romanian, and he pulled Adam’s
face to his open mouth closing over the younger boy’s in a desperate hungry
moan. “Gods, Adam….” he began rutting faster and harder, once he opened up.
Panting into Nigel’s mouth, Adam sucked his tongue, scraping his teeth over it
lightly as he let his hands go down to his beau’s ass. He gripped there, nails
digging in as his cries resounded louder in the room. “N-Nigel, oh, oh, OH!”
Adam’s hands on his ass brought out a beast in the teenager, and he pushed Adam
flat, starting to fuck into him even harder. He reached down, spitting in his
palm and stroke his cock. “Oh Adam, I think I’m going to come soon, oh fuck,”
Nigel confessed. Being a teen he could rebound fast but his stamina was not
quite there yet.
“Me too,” Adam moaned, kissing down to Nigel’s neck as he held him by his ass
and breathed hot against his skin. His hole pulsed around the other boy’s cock,
their chests brushing together as they moved as one. It was a blurring of two
souls, destiny working such a beautiful and fated union that even the stars
wept jealously.
Nigel’s amber eyes burned and he captured Adam’s gaze and held it. As he stared
into dreamy, heated blue eyes nearly black with pleasure, the teenager
exploded, slamming hard and fast into Adam as his hips stuttered their climax.
“Adam, oh fucking hell, Adam, Adam…!”
“Nigel!” Adam gasped, Breathing erratically as he found his own release, come
shooting up his chest. He kissed his moans into his boyfriend's mouth, wrapping
his limbs around him like a tight vine. “Wow…”
Nigel couldn’t speak for a few moments, so taken with pleasure was he. He
wordlessly kissed Adam until finally he whispered. “That was intense, eh
darling?” he asked, grinning at the come between their bodies. As his cock
softened and he slipped out of Adam’s body, he pulled him into his arms, unable
to stop kissing and touching him.
Adam rolled a little, his head on his chest, leg wrapped over his legs as he
kissed Nigel back slow and passionate. “Yes, but I liked it,” he whispered, his
skin dewy and pink, hair mussed up and damp. “A lot.”
Nigel wrapped an arm around him and he laughed. “Good, because I wanna do it
more, don’t you?” he remarked, running his fingers up and down Adam arm firmly.
“Yes, I would like to have sex several more times tonight, and I think in the
shower or tub would be appealing also,” Adam smiled, nodding as he gazed up at
his beau. This was a good night, and he was glad they hadn't stayed long at the
prom.
Nigel brushed his long dirty blond hair out of his face, feeling himself
hardening again at his sexy boyfriend’s words. “Fuck yeah, in the shower,” he
groaned with a dark chuckle, pawing Adam and touching him everywhere he could
reach. “I love your body, I love every gorgeous fucking inch of you, Adam.”
“Good because I love all of you too,” Adam said, softly, also touching Nigel
anywhere he could reach. He was starting to get hard too and he rolled over on
top of him, beginning to grind his cock against his boyfriend’s slowly. “Mm,
Nigel…”
Nigel rutted against him, groaning at how extra dirty it seemed to be so horny
again still covered in come and lube. He palmed over and squeezed Adam’s ripe,
plush ass. “Fuck, that feels nice, hmmm?”
“Oh yes, it does,” Adam moaned, his hips grinding down into Nigel as he
straddled on of his thighs to get more friction. He began to pant, almost
whorish yet still innocent sounds coming from his mouth. “It's so good.”
Nigel squirted some lube on his cock and tucked it between Adam’s cheeks,
pushing up and grunting deeply. He kissed the boy hard exploring his mouth with
an eager tongue. “Fuck, Adam, you taste so good,” he moaned, always loving
making out with his boyfriend but now, it seemed even better than ever.
“You do too,” Adam whispered, both legs over Nigel’s hips again as he rutted
against his cock and kissed him heatedly. He was lost to lust, totally
entranced by the feeling. The boy was always known to be one track minded and
right now, all his attention was on his boyfriend. Grasping the blond’s face,
he bit his lips, licking between them to plunge back in as his cock leaked from
the tip.
Nigel’s mind raced with everything he wanted to do to Adam, but right now all
he could do was grind his hips against him feverishly, his desire built back up
rapidly. He shoved his hand between their bodies, wrapping around his cock and
jerking it as he sucked Adam’s tongue. “We can just do this all night, fuck, oh
fuck,” he gasped, and he erupted again, come shooting between Adam’s ass cheeks
and up his back.
“Yes,” Adam moaned loudly, his lithe hips working as his body tensed and he
came right with Nigel, up his belly and chest. “N-Nigel!” he all but shouted
and shook with each fierce wave of orgasm as it shot through and out of him. He
poured his passion into his boyfriend's mouth, still holding his face as his
heartbeat pounded in his ears like a drum.
Nigel kissed him back, holding his face with his free hand, and leaned up on
his elbows, staring completely smitten at Adam. “I hope you know now, you have
me, you have me utterly forever, gorgeous Adam. Te Iubesc...te iubesc my Star,
my Adam,” he whispered with a dreamy, delirious smile.
Adam was too spent and in love to argue that they wouldn't live forever. He
knew what Nigel meant and found it made his heart flutter. Figuratively
speaking. “I love you too, Nigel, and I'm glad because you have me too, as long
as we're here on the planet together.”
The boys spent the rest of the night cuddling, making out, talking about their
future together, and just everything; they eventually cleaned up, ate and
fucked once more. Nigel was finally spent around three am and his kissed Adam
to sleep as they drifted off.
***** Chapter 6 *****
The next morning, Adam woke up first, and rolled over on his side, and watched
Nigel sleep, his fingers resting on his chest. He was a little sore but not a
lot since he'd been worked open well. They had had a good night. It was truly
one he wouldn't ever forget.
The older teen stirred and opened his eyes slowly, focusing on the beautiful,
flushed face and cheeks of his Adam. He touched the boy’s face fondly and
wiggled his eyebrows in a goofy face. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said in a
deep, sleep-roughened voice.
“Good morning, Nigel,” Adam giggled, and rubbed his eyes, leaning into the
touch. At first he didn't know what the face had been for but then he realized
it was just a playful morning greeting. “I'm hungry. I hope they have cereal
here.”
Nigel ran his hands up and down Adam’s naked body and yawned sleepily. “I
checked, they do. I made sure of it.” He reached between his legs and tugged on
his cock. “I hope last night was ok for you, hmmm?”
“Thank you, Nigel,” Adam smiled and then watched Nigel touch himself. He bit
his lower lip and blushed, leaning down to kiss him slowly. “It was. It was
more than okay. I enjoyed it a lot.”
“Me too. I couldn’t have asked for a better prom. You’ve made my life so much
fucking better than I ever woulda thought, Adam.” Nigel tended to get a bit
romantic sometimes, and where he lacked in eloquence he made up for with
passion.
“Thank you,” Adam responded, stoic but his heart was fluttering. He cupped
Nigel’s face, thumbing over his cheekbone as he gazed at him, blue to amber.
“You have made my life so much fucking better too, Nigel. It's fucking great
and I love you very fucking much.” He was trying to get the cussing thing down.
Nigel laughed a little boisterously; it was about the cutest damn thing in the
world to hear those words come with such sincerity from his angel’s mouth.
“You’re getting good at that darling. Dad will love that,” he joked. “And what
I mean is, he won’t approve and you shouldn’t cuss in front of him.”
“A lot of things I've done here that he won't approve of,” Adam joked, looking
at Nigel to see if he thought it was funny. He kissed him twice and played with
his hair. He liked Nigel's hair.  All  of him. “I won't cuss in front of him or
tell him we had intercourse.”
Nigel turned bright red and smiled down at Adam sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s a
good idea, darling.”
Nigel stretched after breakfast and went to the patio to have a cigarette. He
hadn’t showered and felt like it was very necessary after their activities.
“I’m gonna clean up, babe,” he said, sauntering back inside with his boxers
hanging low on his hips.  
“Okay,” Adam nodded and then walked over. “I am join you, unless you want to
shower by yourself?” he offered, his shirt off and just in his little briefs.
Nigel kissed the side of Adam’s neck, rubbing his bubble-butt before slapping
it playfully. “We wouldn’t want to waste water, would we? Yeah, join me,” the
teenager answered, already hard again.
“No, you're right. I hadn't thought of the water usage,” Adam said, thinking
that Nigel cared about that. He would need to research the topic later, find
out how much the average shower utilized. The slap made him squeak and he
flushed deeper and then tugged off his briefs, his own hard cock slapping his
belly. “Okay let's shower.”
Nigel shed his boxers too, his darker, veiny cock springing free as he stared
lustfully down Adam’s pale, lithe young body. “God damn, I’m lucky you’re mine,
Adam,” he said appreciatively, tugging the younger lad into the bathroom with
him and starting the shower.
“I don't believe in luck but I think we are both fortunate,” Adam smiled and
hugged Nigel from behind, his cock pressing between the older teen’s cheeks.
“Maybe one day I can penetrate you too,” he said, speaking between the blond’s
shoulders.
Nigel gasped at that, wiggling his bottom against Adam’s cock. “Wow, yeah?
That’s….I would do that, baby,” he grinned. He climbed in the tub, pulling the
curly-haired boy with him. The golden fur on his slim body quickly plastered
down his tanned skin, and he grabbed a bar of soap, lathering his palms and
beginning to run his hands all over Adam.
“Okay, we will have to plan that sometime,” Adam smiled again and then eyed
Nigel's body before closing his eyes to enjoy the feel of his boyfriend's hands
on him. “That feels nice. You're making me aroused.”
Nigel hummed in agreement and brushed his lips over Adam’s neck and shoulders,
avoiding his cock just yet. They were both aroused, and in the shower, and it
didn’t take a genius to know where this was going. “You’re arousing me,
gorgeous,” he said softly.
Adam knew where it was going, even with the issues he had reading people that
much was clear. “I can see that,” he giggled and then arched his back, his
chest pushing gently into Nigel’s. The boy ran his hands down his boyfriend's
back, down to his ass, which he squeezed. “I wish we could stay here forever.
The hotel, not the shower.”
Nigel hummed, loving the way Adam played with his ass. “I do too. I hope when I
got to college we can have our own place, yeah? I mean we’ll stay at your house
as long as we can, but having this privacy is pretty nice.”
“It is. I like it a lot,” Adam said and leaned in close to suck on Nigel’s
neck, making sure not to make a bruise there. He was becoming braver, and
slipped his finger between Nigel’s cheeks, just to feel his pucker but not push
in.
