Face down in the dirt

@avery-timor

My name is Avery Timor. I'm 17 and currently a junior at McKinley. You probably don't know me. I keep to myself a lot. -RP-

401 posts

The Second || Averam

"Hey," Adam chided gently, "no problem." A kiss, not rough like the other but just as firm and unyielding was pressed to Avery’s lips, and one of Adam’s hands ran possessively up his torso, guiding the boy’s arms away as he touched him, tried to feel more and more of his beautiful skin. "Just get cleaned up so you don’t get hurt any more," he added thoughtfully, an edge of concern to his voice. That melted away quickly after a moment as a darker tone slipped back in and he spoke from his dilated pupils and his flushed skin. "Then hurry back, alright?" The question was loaded, less of a question than a suggestion, and a strong suggestion at that, but Adam wasn’t one for being unclear. When he wanted something, he did everything he needed to to get it, and Avery had just made his list. The kid would get what he needed out of it, too; it was a win-win situation,

Letting out a calm but shaky breath, Avery let his arms be moved away from where they wrapped around himself, biting his lip at the feeling of another mans hands on him, something he's never felt. Nodding slowly, the teenager turned on his heel and headed up the stairs to the bathroom. His heart was beating out of his chest as he found what he needed to clean his face. Luckily the cut wasn't that deep or that big so no bandaid was needed. Splashing some cold water on his face, Avery took a deep breathe before heading back down to where Adam was.

The Second || Averam

Adam smiled against the harshness of Avery’s lips, his want evident, and there wasn’t much that Adam liked more than a needy boy practically running to bed with him. He seemed eager enough to be promising. The ones who ran to sex after pain normally were, the ones who went out looking for both even more so, but they’d figure that out if it happened to come up again. He wouldn’t mind having this one more than once, Adam thought as he walked them backwards into the living room. As his back dug slightly into the couch, he pried Avery’s full lips off of him and away from his, tapping his jaw. “D’you need to clean up first?” he offered. “I’ve got stuff in the bathroom.”

Eyes opening slowly but surely, Avery looked at Adam, his lips red and puffy and eyes glassy and innocent. The fact that he was shirtless suddenly brought on a wave of self-consciousness that flooded his being causing him to wrap his arms around himself as a way to hide. Head ducking down, the boy shrugged softly, his shy innocence coming back at full force. "I dunno...Maybe." He whispered, head tilted down and eyes on the floor. Always the timid one, Avery honestly had no idea where the previous aggression came from that caused him to act of he did with Adam, but he suddenly felt like maybe it was the wrong thing to do as he closed in on himself.

The Second || Averam

Adam let out a harsh breath against Avery’s skin when it became evident that he was enjoying the rough treatment. He just kept seeming more and more perfect as time went on and they got further, and Adam would be damned if he was going to stop then. Avery’s pleas for more were quickly granted, Adam finally letting his lips close around circles of the boy’s skin to suck bruises onto his neck haphazardly, to give him marks that he wouldn’t want to hide for once. A few purpling bruises and harsh bites later, Adam’s breaths were coming in roughly, his hands pulling at the bottom of Avery’s shirt looking for more skin to attack and take.

The press of Adams lips trailing over his neck were like a drug, the boy was aching for more with every passing second. Avery felt his skin blossoming with bruises under the mans mouth, ones that he would take pride in, ones that he was happy to have. When he felt his shirt being lifted, Avery leaned forward and moved Adam away for only a split second so he could yank it off and toss it to the ground. Hands grasping the mans neck, the boy tilted his head so he could connect their lips again, missing the rough pressing against his own.

The Second || Averam

Once they were connected, some drive took Adam to drive Avery into the wall, pressing him against it and holding him there, his strength taking over, arms holding fast as the older man took and consumed, dominating the boy before him with his mouth. He pulled away with a loud, wet noise, nipping at the underside of Avery’s jaw lightly, teasingly, questioningly, and looked at him to check in and make sure that he was on board with what was happening, holding in the need to mark him as his own until after he knew he was along for the ride.

A soft moan fell past the boys lips as he was pushed against the wall, the roughness turning him on even more, something he was not expecting from himself. Hands pressing against the wall, searching for some grounding force to hold onto but finding none, Avery settle on splaying his hands flat against the building, head tipping back to give Adam more access. "More...Please." The boy gasped out, baring his neck for the man, begging without words for Adam to take him.

The Second || Averam

The door gave way easily, and as Adam tugged Avery inside, he twisted the lock, waiting until they were both trapped to lean back against the door and hear it shut with a satisfying click. Alone. They were alone, and the house was dark, Adam stumbling with Avery, hands roaming harshly. One trailed up and down the hard muscles of Avery’s torso while the other scanned the wall for the light switch. Only once they were illuminated did Adam pull back to look at Avery’s wide eyes, those stormy blue eyes, and dive back into him, all liquid heat as he tasted him, licking into his mouth as his fingers curled into the collar of the boy’s shirt.

Avery was like a puppet to all of Adams movements, completely giving in to every which way he was moved. Through his eye lids he could see the light being turned on before he felt Adam pull away. Eyes opening and pupils blown wide with lust, the teenagers eyes searched the older mans face for an answer to an unknown question before they slipped shut as he moaned at the feeling of Adams tongue in his mouth. He wasn't afraid. For the first time in his life he wasn't scared and he wanted more, he wanted everything.

