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Tommy sat by the entrance of a pub, leaning against the cold, hard brick wall.
His skin was decorated with various purple splashes, like blended paint, or watercolors. But the paint burned him, and gave the boy a dry constant pain, he could bare just enough, to hold back his tears.
The fancy clothes he had on were torn, various scratches and rips spread across his button-up. And his tie once secured and smooth-looking, was about to break completely to fall to the ground.
His back jumped in an irregular pace, as his whimpers and moans of pain filled the street. Tear tracks rolled down his features and fell down to the floor, leaving it just a bit wetter than it was before.
The teen let his head back against the building, as he brought up the phone to his ear, Wilbur’s name spread across the screen. A few dial noises were heard until the man picked up.
“Tom? Why are you calling, man? it’s like 2am.” The man sounded angry and annoyed, which made the blonde boy flinch, and shrink more in his position, bringing his legs closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
“Wil- Wil could you pick me up?” Tommy sounded broken and muffled, as if he was underwater, even though he was close to the phone. His voice wavered and shook, as if he had been crying for hours. Wilbur sensed his mute tone, and turned worried. He sat up immediately, confused. Tommy could hear his breath hitch at the other side of the line.
“What happened? Where are you?” He sounded worried, and somewhat brotherly, which made Tommy’s heart warm up a little bit.
“Wil, I’m at-” He hesitated before saying “I’m at the pub you told me not to come to. I-I’m sorry it’s just I- I don’t know I was stupid. I wanted to feel …Big? I don’t-” He gulped sharply, in an attempt to calm his voice and, make it sound clearer. “And these men that- That were drunk or something started… attacking me, and hitting me and cutting my skin and clothes with a blade and- I- I don’t know I just want to get out of here.” He could feel his own tears surfacing once more, like a glass so full it was about to spill.
At the other end of the line, he heard Wilbur breathe deeply, he assumed he was thinking.
“Okay, Tom listen to me alright? Get out of that area right now, okay? And I need you to go to the address I’ll send you. It’s no very far away. Stay there and I’ll come for you.” Tommy could hear Wilbur get up and take his keys. He felt guilty, but he was too scared, and too embarrassed to call his own parents, who would certainly scold him and ground him, still being 17. “Do you want me to stay in call with you?” Wilbur asked reassuringly.
“Yeah, that’d be- I’d like that.” Tommy was very obviously trying to even out his breathing pattern.
After a few minutes of a silent call, and anxiously walking in circles, Wilbur advices Tommy that he sees him, and approaches with his car. Wilbur practically bailed out of the seat, like a bullet, and launched to the younger one, surrounding the latter’s torso with his arms, as if he were wrapping up some invaluable treasure. It wasn’t very far from that though.
Tommy immediately dug his way to the older one’s chest, just below his chin. The brunette hid his features in Tommy’s blonde hair, and took in his scent.
“Tom, Jesus Christ, Tom.” Wilbur said, his voice shaking, and his grip tightening. “Don’t do that again, for fuck’s sake.”
Tommy breathed in Wilbur’s scent. Black coffee and vanilla, he thought. He immediately started tearing up once more. He braced Wil’s torso, and brought himself even closer.
“I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have- I’m- I didn’t want to-” Wil cut him off, shushing him, brushing his hand up and down the youngest’s back.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not mad, Tom. I was just worried something would happen. You’re fine.” The brunette knew being angry at the minor would not actually do anything good for the situation. Wil pulled apart, and used both his hands to coat the blonde’s cheeks and wipe his tears away. He continued caressing. “Where are you supposed to go now? Your house?”
“I- I told my parents I was staying over at Toby’s but- I didn’t really plan for this to happen.” Wil’s heart shrunk. “Can I stay with you?” The blonde said in a mute, repressed tone, as if it were a secret. Wil entertained the idea for a few seconds. He tried to think it through, but not much later he realized there really was not many options. If none at all.
“I… Okay, sure. Let’s go to mine for the night. Come on.” He guided Tommy to the co-driver seat, and got on himself. He started the car and drove.
