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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Letting out a small yelp of surprise at being yanked and forced on his back he felt his face heat up again from ear to ear. Moaning out loudly feeling him push the toy back in deeply causing him to squirm some at first before he arched his back an hummed contently. One hand finding its way to the wet blonde hair as he leaned his head back and moaned his name. “A-Ahh yes~”

A small spot formed on his sweatpants, precum soaking through the grey fabric. He was painfully hard, running his hand down his thigh a bit. “Tell me what you need…” He sped up the pace a bit, still teasingly slow almost. He loved the look spread across his face, pure lust and enjoyment. The way his name fell from his lips was pure gold and never wanted this to end. The dull pain from his hair being pulled didn’t help with the throbbing in his pants either.

Eyes fluttering shut he parted his lips in a silent moan as he gripped at the sheets with his free hand. Tip leaking precum that dripped onto his lower stomach from the position of being raised off the bed by his thigh. Loving the attention and pleasure he got from the other. It felt so much better to have Bradley doing whatever he pleased to him. “I need you- I need you so bad,” He whimpered and begged softly as his eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze.

Bradley didn’t want to push any unknown boundaries, waiting to be told straight up that it was ok. “Tell me how… Needing me is so vague.” Rarely did he ever feel this brave in a situation like this, deciding to push it a bit and try to pull some more from Oliver. He moved the toy even quicker than before, not quite getting it as deep.

Oliver scrunched his nose some as he decided there wasnt any shame at this point, he’d said worse than this. That and him not going as deep but the quickened pace made him squirm in his grim “I need you in me… please fuck me. Fill me Bradley.” He begged in a needy tone his head leaned back.

Finally having the green light he needed, he pulled the toy out of him and left it sitting forgotten on the bed beside them. Pushing the hem of his pants and boxers down, he decided that Oliver was plenty lubed up with the tube he used for the toy. Plus how wet his hand was from touching the lube soaked thing. He gave himself a few strokes before carefully pushing in.

Oliver had never been good at things like helping with ptsd, or anything beyond what happened to himself. In all honesty he tried his best even if he couldn’t do too much. He reached out gently taking Bradleys hands after Stan had put his shirt over him. Pulling his eyes away from glancing at Stan he offered a soft smile as he gently held the blondes hands.

“Look its okay- nothing happened and when we get home… you can have a nice shower or bath. I can make coffee and we can bake then watch some stuff. Like Buzzfeed Unsolved- would you like that?”

Nodding, all he could think about was going home. Suddenly he remembered his meds, probably forgotten by the nurses and doctors. “Have I taken my meds? I need them… I don’t feel like I’ve taken them…” It would explain most of the weirdness he felt as well as the panic that didn’t seem to ever subside.

“I want to be in my own clothes… I want my hoodie…” The shirt helped for sure, but he felt exposed and bare without jeans and a thick hoodie to cover his arms. The scratching resumed once more as a new wave of panic hit him. It felt like it would never end.

“No- we can get the nurses to get it for you. Can you tell them what meds they were? They’ll bring your clothes soon.” He reassured and caught Bradleys hands to keep him from scratching he looked to the nurse in the room.

Hoping his mom would bring him a change of clothes when she got back here since he was wishing to get dressed himself if he was honest. Boxers, hospital gown, and a hoodie wasn’t exactly doing it for him.

#tw drugged #tw hospitals #tw rape mention #tw stitches

She looked over and looked at the list of prescriptions. "Is it all of the current prescriptions you have listed?" He nodded and she walked out, going to get him what he needed for right now until he was able to go home and get everything he needed. Bradley wanted so badly to pull his hands away and continue but Stan pulled his sleeves back down to keep him from doing it either way. He had no chance in a fight against Stan.

She came back in with the pills, "Here. I got you an apple juice too to take them with." It was a small carton, unlike the bottle from before but she at least knew he was willing to drink it. He wasn't allowed to have coffee for a few days either way. Once he took the 7 individual pills, he chased them with the juice and relaxed against Stan's side.