Nigel found himself leaning in to Adam’s touch. It felt funny to be touched
there, but not bad. Different. He wasn’t sure if he liked it, but what he did
love was Adam’s hands on his body. He craned his neck to kiss Adam’s, scraping
his teeth over the skin with a groan, but resisting biting as badly as he
wanted to. It was slow and lazy with all the desire between them simmering
under the surface.
“Wow, you feel so warm,” Adam moaned, also wanting to feel Nigel’s teeth. He
ground his hips, his slick, soapy cock rubbing against the other boy’s as his
lust went for a flicker to a flame. The younger teen wanted to explore all of
Nigel, to know every single angle and jaunt of bone.  “You can bite me, just
not in places dad can see.”
Nigel bent down and suckled one of Adam’s taut, rosy nipples between his teeth,
tongue laving over even as he bit down. “Okay, baby,” he whispered, his cock
jutting into the firm muscle of Adam’s thigh. “You can keep touching me there,
okay?” he encouraged, enjoying how slippery they were against each other.
Adam gripped Nigel’s hair, inhaling sharply as he cried out pleasurably. “Oh!
I… don't stop,” he managed, really liking that and then nodded. “Okay.” The boy
massaged Nigel’s pucker, going up and down his crack as he rolled his hips and
lolled his head back.
Nigel really loved the way Adam was rubbing over his hole, and he moved to the
other nipple, biting a little harder. “I know my ass isn’t near as nice as
yours, but that feels good,” he finally admitted.
“Can I perform analingus on you?” Adam asked, mewling under Nigel's
ministrations. He gasped and pulled his boyfriend's hair when he was bit
harder, to show he really liked it. “And your ass is very nice. Much better
than mine.”
“Not even close, oh Adam. Yours is so perky and full and soft,” Nigel growled a
little and moved up to kiss his lips. “Fucking hell. Yes please, I’d like
that…”
Adam kissed him back for a minute longer and then blushed at the compliment. He
walked around behind Nigel and then got on his knees. “Okay, please face the
wall, and bend over,” he instructed.
Nigel did as he was asked, looking back at Adam over his shoulder as he bent at
the waist. Bracing his hands against the wall, he spread his legs, feeling
himself tremble in anticipation. “Like this?”
“Yes,” Adam breathed out, his breath hitching at the sight before roving his
hands down his cheeks and between his legs. He really liked how muscular Nigel
was and while he'd never licked someone  there , he was looking forward to it
with his boyfriend. Spreading his cheeks, the boy cautiously leaned and kissed
each one, then licked a hot stripe up his crack.
Nigel threw his head back and moaned loudly, not expecting the intense
sensation that accompanied the licking. He didn’t know what he was expecting,
but a warm, wet, wiggling tongue was not ever among the things he thought he’d
say he enjoyed. This felt utterly amazing though, and he found himself arching
his back into him, wanting more. “Fuck, that feels good…”
Since Nigel liked it, Adam continued, happy with how his boyfriend tasted. He
swirled his tongue around the other boy’s hole, his hand reaching to grasp
Nigel’s cock as he laved over the pucker more and more eagerly, moaning. It was
very arousing doing this, and he decided he'd like to do it more often.
Nigel was eager to try new things with Adam; he’d never done anything like this
before, and was shocked at his body’s response. He was so hard, a long strand
of clear fluid dropped from the end of his cock, and he was making noises he’d
never heard himself make before. He was cursing under his breath, encouraging
the boy’s talented mouth. He arched his back a little more, seeking all he
could get.
Adam decided to try another new thing he'd seen in porn and slapped Nigel’s
ass, pressing his face in closer. He dipped his tongue inside his pucker, his
hips grinding as water cascaded down over his body. It was really sexy, and it
had him leaking from his swollen, hard, cock. “Oh, Nigel,” he moaned into his
ass, nearly blind with desire.
Nigel let out a surprised grunt at the slap and gasped at the way Adam’s tongue
felt breaching him. “Oh fuck, yes...use your finger. You can do it, angel, go
ahead,” he whispered.
The boy was worried that his saliva wasn't enough lubrication, but did as Nigel
said after wetting him really good. He pressed his finger in, up to the knuckle
and waited for him to adjust. “Let me know if it hurts,” Adam said, licking
around his finger as he went in deeper, his other hand still working his
boyfriend’s cock.
It burned, he couldn’t lie, and it took his breath away for a moment as he
adjusted. He could tell he would need lube. “It’s good, it’s good. We need
lube, okay? I don’t want to stop but I’ll need lube before you add another,
yeah?” he whispered awkwardly, not wanting to dissuade him. The teen was
determined to try this with his boyfriend.  
Adam removed his finger carefully, and nodded, straightening his stance once he
stood up. He didn’t want to hurt Nigel. “Okay, let’s finish our shower and then
get into bed,” he suggested, a rosy blush coloring his features. “I know you
didn’t want me to stop but I think the bedroom is the optimal place for this.”
Adam got the soap and finished bathing himself, and Nigel.
Nigel took a deep breath and nodded, rinsing himself and Adam off. He turned
off the water and opened the curtain, grabbing them each towels. He was very
excited to continue, as evidenced by his bobbing erection. He stepped out of
the tub and helped Adam out as well. “Good?”
“Is what good?” Adam asked, drying off. He looked at Nigel with brows knitted,
more a question than anything else. He was still very hard, and eager also
though, more than ready to get to be on top. The boy watched Nigel, waiting.
“I guess I meant, are you uhm...ready to get into bed and maybe try this,
yeah?” he stumbled, and for the first time in ages, he too felt nervous. He’d
never done this either, and it excited him because he loved Adam. He still had
butterflies though. Walking into the bedroom, he dropped the towel and climbed
up in the bed, looking over his shoulder at the dark-haired boy.
Adam picked up Nigel’s towel, and then put it, and his own in the hotel dirty
clothes. He blushed and walked over to the bed, crawling between his legs and
bracketing his head. With a smile, he nodded. “Yes, I am ready, Nigel, as long
as you’re still okay with it.”
Nigel felt the air leave his lungs when his gaze met Adam’s. His boyfriend was
so gorgeous, and it filled the older boy’s belly with heat, those big blue eyes
and thick dark lashes. A wet, messy curl hung in his face, skin pink with heat
from the shower. He lay back against the pillow, looking up at Adam. “How do
you want me?” he asked, grinning as he spread his thighs.
Adam gazed down at Nigel, and leaned in to kiss him, his body covering him as
he laid between the Romanian’s spread thighs. “I want to have sex in this
position, at least initially, unless you would prefer to be on top of me, so
you can control the depth and speed?”
“Missionary. I’m a little big to get on top and ride, yeah? This way you can
control things and ...I trust you, Adam,” Nigel smiled softly, running a hand
through his long wet hair and adjusting himself on the pillows. He bent his
knees and scooted his ass forward, allowing lots of room for Adam to work.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, Adam,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Nigel, and okay. Also you are very handsome,” Adam whispered, and
then rutted his cock between Nigel’s cheeks, not wanting to rush, he wanted to
take it slow, make sure his boyfriend was worked open properly and that they
were both heated. “I won’t hurt you, not intentionally. I-I love you.”
Nigel moaned at the feel of his boyfriend’s cock. He was already hard, leaking
pre come on his own belly, and he bit his lip looking up at Adam. He handed the
lube to the brunet. “Put some on your fingers and you know...you want me to
start?” he asked.
Adam slicked up his fingers after backing up a little, and then shook his head.
“I want to start for you, if that’s okay,” he said, wanting to be the one to
pleasure Nigel. Plus, he would need to know how for later anyway. His boyfriend
looked so sexy like that, but then again he always did. He pressed a finger to
his hole, rubbing around the rim, and then slowly inserted the tip, feeling the
ring of resistance start to give way. “Tell me i-if you need me to stop or slow
down, please.”
The blond, lanky teen naturally tensed at the contact, but breathed slower and
deeper to relax - in through his nose and out through his mouth. He knew it was
just the initial burn, and that it would subside, so he encouraged Adam. “Good,
good, baby push your finger all the way in, you’ll feel me loosen up, yeah
angel?”
Adam had hurt him in the shower when he’d done this, but this time they had
lube, so he was glad about that. He slid it all the way in, doing so carefully,
and slowly, eyes alternating between Nigel’s hole and his eyes. The boy really
wanted to insure his boyfriend was okay. “I feel it loosening a little. Are you
okay?”
Nigel’s eyes opened and looked down into Adam’s sweet, sexy blue eyes. “God,
yeah. It feels weird but, okay, doesn’t hurt. Lube helps. Bend y-y-y-
your...bend your knuckle, yeah? There’s o-o-o-ohhh. There’s a place that will
make it feel good. Slow, slow…” he directed, shifting his hips and reaching
down to stroke his cock a little, take the edge off.
Doing as instructed, Adam licked his lips and bent his knuckle. He moved
Nigel’s hand with his free one, and then took his cock into his mouth, bobbing
his head up and down. The boy found a spongy spot inside, and pressed there,
rubbing in circles. He wondered if it was the prostate, but he wasn’t sure. All
he knew was he wanted to please the other teen.
“Oh f-f-f-f-ffuck,” the blond gasped, hips arching off the bed and jerking into
Adam’s mouth. A bolt of heat shot from his ass all the way up his body, a shock
of pleasure he’d never felt before, and he knew what it was. The combination of
the wet heat of his angel’s mouth in combination made it even more intense, and
his fingers tangled in dark curls. “You got it, oh fuck, gorgeous that feels so
fucking good…”
Adam was happy, and very aroused too. He continued taking his handsome
boyfriend down, and since he was distracted, added a second finger, carefully
and slowly. The boy made sure not to hurt him, adding a little more lube, then
before too long felt the muscle loosen again, so he pressed once more on that
pleasure spot, his tongue swirling as he suckled the unsheathed head between
his lips.
He was lost in pleasure, rocking his hips in and out of Adam’s warm wet mouth,
rough groans spilling from his lips. “So fucking good, angel, perfect,” he
encouraged as his body relaxed more and more to the long slender fingers
working him open. “You can do...try three fingers, gorgeous…”
Popping off, Adam caught his breath, licking his lips. “Okay, Nigel,” he said,
and reslathered his fingers, going right back to sucking his boyfriend’s
perfect cock. Again carefully, he added a third, keeping them together tightly
as they went in and out of Nigel’s hole. The sounds didn’t gross him out, and
actually aroused him further, so much so that he began to undulate his hips.
“Fuck, god baby that’s so good. Ahhh!!!” Nigel writhed under the younger boy,
head thrown back and one hand in his brown curls. After a few more minutes he
was close to coming, but he didn’t want to come until Adam was inside him, so
he coaxed the boy up. “Come on darling. I’m ready for you to fuck me, yeah?” He
begged.
