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[TIER 10] IATL: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-04-09 17:27:01 +0000 UTCChapter 3
"Hey Gabriel, wake up..."
Gabriel blinks groggily as strong arms wrapped themselves around his back and under his knees. He startles awake when he's being lifted up and grabs onto the first thing his hands come across.
There's a small huff of laughter and an amused voice tease good-naturedly. "It's okay, Gabriel. It's alright. It's only me. You're grabbing my nipples pretty hard there."
Gabriel stares up at the face smiling down at him. "Lucas...?" He squints, still disoriented and sleepy when his gaze falls onto his hand that is white knuckling onto the front of Lucas's shirt. He lets go, casting his eyes down as he mutters, "Sorry..."
"If it makes you feel better, you can hold on to me."
Thinking he'd heard Lucas wrong, Gabriel looks up and searches his face. When Lucas doesn't say anything, he rasps out a hopeful "Really?" Lucas nods, expression soft.
Heart inexplicably warmed, he pressed closer, wrapping his arms around the solid body against him. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head against the soft fabric. Lucas adjusts his grip and carries him out the van, using his shoulder to nudge the door shut. It didn't take him long to start crying after that, silent tears staining Lucas's shirt.
He feels like a baby for crying. But he can't stop the tears from falling if he tried. The familiar warmth and smell surrounding him breaks something inside him. Lucas's touch is careful and gentle, his voice soft and soothing, a stark contrast to what he'd just endure. He feels shaky and fragile like he might break at the slightest touch.
His hands tangle into Lucas's shirt, crumpling it as he breathes in the soft flowery scent of the fabric softener. There's something else too. Something breezy yet wild, like the ocean. Lucas's body wash. He relaxes, taking comfort in the knowledge that the horrible night is over, and his job is done. At least for the moment. As they pass through the hallway, something catches his eyes.
A door. To Chase's room. Chase.
He snaps his eyes up. "Where's Chase?"
"Chase's in the shower right now. He got out before you did."
"Is he okay?"
Lucas nods and looks down at Gabriel, an upward tilt at the corner of his lips. "You both did good today. I'm pleased." He pauses and adds, "Alastair worked you over real bad tonight, didn't he?"
Shame courses through his veins and he looks away. He understood that he's a plaything, and that providing sexual gratification is his purpose. But what happened to him tonight was so dehumanizing, it made him feel less like a human and more like trash. Rode hard and put away wet. It's hard to summon the dignity after that to act or feel like a person again.
"Did he damage you?"
"I don't know," he answers honestly. "I feel sore. It hurts when I sit."
Lucas clenches his jaw. "I'm going to take a closer look, okay? And if you're injured, I'll send Gadreel for you tomorrow. I'm going to make it all better." He bends down and plants a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes close at the touch, and the fluttery feeling in his chest doubles three folds.
He opens his eyes when he hears a door being shoved open. Looking around, he's surprised that they're in Lucas's room. He was expecting the communal shower, but instead Lucas is nudging the door to his adjoining bathroom with his foot. As the group home's supervisor, Lucas enjoys certain perks and having his own bathroom is one of them.
"Alright Gabriel, I'm going to put you down. I think it's best if you sit on the toilet seat while I fill the tub. Then we can get you cleaned so that I can check for injuries," he explains, straight to the point. His tone has changed, and he's acting different, more methodical and impassive. The room feels a degree or two colder.
Gabriel struggles to his feet as Lucas sets him down, muscles protesting. He guides himself down onto the toilet seat, blood rushing to his face as semen drips out his anus to splash down the toilet. Sneaking a glance at Lucas, he breathes a sigh of relief as the man appears to be busy preparing the bath to notice. He spares his body a glance before he looks away, glad that he couldn't see himself in the mirror.
From what little he'd seen, he's filthy, covered in bodily fluids and bruises. The only thing that seems untouched is his penis, lying limp between his thighs. It's a sorry sight. Clients pay to take pleasure from his body and never once did they reciprocate. Besides Lucas, who sometimes gave him the reach-around, he rarely came from any of his sexual encounters. Unless his orgasming is part of the clients pleasure. He shudders as he thinks of Charlene aka 'Chastity'.