Truth is, Wil was mad. Or at least he wanted to. The blonde boy actively disobeyed him, and worried him, to then call at 2am in the morning. If it was only just that going on right now, he’d be pissed, lecturing Tommy as they drove. But then, he looked to him, to find a bruised, torn boy at the verge of tears. His voice dry and shaky when he spoke, and his blue eyes almost white and shimmering as waterworks rose up.
He just could not be mad. Even more so as he watched him drift to sleep. Wilbur sighed, and used his unoccupied hand rub his thumb on Tommy’s own hand. Tommy didn’t mind, He was probably already asleep.
When they arrived, Wilbur pulled into the driveway, and stopped the car. He sat frozen for a few seconds, assimilating what had just happened. He was glad Tommy decided to call him. He looked to the side, and saw Tommy peacefully asleep. He sighed at the sight lovingly, and reached out a hand to brush away a strand of hair in the blonde’s face. He allowed himself for a few seconds to be explicit about his massive crush on the younger one, just because the latter was asleep.
Within a few seconds he decided to get out and wake the younger one up from his quick nap, so they could get in. He shook his shoulder and called his name silently.
“Tommy? Hey Tommy, we’re here. Come one mate let’s get inside ‘aight?” Tommy shifted, and moved, finally opening his eyes, gazing at the older one. As soon as he seemed to regain consciousness, Wil observed how he came to his senses and hissed at the pain, realizing in what situation he was in. “You okay? Can you walk alright?” Wilbur’s voice brushed and caressed Tommy’s ears, like silk, or cotton. Tommy relaxed under the taller one’s presence.
“Yeah… Yeah I can.” Tommy answered, whispering. He then got up, and both of them headed for the door. Once inside, Wil asked if Tommy was okay going up the stairs by himself. He nodded, and Wilbur was dismissed to his room, to search for some appropriate and more comfortable clothes for Tommy.
The blonde boy started going up. He lied about being able to walk, or go up the stairs. He just didn’t want to bother Wilbur, or be too much of a burden to him. At least more than he already had been, calling at 2 in the morning.
Having been there before, Tommy knew how to identify the guest room and decided to head there immediately, sitting on the bed, instead of hanging around and walking aimlessly.
After a minute or so, Wilbur showed up in the room, bringing with him a pair of sweat trousers, and a big puffy beige hoody, that seemed warm.
“Hey man, have this. It’ll get you comfortable. You can leave your clothes in the night stand and we’ll figure out what to do with it in the morning.” He was about to get out of the room again, but Tommy grabbed his sleeve in reflex, he didn’t want him to leave.
He instantly flushed, praying that the lack of light in the room would hide his redness. “Is everything okay?” The man asked. Tommy felt embraced by those sounds. The sounds of his warm silky voice. He stood up and hugged Wil, not so tightly, but warmly, and with tenderness. Wil responded the same way.
“Thanks Wil” Tommy murmured. His voice was obstructed by Wil’s jumper, and sounded muffled, but that added to the tenderness of the moment, in some strange and very specific way. He shifted his head multiple times, looking for the best position, finding it under Wil’s chin, and the core of his chest. He sighed, and relaxed under the position for a few seconds more.
“It’s okay Toms.” He muttered. Wil instinctively started caressing the younger one’s hair. It just came natural; he didn’t think about it. When he realized what he was doing, he blushed and stopped abruptly, but he noticed Tommy didn’t protest, so he continued and felt the smaller one loosen his grip, as a sign of comfort. “Do you want me to treat your wounds? I have some ice bags and cotton, but I thought it’d be better do it in the morning if you’re too tired.” Wil said into Tommy’s hair.
“Can we do that tomorrow?” Tommy’s voice felt raspy, and muted. Very low and tired. Wil felt his heart shrink.
“Sure, man.” He briefly answered.
He then pulled away from the embrace they were in and went to the doorway. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my room. Go there, call me, or shout or whatever, but if you want to call me do it ‘aight?” Wil tried to imply a little less tense tone to lighten the tension, which actually worked fine.
“Yeah, thanks again Wil.” Tommy murmured.