“Yes, I’d like that,” Adam affirmed, and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a
kleenex next to the bed. He lubed up his cock, and positioned it at Nigel’s
hole, slowing pressing in. He moaned, the tight heat better than he could have
imagined, and kissed the sound into Nigel’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as his
body shook from the immense pleasure of it all. “Oh… Nigel…a-are you okay?”
Adam looked so beautiful atop him like this, and he stroked his own cock a few
times as he watched him. The distraction helped with the burn; Adam’s cock was
of course more to take than even three of his fingers. “It’s good, it’s good
angel. Go all the way in and hold still a minute,” he directed, jaw slack and
sharp teeth flashing as he breathed deeply.
Adam nodded, and slipped all the way in, to the hilt, pausing there. He took
the moment to kiss down to Nigel’s neck, laving over his skin, as his slim
fingers trailed down his side, to his chest. There, he stroked a nipple,
circling it, and once he felt Nigel relax, he began to move, slowly, making
love to him in lieu of hard fucking--at least for now. The boy had been
watching a lot of porn, per usual, to make sure he did this right, and he
grunted softly, his balls moving inside the sack as he pressed in again,
pausing once more. “You feel so good, Nigel. I like being inside of you.”
It was vastly different, for obvious reasons, being on this side of the
equation, completely new to Nigel, and yet it was intimate and powerful in a
way he cherished. The tender, intuitive way Adam made love, well he knew he was
beyond fucking lucky. Adam was the kind of boy he knew everyone would envy him
for having, and filled his chest with love to know this beauty was his alone.
He moaned at the stroke to his nipple and reached for Adams cheek to pull him
on top closer and kiss him. “Fuckin perfect, baby, just perfect,” he whispered.
“I love you,” Adam whispered back, kissing him slow as his hips moved, cock
driving deep inside and back out again. He felt sweat form on his skin, muscles
working, and ass flexing below the dimples above his cheeks. The boy’s body
pressed against Nigel completely, no space between, but it gave the older
teen’s cock the friction it needed while Adam picked up the pace a little,
pumping earnestly into his boyfriend. “Oh Nigel… Nigel….”
Nigel pulled his thighs up, knees almost bent to his shoulders, grunting as
Adam’s body weight gave him just the perfect amount of friction, and with every
thrust against his prostate Nigel could feel the fire building in his spine.
“God, fucking god, angel, you fuck me so fucking good,” he panted, completely
smitten with the teen. His dark curls, normally combed so flawlessly, were
askew and wet, the apples of his cheeks flushed red, and the Romanian grabbed
both sides of Adam’s face to kiss him hard. “Fuck,” he gasped against his red
lips.
Adam went harder, moaning and panting into Nigel’s mouth, his balls slapping
against the other as he fucked him into the mattress. The bed moved, the
headboard hitting the wall and the boy didn’t care. All he cared about was how
good it felt to be inside of Nigel and to feel the hot constriction around his
shaft. He was close, but he didn’t want it to end, he wanted to do this forever
somehow, even if it wasn’t possible. “Nigel… wow… “ he managed, then dipped his
tongue back into his mouth, arms bracketed on either side of the older boy’s
head.
The blond teen bit against Adam’s lips, licking into his mouth and sucking his
tongue as his moans grew louder. “I’m going to...come, Adam…” he moaned as his
cock jerked and spurted hot come between them, sticky and thick, untouched and
throbbing against his belly. His glutes clenched around Adam, abs rippling and
legs wrapped tight around the smaller boy. “Adam, oh fuck, Adam!”
“Oh yes-” Adam moaned louder, still thrusting hard, keeping his movements close
to Nigel instead of long and slow. The clutch of his boyfriend’s body was too
much, and with muscles stuttering, he finally came. He filled his hole with
creamy seed, coating the insides thoroughly, kissing Nigel with wild abandon as
he exhaled and inhaled again, through flared nostrils. His whole body was hot,
covering sweat, but languid after a few more passes. Adam collapsed on top of
the older boy, laving his tongue slower as they rode out the waves together.
“Nigel…”
Nigel never imagined he’d like this half way as much as he did, though he was
positive it was because of how desperately he loved him. “My Adam. God, you’re
a fucking revelation. I’m so lucky you’re my boyfriend, baby. This was better
than anything I could’ve imagined, you know?” he said softly, brushing Adam’s
cheek.
“I didn’t know, but I do now, Nigel,” Adam smiled, leaning into the touch
before kissing him once more and then rolling onto his side. He snuggled into
the blond, wrapping his limbs around him. “I feel fortunate also. I love you,
and don’t want us to ever break up. I didn’t think I could love, or be loved.
Well, the option was there, but I wasn’t sure it would happen to me, b-but I’m
glad it did.”
“As am I, my fucking gorgeous little angel. I’m so damn in love with you…”
“I am in love with you too, Nigel.”
***** Chapter 7 *****
A few weeks later and Adam's father sat both boys down. He told them they were
moving to New York, that he was being stationed there. Of course, he also knew
he couldn't make Nigel join them, since he was of age now, however he agreed to
come. There was no way he was leaving Adam, and the younger teen was really
glad. It made it easier for the sixteen-year-old to adapt to the big change,
knowing Nigel would be there with him. He wasn't sure how the others would
treat him, but with his boyfriend at his side, he'd be protected.
One more week passed, and they all moved to a sizable apartment in the city.
They each had a room of their own, and Adam tested so well in school that he
was given the opportunity to graduate early and attend college at the end of
the first semester. It actually seemed like Nigel was having a harder time
adjusting, so it wasn't a shock that while Adam was studying, he tried to make
new friends.
What it boiled down to was, Nigel didn’t feel like he fit in. New York was a
melting pot of cultures and creeds, generations, it was like everyone in the
world was there, but an Eastern European teenager that had spent his entire
life in Bucharest, well, he felt out of place. He was not sure yet if he wanted
to go to college, and fortunately Mr Raki had been understanding in that
regard, telling him it was an option that was out there for him but he could
wait if he wanted to give it more thought. He wasn’t about to just let him be
idle though, so the older man he insisted he get a job.
Nigel found work at a mechanic’s shop in Queens, in a Romanian neighborhood.
Since he was young and bilingual, it gave him an extra edge, and the old man
running the shop seemed to take to him right away. It made Nigel feel good to
be able to make his own money, and set it aside for college and his future -
which he hoped would include of course his lovely little Adam.
A few months down the line and Adam was on a new routine, halfway to turning
seventeen and a early graduation in sight. He walked over to Nigel and kissed
him. "I have a couple of different options for collages. I'm excited, Nigel."
Nigel didn’t like the idea of Adam going too far, and his stomach grew tight
with fear even as Adam brought it up. “Yeah? Where...uh, where are they, hmm?”
he asked, smiling and wrapping his arms around the boy’s slim waist.
“One is in California, and one is here,” Adam said, tilting his head up to kiss
Nigel’s lips softly. “I think I’ll go to the one here though, because I don’t
want to be far away from you, Nigel. I can learn engineering at either one.”
Nigel nodded quickly, taking a deep breath of relief. “Don’t want you going to
California, Adam, if I’m being honest. I think I couldn’t fucking take it, you
know? Being apart from you and so very fucking far away.” he nervously rubbed
his arm, glad for Adam’s chances at going somewhere local. “You’ll be the best
fucking engineer they ever had, that’s for sure. They’re lucky to even have
you. Look how brilliant you are. You always have been, angel.”
“Thank you,” Adam blushed, not noticing the nervousness from Nigel. He just
smiled and kissed him again, happy that he was happy for him. “I wouldn’t want
to leave you, or New York now that I’m more used to it.” A change like that
would be hard, but even more so without his boyfriend. He didn’t say it, but he
couldn’t handle the thought of not having him in his life either; Nigel kept
him safe, they loved each other, and he was deeply embedded in Adam’s everyday
life and routine. “You are like… a part… of me, Nigel.”
The slow blink of dark inky lashes over bright blue eyes wound its way around
Nigel’s heart, and he felt that familiar pull in his chest, the intense, all-
consuming love he had for him. “We’re a part of each other, angel. You’re just
as much a part of me, you know? I’d fucking kill anyone who tried to take you
from me. I...I need you too. I love you so much,” Nigel said, cupping Adam’s
face in both hands and kissing him deeply.
Adam slid his tongue with Nigel’s, holding time around his waist now as he was
kissed like that. He moaned quietly, happy to be with Nigel, glad to have him
in his life. Where his words came up short, his actions spoke for him, his
hands running up and down the other teen’s back. It felt intense, but in a way
that the boy was fond of. “I love you so much too Nigel, and I need you.”
Nigel moaned into the kiss from the beautiful brunet, his fingers tangling into
dark curls, when a vibrating buzz came the phone in his back pocket. Adam had
encouraged him to use an alarm so he’d never be late for work, helping him plan
his bus route and schedule. None of that came too easy for him, and it really
helped. Unfortunately though it meant it was time for work. Adam had even
calculated how much time Nigel would need to walk to the bus based on how fast
he walked. “I have to go to work,” he whispered in a near whine. All he wanted
to do was make out with his little Adam.
“Okay, yes, and I need to study for tomorrow. Have a good day at work, Nigel,”
Adam said, kissing him once more, with a hug, then he let go. He understood
totally, and while he wanted to just makeout with Nigel also, he knew they
couldn’t mess up their routines and plans. It would hardly be an optimal
situation. “I’ll see you later tonight.”
***
Nigel had been socializing more and more with the other Romanian teenagers
working at the repair shop, many of them quite into smoking, drinking, and
stealing. He knew Mr Raki would never approve, so he kept it on the downlow,
and managed to avoid smoking again, knowing Adam would immediately know, and
not wanting anything to interfere with his hot, steamy makeouts with his
boyfriend.
He was making good money, decent money, but when one of the boys there told him
how he could make even more, Nigel didn’t see a downside to going along. He
could put away even more cash for when he’d eventually find his own place with
Adam; he needed all the money he could get and besides, he really wanted to do
special things for him, buy him gifts and treat him places. They were doing
well, with Mr Raki helping them out, but he knew they wouldn’t always have the
benefit of Adam’s dad to take care of them.
“I’ll be a little late for dinner Adam, okay? They have a new customer here
with a really big job I have to stay late and work on,” he said as he was
getting ready to leave for work the next day. It definitely wasn’t a lie, but
he didn’t want to implicate Adam by telling him exactly what the job was or who
the customer was.
“You will?” Adam asked, not happy that Nigel would be late, but at least he
told him about it, and it was for his job, so he could understand that. “How
late, Nigel?”
