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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Charlie_Countryman_(2013), Adam_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman)/Adam_Raki
  Character:
      Nigel_(Charlie_Countryman), Adam_Raki
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Oral_Sex, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Dirty
      Talk, Praise_Kink, gettin_freaky_in_a_taxi, commission, Spacedogs, see
      you_in_hell, ill_bring_the_tostitos
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-30 Words: 2764
****** Looking For Satellites ******
by writtenbyizzy_(BakerStreetMuse)
Summary
     Accepted to college two years early, brilliant young Adam skips class
     for the first time to experience a number of other firsts with
     someone his overprotective father definitely would not approve of.
Notes
     This fic has been commissioned by someone who has asked to remain
     anonymous, so I'll honor that, but I would like to thank them. I had
     a really good time writing this.
That's the one thing Nigel loves about New York City. No one gives a shit. As
he walks hand in hand with his beautiful boy, plucked from campus right on his
way to his 10 AM, and hails them a cab, no one bats an eyelash. In the hustle,
bustle, and general disillusionment of the big apple no one gives a damn that a
rough motherfucker like himself is gentling a slender little angel under half
his size and half his age into a little yellow deathtrap.
"Where?" Says the cab driver, harsh and heavily accented. Nigel can't be
bothered to pick it apart as he suddenly finds himself with a squirming lapful
of boy.
"East 180th and Belmont. The Bronx."
The driver nods and off they go. He's seen more. And he's seen worse. Nigel
returns his focus to where its so desperately needed. He takes in the mop of
dark curls, pressed tightly under his chin, the bird-boned fingers clutching
onto his shirt for dear life. He feels the rapid heartbeat fluttering against
his chest.
"You ok, baby?" He asks, jovial despite the fact that he can feel that this is
the wrong approach. He tries again. He takes a gentle hand and starts to rub
the boy's back, soothing him. 'Talk to me.' The boy says nothing, and his
distress scrapes against Nigel's senses like a rusty nail on a blackboard.
'What's your name?'
The boy mutters something indecipherable into his shirt. Nigel takes two
fingers, and lifts his chin and his breath catches. The wide blue eyes that
peer up at him are alight with terror and wonder and fanned with inky lashes. A
tear sits below his left eye, glittering like a jewel.
"What's your name, baby?" Nigel tries again, his voice soft and reverent.
"Adam. I just told you that." Says the boy. Nigel grins.
"My name's Nigel." He replies and Adam seems to search him thoroughly from the
top of his head to his lips, where his eyes linger as if stuck.
"Nigel." He whispers. Committing it to memory, eyes fixed on the lips so close
to his own.
"Mmhmm." Nigel hums. The air thickens and Adam's lips part. His eyelids drop,
the vivd blue barely poking out between clumps of wet lashes. Nigel watches, in
awe as his pale cheeks flush. He reaches out to touch, fingers lightly winding
around a curl, tracing the curve of his cheek, and settling to touch Adam's
plush lips, parted in invitation. When the boy's tongue, pink and catlike,
pokes out shyly to explore the pad of his finger Nigel's will breaks entirely.
"Let me kiss you." He begs, the closest he has ever come to asking, but he
feels its best to not make any sudden moves around this strange, bratty, teary-
eyed and fae-like boy.
Regardless of how much he wants to tear him apart.
The boy stares at him blankly, in a daze, his kitten-pink tongue still peeking
out to touch the proffered digit.
"Darling, Adam, please. You're fucking killing me."
"I am?" The boy asks, all innocence and confusion. Spit trails from his lips to
Nigel's finger as he retracts his tongue to speak.
"You're beautiful." He breathes and watches as Adam flushes with pleasure,
unfurling beneath the praise, as languid and untroubled as a flower arching
toward the warmth of the sun.
"No one has ever told me that before."