Wil closed the door, and the only string of light vanished, leaving the room almost pitch black.
Tommy changed to the clothes Wil left, quickly and got in the covers. He almost immediately drifted to sleep, taking in Wil’s scent.
-
He woke up in the cold street, like he was before. Did he just dream all of that? Was that not… real?
He got up, and looked to both sides of the road. It’s like there was nothing.
Then he turned to the left, and saw a gang of three men, approaching. He gulped.
At first he told himself they were just walking by, but they stopped in front of him.
He heard knuckle cracks and saw them slap their fists against their palm. He started panicking.
The blonde boy kept stepping backwards, but he met with a wall that wasn’t there before.
The three of them launched at him at once, and he screamed, really loudly.
-
The clock marked 4am when the brunette heard a scream coming from the guest room. He sat up to the speed of light, coming to his senses in less than 5 seconds, and immediately thinking: ‘Tommy’. He launched out of the bed and into the corridor, almost running to the guest room. He opened the door, and saw a silhouette flinch to his entrance.
“Wil? Is that- you?” Tommy’s voice was broken and breathy. He was crying. Wilbur approached quickly and sat beside him, hugging the boy who was already sat against the bed’s head. “Wil, I’m- I’m so sorry. That must’ve scared you. I’m just not feeling okay. I…”
Wilbur’s eyes felt watery towards the vulnerability of his Tommy. He started caressing his back, tracing circles onto it in an attempt to calm him down. This time, instead of positioning his face on top of Tom’s head, he opted to stick his face to the blonde’s neck crook.
“Tommy, it’s fine I promise. Calm down. This has been a crazy night, I know. Just calm down okay? Breathe, man.”
Tommy’s breath became progressively more stable, and his grip on the opposite male loosened, whilst he readjusted himself more comfortably into his mate.
“Wil, stay here.” He said. He realized it sounded demanding, and took it back immediately. “…P-Please” He corrected. Wil pulled away, and looked Tom in the eyes, through the darkness. Tom did the same, and interlaced his fingers around Wil’s neck. “I… I just feel safe with- with you here, okay?”. Wilbur sighed and ran a hand through the minor’s cheek.
“Okay, Toms. Don’t worry ‘aight? I’m here.” With that, Wilbur took the covers of the bed, and placed himself under them, to Tommy’s surprise, although he was the one who asked for it.
Almost mimicking Wilbur, Tom followed his movements and placed himself under the covers too. They ended up facing each other.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, some intangible force compelled them to get closer, and closer, and they ended up wrapping arms around the other. They felt safe and complete again. Every time they came together, they did.
To be more comfortable, Wil lied down, facing upwards. Tommy then opted to position himself on top of Wil’s chest and inside the crook of his neck, breathing in its direction. His arms snaked around the brunette’s neck, and similarly, the older one’s arms secured the blonde’s torso like a guard.
Wil could tell Tommy was asleep a few minutes later, when his breathing became even.
He smiled to himself and to the minor, getting carried away and marking a sweet gentle smooch on Tom’s forehead. Only then could he fall asleep himself.
-
Wil’s eyes woke up to a weird sensation. Light filtered through the blinds of the room, that left a nice-looking stripe pattern on the white wall.
He opened his eyes slowly, and realized what was happening.
He felt something hard against his thigh. He felt something hard rubbing against his thigh, when he remembered Tommy was the only one beside him.
Paired with that, he sensed a hitched breath against his neck, and devised small, gentle and breathy moans coming Tom’s way.
He then made sense out of the situation, and understood Tommy was humping his thigh.
Wil panicked. He felt like he wanted to move, but he knew if he did Tom would notice, and it would make things very awkward. Tom had his eyes closed, so at least Wil could open his without Tom noticing.
Suddenly, Wil felt the cloth of his own pants rise, as he grew hard to the motion the minor had been performing. He gulped. ‘This is fucked up’, he thought to himself.
His mind became blurry, and his dick became twitchy. He wanted to do something, he wanted to make a move.
In a blur, Wil got up, startling Tommy, and getting on top of him.