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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Letting out a small yelp of surprise at being yanked and forced on his back he felt his face heat up again from ear to ear. Moaning out loudly feeling him push the toy back in deeply causing him to squirm some at first before he arched his back an hummed contently. One hand finding its way to the wet blonde hair as he leaned his head back and moaned his name. “A-Ahh yes~”

A small spot formed on his sweatpants, precum soaking through the grey fabric. He was painfully hard, running his hand down his thigh a bit. “Tell me what you need…” He sped up the pace a bit, still teasingly slow almost. He loved the look spread across his face, pure lust and enjoyment. The way his name fell from his lips was pure gold and never wanted this to end. The dull pain from his hair being pulled didn’t help with the throbbing in his pants either.

Eyes fluttering shut he parted his lips in a silent moan as he gripped at the sheets with his free hand. Tip leaking precum that dripped onto his lower stomach from the position of being raised off the bed by his thigh. Loving the attention and pleasure he got from the other. It felt so much better to have Bradley doing whatever he pleased to him. “I need you- I need you so bad,” He whimpered and begged softly as his eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze.

Bradley didn't want to push any unknown boundaries, waiting to be told straight up that it was ok. "Tell me how... Needing me is so vague." Rarely did he ever feel this brave in a situation like this, deciding to push it a bit and try to pull some more from Oliver. He moved the toy even quicker than before, not quite getting it as deep.

Oliver had never been good at things like helping with ptsd, or anything beyond what happened to himself. In all honesty he tried his best even if he couldn’t do too much. He reached out gently taking Bradleys hands after Stan had put his shirt over him. Pulling his eyes away from glancing at Stan he offered a soft smile as he gently held the blondes hands.

“Look its okay- nothing happened and when we get home… you can have a nice shower or bath. I can make coffee and we can bake then watch some stuff. Like Buzzfeed Unsolved- would you like that?”

#tw ptsd #tw drugged #tw hospitals #tw stitches #tw rape mention

Nodding, all he could think about was going home. Suddenly he remembered his meds, probably forgotten by the nurses and doctors. "Have I taken my meds? I need them... I don't feel like I've taken them..." It would explain most of the weirdness he felt as well as the panic that didn't seem to ever subside.

"I want to be in my own clothes... I want my hoodie..." The shirt helped for sure, but he felt exposed and bare without jeans and a thick hoodie to cover his arms. The scratching resumed once more as a new wave of panic hit him. It felt like it would never end.

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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Letting out a small yelp of surprise at being yanked and forced on his back he felt his face heat up again from ear to ear. Moaning out loudly feeling him push the toy back in deeply causing him to squirm some at first before he arched his back an hummed contently. One hand finding its way to the wet blonde hair as he leaned his head back and moaned his name. “A-Ahh yes~”

A small spot formed on his sweatpants, precum soaking through the grey fabric. He was painfully hard, running his hand down his thigh a bit. "Tell me what you need..." He sped up the pace a bit, still teasingly slow almost. He loved the look spread across his face, pure lust and enjoyment. The way his name fell from his lips was pure gold and never wanted this to end. The dull pain from his hair being pulled didn't help with the throbbing in his pants either.

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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Bradley’s face grew just as red, staring at the sight laid out before him. “Oh my…” Was all he managed to say. He had just finished his shower, wondering if there was a spot he should put his wet towel and dirty clothes. Wanting so badly to go be with him, finish him off without the toy.

Knowing that was a very bad idea, especially with his mom still in town just at the pharmacy picking up their prescriptions, he remained in the door way. “I’m sorry… I should have knocked…”

Feeling his gaze on him he felt his heart began to hammer in his chest as he gave up trying to explain himself. He forgot to lock the door- but honestly he was staring some himself. He shifted his legs closed some even though it was to late to hide much.

“It’s- its fine.” Gaze shifting to his alarm clock he hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “D-Do you want to help? We could lock the door.” Hoping desperately not to make things more awkward but at the same time he couldn’t deny he wanted touched by him.

