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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Credence_Barebone/Original_Percival_Graves
  Character:
      Credence_Barebone, Original_Percival_Graves
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Public_Blow_Jobs, Underage_Sex,
      Dubious_Consent, Police_Officer_Original_Percival_Graves, ish, Student
      Credence_Barebone, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, scruffing, Comeplay,
      Come_Eating, minor_fingering
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      Published: 2017-06-15 Words: 3657
****** What If I Don't? ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Serving notices and catching delinquents has never been a 'fun' job.
     Until it is.
Notes
     betaed with the help of a friend.
     thanx friend.
Percy flips through the folder in his car. Credence Barebone, fourteen, missing
seven days of school in the past three weeks. The boy in the photo attached is
unique to say the least, jet black hair and dark brown eyes set upon ivory
skin. He could be a doll if he didn’t look so sad. 1312 Pike Street, oh ,
Graves thinks, he’s one of them. The ratty kids that live in that church with
their lunatic mother. Those fucking whacko's who don’t even usually let their
kids go to public schools, spouting religious nonsense in town hall meetings,
making even less get done. Ugh. Graves doesn’t know much about them, has never
spoken to any of them, but as a truant officer it’s his duty to find out why
the boy has been missing classes. That means he’s going to have to talk to that
woman, brilliant.
He puts the car in gear and starts down his path to the Second Salem church.
Percy does a quick driveby of the school grounds, seeing nothing amiss, so he
goes on, further down, there’s a park, then opposite that, the sprawling city
library, been expanded twice and still no improvements on customers. The
internet is killing the old media. He frowns. There’s a tall slim figure
hunched over on the sidewalk, a fistfull of papers. He almost doesn’t give them
a second glance when he notices the awful haircut, it’s the Barebone boy. Guess
he doesn’t have to talk to the mother after all. He pulls over and parks in the
fire lane, fuck it, and gets out, walking over to the kid with as much anger
and menace he can muster.
“Kid, shouldn’t you be in school?”
“Sir, I can’t leave until I finish handing these out-”
Percy frowns down at the bold lettering.
Fuck.
“Are you Credence Barebone?”
“Yes?”
He grabs the kid by the collar of his shirt, and doesn’t so much as drag him as
pull him along, towards his car, trying to look less like a would be kidnapper
and more like a police officer.
“Sir please, I can’t-”
“What would your Jesus say about you skipping class? Hmm?”
He pulls up in front of the school, the back parking lot, by the looks of him,
one would think he was some kind of criminal kid, guilty of more than skipping
school to do his awful mother’s bidding.
“You know you’ve missed… seven days of school right? If it had been all in a
row we would have been more aware.” God fucking damn.
“I couldn’t help it. If I don’t hand out my fliers, she’ll make it worse. I
could be expelled and she wouldn’t care.”
Percy glances over and sees the kid has started crying already, and he rolls
his eyes, but they are real tears, he’s not faking the terror. He’s out of
fliers now, but trying to shove his hands into the pockets of his worn looking
jacket.
“Hey. What are you trying to hide? Hand it over.”
“It’s nothing. It’s just-”
Percy snags one of the kid’s slim wrists, and yanks him so hard he might have
ripped a pocket seam, but there isn’t anything in his hand, it’s what’s on it.
Two marks that weren’t made by any teacher in their right might. Angry red
lines that are almost healed, but look quite purposeful.
“How did that happen?”
“Burned breakfast.”
“Jesus. Don’t work with an open flame? But seriously... look, you can hand your
fliers out, sure, but on your own time. You can’t leave school and do that, got
it?”
The kid nods jerkily, and tries to pull his hand away, but Percy’s doing some
quick thinking.
“You could be suspended, or worse. You will be expelled, if you keep this up.
This time, I can do you a favor, if you do something for me.”
His cock already twitches in his pants, and it’s got something to do with how
shiny the kid’s dark eyes are, that windblown hair, those pink lips.
God. This shouldn’t be making him as hard as it does.
“Oh my god. I can’t be expelled, I’d have nowhere to go to escape her. I’ll do
anything sir.”
Percy glances around the lot, still abandoned and will be so for another hour
or more.
He lets go of the kid’s hand and pats his lap.
The kid doesn’t get it, but he doesn’t run either, he’s shifting over, climbing
across the divider to sit on him, bracketed against the steering wheel and the
door, now Percy has got an armful and lapful of shivering and sniffling cult
kid.
“Oh, sir, sir there’s something-?”
Percy smirked, now he’s getting the picture.
He leans in, closing the small gap between a long expanse of pale neck, and
decides against leaving a mark, so he kisses the spot on his neck right below
the kid’s ear, and then nips the silky skin of his earlobe.
“Yeah. That’s my dick. Suck it, and we can keep this little intervention
between us.”
The kid rears back, and he’s wide eyed, slack jawed, but Percy puts his other
hand on his neck again, gripping hard,
“You’ll only be suspended, if there’s a next time. Or you can do this now, and
promise me, you’ll stop skipping class. Got it?”
The kid nods jerkily, and then shuffles back, freeing Percy’s lap, letting his
cock once again press fruitlessly against air, so he reaches down to undo his
zip fly, and groans the second he takes himself in hand.
“Go on.”
The kid’s eyes flicker from his cock to his face, and Percy grins, dropping
both hands to his thighs, giving the kid free reign.
He’s pretty terrible, but at least he knows not to use his teeth, and he’s
getting spit everywhere, but the noises are worst of all, Percy’s going to be
saving those, locking them down in his memory for the next time he jerks off
before bed, frantically hunting down a climax as if it’ll help him sleep. It’s
like he’s touching the kid right back, with so many whimpers and sighs, and the
vibration of a hum, and oh, he’s close.
“Fuck.”
He thrusts up by accident, an automatic response and the kid chokes, throat
convulsing around the head of Percy’s cock. He’s done after that, blowing his
load like, like he’s some teenager again.
He leans back against the seat and tries to catch his breath as the kid pulls
off and away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, eyes still teary, and
lips now almost red, swollen.
He looks good like that.
“Okay kid. Run along now. You can catch last period.”
The kid nods, and then starts climbing out of the car, only pausing to give him
a softly mumbled ‘thank you sir.’
Percy just hopes he doesn’t tell anyone.
 