Wait. That's not right. He did experience an orgasm tonight. And he remembered the afterglow. It was a good one. But how? Chase, his brain supplies. Memories of tender green eyes and soft kisses slam into him so hard, he's left gasping.
"Gabriel, what?" Lucas looks up from his place at the side of the tub.
"N..nothing." He shakes his head, averting his eyes.
Chase. How could he forget that? Chase fucked him tonight. Chase fucked him like he means something. Something other than just a willing hole. The conflict on his face as he was forced to penetrate him reminds him that what they did was essentially rape. In a way. They hadn't consented because they wanted to but because they were forced to. So why did it feel different?
Chase was so gentle. Instead of pain, he felt a slight burn and then the overwhelming feeling of fullness. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Chase's face as he thrusted into him, enraptured by those forest green eyes that brightened with every sound he made. He remembered being so caught up in pleasure that he hadn't caught it when Chase kissed him. Gabriel brings his fingers up to his bottom lips. Chase had kissed him!
Before Lucas, no one had ever kissed him on the lips before. Too shocked at the time, he hadn't reacted, didn't know how. But when Chase let out that heart wrenching whimper, he kissed back. His heart was beating so fast, and he was feeling so confused but when Chase moaned happily into his mouth, all doubts fled his mind. Their tongues clashed, both of them desperate for more. He recalls long dark eyelashes, sun-kissed skin, and freckles. Chase has freckles. He never noticed them before. They suit him. He wonders what else he'd missed about the green-eyed teen.
Chase kept his thrusts against his prostate, not letting up as he worked him into a frenzy. When he came, it's one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His body locked up, and his mind blanked out, just pure bliss as he shot ropes after ropes of white fluid, hips thrusting up with the force of it. That's the first time he'd come untouched. He wasn't sure if he could at first. When he regained his strength to open his eyes, he's met with wide green ones, looking back with awe and wonder.
Staring down at his hands, the beginnings of doubt prickle at the edge of his mind. He must have remembered it wrong. For a moment there, he'd thought Chase looked at him like he's something good, something special. But that can't be it. Chase had seen first hand what he does, what he was doing when Chase was forced to fucked him. No sane human being would look at him and see anything other than a used whore. Maybe not so much now since he is seventeen and his body is still young. But a few years down the road, all the abuse would take its toll. And then what?
Gabriel finds himself unable to stop the sob that threatens to escape him. What is going to happen to him? Is this going to be his life? Getting fucked by strangers every night? Letting them do whatever depraved thing they have in mind? He's scared. He doesn't know how much more of this his body could take. On more than one occasion, he had woken up to a bloody sheets.
One day, a client would get too rough and he'll end up in the hospital with a messed up rear or brain damage from lack of oxygen. He's been strangled with rope, scarves and ties, choked on dick shoved so far down his throat he passed out. Or worse, he could end up dead in the streets, stuffed in an alleyway, his body left to rot, forgotten and insignificant. Just as he's about to have a full-blown panic attack, a strong hand grips him by his arm and pulls him up.
"Let's get you in the tub," Lucas murmurs.
Staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes, it dawns on him that Lucas would know. If he ends up dead somewhere, there's at least one person who would miss him. The thought reassures him somewhat. He leans his weight onto the arms holding him up and limps towards the tub. With Lucas's help, he's able to lift his legs up and step inside.
The water is warm against his skin. Settling down into the tub, Gabriel lets out a sigh and drops his head, closing his eyes. He could hear Lucas tinkering about the bathroom before he takes a seat by the tub. Using the washcloth he'd found, Lucas begins to clean him. First he wipes down his arms, then his chest before he takes him by his shoulder and guides him forward, allowing him to reach his back. The soft cloth feels comfortable against his skin, the gentle circular motion lulling him to sleep. It feels so good.
"Lean back and spread your legs," Lucas instructs. Gabriel leans back against the white porcelain and spreads his legs as far as the tub allows him to go. Lucas swipes the cloth down his abdomen and hips. Then, he lifts one of Gabriel's legs up and runs the cloth over it, washing away most of the semen stain on the inside of his thighs. He did the same for the other leg before motioning for him to stand up.