The loose sweatpants showed off way more than he could have every wanted, the hoodie didn’t cover much. His hair was dripping wet, leaving wet marks on his hoodie. “Oh… Um… Sure.” He dropped the clothes into a pile on the floor and shut the door, locking it.

Looking back at Oliver, he took a few steps closer before climbing on the bed. “What… Uh… What do you want me to do?” There was so much he could do, deciding being told would be much easier than having to guess as to what Oliver wanted.

Olivers breath caught in his throat as he watched the other make his way over to join him. Tip dripping some precum as his length twitched in excitement he spread his legs again. “Anything- I just really want you to touch me.” He murmured, his hand finding its way between his legs again he arched his back and moaned out softly as he slipped the toy from himself.

Bradley grabbed the you once more, forcing him flat on his back. He pushed the toy back in deeply, much slower than before. Leaving a trail of kisses down his neck as he slowly fucked him with the toy. With his free hand he grabbed his thigh right behind his knee and lifted him sightly so his back was off the bed. "Does it feel good?"

Lightly squeezing his hand he tried to stay out of the nurses way as he just watched and listened. His free hand lightly grabbing at his own side as he just took things in before glancing at Stan for a moment.

Thumb rubbing circles on the back of Bradleys hand as he thought for a moment. “Is… is he going to be alright?”

The nurse nodded, “It’s a sign that the drugs are finally filtering out of his system. He should be able to go home soon at this rate. That rest did him well.” She wrote down some notes in his chart.

Perking up, Bradley tried to sit up again before Stan pit his hand on his shoulder and gave him the disapproving mom look he pulled off so well. “Drugs? What do you mean drugs? I know I would never take anything.” Every thought rushed through his head.

Turning his attention to Bradley he felt a lot of weight off his shoulders knowing that he was doing better after rest. He frowned some at realizing this came to the part where he had to explain what happened.

“Bradley… you were drugged. Some guy slipped something into you drink, a few things, and I caught him trying to lead you away.” He felt like his throat was tightening as he spoke he squeezed his hand and continued. “I stopped him and he stabbed me before fleeing the party.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, looking over Oliver and noticing that he was also in a hospital gown. Stan brushed the loose curls from his face, his hair a mess after everything that had happened. “It’s all my fault… You got hurt because I couldn’t pay attention to my own drink.” A sob slipped from his lips, more worried about Oliver than himself.

Panic rippled through his body, the thought of being drugged and abused again causing a ptsd attack to start hitting him hard. Stan quickly helped life him into a sitting position, resting against his body. “Shh… Bradley everything is ok now. You and Oliver are both safe and healthy.”

Fiddling with the edge of Stans hoodie he wore over the hospital gown he furrowed his brows and he moved forward running his fingers through the blonde hair. Smiling at him he then used the hand to wipe away his tears carefully.

“I shouldn’t of left you alone- it’ll never happen again. I don’t regret what I did… he definitely left looking worse then me.” He said as he squeezed his hand some. “Nothing will ever happen to you with me around… my mom is setting you up a room. You can stay with us as long as you want.”

#tw hospitals #tw rape mention #tw stitches #tw drugging #tw ptsd

Feeling much safer than usual, the ptsd attack didn't get much worse than scratching his arms and hyperventilating. Stan tried to redirect his scratching to something less harmful, slowly getting him to tap his arms instead. Stan had witnessed more than a few ptsd attacks and knew a little about helping them.

"And nothing happened. He didn't get farther than the stairs thanks to Oliver. They got him in custody... Nobody else will ever be hurt by him..." Noticing how Bradley quickly went back to scratching, he pulled off his shirt as well, leaving him in a simple wife beater. Luckily his shirt was long sleeved to cover Bradley's arms, slipping it over his head and onto his body carefully. He was much skinnier than Stan, leaving the shirt baggy around his frail body.

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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Bradley’s face grew just as red, staring at the sight laid out before him. “Oh my…” Was all he managed to say. He had just finished his shower, wondering if there was a spot he should put his wet towel and dirty clothes. Wanting so badly to go be with him, finish him off without the toy.