Nigel knew if he gave a specific time, there would be no avoiding upsetting
Adam if he didn’t get back by the exact time he’d give. Honesty was the best
policy, this he knew. “I don’t know, to be honest, angel. I’ve never done this
kinda work before, this, uhh, detailed. But I’ll be home as soon as possible,
yeah?” he assured him, leaning down and cupping the boy’s smooth jaw, thumbing
over his cheek. He kissed his lips softly, closing his eyes, sweeping his
tongue over the soft skin and savoring the taste.
Adam kissed him back, letting his tongue meet Nigel’s before he withdrew it
completely. He held onto him tightly, as though he might not get to see him
again, which he knew was silly since he’d be home, but just later. He really
wished his boyfriend could give him a time, but he understood that on occasions
work didn’t offer that option, at least not when working on cars and things. So
he nodded, looking into his eyes.  “Please be safe, Nigel. I don’t want
anything to happen to you, and garages are dangerous places with all the tools,
chemicals, and equipment. I love you and will see you tonight, okay?”
Nigel squeezed him and grinned. “Of course angel, I’ll see you tonight.”
***
It was long past dinner. Midnight, and Adam was pacing back and forth, fingers
tapping rapidly at his sides. Where was Nigel? He was thinking it, and said as
much out loud.
“Adam, calm down. I’m sure he’s… I’m sure he’s okay,” Mister Raki said, but he
was worried too. He didn’t let it show though.
“No! He’s not here, father. He’s not here and he wouldn’t be gone this long.
It’s unrealistic to think he’s still working on a car at midnight! I hate his
job!”
Adam’s father walked over and wrapped his arms around his son, just as the boy
was starting to slap his own head in worried frustration. It was too much, all
the fear, all the emotions he couldn’t handle; mostly, he just wanted to see
Nigel. When his dad hugged him, he felt a little more together, a tad calmer,
but his chest felt tight, and belly was in knots, or it seemed to be. He
started to cry.
“We need to go look for him. He could be hurt, I told him it was dangerous
there at the garage. He needs to quit.”
Mister Raki was rubbing Adam’s back when his phone rang.
“Adam stay calm, I need to take this. Breathe slowly okay? It’s probably
Nigel’s boss.”
Adam nodded, as Mister Raki went to answer it, not saying much other than he
understood, but his lips were pressed into a thin line, brows knitted together.
When he got off the phone, he pocketed it, walking back to his son as he
scrubbed a hand over his face in sad frustration.
“Adam... “
“What? Who was that? Was it Nigel? I-is he okay? When is he coming home?”
“Adam listen… Nigel isn’t hurt, but he’s not… let’s sit down first.”
“NO! Where is Nigel! He’s not what? Why aren’t you telling me where he is and
when he’ll be back?” Adam started to cry harder, his face red, and whole body
shaking.
“He’s been arrested, Adam. He apparently has gotten involved with a Romanian
gang here. He was with them tonight and they got into something illegal, I
don’t know the details yet, but he won’t be coming home…”
Adam didn’t say a word. Not at first. He felt anger, sadness, and worry wash
over him like a wave of hot lava. It was all too much.
“HAHA! Fooled you! Dumb Adam!” Adam picked up the lamp and threw it, almost
hitting his father. “Dumb, dumb, Adam! He lied to me! He didn’t tell me! I HATE
him!” Adam made it to the mirror and bashed his head against it before his
father could stop him, blood trickling down his brow. His dad grabbed him them,
holding him tight as his son sobbed, but calmed at least physically.
“You don’t mean that, Adam. You don’t hate him. You’re upset, just breath and
let me look at your head, get you in bed okay? We can go see him eventually,
and he may call too. I’ll do anything I can to try to get him out if possible.”
“He left me, dad. Nigel’s gone to jail and he won’t ever come back.” Adam’s
chest was heaving, the boy taking big gasping breaths, which made him feel
light headed. “He preferred to be with them than be with me.” A pause and then,
“I don’t hate him. I love him. I miss him and want him home. He keeps me safe.
I even decided to stay here for collage… for him.”
Mister Raki sighed. “Oh son… I’m sorry. This is just something that has
happened. I love him too, just like a son, and I tried to spare him this fate,
but he just went through too much as a child. It’ll be okay though. I promise.”
He knew that Adam’s recovery and adaptation over this would be a very hard one.
“How can you promise me that when you don’t know?”
“I suppose I can’t son.”
***
“I want my fucking phone call,” Nigel barked at the guard, who rolled his eyes.
“Pipe down, kid. You’re in no position to be making demands.”
An older guard walked up, dismissing him, and pulled out his keys. “Wrists
out,” he commanded, and Nigel placed his hands through the small window with a
sneer while the guard cuffed him and unlocked the cell. “We called your father.
I recommend you call a lawyer, if he’s got one.”
Nigel wasn’t listening, just dialing Adam’s cell phone, listening as the bell
tone rang endlessly and waiting, hoping he would pick up.
Breaking normal routine, Adam had been far too upset to go to school. He just
sat on the side of his bed, staring at the wall. When the phone rang, it jolted
him, but he answered, tone weak and a bit hoarse from all the crying and
yelling.
“Hello?”
“Adam, angel, it’s me. Fucking hell, I fucked up. I don’t even know where to
start. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I’m so fucking sorry,”  Nigel said,
his voice breaking as bad as his heart did upon hearing his little star’s
voice.
Adam had planned out what he’d say, how he’d chide Nigel but he couldn’t, not
now, and not when he heard the sincerity in his tone. The boy didn’t read tones
well, or often, but he knew his Nigel, in and out, or well, apart from the
surprise last night.
“I miss you, Nigel. I wish you hadn’t lied to me. I don’t believe in wishes,
but I just don’t want you in jail. What did you do? When can you come home? I
love you…”
Adam started to cry softly into the phone. It wasn’t something he did often,
but he couldn’t help it now.
“I don’t know when they’ll let me come home. I...I can’t talk about the details
over the line like this. I still have to talk to the fucking lawyer I guess. I
didn’t know it would be this bad. I don’t know what to do, I fucking miss you
so bad and I’m so fucking sorry….Adam, I love you…It’ll be okay, angel, I will
do whatever it takes to get home to you...”
An automated voice on the line warned the call would end automatically in
thirty seconds, and Nigel grew desperate, trying to not cry and somehow calm
Adam down.
“No, no, we need more than thirty seconds,”  Adam began to panic, not wanting
the call to end, but he would be strong at least for that much longer.  “I love
you too, Nigel. Please come home soon, I miss you. Nothing is the same without
you. We will try to come visit if they let us.  
“Adam nothing’s right without you either, you’re my best fucking friend, Adam…”
The robotic voice cut in once more to say  “Disconnecting in 10 seconds…”
“Te iubesc, my Adam…”
The call was over and before Adam could even tell Nigel that he was his best
friend too, his boyfriend, his universe. He collapsed on the bed, crying into
his pillow, cocooning himself under his weighted blankets.
***
They charged Nigel with drug trafficking and possession of a controlled
substance. The good news was, since his adoption by Mr Raki had occured years
earlier, he wasn’t at risk to be deported to Romania. The bad news was, since
he was over eighteen, he was convicted as an adult. The lawyer had managed to
negotiate a reduced sentence of only three years. The worse news - Nigel was
going to Riker’s, one of the most infamously rough correctional facilities in
the states.
His background growing up on the brutal streets of Bucharest came in handy, and
his street smarts, ability to bullshit and intimidate people, not to mention
his fighting skills, saved his ass time and again. He fell in with a rough,
powerful faction of prisoners there, and it didn’t take long for him to be
feared and respected in spite of his youth. Nigel had the ability to make
himself seem far older than his years, and the confident swagger that he always
had combined with his intense charm and skill at manipulation gained him a
reputation as a young man not to be fucked with. He’d got himself thrown in
solitary several times for stabbings and beatings, it was worth it even if he’d
had to take as bad as he got some days. Fortunately -miraculously - he’d
avoided any serious injury.
It was a long fucking way from his idyllic life with the beautiful young Adam
and his father.
He only let himself cry in the showers, when no one could tell for all the
water flowing down. The pain in the pit of his stomach never ever went away.
Adam’s was the first face he saw in his mind’s eye when he woke, and the last
one he thought of when he went to sleep.
Nigel had taken to working out every chance he had, pumping iron in the yard
when he was allowed for his one hour a day, and doing endless push ups and chin
ups in his cell. In a matter of weeks, his muscle definition was very visible.
He’d never had the softness his lovely Adam possessed, always being a lanky,
thin kid, even as good as Mr Raki fed them, but he became even leaner and more
athletic and toned behind bars.
***
Nigel was just sauntering into the showers after yard time, and it wasn’t very
crowded, just a cluster of five or six men jammed into one corner and the sound
of punches being thrown. Nothing at all unusual, but for a small whimpered plea
that cut through the din.
“Please, stop, no!!!”
There was something in that voice that cut through Nigel’s heart. Towel secured
around his waist, he made his way to the corner where they were gathered and
pushed to the front. “What the fuck is going on here?”
One of the men gave Nigel a side look. “Pretty little fucker is just ripe for
getting a thick dickin’ from all our cocks. We’re gonna have some fun. You want
in, buddy?”
This scene wasn’t that unusual. Lock a bunch of violent men in a small space
for years with no outlet, it was pretty common.
The boy turned and looked up at him with fear, and enormous blue eyes, wide as
saucers, brimming red with tears, met his own. The boy had short, close
cropped, dark brown hair. He was pale, slim, his cheeks flushed red, plush red
lips bitten raw in his terror, and he was shaking hard.
“H-help me, please,” the little thing managed to say through his cries.
Something inside Nigel shattered when their eyes met.
He puffed his chest up and began pushing the men away. “Find someone else
tonight. He’s mine. Fuck off, you pricks.”
One of the bigger guys stood up to Nigel with a sneer. “Fucking foreigner boy
thinks he can come in and take my fucking hole for the night? You’re gonna
bleed for that, bitch,” the man growled, pushing a hand to the center of his
chest and backing him against the shower wall.
“Maybe we’ll fuck you instead,” chimed in a particularly obese, greasy, hairy
man.
“He’s a fucking skinny, ugly, creepy-looking little fuck, but they’re all the
same ass up, right boys?” the first one said, rubbing his sharp cheekbone and
grinning with jagged, gray teeth.
Nigel began to think he’d made a mistake, but it wouldn’t be the first time his
big mouth got him in a jam.
“Yeah, you can all fuck me, if you can fight me, yeah?” Nigel said, steeling
his voice confidently, chin high in the air.