"Well they can't see for shit." Nigel again guides the boy with a finger under
his chin, his large hand nearly covering the boy's slender neck. "Let me kiss
you, Adam." He repeats, his other hand slowly inching down from the boy's mid
back, and feeling the ridges of his spine through his thin shirt. "Let me."
Adam begins to assent, but it turns into a high pitched squeak as the older man
bears down on him, burying a hand in his hair and tilting his head back, taking
full advantage of the opportunity to ravage his open mouth. While at first
unsure, Adam quickly relaxes into the onslaught with a soft little groan. He
keens as Nigel tugs on his hair and takes to his throat, kissing and licking
and biting.
"Nigel," He breathes softly as the man sucks a florid mark against his throat.
He feels his own cock throb against his khakis. Adam in turn grips Nigel's
shoulders and bears down. He feels what he realizes only to be the thick ridge
of the man's erection a second too late. Nigel growls against his ear. Adam
gasps.
"Is that...?" Adam begins. He squirms nervously, his ass grinding against
Nigel's clothed erection.
"My cock?" Nigel finishes for him, panting against Adam's ear as the slender
boy continues to helplessly squirm. "Yeah, it fucking is."
"Are we going to..." Adam wonders aloud, unsure of the right words to use. He
merely grinds himself down again. Nigel grips his hips to still him.
"Is that what you're fucking after? My cock inside you?"
Adam nods, wide-eyed, unabashed, and without hesitation and Nigel swears his
eyes cross.
"Jesus chri--" Nigel is interrupted when Adam reaches up, demanding a kiss. He
is a quick study, pliant and soft and demanding and desperately hungry, but
Nigel can tell he has never done this before. Nigel plunders his hot little
mouth relentlessly, until they are both gasping and breathless. Nigel has a
hand up Adam's shirt and another greedily entwined in his mess of wild curls.
"Sir!" Intones the cab driver, once, twice, and finally a third irate time
before Nigel barely manages to disentangle himself enough from the driver to
carelessly toss a wad of uncounted bills at him.
"Keep the fucking change." Nigel growls as he scoops Adam into his arms and out
of the cab.
"I want you so badly." Adam sighs against Nigel's neck tattoo as he is carried
across the street and into a dirty ramshackle apartment building.
"I know baby." Nigel replies as he fights to get his shitty key into the shitty
lock one handed. Three tries too many and he's in, bolting down the hall to the
last room on the left. He barrels inside and tosses his keys on the floor. He
runs with Adam in his arms to the bedroom and falls onto the bed backwards with
the featherlight boy on top.
Adam falls against him, thoughtlessly hungry, seeking closeness and kisses and
teeth and skin. He tugs on Nigel's shirt with a small frown.
"Off." He demands, pure petulance, and Nigel chuckles as he undoes the buttons
as fast as his fingers can manage. He peels it away, and is left momentarily
speechless by the look of pure fascination and delight on the boy's face. Never
once has a man or woman looked at him like that.
"Wow." Adam breathes, wholehearted and guileless in his awe. He reaches a timid
hand toward Nigel's thatch of chest hair.
"Go on, kid. It doesn't bite."
With a brilliant smile Adam runs his hands from stomach to chest, feeling the
scars and thick masculine hair beneath his fingers. "I like this." He says,
kneeling down, curious and feline, to rub his cheeks and lips and tongue and
teeth against every last inch of Nigel's torso he can reach, stopping at the
tops of his jeans.
"That's where your penis is?" Adam asks, matter-of-fact. Nigel wonders if he'll
fucking survive the afternoon.
"Yes." He answers.
"Let me see it."
"Brat." Nigel answers, not unkindly. "If you want to see it so bad, you take it
out."
Adam pouts, but does as he's told. He unbuckles Nigel's belt with shaking
hands. He unbuttons him, unzips him, and maneuvers the denim down just enough
to see the hard arch of his cock weeping a dark stain against his red briefs.
"Ooooh." Says Adam, his eyes bright with childlike wonder. "That's the biggest
penis I've ever seen."