Knowing that was a very bad idea, especially with his mom still in town just at the pharmacy picking up their prescriptions, he remained in the door way. “I’m sorry… I should have knocked…”

Feeling his gaze on him he felt his heart began to hammer in his chest as he gave up trying to explain himself. He forgot to lock the door- but honestly he was staring some himself. He shifted his legs closed some even though it was to late to hide much.

“It’s- its fine.” Gaze shifting to his alarm clock he hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “D-Do you want to help? We could lock the door.” Hoping desperately not to make things more awkward but at the same time he couldn’t deny he wanted touched by him.

The loose sweatpants showed off way more than he could have every wanted, the hoodie didn't cover much. His hair was dripping wet, leaving wet marks on his hoodie. "Oh... Um... Sure." He dropped the clothes into a pile on the floor and shut the door, locking it.

Looking back at Oliver, he took a few steps closer before climbing on the bed. "What... Uh... What do you want me to do?" There was so much he could do, deciding being told would be much easier than having to guess as to what Oliver wanted.

Lightly squeezing his hand he tried to stay out of the nurses way as he just watched and listened. His free hand lightly grabbing at his own side as he just took things in before glancing at Stan for a moment.

Thumb rubbing circles on the back of Bradleys hand as he thought for a moment. “Is… is he going to be alright?”

The nurse nodded, “It’s a sign that the drugs are finally filtering out of his system. He should be able to go home soon at this rate. That rest did him well.” She wrote down some notes in his chart.

Perking up, Bradley tried to sit up again before Stan pit his hand on his shoulder and gave him the disapproving mom look he pulled off so well. “Drugs? What do you mean drugs? I know I would never take anything.” Every thought rushed through his head.

Turning his attention to Bradley he felt a lot of weight off his shoulders knowing that he was doing better after rest. He frowned some at realizing this came to the part where he had to explain what happened.

“Bradley… you were drugged. Some guy slipped something into you drink, a few things, and I caught him trying to lead you away.” He felt like his throat was tightening as he spoke he squeezed his hand and continued. “I stopped him and he stabbed me before fleeing the party.”

#tw drugged #tw stitches #tw hospitals #tw rape mention #tw ptsd

Tears welled up in his eyes, looking over Oliver and noticing that he was also in a hospital gown. Stan brushed the loose curls from his face, his hair a mess after everything that had happened. "It's all my fault... You got hurt because I couldn't pay attention to my own drink." A sob slipped from his lips, more worried about Oliver than himself.

Panic rippled through his body, the thought of being drugged and abused again causing a ptsd attack to start hitting him hard. Stan quickly helped life him into a sitting position, resting against his body. "Shh... Bradley everything is ok now. You and Oliver are both safe and healthy."

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Leaning his head back, a soft thump as his head met the wall behind him on the bed. His legs spread as his gaze was between his legs as he stroked his shaft, his other hand working the dildo between his legs. Trying to keep himself quiet since he technically didnt leave alone anymore. He panted softly before tensing as the door opened and his freckled face heated up.

Red from ear to ear at seeing Bradley enter the room he wasn’t even sure if he should cover himself. Raising his hands he parted his lips stumbling over words. The toy being to the base inside him since he was on full view for him.

Bradley's face grew just as red, staring at the sight laid out before him. "Oh my..." Was all he managed to say. He had just finished his shower, wondering if there was a spot he should put his wet towel and dirty clothes. Wanting so badly to go be with him, finish him off without the toy.

Knowing that was a very bad idea, especially with his mom still in town just at the pharmacy picking up their prescriptions, he remained in the door way. "I'm sorry... I should have knocked..."

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Lightly squeezing his hand he tried to stay out of the nurses way as he just watched and listened. His free hand lightly grabbing at his own side as he just took things in before glancing at Stan for a moment.

Thumb rubbing circles on the back of Bradleys hand as he thought for a moment. “Is… is he going to be alright?”