No(male)

That’s such a bad idea. Let’s face it, he’s in better shape than I am and the Pandora’s box I’d open if he catches me isn’t worth the fight. I keep my eyes forward, praying that compliance will make things easier for me.

“You’re not gonna fight this,” Tom asks, looking at me like I’m the crazy person between the two of us. I shake my head, fighting to keep myself as calm as possible. Silence hangs between us for a moment, before he gestures for me to come to him. I do what he commanded me to and he puts his arm around my waist, leading me through the crowd in the bar. After a few seconds, his fingers start digging into my side, getting painful fast.

4

“Look, man, you don’t have to hold me like this. I told you, I’m not gonna fight you on this- I’m not an idiot.” He stops walking, loosens his grip on me, and looks over at me somewhat confused.

“Alright, I’m gonna take it easy on you and loosen up, but if you try anything I’m going to make your life a living, fucking hell.”

“Completely fair.” No. Tom pulls his arm back from my waist, his hand still resting on my back. We push our way through the rest of the crowd, my anxiety building the further we go. I push the door open to see the parking lot shrouded in darkness. So, this is really happening. I stop walking for a second, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness around me.

“Are you gonna keep walking or do I have to do it for you?”

“Right, sorry. It’s just a lot darker out here than it was in there.” Before I can completely start walking again, Tom grabs the back of my shirt to stop me.

“Which one’s yours?” I point to the only car in the row I parked in earlier. He turns back and points over towards it to someone behind us. I shake my head and let Tom lead me over to his car, my eyes lingering on the strange man hooking a tow truck up to my own. And there goes my fucking car. Great.

“You want me up front?” He nods at me and I get in my seat next to him. We get buckled in and Tom starts driving. Everything around me melts away, my mind racing with fear and anxiety. Morbid ideas of what he’s gonna do to me when we get wherever he’s taking me flood through my head.

I snap back out of my head when I feel something on my leg near my crotch. No. I keep my eyes forward, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction. His hand travels up to the waist of my jeans and unbutton them. My heartbeat speeds up, the sound pounding in my ears. I squirm a little in my seat as his fingers make their way into my underwear.

Tom’s skin feels hot against mine and my face shifts to match. I stare straight forward through the windshield, fighting to keep my expression as neutral as possible. My mind freezes up and goes blank as soon as he actually touches my dick. My chest tightens around me and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep quiet. The smell of his cologne hits me in a way it hadn’t when I ran into him earlier, pulling any remaining thoughts out of my head. A knot grows in my stomach and I dig my fingers into the side of my seat.

Come on, man. It’s all gonna be over soon, just keep your head up. It’s gonna all be alright. Just keep breathing, don’t think about it.

Tom starts working faster and I feel my body get tenser and tenser. The sound of my own breathing mixes with the road noise and fills my ears. I hear my voice join in the fray, losing the battle I’d started with myself. Goddamnit.

My feet push down onto the floor of the car, my body starting to give in to its instincts. Before I can fully give in, Tom pulls his hand away, sending disappointment through my whole body. My face scrunches up, giving my emotions away to him. I start to slow my breathing and my muscles relax, letting me sink down some.

“We’re here.” What? I look around for the first time since we left the bar, realizing that the car was stopped. My gaze lingers on the smirk covering his face for a moment, as my brain finally clears up. Motherfucker knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?

“Right, sorry.” I zip up and button my jeans, reach towards the door, and look over at Tom for approval, before opening it and getting out. He follows suit and we both head towards his house, my heart still pounding in my chest. He opens the door and gestures for me to go in ahead of him. I once again do what he wants, fear keeping me from even thinking about stirring shit up. The door closes and I look behind me when Tom grabs the waist of my jeans and pulls me closer to him.

My face gets hot again, as I watch him really look me over for the first time. No. I fight the urge to pull away from him, not wanting to make things worse than they’re already about to be. One of his thumbs slides down my pants next to my hip, securing his grip on me. His other hand stays mercifully on the outside of my clothes, while still being uncomfortably close to my own erection. I put my hands on his arms and shoulders, unsure of what to do with them and trying to put something between the two of us. Tom’s outside hand moves to the fly on my jeans and unbuttons them and I feel his hand on the outside of my boxers again. I tense up, trying to avoid making eye contact with him again.

“You need help with that?” I half-open my mouth in shock, when he leans in and kisses me. I seize up, unsure of what to do or say.