"Is it?"
"Uh-hu. Long and fat and so thick, Nigel."
"Holy shit."
"Do you know what I wanna do with it?"
Nigel doesn't get the chance to respond. The boy slides down his body and takes
the tip right into his mouth. He licks and hums thoughtfully, sucking through
the fabric.
"I'm going to take it all the way out now. I want to see."
"Please."
Adam peels Nigel's underwear away and his cock springs free, thick, flushed,
uncircumcised and dripping. Adam bends down and has a taste of the precum
dripping from the head. His face screws up in displeasure. Experimentally he
strokes, using the precum to allow his hands a slick slide. He explores it from
root to tip. Nigel's cock twitches and he growls.
"I don't know if I'll be able to fit all of this inside of me."
"Oh god."
"What do you think, NIgel?"
"You'll fucking take it, darling."
Adam squeaks as he's suddenly rolled over onto his back, pinned helplessly to
the bed with Nigel vibrating above him, sweating, panting, and nuzzling against
his neck. Nigel is animalistic in his pursuit of pleasure. Adam feels the
muscles taught and tense in the larger man's arms and keens. Nigel is just so
much stronger than him.
"You'll fucking take it and you'll love every last fucking second of it."
Adam's response is cut short as Nigel rips off his shirt and tosses it away. He
applies his lips at the hollow of his throat, sinking bruising kisses lower and
lower until he stops at one of Adam's pert pink nipples. He licks it and Adam
shivers. He blows a puff of air on the sensitized nub and Adam gasps. He
applies his crooked teeth and Adam digs his fingers into his greying hair.
"You need to take a shower." Adam says, disliking the feeling of the older
man's greasy hair. He yelps when a large hand slaps playfully against his ass.
He feels the sting through his thin khakis and squirms.
"Aint even fucked yet and you're already giving me orders, brat?"
"Yes."
"Maybe we'll take one together, later."
"I've never fucked in the shower before."
Nigel smiles as he makes quick work of the kids shoes, socks, pants, and
underwear.
"You ever fucked anyone anywhere before?"
"No. My daddy's always been there and I don't think he wants me to."
And it's then that the first words Adam had ever said to him ring clear in his
ears like gunshots:
"My daddy told me to stay away from you."
Nigel shivers. He reaches down and palms Adam's cock. It's lithe, milk white,
and circumcised. The boy whines.
"Daddy doesn't want you to have any fun, huh?"
Adam shakes his head and bites his lip as Nigel continues to stroke and tease
him.
"Before we do this, I just gotta know: how old are you?"
"17...in a few months." Says Adam and Nigel momentarily stops fisting his cock.
He shakes his head at a god or a devil that may or may not be there.
"More!' Adam demands. Nigel stops jerking him off and grabs his legs, folding
him in half and exposing his tightly furled pink hole. Nigel traces it lightly
with a finger, teasing and dragging his fingernail along the sensitive skin.
Adam shivers and his hole twitches.
"Baby, I'm gonna get something to make this a little easier, ok? I'm gonna have
to go for a second."
Adam begins to frantically wail, trying to ensnare Nigel with his legs. Nigel
places a soft kiss to one of his bony ankles. "If you're good, I'll have
special surprise for you when I get back."
"I don't like surprises."
"You'll like whatever I give you, darling. For the rest of the afternoon I'm
your daddy."
Nigel watches as Adam's pupils swallow the blue in his pretty eyes. He gasps
his pulse jumps beneath the thin skin of his pallid neck. Nigel chuckles darkly
and finishes sucking a kiss against Adam's bony ankle. "I'll be right back." He
says and Adam lays, panting and hard and distraught and elated and desperate as
Nigel pads out of the room. He watches the powerful muscles in his back, ass,
and thighs work as he strides away. Even the way he walks makes Adam's cock
twitch.
