Notes: Sorry, here is the birthday fic. I am posting it a month late. My brain has been weird lately.
Lawrence was resting in post-coital bliss when Hoffman cleared his throat and asked the question.
“What are you doing for Adam’s birthday?” He asked cautiously.
Lawrence hummed in question.
“I want to help. I’d like to be there if you think he’ll allow it.”
Lawrence sat up on his elbows. “What are you talking about?”
Hoffman arched an eyebrow. “Adam’s birthday? You do know that’s tomorrow right?”
Lawrence was surprised. “What? No. How do you know that?”
“You don’t know when your own boyfriend’s birthday is?” Hoffman was shocked.
“He never mentioned it.”
“And you never asked?”
Lawrence shrugged. “I don’t press him for any personal information.”
Hoffman frowned judgmentally. Usually he wrote off Lawrence’s reluctance to press Adam on anything personal or sensitive as a misguided attempt at making the younger man feel comfortable. However, Hoffman often wondered if Lawrence’s reluctance stemmed not from care, but from laziness. It was simply less effort not to push Adam to be vulnerable. The less he knew about Adam, the less he would be expected to attend to the boy’s needs. It made him question how much the doctor actually cared about the younger man versus how much he just used him for companionship. Lawrence could sense his judgment and rolled his eyes.
“And how do you know when his birthday is?” He pressed.
“He has a record.” Hoffman shrugged.
This interested Lawrence more. “Adam has a criminal record?”
Hoffman nodded. “Nothing serious. Public intoxication; possession of an illicit substance, just marijuana; a couple bar fights; trespassing; a handful of speeding tickets. It’s a short rap sheet but it does include his date of birth.”
“So you know his birthday because you were stalking him?”
“I wasn’t stalking him.” Hoffman huffed.
The truth was, Hoffman made a close study of Adam. His interest in the young man bordered on obsession. He would argue that he had to use whatever means possible to learn more about Adam because he refused to open up to him. He made notes of Adam’s comings and goings, his apparent moods, any expression of his likes or dislikes, and he wasn’t above using his influence and resources as a detective to find things out. He did this because he cared about Adam, it wasn’t for nefarious purposes, he assured himself. Adam frequently hid behind Lawrence, who refused to press him to reveal anything, when Hoffman expressed any concern or interest in him. Lawrence of course enabled this behavior, but Hoffman felt confident that he could prove to Adam how much he cared for him if Adam would only open up to him a little. He collected information in preparation for that day.
“I’m not sure he would see it that way.” Lawrence countered.
Hoffman sighed. “Look. His birthday is tomorrow. We should do something for him.”
Lawrence settled back onto the bed. “Maybe he doesn’t want to celebrate his birthday.” He said into the pillows.
There was that laziness that irritated Hoffman so much. He clenched his jaw.
“Does he not want to celebrate his or birthday or do you not want to?”
Lawrence looked up again. “What are you insinuating?” He hissed.
“I think it would be nice if we did something for his birthday.”
Lawrence sat up again. “Maybe he doesn’t want that Hoffman. Especially since he’s never shared his birthday with us.”
“You never even asked, Lawrence!”
“If he wanted me to know, he would’ve told me!”
“It’s been 3 years! And you never, never got curious about when your boyfriend’s birthday was? Are you serious?”
Lawrence’s face reddened with anger. “You always think you know what’s best for him. If he wanted to share it with me, he would’ve.”
“No, he wouldn’t. He doesn’t share anything with you Lawrence. You don’t talk about anything deeper than the weather.”
Lawrence shook his head. “We have a special connection that you wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re not a fucking mind reader Lawrence!”
“And you’re a stalker! Did you ever think that maybe he doesn’t like you because you can’t leave well enough alone?”
Hoffman rolled onto his side and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think it’s too much to do something small for his birthday. He might even like it.”
“And he might be horrified, you have no idea.” Lawrence countered.
Hoffman shook his head and stood. “Neither of us do.” He began pulling on his clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.”
Lawrence sighed heavily. “Come on Mark, I don’t want to fight about this. Come back to bed.”
“I’m all set. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hoffman finished dressing and leaned down to kiss Lawrence on the forehead.
“Mark, don’t be like this.”
“I have to be up early. Goodnight.”