The first guy led in with a fist aimed at his jaw, and Nigel used his forward
momentum to his advantage, jerking out of the way. When his fist impacted the
wall, the Romanian slammed him by the back of the head, a trickle of blood
slipping down his hideous mug as he wobbled, stunned. The fat one lunged at him
next, and Nigel gripped his elbow quickly, bending it backwards until the man
screamed in agony and fell to the floor. The next guy tried grabbing him from
behind, and he whipped around, kneeing him in the crotch and shoving the heel
of his hand to his nose. Another got him in a half-nelson, and Nigel bellowed
with effort as he flipped the man onto his back. The last guy standing took
off, smartly deciding he wanted none of it.
“You stupid fuck, take him. Just as soon use my fucking sock anyway, his cunt’s
probably loose and sloppy from being a fucking slut,” the first one said,
wiping blood from his nose and stumbling away.
Nigel was left alone with the boy, huddled on the floor in the corner. He threw
him a towel to cover himself. “You gotta be more fucking careful in here, kid,
jesus,” Nigel said roughly, wiping the sweat from his brow and offering a hand
to help him to his feet. “I’m Nigel.”
With a shaky hand, the boy reached out, letting Nigel help him. “I’m V-Vince,”
he said, still crying a little. He honestly wasn’t sure at first if the blond
was helping him so he could then rape him, or if he was one of the rare nice
ones in the clink, as they called it. “I was just showering. I got here just
this morning.” A pause and then. “Thank you. Nigel.”
“It’s a pleasure, though I’d prefer it been under better circumstances,
darling. I have to shower first, but let’s get you dressed, and you’re gonna
fuckin stay with me. At least let me keep an eye on you, yeah?” Nigel said with
concern. This kid was going to be eaten alive, and he felt a little protective,
certainly considering what had just happened.
“You’d do that for me?” Vince asked, batting red teary eyes at Nigel. He was
surprised, but very happy. With a nod, he let the blond guide him. He’d not
been giving his official cell yet, all he could do was hope that somehow it
happened to be with the one who’d saved him. “What… um, I know from watching
prison movies that favors meant payment. What do I owe you?”
Nigel looked over at the kid and dropped his towel, hanging it on the hook and
turning around after looking at him with a smirk. He stood under the spray of
water and lathered up, trying to make this as quick as he could. “Maybe just a
thank you, angel. Not gonna hurt you, if that’s what you’re afraid of, you got
it?” He reached under his armpits, scrubbing them along with his hair and neck.
Vince had said thank you already, but he wasn’t going to mention it, he was too
grateful. He did however realize he was staring at Nigel’s amazing body. How
was someone like him not spoken for? Maybe he did have someone though, outside
of this place. He’d have to ask later. Maybe. “Okay, I understand. Thank you. I
really do appreciate it. It would have been… really bad if you hadn’t saved me.
I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”
“Good,” he said quietly. Nigel leaned his head back, letting the water rinse
away the soap. The water was lukewarm and getting cold, so it wasn’t exactly a
luxurious experience showering in this place. Satisfied he was clean enough, he
stepped out from the shower and turned off the water, grabbing the towel and
drying off.
“You done in there, Zugravescu?” a guard shouted, coming in.
He got dressed again and nodded for the boy to follow him out. “Yeah, here.”
Vince nodded, redressed now as well, already having showered before, and
followed Nigel. The guard clapped a hand on the brunet’s shoulder. “Well isn’t
this fucking cute! I see you’ve already met your cellmate,” the guard said,
eyeing Vince a bit hungrily. He looked at Nigel. “Don’t shank this one, eh,
Romania? He’s too pretty.”
The guard winked at Vince, then walked off, smacking the boy’s ass as he did.
Vince yelped quietly, but didn’t say anything other than to look at Nigel.
Nigel scowled at the guard, but wasn’t eager for any more fights. He looked
around and snuck his hand to the small of Vince’s back. “Well, that will make
it easier looking out for you, eh darling?” Nigel said in a low voice meant
only for Vince’s ears.
“Yes, it does,” Vince whispered quietly, feeling relief at Nigel’s touch. He
supposed that in prison you made friends or enemies quickly. He was glad Nigel
was a friend.
They walked to their cell and sure enough, a top Nigel’s bunk were new sheets
and blankets folded , a small bag of prison approved toiletries, and a roll of
toilet paper. The guard let them in, and Nigel let the boy walk in first.
“After you, gorgeous,” he quipped in a deep voice.
“Thanks,” Vince smiled, it made him happy to be called gorgeous, and he
blushed, as the guard walked off. He set down on the bottom bunk, rubbing his
brow. “How long have you been in here, and when do you get out? What did you
do?” he asked, his questions blunt and in rapid fire as he rubbed the scratch
blanket on top of the bed.
Nigel raised his eyebrows and leaned against the wall, arms folded across his
broad chest. “Drugs. I got involved in something I probably shouldn't have
really. I was just trying to make some quick cash. What about you?”
“Also drugs. I was used as a drug mule. Um, I think that’s the word. This man
seemed like he liked me. He gave me a cute teddy bear after a romantic night
together to say goodbye before I flew back home to the states from Germany. The
heroin was in the bear. They arrested me when I got here.” Vince’s voice was a
little shaky as he recounted the tale. “I didn’t know, I promise I didn’t. I
don’t do drugs or sell them, but they don’t believe me. I hate drugs!” A pause
as he flicked his eyes to Nigel, remembering why he was in here. “I mean no
disrespect since that is what you did.”
Nigel’s heart stuttered as he watched the fear and sadness on his face. Fuck,
he reminded him of his little angel. There was an honest innocence in his big
blue eyes, and inexplicably he was angry at whoever had done this to him. It
wasn’t right, the asshole picking such a sweet kid for his fucking dirty work.
Nigel’s sharp cheekbones heated as the injustice of it maddened him. “No
offence taken, darling. I don’t do drugs either. Fucking hate them. It was just
something….I was trying to make a better life...just fucking stupid move, I
guess,” Nigel said, scuffing his foot in frustration on the floor.
“I think we all make mistakes sometimes. I know I shouldn’t have trusted that
guy. Maybe we’ll both get out of here soon.” Vince watched Nigel’s behavior,
then looked around the cell as he stood up. That was when he saw it, taped on
the wall next to the top bunk. A picture of a boy with dark hair and blue eyes
like himself. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing at the photo. Cute guy, but he
had something in those eyes that resonated with Vince. A certain familiarity.
Was that why he’d saved him? “He must be important.”
The blond teen blushed even more, his eyes drifting to where Vince pointed. “He
is, yeah, that’s my, uh...my boyfriend. He’s in college,” Nigel said, his chest
puffing out a little with pride. He paused, looking between the photos. Well,
fuck it, he supposed he had a type. He smiled and rubbed his jaw, looking away
almost shyly. “You got a...girlfriend or someone?” he asked, not wanting to
make any assumptions about Vince.
“I’m gay. No girlfriend, or boyfriend,” Vince answered, a little sad that Nigel
had a boyfriend. He looked back at the photo, then at Nigel. “He’s lucky. I’m
sorry I was lusting after you when you showered. I didn’t know you had a
boyfriend or I wouldn’t have been staring. I shouldn’t have gotten an erection
but I didn’t know...”
“Lusting?” Nigel asked with a smirk. The truth was, he’d been there a while
already and had just satisfied himself jerking off night after night, not
really interested in anyone. And now this beautiful little thing was right
here. His new cell mate no less. “Did you really get a fucking hard on for me,
darling?”
“I did, yeah,” Vince blushed, looking down at his feet, then back up to meet
Nigel’s eyes. Eye contact wasn’t super hard for him, at least not with this
handsome new stranger. He supposed that the rules were different in prison,
especially since he was going to be here at least a year.
“Is that bad?”
“Well, looks like we’re gonna be spending some time together...I guess if I’m
gonna be here awhile, doesn’t hurt to have a beautiful view.” Nigel grinned.
Vince took that to mean that it wasn’t bad at all, which made him smile. “Well
I like looking at you too. You’re really handsome and also sort of furry, which
I like. I guess what happens here, can be just here. I think that’s the
expression, though it’s usually referenced for Las Vegas.”
There was something familiar about Vince that tugged at the Romanian, and it
wasn’t just those big blue eyes, dark hair and rosy cheeks. “Darling, I have to
ask you, have you ever heard of the uh...the  spectrum ?” He asked. Vince had a
very specific, blunt delivery, and he couldn’t help but wonder. He hoped the
beauty wouldn’t be offended.
“Oh. Um, yes. I am on it, and have Asperger’s but not as much as some.” Vince
wasn’t offended, or ashamed, it was just who he was. It was also the reason
he’d been given a shorter sentence than usual though being sent to this prison
had been no mercy. Still, having Nigel there to keep him safe was good. “Why
did you ask?”
“Adam is too. I know a lot about it because of him. People used to be pricks to
him because he was different, but I protected him. I’m glad you ended up with
me at any rate. I can help you, you know?” Nigel said, running a hand through
his long shaggy blond hair.
“Thanks.” Vince smiled, nodding. He licked his lips and saw the little
stainless steel looking toilet in the corner. Was he supposed to do that here?
In front of Nigel? Well, he supposed so, or else it wouldn’t be there. “I feel
fortunate that you are my cellmate. I don’t believe in fate but it's a very
nice happenstance. Um, I need to urinate, if you don’t mind? I guess there’s no
other choice though.”
Nigel bit his lip as he watched Vince’s face. Fuck, he really was gorgeous. “I
don’t mind at all. We’ll have to do more than just piss in front of each other,
ya know,” he chuckled. “Would it help if I go first?” he asked, sliding his
hand down the front of his prison clothes.
Vince bit his lip in turn, unknowingly mimicking Nigel, as he shook his head.
“Yeah, it would help,” he said, not wanting to think of having to do number
two, but this would be a good start. His eyes followed the other’s hand, his
cock throbbing in his little orange jumpsuit, which clung to him in all the
right places. “Then I’ll go.”
The blond could certainly tell he was being checked out, and made a little show
of slowly tugging his bottoms down enough to fish out his cock. Those eyes were
enough to make him thicken slightly, and he blushed, tugging roughly to try and
relax enough to piss. “Well, harder than I thought,” he quipped with a smirk.
“Yes, you are very hard,” Vince said, softly, breathing out the words. He
walked over and unzipped his jumpsuit, pulling out his cock too. Maybe it would
relax Nigel if he wasn’t the only one with his out. The boy took his pink shaft
in his hand, half hard, and stood near him. “We could go at the same time, but
we’ll have to have good aim.”
“Fuck,” Nigel whispered, backing Vince against the wall next to the toilet. “We
could, it’s just, now I’m  really  hard...and so are you, hmmm?” He leaned in
close, whispering against his ear.
“Yes,” Vince whispered, the wall cool against his heated skin. He was bare from
the waist up, the top of his jumper hanging down below his hard cock. He
suddenly didn’t care about peeing. “Nigel… I want you, sexually. It might be
wrong, but I do.”