"How?" The beleaguered boy asks no one in particular, feeling lonely and
positively dwarfed by the unfamiliar bed. When Nigel returns a moment later,
with a tube in hand, Adam is so relieved that he mewls, tiny and soft as Nigel
settles over him with one hand on his thick cock, pointing it right where Adam
wants it to go.
"Look at me, Adam." He says, stern and serious. He guides Adam's gaze from his
face to his cock, red and leaking. "This is what you do to me." He says and
Adam gasps. "You fuckin did this, and now you're gonna take every last fuckin
inch of it."
The mix of fear, excitement, and want on Adam's face is hypnotic. "I'm your
first and I'm gonna be your fuckin last because no other man on earth is gonna
be able to give you what I can." He spreads Adam's gangly legs and slides a
slick finger inside him at once. The boy squirms and twists away and into the
intrusion, his body at odds with itself and electric with sensation.
"Did you hear me, Adam?"
"YE-es, Nigel." The boy's voice breaks as another slick finger is added. The
stretch and the burn are almost too much. He is about to ask Nigel to stop,
when suddenly something within him is touched, and he screams.
"NigelNigelNigelNigelNi-"
"So sensitive, baby." Nigel watches in awe as Adam twists around his fingers,
flushed and shaking and beautiful and chanting his name like a prayer. He
massages the little bud between his thick fingers and Adam wails. He takes to
stabbing it with his fingertips, relentlessly and steadily until Adam begins to
shake his head and cry. Nigel leans over him, fingers still twisting within as
he kisses tears off the boy's soft lips.
"Imagine how it will feel when I've got my cock in you." Nigel coos, breathing
softly against his ear.
"Do it." Adam demands. "Do it now. I want it."
"Fuckin hungry for it aren't you?"
Adam nods again, shameless, and Nigel lines himself up, teasingly rubbing only
just the very tip against Adam's hole as it spasms, seeking blindly to be
filled.
"I want it!' Adam wails. "I want it I want it I want it I-" All of the breath
is pushed from him as Nigel sinks in slowly. His mouth hangs open and his teary
eyes shut tight. His body stills.
They sit in silence, barely breathing together, Nigel gritting his teeth,
forcing himself not to thrust as he throbs within Adam's tight heat.
"How do I feel?" Asks Adam and Nigel groans.
"So tight, darling. I....so...so good, baby. Please let me move. For the love
of god, baby. Please." He kisses Adam's hands, his chest, his lips, his cheeks.
"Please, Adam."
"Ok, Nigel."
With a rakish grin Nigel slides out and pistons his hips back in the direction
which he had found Adam's prostate earlier. The boy screams and locks his legs
around his waist, bony ankles knocking together against his lower back.
"You're perfect. Absolutely fucking goddamn incredible." Nigel babbles, English
turning to hodgepodge of languages Adam can't understand as he is fucked hard
and deep on his thick cock.
"I took it." Adam groans proudly as Nigel's thrust begins to stutter. He rakes
his hands through his thick chest hair. "I did it."
"You're doing so good, baby." Nigel agrees and suddenly reaches for the boy's
aching cock. "Come on, Adam." He grunts. "Give it to me." He fists Adam's cock
until the boy comes with a scream. Nigel finishes with a grunt minutes later in
his lax and unresisting body, his own release pulling the breath and sight from
him for long minutes.
"Shit." Nigel says when he regains his senses, and rolls off of the body of the
slender boy, hoping not to crush him. He suddenly hears tiny snuffles, and
looks to see that Adam is sound asleep in his bed, angelic and careless and
spent. He brushes an errant curl of hair away from his face, only to suddenly
become aware of the steady knocking sounding from the apartment above.
"Go fuck yourself." Nigel curses at the upstairs neighbor. After all, his
beautiful boy deserves to be as loud as he damn well pleases.
Adam murmurs softly in sleep. Nigel reaches toward the nightstand for a lighter
and cigarette.
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