Hoffman thought he heard Lawrence call after him once more as he made his way down the stairs but he ignored it. Lawrence would get over it, but he remained angry about the doctor’s lack of interest in their mutual boyfriend.
…
Hoffman woke up the next morning with a plan. He texted Adam right away.
MH: Where are you?
It was a while a before Adam responded which gave Hoffman plenty of time to prepare for the rest of the day. It was almost noon when he received a text back.
AS: Y? Wt do u want?
MH: I have breakfast for you. From Record Bean.
AS: my apartment
MH: On my way.
Mark was pleased that his bribe with food had worked. He knew what Adam’s favorite order was. Adam worked at the Record Bean a couple of days a week, one of two jobs he juggled between his work as an apprentice. Hoffman had observed him at the coffee shop before and had taken notice to his usual order at the end of his shift: a bell pepper omelette with a side of sourdough toast. Hoffman had also grabbed coffee, straight black, and a few other confectionery items while he was there. The omelette was still hot in it’s cardboard box when he knocked on Adam’s door. Adam opened the door a crack and peered at him suspiciously. When he noted the Record Bean take out box he opened the door all the way and welcomed Hoffman inside, taking the box off his hands. Hoffman followed him into the dimly lit apartment and sat next to him at the folding card table that he used as a kitchen table.
“So what’s the occasion?” Adam asked between bites.
“Do I need an occasion to bring you food?” Hoffman smiled.
“Record Bean is all the way across town. You would’ve had to make a special trip. So…what’s the occasion?”
Hoffman hesitated. What if Lawrence was right? What if Adam really didn’t want them knowing that it was his birthday? He didn’t want to ruin this before it began.
“I was over on that side of town for a work situation.”
Adam nodded slowly, his skeptical eyes assessing Hoffman very carefully. “Secret detective stuff?”
“Something like that.”
Adam nodded and continued housing down his food. Mark was pleased that the young man let it go without more questioning and just let himself enjoy the food. He was struggling with how to transition to the next part of his plan without tipping Adam off when Lawrence texted him.
LG: I’m sorry. You were right. We should do something for Adam’s birthday.
Perfect timing.
MH: I’m w him now. Can I bring him to your place?
Lawrence texted back immediately.
LG: How soon can you get here?
MH: I’ll let you know when we leave.
“Who are you texting?” Adam interrupted. “Lawrence?”
Adam had done some observing of his own. He seemed to know that only a few people could draw Hoffman’s attention off of him, and Lawrence was one of those people.
“He’s working on some papers today. He wondered if you would come by.”
Adam rolled his eyes. This was something Lawrence did sometimes when he was working, he would have Adam come by and keep him company. Usually this happened when Lawrence was working from home, but Hoffman had seen Adam lounging in Lawrence’s office when he was there late at night at least once. Hoffman assumed it was a way for Lawrence to break up the silence of his home. When Alison and Diana lived with him there would always be a background of domestic noise to keep him company while he worked, maybe Adam was a comforting source of noise while he chipped away at his professional duties. This wasn’t Adam’s favorite thing. He found it extremely boring and had told Hoffman as such. He never denied Lawrence, he responded to the doctor’s every beck and call, but he wasn’t always completely obedient either. Sometimes he tried to distract Lawrence away from his work, with mixed results. Hoffman could tell Adam wasn’t thrilled about this idea right now.
“I’ll drive you.” Hoffman offered, as if to sweeten the deal.
“Okay.” Adam accepted immediately, surprising Hoffman. “I need to get some stuff together, then I’ll be ready to go.”
Hoffman waited while Adam got his stuff together. He raised an eyebrow when Adam appeared with a large duffel bag.
“What’s all this?” He asked.
“Laundry. If I do it at Lar’s then I don’t have to pay for it, and since you’re driving I don’t have to lug this through the city.” Adam grinned.
“Right.” Hoffman followed Adam out and down towards his car. “You know, you could always come do laundry at my place, I’m closer than Lawrence.”
“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you, Hoff.”
Hoffman winced. Adam had adopted this pet name for him, Hoff, which irritated him. He was sure Adam knew that and was trying to get a reaction out of him every time he used it, but Hoffman couldn’t help but wince at the name.