And just like that, Nigel captured his mouth in a gruff moan, licking sweet
cherry lips as his hands found their way around his waist. His palms felt too
rough for the smooth skin, and he pressed his body against Vince. “God damn,”
he exhaled when he pulled away for a breath.
Blue eyes turned nearly black with lust at that kiss. Vince wasn’t a virgin,
but he’d not had many a romp in the sack. He felt his knees get weak from just
how good that felt. He smiled at Nigel, coy and needy, and hooked his arms
around his shoulders. “I’d like for you to do that again...please.”
Nigel looked behind him briefly- the guards were luckily not paying attention
them any mind, though he knew they couldn’t do much until lights out. “Yeah?”
He whispered. Shifting his hips and bending his knees, he reached down between
them and held their cocks together in his big hand, rolling his hips forward
until they slid against each other, pressed between their bodies. He kissed him
again deeply, hungrily, a deep growl low in his throat as he rutted against the
boy.
A whimper of pleasure escaped Vince’s lips softly, and he kissed Nigel back
with wild abandon, his tongue seeking hungrily. Something about the blond
really drove him crazy with lust. He moved his hips, fingers slipping into the
other’s hair, and fed from his mouth. God it was so good, he’d never been
kissed like this before, and his cock was just throbbing with pent up need. One
thing was for certain, he was glad the guards weren’t around. “Mm, yes...”
Nigel loved how fast this sweet little thing melted in his arms, making those
delicious, soft sounds. He reached behind him to grip a handful of his warm ass
cheek, and he squeezed and kneaded the ample flesh, grinding against him
slowly. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling. You wanna feel my cock later hmmm? I
bet those pretty lips would look so good on my dick, yeah?”
“Yeah, I really want that, oh wow I’m so turned on,” Vince moaned, all but
climbing over Nigel. He didn’t do this for added protection - he already had
that - no, he did it because he wanted to. He was on fire for him. It was
interesting to say the least, since he normally didn’t warm up so quickly. “You
feel so good too.”
“Think I can make you come like this? Just jacking you off?” Nigel spit in his
palm and wrapped his hand around Vince’s cock, tugging and holding him still
with his upper torso. He ground his own hard length against the boy’s slim hip
bone, pre come dribbling from the tip as he covered him with his body.
“Oh...um, yes, god-” Vince all but mewled at that, unable to move. He loved the
pressure. It added to the sensation and every nerve ending in him sparked with
renewed passion. The boy was close already. “I want you to come too though,” he
managed to moan out, beautiful baby blues watching Nigel’s every move.
Nigel nosed his chin up, teeth scraping against his neck, and he sucked a hard
kiss. Mouthing the shell of his ear, Nigel huffed another heated whisper.
“Don’t worry about that, gorgeous. I’m very fuckin close, too,” he panted,
breathing faster. He humped Vince’s hip, his cock throbbing thick and hard as
he gripped the satiny flesh of Vince’s dick and jerked, twisting his wrist.
“You come first, then jerk me off, yeah?” he asked.
With a shaky nod, Vince took a breath, his muscular but lithe chest heaving,
smooth, well defined abs tensing with each pass of Nigel’s fist. He went to
Nigel’s mouth and licked inside, panting inside, slow, then fast, and finally
he was coming. He shuddered in the quake of his release, spurting out hot come
over the Romanian’s fist as he clutched to him. “Nigel-!”
The older teen hummed in appreciation, smirking against his lips and opening
his mouth over Vince’s to swallow each moan. “Fuck that’s hot as hell, damn,”
he huffed, and stepping back slightly his own cock bobbed insistent and red,
throbbing with need. Nigel wiped his hand off on a shirt he had hanging off the
end of the bunk and arched an eyebrow at Vince. “Good, hmmm?”
“Oh yes,” Vince husked, trying to catch his breath. He grinned, and then
wrapped his slender fingers around Nigel's thicker shaft, starting to stroke
slow, then increasing the pace as he kissed up his neck, to his lips.
God, those long slender fingers felt so good, and when he looked down between
them, he moaned at how huge he looked in his grip. He was already almost there,
his furry balls drawing up, and he ran his hand down Vince’s chest to one sweet
little pebbled brown nipple. He rubbed his pectorals and looked up at those
wide, innocent blue eyes dark with lust, and he came with a low grunt, hot
thick ropes of seed over the boy’s knuckles. It was sooner than he would’ve
liked, but he was pretty pent up. “Oh fucking hell, yeah...uhm, hmmm. Sorry.
Promise I’m not usually such a quick draw. It’s been awhile,” he said
sheepishly.
“It's okay,” Vince assured and began kicked Nigel's spend from his hand. It was
all such a hot scene to behold and he really liked how his cellmate tasted -
the boy wasn't opposed to that or texture in the least. Leaning in, he kissed
him slowly, moaning before moving back to smile at him. “I think we have lots
of time to get to do more things, if you wanted to.”
Nigel pulled the dark-haired boy’s jumpsuit up and buttoned his own too, not
wanting to draw any attention. He kissed him back and hummed in agreement.
“After lights out...you should get in my bunk, yeah?” he said quietly. He have
to get some condoms and lube from someone, but that kind of thing was easy
enough to get.
“I will,” Vince smiled boyishly, wondering to himself what they would do. He
assumed what would happen and honestly was excited. The boy fixed his hair, and
 went to pee, since they were certainly comfortable with each other now.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Nigel had been in jail for a few months, and Adam had graduated high school
early as planned. He was starting his first day of college today, and he was
nervous. There wasn’t a week that went by that he didn’t write to his
boyfriend, every Sunday, outlining the events of the week, and what had
happened. It was tough to say the least, but his dad told him he had to focus
on his future. Both of them missed the Romanian teen, but nothing could be
done, despite Mister Raki trying to get his adopted son out of prison.
Adam had visited Nigel as much as he could, but it was through glass and with
the use of a phone so they could hear each other. It was better than nothing,
but he longed to be held by his boyfriend. Be that as it may, today he was
starting the first day of school. Taking a breath, he walked into the
classroom, taking a seat up front since most people didn’t like that. It
assured that he would be able to properly hear the professor, Doctor Hannibal
Lecter.
The boy was the first there, which he liked because he had less people to
contend with, and the seat he chose was right in front of the teacher’s desk;
front row, to the right. Adam smoothed down his tan sweater vest over his crisp
white shirt, khakis ironed and creased. He opened his satchel and set out his
papers, pencil, planner, and book, ready to start. It was all done in a
clockwise fashion, neatly angled to his liking. Psychology 101 was not
something he really wanted to take, but it was a requirement for nearly any
degree.
Hannibal entered and introduced himself, eyes scanning over the room of
students once they arrived. He preferred to keep his classes small; it allowed
him more one on one contact, and he reveled in helping to mold young minds in
this manner; the future, as it were.
As he spoke, there was one young man who caught his gaze, sitting in front,
with enchanting pale blue eyes encircled in thick, dark, curly lashes, and a
mane of dark curls combed neatly to one side. He sat up straight in his chair
and seemed to stare at his ear or mouth, never quite meeting his eyes. He was
instantly intrigued, and when class had concluded, he stopped the boy from
leaving right away.
“May I speak to you a moment?” he said, approaching the young man at his desk
as the other students began to filter out. “What’s your name?”
Adam nodded, his satchel packed up now. He stood, and offered his hand, noting
that this man looked like an older version of how he thought Nigel might look,
were he more refined. It was jolting, but helped him to feel comfortable, too.
“Yes,” he said in answer to the first question, then extended his hand,
following protocol. “I’m A-Adam Raki. It’s nice to meet you, Professor, er um,
Doctor Lecter. I’m not sure which greeting you’d prefer.”
He leaned on the desk casually and extended his hand out to shake Adam’s. “Why
don’t you call me Hannibal? You seemed very focused, Adam, which I appreciate a
great deal. What is your major, if I may ask?” he tipped his chin down, trying
to catch the boy’s beautiful blue gaze.
Adam felt his skin heat up a little, and he smiled, nodding. He looked into
Hannibal’s eyes as he shook hands with him, knowing that was the polite thing
to do, and felt himself almost snared by that familiar yet different amber
gaze. He cleared his throat, and let go, rolling the fabric of his sweater
vest. “You may, yes, Hannibal. I am hoping to become an electronic engineer but
I also am seeking a Bachelor’s degree in Astrophysics.”
“What a smart boy you are, I can tell already. I enjoy taking an interest in
gifted students, Adam. I’m eager to see what you have to offer. The brilliance
of a sharp young mind is one of my greatest pleasures,” Hannibal said with a
smile. “I look forward to teaching you all I can.”
“Thank you,” Adam beamed, his gaze averted but his skin was flushed, and his
ears wiggled as he smiled again. He adjusted the strap on his satchel and tried
to stand tall, confident despite being a year younger than most everyone of the
other students since he’d graduated early. “I look forward to being taught. I
hope that this class can help me with my own problems with social interaction,
though it’s very speculative, since Asperger’s isn’t really a mental illness.
To me it’s just how I am, but I assume you have a great understanding of the
condition, though there is always a margin for error and I could be wrong.”
“Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, Michelangelo, Mozart...some of the greatest
minds of human civilization had Aspergers. I don’t consider it a disability as
some do, Adam, in fact I believe it actually provides a useful alternative to
classic neurotypical thought patterns that often reveal solutions to problems
NT’s wouldn’t be able to come up with. I’m sure you already know this though,
dear boy. And I’m very open to answering any questions you have or providing
any guidance you may require. I will show you where my office is, so you’ll
know where to find me. How does that sound?” Hannibal gave him a warm smile.
Adam was entranced, and he nodded slowly, utterly drawn in by the older man.
Hannibal really knew… It was amazing. “That sounds very acceptable. Thank you.”
So many conflicting thoughts in his mind right now, but none he wanted to say.
***
Weeks passed and Adam became more accustomed to college. Hannibal helped him
acclimate in any way he could, and the boy was really appreciative. He still
missed his Nigel, and wrote to him faithfully, talking to him on the phone when
he could, but at school with the handsome professor Lecter, he felt
comfortable. The older man just had a way of speaking to him, and relating,
that Adam hadn’t really experienced much. Nigel was good at it, but Hannibal
brought something different. If nothing else he knew he and Hannibal were on
their way to a nice friendship.
One day after class, Hannibal had asked Adam to his office, and so he went, not
sure what to expect but he was passing all his classes, including Doctor
Lecter’s so he didn’t know what he wanted to see him about. With a knock on the
door, the boy fidgeted as he waited.