When he does, Lucas drains the tub and turns on the shower. He instructs Gabriel to stand beneath it. He does, letting the hot water beat down on him. Running his hands through his hair, he tries to wash out the sticky substances there. As the telltale fluid sluices off him, so does the tension in his body. Exhaustion settles deep into his bones. He braces his palms against the black tiles in front of him and lets his head hang down.
Someone steps into the tub with him. He turns around, eyes focusing on all that glorious skin in front of him. Lucas is handsome by himself but a naked Lucas is a sight. His body is a work of art. He is muscular but not overly so, his body chiseled and angled not unlike an ancient Greek sculpture. There's a quiet grace to his movements too, sure and certain, that complements it.
Adorning his chest, right over his heart is a tattoo the shape of a flaming sword. The hilt is positioned right over a small round scar, and the intricate design around it gives the scar an appearance of a gemstone from afar. It's inked black and with cerulean blue as flame.
Lucas takes a step towards Gabriel, body glistening as the spray falls onto his broad chest. A couple more steps and they're standing hips to hips, his icy blue eyes boring into his own. At 5'11, Gabriel is by no means short but Lucas still has a few inches on him. Lucas closes his eyes and leans down, pressing their forehead together. The action causes every muscle in his body to unclench. This feels intimate. Gabriel so rarely gets to have this that he's soaking it up while he can.
They stand like that under the hot shower for awhile. Steam rises and everything takes on a blurred, misty look. They look like drowned cats with their hair hanging down, clinging wetly to their forehead. Lucas opens his light blue eyes and when he sees Gabriel staring at him, he smiles. This close to him, Gabriel can see the devilish gleam in his eyes. The man has a unique smile, one that has mirth dancing in it but still gives an impression of a quiet smile. It is both captivating and scary to look at.
Lucas reaches out and grabs the shampoo bottle by Gabriel's head, pouring a copious amount onto his hands. He startles in surprise when Lucas starts rubbing the clear pink liquid onto his head, nails scratching against his scalp. He leans into the touch and sighs with contentment.
"You like that?" Lucas mumbles. He nods. "Maybe I should do this more often. Would you like that?" Gabriel nods. "Even if you have to go through another night like this?" Gabriel hesitates but then he nods. He will take a hundred nights like this one if that means he gets to have this. Lucas brushes a foamy hand against his cheek and mumbles. "Why are you so good to me?"
"I want to be good for you, Lucas," he says and means every word.
"You do, Angel." He looks down at Gabriel for a moment, face smooth as a marble before returning to the task at hand. Foams begin to form and dribble down the side of his face and into his eyes. Before he has the chance to wipe it away, Lucas turns him around and guides his head under the spray. Gabriel runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the dirt and suds flow away with the water.
Without warning, Lucas starts running his hands over his back. A familiar scent hits his nostrils. The ocean. Lucas is using his own body wash on Gabriel. He is going to smell like him now. For some reason, the notion puts a smile on his face. He turns around.
"Can I?" he asked, motioning for the body wash. Lucas nods. He squeezes the blue liquid onto his palm and lathers them up until they're nice and foamy. Closing the gap between them, he runs his hands in circular motions down Lucas's chest to his abdomen and the jut of his hips. He hesitates briefly before tracing the trail of dark blonde hair down to his penis. He washes the area around the groin, massages the balls there before taking Lucas's penis in his hand, giving it a few tugs. At his ministration, Lucas begins to harden.
"Gabriel," he says warningly. When he looks up, Lucas is giving him a stern expression but his eyes are soft. "Cmon, turn around and brace yourself against the wall. Spread your legs for me."
Obediently, he turns around and presses both palms against the wall and spreads his legs. He feels self-conscious as Lucas kneels behind him and spreads him open. He can feel his hole twitch as the cold air hits the sensitive skin there. Water rolls down his back and slides down between his cheeks. Fingers start to probe at his opening. Gabriel hisses and shies away from the touch. The area around his ass is still sensitive, and his rim feels raw and used.
"Just relax," Lucas mumbles. Gabriel takes a deep breath and tries to unclench. Lucas pushes a finger past his rim and then another. He opens up easily, but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt. Gabriel focuses on his breathing as Lucas scissors him open further, pumping his fingers in and out.