“You’re never an inconvenience, Adam.” Hoffman’s voice was soft. He hated weaponizing sincerity against Adam but it did silence the young man and therefore kept him from using that terrible fucking nickname again.
The ride to Lawrence’s home was uneventful. Adam adjusted the radio in Hoffman’s car until he found some music that suited him, rolled the windows down to enjoy the warm breeze, then relaxed against the back of the passenger seat. Hoffman smiled, Adam seemed somewhat relaxed at least, this was good. The young man seemed to be warming up to him even though they were loathe to admit it. Since this whole arrangement had first begun he had considerably softened to Hoffman’s advances, and maybe Lawrence had spoken with him a few times, but Hoffman liked to think that Adam was just coming around to trusting him. He desperately wanted to believe that Adam was finally coming around to trusting him.
When they arrived, Adam didn’t slow down to say hi to Lawrence before heading to the basement to start his laundry. Hoffman pulled Lawrence into the kitchen while Adam was gone.
“He doesn’t know.” Hoffman whispered.
“What?”
“He doesn’t know that we know.” Hoffman was nervous.
“What do you mean? I thought that you were at his place this morning.”
“I was, but I was thinking about what you said and I wasn’t sure what to do.”
“Oh.” Lawrence frowned. It seemed he didn’t know what to do either.
Adam emerged from the basement. “What are you two talking about?”
It was obvious to Hoffman that Adam was already getting suspicious. He should’ve coordinated with Lawrence on this sooner.
“Adam…” Lawrence began in a somewhat guilty tone.
Adam visibly stiffened. Hoffman frowned, Lawrence was ruining everything, and he was making Adam nervous. He had to take control of the situation now. He drew his firearm and pressed the barrel against Adam’s temple. Lawrence recoiled in shock.
“Mark.” Lawrence hissed.
Hoffman ignored him, he kept his eyes on Adam. Adam was watching Hoffman from the corner of his eye. His pupils were wide, he might be afraid. If the tightness in the crotch of his pants was any indicator, he might be aroused too.
“Get on your knees.” Hoffman said firmly.
“What’s all this?” Adam asked quietly as he slowly lowered himself onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” Lawrence snapped, he stepped forward to defend Adam. This was something that Hoffman and Lawrence had fought about frequently. Lawrence never let Hoffman dominate Adam, he claimed it was because Adam didn’t trust him and that Adam would withdraw from both of them if Hoffman violated his trust. Hoffman suspected that it was really because Lawrence didn’t want to admit that the “special” power he held over the younger man really wasn’t so special at all. If Hoffman ever tried to reprimand or punish Adam he would hide behind Lawrence and continue his brat-like behavior.
“He’s fine.” Hoffman said calmly as the end of his weapon followed Adam slowly to the floor. “He’s just fine.”
Hoffman used the end of the barrel to stroke down the side of Adam’s face and along his jaw. Adam tilted his head to press his tongue along the bottom of barrel. He ran his tongue firmly along its cold metal, he kept his eyes on Hoffman. After circling the end of the barrel with his tongue he took the weapon deep into his mouth.
“Fuck.” Lawrence sighed.
Hoffman smiled. This was exactly what he wanted, Adam seemed to be enjoying himself and now Lawrence would finally see that Adam could take it. He didn’t need to be protected. Hoffman tapped him on the side of his head with the butt of the gun, not enough to seriously harm him, but enough to sting and possibly disorient him.
“Ow.” Adam hissed. From the corner of his eye Hoffman saw Lawrence lurch forward but when Adam showed no further signs of distress he settled back slightly, still tense but not rushing to stop Hoffman.
“On the ground. Put your hands behind your back.”
Adam sat back, a thick line of drool still clung against his chin. He chewed his lip before lowering himself so he laid prone on the floor. He brought his wrists behind his back and did not resist when Hoffman handcuffed him.
“That’s good. Good boy.” Hoffman purred. He holstered his weapon and grasped Adam by the hair. He pulled Adam up by the hair back into a kneeling position and knelt down behind him. Hoffman began opening Adam’s pants.
“You don’t have anything on you that I should be worried about, do you Mr. Stanheight?” He asked.
Adam huffed a laugh and shook his head. “No, officer, I’m on the straight.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Hoffman said into his neck.