The Second || Averam

The sudden movement of Avery’s that pulled Adam to his lips was unexpected, but far from unwelcome. Avery’s lips were hot elation, coursing slowly but surely as Adam kissed him back, wanting more - to devour, to own. It was strange to want like he did, but the feeling was unshakable, and his advances were far from being spurned by the younger boy. If anything, the fact that Avery had been the one to initiate it this time filled Adam with nothing short of joy. It was going right, for once, on a night when it had all of the potential to go in the absolute wrong direction and decay before he could touch it. No, they kissed, lips and slight brushes of Adam’s tongue against Avery’s soft lips hot in the cold air, and if his hand curled around Avery’s wrist, grip tight, and he turned, key in hand to get them inside, it was pure animal instinct. Humans sought out bodies and touch when they didn’t have comfort to give themselves just like any other animal did, after all, didn’t they?

Completely losing himself against Adam's lips, Avery forgot everything that had happened as the need for more became far too powerful to ignore. Opening his mouth, he welcomed the slick sensation of Adam's tongue, hands moving up to wrap around his neck. Avery hated being held and restricted, unable to move, but not right now; he felt safe, something he never felt. Feeling Adam turn the teenager let his body move along with the older mans, gentle steps leading them towards the door as their lips never lost contact.

The Second || Averam

Adam glanced over uncomfortably, then squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain his focus. Avery’s flitting around was distracting and he wasn’t sure how to fix it, and that combination all but hurt his head as he searched for some way to calm him down. “Breathe,” he murmured quietly, knowing immediately how pointless that word would be as it fell upon Avery’s ears, but unable to stop himself from at least trying. It was the most logical approach, if nothing else. When he seemed to crumble further, all Adam could do was step on the gas whenever he hit a stretch of road without cars on it and try to get them back to his place as quickly as possible. The drive was grueling and put him on edge, but by the time it was all said and done, he got out of the car quickly and opened Avery’s door on the other side, offering a hand in some sort of last attempt.

Avery didn't even hear Adam speak, his eyes becoming glassy and mind, foggy. Closing his eyes and counting in his head as he focused on his breathing, the boy didn't even notice how fast they ended up going. He felt horrible, like a huge burden on Adam and he hated it. The thing he finally did notice, though, was the opening of the car door and the breeze of cool air that hit his face. Flinching slightly, he opened his eyes to see Adams hand and quickly grabbed it as he got out of the car. Being outside calmed him down almost immediately before he pulled Adam into a kiss without another thought. Normally he wasn't one to take the first step, always too scared to do anything but he needed him right now, needed the comfort of his lips.

The Second || Averam

Adam could see it from the moment Avery stepped outside, the way he carried himself betraying everything the cloth he held to his face already proved to be true. When he’d gotten inside, Adam watched him with keen eyes, taking everything in. He was unsettled - worryingly so in a way that made Adam uncomfortable. “Why tonight?” he asked simply, starting to drive again, wondering whether or not there was a smell of alcohol lingering on his breath, wondering how Avery would react to its place as he sat in the passenger’s seat of Adam’s car. Waiting for an answer, Adam mentally went through the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, cataloging everything they’d need to make sure that the wound, whatever it was, healed up nicely. Avery was too pretty to be scarred like that, and coming from Adam, that meant far too much.

"I-I..." Avery stuttered, his heart beating fast and mind racing along side it. "I don't know." The terrified boy choked out. Even though he was in a car away from his house, his eyes were flashing around looking for something, anything. "H-He got mad and threw a glass cup at m-me and and..." Avery whispered into the car, flinching when another car drove by them. He looked like a child lost in disney world right now with the way he was flinching at every noise and the way his eyes never sat still. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he began to breathe deeply, the compactness of the vehicle starting to give him a panic attack.

The Second || Averam

Having already assigned ride duty to himself, Adam set down his drink and grabbed his car keys. He was barely buzzed and obviously had pretty good judgment with all of the decision making he’d had to exercise within the past short while, so there was no worry whatsoever in his mind about being on the road, and the traffic on the streets would be enough to keep him from having much driving freedom anyway. After he’d slid into the drivers seat of his car, he connected his iPod, playing his music quietly as he pulled out. Music eased silences and it made things feel more comfortable for everyone around him. Avery would see it as a look in, probably, though it was just a matter of added comfort, but it wouldn’t slow anything down. The drive over was all the more bearable because of it, and he honked the horn once, sharply, then waited for Avery to come out.

The screaming matches between his father and himself were a normal thing in the Timor household along with the violence that came along with it, it was just normal as sad as it sounds. Adam was a savior in a way, he gave Avery a chance to escape even if it was just for a short while. The teenagers cheek had a gash in it from where glass at sliced it minutes before after a cup was thrown at him, again, something normal. A cloth to his cheek, Avery heard the honking of Adams car and raced out the door, getting inside quickly knowing an injury like this couldn't be hidden.

Thought I was done with these injuries.

So come over.

Okay...

Thought I was done with these injuries.

You’re being shy. Was it really that bad?

No, no. It wasn't bad at all...It was good. Really good. I kind of really want to do it again.

Thought I was done with these injuries.

Avery.

Hi...

Thought I was done with these injuries.

C’mon over.

A-Adam?

Thought I was done with these injuries.

But apparently not.

...

H-Hi...

...

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Sorry! Did I scare you? I-I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?

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