"Hmm... Apart from being a little swollen, there doesn't seem to be any tearing. Nothing some sleep and rest couldn't cure. You'll be as good as new come tomorrow morning," Lucas announces, pulling his fingers out and playful smacks Gabriel's ass before standing up. He climbs out the tub and grabs some towels.
Gabriel turns off the shower and steps out of the tub gingerly. Draping a towel around Gabriel's shoulder, Lucas exits the bathroom while drying himself. Left alone, he wipes himself down and lowers his head as he dries his hair. Flicking his dark strands out of his eyes, Gabriel wraps the towel around his hips and walks out.
Lucas is lying on his bed naked, stroking his now fully hard, condom covered cock. He raises an expectant eyebrow at him. Gabriel swallows the lump in his throat and walks over.
Dropping his towel, he climbs onto Lucas's bed, crawling up his legs to position himself on top of Lucas's crotch. The head of his cock nudges at his sore opening. He doesn't feel like sex, and he is still hurting too much to enjoy it. But he doesn't want to disappoint Lucas, not after he had been so nice to him.
"Um... don't we need lube for this?" Gabriel asks meekly.
"You're still open and loose, Gabriel. Plus, you don't want to go to the trouble of cleaning up again, do you?"
He looks down and shakes his head. Holding Lucas's cock in place, he starts to impale himself slowly, breath hitching as his hole is forced to take yet another cock. Once he's fully seated, Lucas takes hold of his hip, mindful of the bruises there and starts to thrust.
Gabriel lies down on Lucas' chest, head turned and closes his eyes. Lucas starts out slow with long full thrusts. He's careful not to brush his prostate. Before long, Lucas's thrusts begin to quicken, and his hand moves from Gabriel's hip to grab his ass, spreading him wide as he fucks into him, all rhythm lost as he nears completion. Gabriel squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth, waiting it out.
After several hard thrusts, Lucas comes silently, grabbing hard onto his ass, nails digging into the flesh of his ass. They stay like that for a while, Lucas's arms around him as he comes down from the high. His rapid heartbeats thuds against his chest.
Gabriel treasures moments like this when Lucas is sated and content, basking in his post orgasm glow. He's much softer, more affectionate after sex. The quiet moment continues until Lucas smacks his ass. Taking that as a sign, he pushes himself up and carefully lifts himself off Lucas's softening cock. Lucas rolls the condom off and throws it into the bin beside his bed.
"Go to bed, Gabriel. I'll see you tomorrow." He takes Gabriel's hand and places a kiss on his knuckles. Gabriel nods and wraps the towel around his hips again before limping away. When he reaches the door, he looks back at Lucas. He is already turned around, covers up to his hips, breathing even.
"Goodnight, Lucas," he whispers before shutting the door with a soft click.
He limps back to his room, pausing when he notices lights shining out from a half-open door. Realizing that it is Chase's room, he approaches it, bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. When he reaches the doorway, he sees Chase kneeling by Sam's bed, tucking the covers up around his little body. He is wearing a worn looking t-shirt with a graphic logo on it and boxers.
Sensing that he's being watched, Chase looks up. When he spots Gabriel, the corner of his lips turns up. He stands and walks towards him, a slight limp in his gait. Chase places his hand on the doorknob and smiles. He smiles back. Watching Chase, he can't help but think that something is off. He struggles to pinpoint exactly what it is when Chase murmurs, voice soft. "Goodnight, Gabe." Then, he pushes the door close, and Gabriel is left standing outside in the dark.
He blinks before he limps back to his room. He lets the towel fall and climbs into bed, pulling the cover over his exhausted body. He rolls onto his stomach and reaches for his bag that's lying on the floor beside his bed. He unzips it and pulls out a notebook and a pen. Flipping the notebook over, he flips through the last pages backwards until he reaches his last entry. He writes for a while before closing it and returns it to his bag.
It isn't until he's lying on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling that he realizes what's bugging him. The look on Chase's face as he closes the door, the smile curling his lips. His smile has lost the warmth and openness in them. Now, it just looks small and... sad.