Adam sighed and leaned back against Hoffman’s chest, this action alone was enough to make the detective melt. He slid his hand under the waistband of Adam’s boxers and palmed his cock. Adam moaned softly and rolled his hips up into the contact, tilting his head slightly so his mouth was against Hoffman’s ear.
“Mmmm…more.” He sighed.
“Fuck.” Hoffman hissed, realizing the completeness of his own erection.
He grasped Adam’s cock firmly and began slowly stroking him. Adam whimpered against his ear, testing his resolve to continue with the bit. Hoffman didn’t budge, he continued his slow, deliberate stroking while Adam shivered and moaned in his lap. Lawrence watched intently, his breathing becoming heavier as he observed. Hoffman abruptly tugged at Adam’s cock making him yelp and arc his back.
“Please.” Adam whispered.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Hoffman cooed.
He angled Adam’s cock down, increasing the tension along its length and twisted his hand so his palm smoothed over the head of Adam’s cock with every stroke. Adam whined, his back arched up, pressing his hips into Hoffman’s waiting hands. His head fell back against Hoffman’s shoulder. Hoffman could feel every breathy whimper and shudder against the side of his neck. Adam came quickly and melted against Hoffman’s chest as he did, the detective kissed his temple as he panted. Lawrence shifted his weight awkwardly.
“Grab one of the stools from the kitchen.” Hoffman said to Lawrence.
Lawrence frowned for a moment, he didn’t like being bossed around, but Adam seemed to be enjoying himself, so he wasn’t going to fight with Hoffman now and ruin Adam’s fun. He soon returned from the kitchen with the stool. Hoffman hoisted Adam up to his feet and pulled him over to the stool.
“Something wrong officer?” Adam laughed.
“Sorry, Mr. Stanheight, but I’m afraid we’ll have to perform a cavity search. Fortunately, we have the good doctor here to help us out.”
Adam groaned as Hoffman bent him over the stool. Lawrence held him down while Hoffman pulled his pants and boxers around his ankles. They used their belts to strap Adam’s knees to the outside of the stool legs.
“Doctor, will you do the honors?” Hoffman smiled.
“Give me a moment.” Lawrence stepped out of the room, leaving Adam bare and vulnerable with Hoffman.
Hoffman knelt in front of Adam and lifted his chin.
“Having fun?”
“Is this what you two had planned this whole time?” Adam hissed, he writhed against his restraints.
“Not exactly. But we needed to do something special for the birthday boy.” Hoffman cooed.
Adam stilled and for a moment Hoffman worried that he had ruined everything. Then Adam laughed, a full hearted laugh.
“Are you serious?” He asked. “You’re doing this for my birthday?”
“Do you like it?”
Adam looked up into Hoffman’s eyes and chewed his lip.
“You’re not usually in charge like this. You’re rougher than Lawrence.”
Hoffman pulled Adam’s head up by his hair.
“Get used to it, birthday boy.”
Lawrence emerged from the other room with a box of nitrile gloves and medical grade lubricant. Hoffman released Adam’s hair, letting his shoulders sink back towards the floor. Lawrence wasted no time in settling behind Adam, and pressing two fingers into Adam’s ass. Adam’s fingers flexed in the handcuffs as he moaned. Lawrence sank his fingers in up to his last knuckles. His eagerness surprised Hoffman, who assumed that Lawrence would’ve spent more time babying their willing captive. When his fingertips found Adam’s prostate he began messaging it firmly in a slow, come-hither motion. Adam’s head lolled to the side. He made a sound like a dying animal.
“That good?” Hoffman purred into his ear.
Adam could only pant helplessly as Lawrence continued his calculated ministrations.
“I’ve always wanted to see if I could get him to cum from only this.” Lawrence mused.
Adam made a sound of protest, and Lawrence thrust his fingers in hard against his prostate in response, making him cry out.
“Be good.” Lawrence scolded.
Adam writhed in his position restrained against the stool.
“Please…please…fuck…fuck…god…fuck…please…” He murmured. His face was twisted in an expression torn somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
“His chanting is distracting.” Lawrence said to Hoffman.
“No problem. I can keep his mouth busy.”