He placed his hands on either side of Tommy’s shoulders, and he felt the latter cringe and blush under him. ‘Fuck, that’s hot’, he thought. He leaned down for a kiss.
At the same time, he let down his hips, and his crotch made contact with Tommy’s. Both of them moaned into the kiss at the much desired contact. Right after, both of them instinctively started humping, and frotting their clothed cocks. It felt so good.
Their erections grew impossibly harder, and both of them could feel pre-cum leaking through their briefs. They moaned, and breathed, and humped faster.
For some reason, they clothing that surrounded their members felt awesome, and hot, but Wil figured out what would feel even better.
He pulled away from the kiss, and let his sweat trousers down, Tommy did the same.
Both members standing out of their place, twitching in the air and leaking with thin pre-cum. Wil could see Tommy’s dick twitch and curve, stuck to his own abdomen, and it made him even harder, if that was possible.
Not a word was spoken in the whole moment; both males moved and acted through body language only, as if they were in sync. They stared, they moved, but they didn’t open their mouths. They both knew how uncalled for this was, and they both knew they adored it.
Wil took his shirt off, and took Tom’s shirt off, leaving them practically entirely exposed. For a few seconds, he admired Tommy’s slender figure, pale skin, and lust-filled face. He wanted him. He wanted the teen to cum under his own hands
Using his spit, Wil leaned back down, and paired his dick with Tommy’s, bathing them both in saliva, and making the jerk-off session much more pleasurable.
Wil picked up a pace, stroking up and down, twisting, and at the same time humping to add to the motion.
Tommy on the other hand, as the hormone human bucket he was, humped relentlessly, seeking friction and pleasure. Wil found the desperation extremely hot, and it made him even harder than he already was.
Tommy, taking the initiative for the first time in the interaction, leaned in for a passionate kiss, that enhanced the moment. They moaned into the kiss, wordlessly expressing their pleasure.
Tommy pulled away, and he let out a bigger, much louder moan than the rest, as he came on his own chest and abdomen. Wil found the sight incredibly arousing, coming closer to orgasm himself.
He used Tom’s cum and still semi-erect dick to cum, adding even more of the white liquid to the minor’s figure.
They breathed heavily, looking at each other for a few seconds.
They knew what they had done was disgusting, but they enjoyed it way too much.
Wil leaned down for a kiss again, except this time the lust was dissipated, and what was left of the kiss was tender, soft and sweet.
He reached out to the minor’s chest and pecs, sensing his soft skin on the palm of his hand. He smiled gently and sincerely.
The brunette then moved his hand up to the blonde’s cheek, rubbing his thumb on it, like he’d done earlier that day. He spoke the first words between them all morning.
“Come on. Let’s get to the bathroom.” He said almost whispering, with his morning voice, which made Tommy flinch and melt. Wil scooped Tommy with his arms, carrying him ‘Bridal Style’ to the bathroom. They arrived, and he sat Tommy on the toilet as he turned on the tap to fill the tub with hot water.
Once it was ready, he fit himself in, and then gestured Tommy to join him opening his arms. Tommy blushed, and approached the man with a silly smile.
The blonde took his place in front of the man, facing away, and leaning on his chest.
No words spoken. Only gentle touches, small kisses and sincere caresses.
About half an hour later they were done, and sat on Wil’s bed, to treat Tommy’s wounds properly. They used cotton with hydrogen peroxide for cuts, and ice bags for bruises.
They didn’t speak much, but Wil did sit there with Tommy, brushing his hair with his fingers, and kissing his forehead, while watching some cheesy animal planet documentary. Something to calm both of them down.
Once Tommy’s wounds were lightened and much less grave, they figured it’d be best to take him to some Nursing Topic.
As they got out of the house, and into Wil’s car, they both acknowledged they had to leave their couple-like attitude, for the sake of their secrecy.
Tommy kissed Wilbur’s lips one last time, with a passionate, but tender motion.
“We should… repeat this some time.” Tommy said. It made Wilbur smile, and made something in his pants tingle, as much as he hated to admit it.
“Yeah, we should” The brunette answered. He drove away.