 x x x 
 
Credence doesn’t mean to do it again, but Ma’s word is law, as much as the
Lord’s, so he’s at the bakery, the shop that smells so good it makes his
stomach hurt. Nothing hurts as much as getting his belt across his back or his
hands, so he doesn’t leave, rooted to the spot, he’s shivering and trying to
resist running inside to just ask for a cup of water, and hope some sugar or
flour gets spilled into it by accident, when there’s a car pulling up beside
him, passenger side window rolling down.
His heart falls into his toes.
It’s that guy.
The school policeman.
“Kid… I don’t get deja vu very often, but this, is definitely not a good
thing.”
Credence bites his lip to keep from crying immediately because he can already
imagine the look of disappointment on Ma’s face, but he just nods, and goes to
throw his fliers away, there’s no point in coming home with them.
A hand is firm on his neck, gripping not painfully, but hard enough to make his
knees want to give out.
The drive isn’t long, but he can’t help looking around the car, he finds a
nametag lying in the cupholder, and the plastic is yellowing, letters faded,
but he can still make out ‘Percival Graves.’
It’s a fancy name, but fitting, Credence thinks, because he’s a moral,
upstanding man of the law, without having to drive around with screaming sirens
and worry about getting shot.
They’ve stopped in the park, they aren’t going back to the school directly,
he’s frowning, confused, but the man, Officer Graves, just says two words,
sending his whole world crashing down.
“You’re suspended.”
Nine days absent. Credence knows deep down that somehow, that’s a few more than
most would get, and it's unfair, but just. The rules of man shouldn't overrule
the laws of God, yet, here he is, yet again, in trouble with school. Suspension
means two weeks of being unable to return, even if he wanted to.
“Please, isn't there anything you can do? I’m supposed to move on to high
school in the fall, if I get held back...” He's moving forward, crawling into
the man's space, wondering if he should touch him, see if he could do enough to
make him change his mind. It's never been far from his thoughts, the way it had
felt to bring someone else sinful pleasure, and yet he's never allowed to
partake. It was as close to sinning as he's ever been.
“No, I'm afraid it’s not up to me.”
A strong arm wraps around his shoulders, tugging him close, and Officer Graves
lets him cry into his chest, for a long while. It seems like forever, but the
sun is still high in the sky, and now the man's other hand strays down his
side, gently cupping between his legs. Credence is on fire, instantly aware of
everything, the sound of his breathing, the smell of coffee and spicy cologne
at the man's neck, as something grows hot and hard down there, it feels like
all the blood is rushing from his head and his heart to that single point of
contact.
“Sir?”
“It's okay. It'll help you relax.”
“But I’ve never-”
Officer Graves sounds surprised,
“Never touched yourself? Ever?”
He shakes his head furiously, and the man chuckles low, his hand pressing
harder, rubbing up, feeling along the length no longer hidden in his pants.
“Oh, my boy, you have no idea of what you’re missing.”
“I’ve wanted to. Badly. But it’s a sin.”
“I’ll make you come. Then you can lick my hand clean. All right?”
Credence doesn’t know what he’s saying, what he’s being asked, his head falls
backward against the man’s broad shoulder, and the hand is sliding under the
waistband of his pants and underwear both, fingers curling around that, the
feeling, it’s like flying.
He’s panting hard, like he’s been running, and the man’s hand cups around the
end of it, before a thumb swipes against the tip, roughly, but it’s enough.
Credence’s entire body jolts, as his hips jerk, and a wicked sound clawing its
way up from his throat, like a whine, but deeper.
“Oh...man. There’s a lot.”
Officer Graves pulls his hand out, but Credence can feel further wetness
gushing out of him, soaking hot and sticky into his underwear, and his legs
feel like jelly, he can’t move. He can only stare, as the man’s hand is
glistening with clear whitish fluid, and he brings it to Credence’s mouth, so
he opens wide, obliging.
He tastes funny, not like when Credence had put his mouth on the man’s lap.
“You poor thing. You’ve been so pent up.”
Credence nods, just agreeing, and when Officer Graves finally drops his hand,
it’s only damp with spit.
“Do you wanna go somewhere? Somewhere quiet, we can talk?”
Just talking sounds nice, so he nods again, and the man nudges him over, into
his seat, back under the safety of the belt buckle, and they drive.
 