The door opened, Hannibal dressed in a fine, dark blue suit and burgundy dress
shirt, his brown hair perfectly coiffed. Perhaps some might find his manner of
dress excessively refined, but the Doctor believed in always looking his
absolute best, and the classroom was no exception. His face broke into a warm,
friendly smile when he saw the boy there, so beautiful. Hannibal dared say Adam
was the most lovely student he’d ever had, and certainly among the most
brilliant.
“Please do come in, Adam. May I take your bag? Get you some water?” he asked,
ushering the lad in and closing the door behind him. Hannibal’s office was
certainly better appointed than any of the other professors, though he had some
means in being able to afford his own personal touches, such as the leather,
Scandinavian chairs and large, heavy mahogany desk.  
“Okay,” Adam said and then handed Hannibal his bag, waiting for the water. He
smiled at him, and set down in the chair in front of the desk, his fingers
running over the smooth surface of it. It was sure nice in the office, nicer
than a lot of apartments, he speculated to himself. “Is everything okay with my
studies? I ask because I don’t know, nor have any idea why you asked me here,
Hannibal. Not that I mind. Well, unless it’s due to something negative. I’ll
have to let you know when we’re further along into this situation.”
The doctor took a heavy, elegant looking crystle tumblr from a cabinet on one
side of the room and opened an ice bucket, dropping in a few cubes before
filling it with water from another clear glass carafe. He walked over to Adam
and handed it to him before sitting on the edge of his desk in a relaxed
manner. “Certainly nothing bad at all, dear Adam. In fact, your grades are
remarkable. The report you provided me on the amygdala was excellent and very
thorough. If anything, I’d say you’re remarkably gifted. No, the reason I
brought you here was because I...well, I have a feeling for students, and I
feel as though you might deserve a bit of extra attention from me. I think
you’re so destined for success, that I’d love to do whatever I can to help you
further. I’d like the chance to give you a bit of extra work and tutor you. At
no cost to you or Mr Raki, of course,” he added, smoothing the fine wool of his
trousers and opening the button on his suit coat.
“Really?” Adam asked with big bright eyes. He was totally relaxed now and he
sipped the water, setting it down atop a coaster he saw, that way there’d be no
rings on the desk. Hannibal was so attractive, but no, he wouldn’t think of
that, except he was, but he missed Nigel. Perhaps that was why he was lusting
to such a great degree. Adam decided to focus on the work. “T-Thank you,
Hannibal. What extra work do you have for me?”
“There’s a subject which interests me a great deal and I’ve wanted to explore
further but I’ve not had time to devote to it. I’d like you to work on it with
me, Adam.”
Hannibal rubbed his sharp, defined jawline thoughtfully. It was clear though he
was older - a man in his early fifties - he took careful time and effort to
maintain his skin, shaving each day and using rich, expensive aftershave and
moisturiser, but in the afternoon, a dark shadow of coarse little hairs already
began sprouting up, though very subtle.  
“I’m interested in the somatosensory cortex and how our brains process sensory
input through touch. I think we can all adjust differently to the loss of other
senses such as vision, hearing, taste and scent, however touch is one that is
so critical to how we move in the world, how we even exist, or how we perceive
our existence. I’d like to analyze this from a scientific standpoint however,
and I think that’s where you would be a valuable asset, Adam. To glean
information about anything - an event, the space we occupy, an object, a
person, we use touch to verify that data. I’m interested in examining in detail
how that information is taken in from the skin, fingertips, through receptors
and into the brain. Is this something that might interest you, Adam?”
Adam processed everything Hannibal said, not missing how handsome he was, but
he was very happy that the intelligent professor thought high enough of him to
ask him for his assistance. He smiled, his ears lifting and whole face lighting
up. “Yes I’ve read some on the topic. I would like to help you, and I am very
interested,” he said, but then furrowed his brow briefly, “but h-how I take in
information through touch is different than how NTs do. I would not want to
cause a deviation in your project due to my Asperger’s. I… I’m not sure I can
know exactly how NTs do. Granted, the brain is the brain, but mine is wired
differently.” He wanted to help very much but he just had to be totally honest.
Hannibal smiled warmly at that. “I don’t think that will impede your success at
all. In fact, I believe you are even more perfectly suited for my project.
Correct me if I am wrong, but do you not possess a special propensity for
tactile sensations? Find particular stimulation pleasing, even soothing? It may
prove to provide a different perspective for neurotypicals, as it were.”
Hannibal moved from where he was perched, not wanting to crowd the boy at all,
as he knew he would be especially sensitive to that. He was also careful not to
force eye contact. “I’d like it if you’d try and see if you can make time in
your schedule for me, say after class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, for one hour.
Can you look at your schedule at let me know after next class, Adam?” he asked,
knowing he’d need time to plan and prepare and not wishing to pressure him.
Adam was grateful for everything that Hannibal was doing with his needs in
mind. He wanted to answer the questions in order though. “Thank you, Hannibal.
I do find some things pleasing to touch, others soothing, and then there are
some things that make me recoil. I don’t like velvet, or scratchy fabrics for
example. Silk is nice, but it’s hot to wear. I like soft weighted blankets
also.” The boy looked at Hannibal’s tie. It looked nice. He wanted to touch it
but knew that was a boundary, so he didn’t. “I will let you know, yes, but I
think it should be a good time to come by after class.”
“Excellent, dear boy. I will see you then to firm up the details. Have good
day,” he said, moving back behind his desk and nodding at him. Sometimes, he
knew people on the spectrum were uncomfortable with social gestures like hand
shaking, so he kept his hands loose at his sides and paused to allow Adam to
begin if he chose and not make it awkward for him if he decided not to.
Righting his stance, Adam nodded, and looked at Hannibal’s eyes for just a
second before looking down again. “I will attempt to have a good day. I hope
you do as well, but neither one of us can know that for certain.” He smiled a
little, joking. It was his way of saying he wasn’t uncomfortable at the moment.
The boy then realized that he probably should shake hands with Hannibal. His
dad told him that was the professional thing to do, and touching Hannibal would
be a tactile experience which was what the project was about, so he stuck out
his hand. “I will see you soon. Outside of class I mean, since I’ll see you
there first.”
Hannibal had to admit the gesture pleased him very much, and he pressed the
warmth of his palm against the young man’s, giving a brief squeeze before
releasing. The eye contact too was enormous, and he recognized it as such;
those wide, impossibly blue eyes captivated him. He briefly thought to himself
he’d like to sketch the boy later, perhaps from memory. He was as lovely as a
living Botticelli with his porcelain skin, rosy blush and dark curls. His
speech patterns and shyness really only made him come across as charming, not
awkward, through Hannibal’s eyes, but he knew that to people who couldn’t see
past certain behaviors to the beauty of his mind, the brilliant boy night
frequently experience misjudgement. It was the ignorance of an uneducated and
rude society that always dismissed the world’s most advanced minds.
Recognizing the clever joke, Hannibal chuckled and winked. “You’re right! Well,
we will have to give it our best, then, and regroup tomorrow to analyze the
results,” he said with a wink. “See you tomorrow, Adam.”
Adam liked the wink, and the feel of Hannibal’s hand. It was softer than most
men’s but strong and skilled, or so he imagined. It was good he was leaving
now, as he didn’t want become aroused, maybe he just missed Nigel too much.
Realizing he was just staring, he nodded with a almost shaky breath, and
smiled. “Y-yes, tomorrow, Hannibal. I will see you tomorrow.” With that, he
hurried outside, bumping into the frame of the door a little clumsily as he
left. He was glad he was going to go visit Nigel this afternoon.
***
It was lights out, and Nigel was in the top bunk, waiting for the guards to
walk by and the hall to go mostly dark before he slipped his rough thick cotton
prison issued bottoms off under the blankets. He laid there breathing, palming
himself and already hard thinking of the boy in the bunk below; it had been
almost four months since he’d fucked anyone. It was Adam. There was a hole in
his chest the size of a crater from missing his angel, a hole nothing but Adam
could fill, but right now he was just horny, and needy and Vince was so
gorgeous and had those blue eyes and dark hair. He was a good kid, needed him
in here and obviously was attracted, so why the fuck not?
He clicked his tongue as softly as he could, the signal they’d worked out for
when Vince would crawl up onto his bunk. The boy did, already naked and out of
his jumpsuit. He slipped under the covers quietly and hooked his creamy, lithe
limbs around Nigel. “Hey.” He smiled and ran his fingers over the Romanian’s
chest, starting to kiss on his neck. “I like this very much, Nigel.”
“We have to be quiet,” Nigel whispered, afraid he’d come too fast just having
the weight of the soft-skinned boy on top of him like this. Fuck, but he felt
good. “Gonna be hard when you feel so fucking good. I’d love to hear how I
could make you scream, gorgeous.” He tilted his head back, allowing him access
to his throat as his hands roamed over him, kneading the round globes of his
ass and slipping his cock between his thighs.
Vince rutted slowly, clenching his thighs to give Nigel’s cock more friction as
he licked over his neck and began to suckle. His teeth scraped the tanned skin
as he exhaled through his nose. He was so aroused he could hardly see straight
and the blond’s hands felt so good on his body. Kissing up to his mouth, the
boy licked in between his lips, only parting to utter a breathy plea, “Please
fuck me now.”
Those words from such sweet lips made him crazy, and Nigel palmed the lube he’d
gotten and flipped the over so Vince was on his belly with Nigel behind him on
top. Whispering close to his ear, he parted his round ass cheeks dumped some
carefully between them, spreading the fluid with his fingers and rubbing around
his hole. “If I just fuck you right away, darling, it’ll hurt way too much, in
fact I could injure you. I don’t want it to be bad. Want you to like it, yeah?
Gotta open you up a little first, okay?” he explained, and as he did, he rubbed
with more and more pressure, teasing the tip of his finger inside. “If it’s too
much tell me and I’ll go slow….”
Vince had had sex once before, but it had been a while. He was glad that Nigel
was going to work him open. When he felt that tip, his pucker closed around it,
throbbing with anticipation, and he pressed his face into the pillow to stifle
a moan. “I-It’s good,” he managed, quietly, whispering the words as his balls
twitched. He was leaking from the tip, right down onto Nigel’s mattress. “Mm…
Nigel.”
Nigel’s dick was rock hard and leaking, pressed into the back of Vince’s thigh
as pressed his finger deeper, first to the knuckle, in and out, in and out,
then all the way, then crooked it just so, listening for Vince’s respiration
and the little tell tale signs. He’d only ever had sex with Adam, as far as
boys went, but he was sure it had to work mostly the same. He squeezed a bit
more lube and tried to add a second finger slowly. “You okay baby?”
“Yes,” Vince moaned, starting to open up for Nigel. He could feel the pressure
and burn lessening and it was feeling very good. He began moving his hips to
press his ass into those fingers inside of him, wanting more, needing it. “Oh…
Nigel… it feels so good.”