 x x x 
 
Percy’s become addicted to this soft sweet little morsel, with dark eyes and
plush lips and endless discoveries to be made. He’s so hard it hurts, but the
car is far too small to do anything really useful in, so he pulls up his
driveway, and parks, followed slowly by the kid all the way through the garage,
past the kitchen, into the living room, cut across the hall, and his bedroom.
The bed’s messy, he doesn’t bother making it before he leaves, but it hardly
matters.
The kid’s standing in the doorway, looking unsure, and Percy finally allows
himself to smile.
“I just need you to take care of this, then we can talk. Okay?”
He nods, and then looks down at himself. His own cock is probably hard again
too, considering the load he’d spent in Percy’s hand and into his pants, it’s
can’t be very comfortable.
“Come on. You can walk around my house without pants. I don’t mind.”
He starts it by tugging on the kid’s zipper, but he gets the point easily
enough, shoving them down to his ankles, and then his underwear, with a wet
patch on the front, before shucking those off too, then he folds them and sets
them aside, just inside the room, beside the door. Percy bites back a laugh at
his utter ridiculousness of demeanor, until he’s bending over, and there’s
scars licking down his lower back over the swell of his ass.
“Hey… will you take your shirt off too?”
Because reasons, and also how badly is this kid hurt?
He shivers, and then blinks over at Percy, still mercifully fully dressed.
“What about you? Are we going to talk in your bed?”
“Ah. Yes. Why don’t you show me what you’d like.”
He’s not expecting much, maybe a shrug or something, but instead the kid walks
over to him, his cock is hard, or perhaps he likes being half naked, and he
puts a hand on Percy’s chest, fingering over his vest, a faux show of rank, and
thumbs the buttons open, separating the halves to get to his shirt, and that’s
undone next, till he can pet over his bare skin, sliding over the wiry hairs,
and down, he fumbles at the waistband.
“All right there?”
His voice has gone low, a husky rasp, and he’s dripping against his boxers,
he’s sure.
The kid’s eyes flicker up to his, he’s only a head shorter. The older he gets,
the taller, lankier he’ll be. He just might outstrip Percy in height someday.
“I’ve never seen another man naked before. Is it okay if I take everything
off?”
Percy shouldn’t be surprised at that, but he is, and he just nods, throat
tight, heart pounding in tandem as his cock aches for a touch.
He considers pushing the kid to his knees, and shoving him against his crotch,
but that might shatter the moment, so he waits, watches, lets the kid undo his
belt, doesn’t miss the wince from the metal clinking, and then his pants are
being tugged down, letting his cock spring free, smacking into his stomach
before it hangs down obscenely, shiny at the head.
The kiss of air is almost as nice as a proper stroke from his hand would be,
but Percy is trying to be good, to stand still, and the kid’s eyes are wide as
saucers now.
“Well, how do I measure up?”
He blinks, and the kid reaches up to push off his shirt and vest in one,
leaving him naked, standing the middle of his clothing, piled on the floor. He
doesn’t care. He just wants those hands on him again.
“You’re very handsome sir. You look like God’s ideal man.”
Percy can’t hold back the laugh he barks at that,
“You’re sweet. Will you take your shirt off now?”
The kid shrugs a shoulder, and Percy decides he’d better help him, distract a
little, so he leans down, and kisses him.
Just like that, the kid fairly melts, and Percy scoops him up off his feet,
pulling him flush to his body, cock trapped between the kids spread legs, as he
clings to him.
He shuffles back to sit on the bed, then he’s falling back, letting the kid top
him, just so he can slip both hands under the hem of his shirt, and feels
roughened skin, dozens of ridges of scars, and he gasps against the kiss.
“Sir!”
Percy flips them in heartbeat before manhandling the boy onto his stomach, so
he can straddle his legs, fairly ripping the shirt up and out of the way. The
boy folds his arms under his face and he’s shaking now, crying again. He
probably scared him a little with his quick moves, but now, he pets a hand down
the length of the boy’s spine. He’s so skinny Percy could count his ribs
without even trying. The only part of him not scarred is half of his ass, even
the top of it has been whipped.
“Kid… god. Who fucking did this?”
“I told you. If I don’t hand out my leaflets… my Ma, she hits me.”
He falls down to press his cheek against the boy’s shoulder, and just breathes
for a moment, before turning to put his mouth to that little area of unmarked
skin,
“I’m so sorry.”
“She says it’s because of the demons inside me. They make me do things. Like
this. Go with a strange man. Touch places I shouldn’t.”
“You can touch yourself wherever you want with me. Got it?”
The boy nods, and sniffles, and Percy sighs.
His cock isn’t going down anytime soon, but there is little chance he’ll be
able to fuck the boy like he thought he would be able to.
“Do you want to touch me?”
The boy seems to think for a minute, before he nods.
“Come on then. I’m all yours.”
 