On each inhale he felt the resistance and then on the exhale, he slipped the
second finger inside, finding the sexy little brunet far more relaxed as time
went on. Of course these were incredibly inopportune surroundings but Nigel
couldn’t have cared less. He leaned down to the back of the boy’s neck, grazing
his teeth along the skin there and sucking hard kisses as he drove two fingers
inside, moving them faster and twisting his wrist a little. The short little
hairs from Vince’s freshly cut hair were prickly against his tongue as he
licked and teased him.
“Please,” Vince begged, his body writhing and heart racing faster. It felt
better than he could say and the anticipation was killing him--not literally of
course, but he was ready. The boy angled his head to try to look at Nigel,
showing just how turned on and ready he was, as his hole clamped down around
the thick fingers inside of him. “I really want you to penetrate me now.”
In the dim light of the cell, he could still see those hooded blue eyes, dark,
sinful, thick lashes batting at him, what once looked so innocent now most
definitely expressing nothing sort of unbridled, raw lust. Fingers nearly
shaking with arousal, Nigel quickly tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it
down his engorged flesh, adding more lube for good measure. He helped Vince
roll to his back, and shifted between his legs. Laying down so he could whisper
close to his ear, he lined his cock up, pushing the tip in. When that first
ring gave way he sank in completely and buried his face in Vince’s shoulder,
struggling to not come immediately. “Fuck…” he whispered.
When Vince felt Nigel enter him, he let out a shaky, but pleasured sigh, his
limbs wrapping around him. He raked his nails down the blond’s back, feeling
every ridge and inch of his perfect cock. It only burned for just a second or
so, then it gave way to nothing but bliss, and the boy had to keep from crying
out in ecstasy. “Nigel…” he whispered back, making sure it wasn’t too loud, but
he needed him to know just how good it felt, and that just in that one plunge
he already felt more satisfaction than he ever had before.
Fuck, but his tight little body felt fucking perfect. Silky, hot, velvety walls
massaged every inch of his cock as Nigel moved in and out slowly at first. That
lasted only a minute before he started rutting faster; it just felt too good.
He sought Vince’s mouth, biting at those full, bee-stung lips and sucking his
tongue heatedly. The soft sounds of their heavy pants and skin slapping was all
that could be heard in the otherwise silent cell.
Vince had never felt pleasure like this, and his orgasm swirled in his belly
like a pool of lava ready to erupt. His hole pulsed, and skin formed a fine
sheen of sweat across the expanse of it. The boy didn’t say another much, not
wanting to be caught by the guard, but it was evident just how much he was
enjoying this by how he kissed Nigel and his fingers sought purchase amidst
sinew and fur.
Nigel wrapped his broad palms around each wrist and pushed them above Vince’s
head, using their hands to cushion him as every thrust drove him further up the
tiny mattress. Nigel’s thick thighs flexed as he pumped in and out faster and
harder, knowing it would be close. He whispered into Vince’s ear, “Do you want
me to jerk you off while I’m inside you, gorgeous?”
“Yes,” Vince replied , turning his face towards Nigel as his ass was fucked
perfectly. He felt on fire, his body sparking with pleasure as that climax
climbed the ladder towards the heavens of his release. “Oh, god… Oh, Nigel.”
Nigel panted against Vince’s neck, biting kisses that left blooming bruises in
their wake, and moved one hand down his sweat slicked torso between his legs.
Gripping the boy’s cut, pink cock, he tugged fast and rough, the only goal in
mind to make him come hard. He twisted his wrist in rhythm with his hips,
pumping as his ground into him. “I’m gonna fucking come too, baby. Oh fuck, oh
fuck…” Nigel’s teenage appetite’s drove him over the edge and he drove into the
brunet hard, erupting inside the sheath of the condom with a muffled moan.Vince
was overstimulated in the best way and as Nigel came, so did he. He spurted
warm come over his fist and up his chest, moaning quietly but audibly. He
licked into the Romanian’s mouth, exploring the hot cavern there, and held onto
him tightly as every inch of his body was drowned in waves of unbridled
passion. “Nigel, ungh, oh yes-!”
The Romanian stroked him through his orgasm and kissed his swollen lips, his
hips shaking as a second orgasm rippled through his body. “Fuck that was good,
yeah?” he whispered with a soft laugh. “Prison won’t be so bad after all, hmm?”
“Not with you,” Vince smiled, giggling a little bit as they kissed and held
each other close in the afterglow. It was amazing actually, and while he didn’t
want to be in prison, at least he was here with Nigel. The boy liked him a lot
but he knew they couldn’t ever be more than what they were in here, plus there
was still Adam waiting for Nigel. It was hard to think about really, as he’d
love to have someone like the Romanian but he knew their lifestyles weren’t
compatible in the long run. Maybe one day he’d find his own Nigel, but for now,
he had this . “That was really good, very much so, yeah.”
Nigel could feel himself being tugged into sleep but didn’t want to let Vince
go...it was too risky getting caught though...but maybe a few hours wouldn’t
hurt. He held Vince tight as he fell asleep, not much room for them, but he
figured if Vince was uncomfortable he’d roll down to his bunk soon as he felt
like it. “Was fuckin amazing, darling. Sweet dreams, hmm…”
“Yes it was,” Vince sighed and kissed Nigel once more before he fell into a
deep sleep with the handsome Romanian.
***
The next morning was visitation. Adam was excited to get to see Nigel again; it
had been a while since he’d gotten to. He’d go to class after and then meet
with Hannibal when he was done to help with the project. The boy had already
been researching and compiling a folder of data and notes to show the
professor. After getting ready and taking a bus, he got out and went to sign
in. Finally it was time and he smoothed down his blue sweater vest over his
white shirt and jeans and walked inside to sit at the chair in front of the
glass divider. He pulled out a wipe and cleaned off the phone that would allow
them to talk as he waited for Nigel to show up.
Nigel was wearing standard issue prison garb when he came out to the phone,
excited to see his angel, and he sauntered to sit at the small cubical, smiling
through the glass when he saw his curly-haired beauty dressed in his blue vest
that set off his beautiful eyes so well. He picked up the phone.
“Iubitu...Adam, it’s been too long, Te iubesc….how are you, angel?”
Adam smiled brightly, happy to see his boyfriend who he missed so much, he
stared right into his eyes, nowhere else yet, and licked his lips. He wished
they could have sex but conjugal visits were only for those who were married.
The boy noted that he looked a little tired though, he hoped he was eating and
sleeping enough.
“Hi Nigel. I love you too. I’ve missed you very much. I’m doing well, I am
passing all my courses and my professor, Doctor Hannibal Lecter-- he looks a
little like an older you--he wants me to help with an extra project which I
think will be pivotal for people with Asperger’s, as well as NTs,” Adam
rambled, as he often did when he was excited, then he as Nigel moved his head,
he caught sight of a purple looking bruise on the side of his neck, it looked
like… was it a…. Hickey? Immediately, the younger man started to tap his thigh.
“N-Nigel… w-w-what is on the side of your neck? I was going to ask you how
you’ve been, but now I think this is a better question.”
Nigel was so happy to see Adam, with his cheeks flushed pink and blue eyes
bright. He wished more than anything he could take him in his arms and kiss
him. He furrowed his brow at the mention of the teacher, noticing he looked
down and his ears wiggled and lashes fluttered a little, but he was talking to
fast for him to interrupt and ask before he began staring at his neck. He
touched it self consciously. “My neck?” he asked, honestly puzzled until he
brushed his fingers over the area. Immediately he knew what it was, feeling the
soreness and realizing it was a bite mark from Vince. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Adam,
things are...things are weird in here, it’s, it doesn’t mean in here what it
means outside, yeah? It’s nothing, I love you and I miss you so fucking much,”
he started, his voice getting louder and more panicked. A guard shot him a
warning look.
“What doesn’t mean the same thing in here that it means outside?” Adam asked,
his fingers tapping more rapidly. Did it mean what he thought it meant? The
volume from Nigel and tone was different, one the boy recognized as panic,
which often came when someone felt guilty. Add to that the confessions of love
after Nigel had already said as much. “Y-y-you’re cheating on me, Nigel? You
had sex with someone else?” Adam’s tone was about as loud as Nigel’s now and he
dropped the phone as he stood. Then he realized he wouldn’t be able to hear, so
he picked up the receiver again.
Nigel knew he couldn’t lie to Adam, that it would only make shit worse, and he
knew he’d fucked up already. “I can’t fucking lose you, Adam, please. In here
the rules are fuckin' different. There’s this kid like you, he was going to get
fucking killed, they were gonna rape him and I had to protect him, and it
just...it just happened but I don’t love him or nothing, yeah? People are
fucked up in here, the men are brutal, they fucking kill each other in here,
there’s rape and beatings and it’s violent, like it was in Bucharest angel, try
and understand, please?” Nigel pled, trying to keep his voice down but not
doing well at it. He knew Adam was getting upset. The guard walked over,
tapping him on the shoulder.
“Keep it down, Zugravescu! First warning, understand?” he said gruffly, and
walked away.
Adam threw the receiver at the glass, “No! No! No! You could protect him
without sex! There is no excuse! I’m just dumb, dumb, for waiting for you! I
hope he gets killed, because I hate him! I hate you! I’m going to have sex with
Hannibal because I don’t love you anymore Nigel! I HATE YOU!”
The boy still loved Nigel, and he wasn’t lying, but rather yelling out of pain
and anguish, feelings that he couldn’t handle. A guard came over then and
pulled Adam back roughly, unaware of his condition, leaving Nigel to simply
witness it.
“Calm down! You can’t do that here!” The guard said as Adam screamed and
thrashed. One guard pulled out a taser, preparing to use it on Adam, but the
one holding him held up his hand. “I’ve got this under control.”
“DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH HIM!” Nigel shouted, knocking his chair backwards
and punching his fist at the bulletproof plexiglass, and the guard that had
warned him was on him in a flash. As big as Nigel was, the guard was far
larger, and had his arms locked behind his back easily as Nigel fought him.
“Let go of him! I’ll fucking kill you all!!” Nigel screamed.
“Leave me alone! Nigel!!!” Adam called out to him, even though he was mad, and
hurt, but he was panicking. Finally the boy blacked out and was ushered away
from the glass to the lobby, where Adam’s father was called to come get him.
A second guard came out and did use the taser on Nigel then, and he passed out
as well, the two men carrying him to solitary for disciplinary action where he
would remain for three days.
 
End Notes
     Here is the article that has the cute definitions of love from kids.
     http://sobadsogood.com/2012/06/28/heart-warming-quotes-about-love-
     romance-from-kids/
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