 x x x 
 
Credence doesn’t get on his knees to pray very often, but if he could for this
man, he would. Officer Graves has been so kind even when he isn’t, and heaven
help him, looking at the man’s body makes Credence’s own ache and tremble, he
didn’t even know men could kiss.
But the second that Officer Graves swooped into his life, stole him away for a
moment, he never wanted to go back. School didn’t even matter, he’d skip just
to be here, warm and safe in the man’s bed, as one of his hand’s pets down
Credence’s thigh, he shivers, and tries to take more of the man’s cock into his
mouth.
It’s a hard fought battle, as he’s thick, long, and Credence’s jaw is hurting
already.
“Good job. You’re doing great. I won’t come in your mouth. I’ll come on you.
Then you can finish yourself off. Show me how you do it.”
Credence moans, he can’t help it, the words the man uses are filthy as he
feels, as he is, ass up, and back arched, just resting over the man’s body, and
swallowing around him to keep from making a mess of him with saliva.
“Okay. Get on your back.”
Credence nearly jumps off the man, feeling the hand curl into his hair, fingers
rubbing over his scalp, and he moves obediently, lying flat, with his hands at
his sides, staring up at the man who kneels over him. Then the Officer is
putting his own hand to stroke over his length, until his head falls back, and
he groans out, wetness striping over Credence’s thighs, and up to his stomach.
“Sir!”
“My boy… you unman me. Go on. Touch yourself.”
Credence’s hand is shaky as he lifts it away from the soft sheets, to put it at
his groin, and his back arches again with the force of the feeling, his eyes
close, and he can feel the man collapsing at his side, murmuring low, wicked
words of encouragement.
“God…”
He drags his fingers through the cooling mess on his skin, and its slippery,
making it easy, so easy, to pull and tug over his own length, a coil of heat
building in his gut, threatening to snap like a taut rubber band at any second.
“I’m…”
He doesn’t know the exact moment it breaks, but his eyes open wide, and he
gasps, while the man’s hand glides down between his legs, brushing against the
swell of his sack, and grazing something that makes sparks trickle down his
spine, and he pants for air, further wetness slicking up his stomach and chest,
as he keeps moving his hand, he can’t stop, it’s addictive.
Then it hurts, and he’s tingling all over, shaking, so he drops his hand, and
turns to find Officer Graves watching him, eyes blown dark, brown swallowed by
black.
“You marvelous boy. You’re gorgeous.”
No. Men can’t be any such thing, except maybe the Lord himself. He’s wonderful.
Though, he’s only ever brought Credence pain and agony at the hands of his
loved ones. What if… this man could be more, do more, be better?
Officer Graves lifts his hand, and touches him again, and he wants to shrink
away but also beg him never to stop, instead he kisses him. Eyes open, and legs
weak, Credence remains in the man’s bed until it’s late enough to be getting
home.
 
“Will I be expelled?”
He asks as he gets up, he needs to get redressed, needs to be on his way.
“I’ll do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen… but if you want,
while you’re suspended, you’re welcome to come by.”
Officer Graves looks so casual, just lounging on his bed, when he hands over a
crisp cool business card, Credence rubs a thumb over the bold lettering. The
phone number is all that matters to him.
“Thank you.”
He worries what will happen tomorrow, but there’s also a glimmer of hope there
wasn’t before.
 
 
 x x x 
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