Hoffman fished his cock out of his pants then pulled Adam’s head up by their hair again. He was already painfully hard and eagerly thrust into Adam’s mouth. Adam gagged immediately but Lawrence drew a long moan from him with his firm insistent strokes. He made a high pitch whine as Hoffman settled into him. Hoffman sighed at the feeling of Adam’s nose in his pubic hair and his chin against his balls. He rocked in and out of Adam’s mouth in slow timing with Lawrence’s finger strokes. Lawrence was a master of edging. Whenever he felt Adam clench around him a little he slowed even a little bit more. While his strokes became slower he increased their pressure, when they were quicker they were lighter, a taunting combination that was never quite enough sensation to bring Adam over the edge. The younger man’s legs were shaking. It was good that he was strapped to the stool because this was almost certainly more than he could take. He moaned and squealed and gagged against Hoffman’s cock, drool poured from the corners of his mouth, dripping down in long strands to the floor. Hoffman didn’t have the same kind of restraint that Lawrence did so when he got close, he gripped Adam’s hair tightly in his hands and fucked his cock into the back of Adam’s tightening throat. He came, legs shaking, into Adam’s mouth. Drool and cum dripped off Adam’s lips and onto the carpet.
He grinned and knelt to kiss the man. Lawrence’s patience was apparently running thin as well because his fingers began a vicious campaign against Adam’s prostate. Adam’s body seized and he came hard around Lawrence’s fingers, crying out. He panted as Lawrence removed his fingers, his whole body was shaking. Adam hardly had time to catch his breath before Lawrence pressed his cock into his core. Adam cried out, giving up on trying to control his trembling body. Hoffman grinned mischievously and reached under him to stroke his cock.
“Wait! Wait!” Adam whined. “Don’t!” He pleaded. “I…I can’t!”
“Oh yes you can.” Hoffman insisted.
Adam was helpless. No amount of pleading or begging dissuaded Lawrence and Hoffman from their new goal of getting him to cum for a third time, no matter how painful. He writhed against his restraints but that only seemed to encourage them. He screamed but they only cooed at him. Finally, he came again, bucking hard against the wooden stool. Lawrence gasped and fucked him hard, coming quickly behind him.
“God. Fuck.” Lawrence sighed.
Adam was drenched in sweat, with cum or drool slipping from his mouth, cock, and ass. Hoffman carefully undid his restraints and lifted him into his arms. Adam let himself go limp in Hoffman’s hold and didn’t resist when the detective slid him into the shower and scrubbed him down. When the three had finished getting clean Hoffman presented Adam with another gift - a large red velvet cupcake from one of the local bakeries that Adam had been eying. Adam had a sweet tooth and Hoffman was more than willing to indulge it.
“Mmm…” He licked the frosting off his fingertips. “This is incredible.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Hoffman said.
“I have something for you too.” Lawrence announced as he carried a small box out of the closet.
Adam took the box eagerly and opened it. He apparently liked gifts too, Hoffman made a mental note of this.
“Oh. Wow. Lawrence you didn’t have to do this.” Adam looked a little guilty.
“You’re turning 30 right? It’s a big deal.” Lawrence smiled. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I love it.” Adam pulled the wide angle camera lens out of the box. A lens like that would be nearly useless for his purposes as an apprentice, this was just for him.
“Thank you.” Adam said quietly. “Both of you. This has been great.”
“You’ll stay the night?” Lawrence asked, pushing back Adam’s thick curls.
Adam turned to Hoffman. “You’ll stay won’t you?” He seemed almost…worried.
“If you want me to.” Hoffman answered.
Adam only nodded.
“Then yes, I’ll stay.”
A ghost of a smile twitched on Adam’s lips as he nodded.
“Great! It’s settled.” Lawrence announced. “You too make yourselves comfortable. I do actually have some work I need to get done.”
After Lawrence had closed himself in his office Hoffman made himself comfortable on the couch. It wasn’t long after that that Adam came and laid across Hoffman’s body, resting his head on Hoffman’s chest and letting his lower body rest between his legs. Adam didn't say anything so neither did Hoffman. This was the first time Adam had willingly initiated intimate physical contact with him and he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He tried not to think about the fact that abuse seemed to be the key to Adam’s affections. After a few moments of stillness Hoffman brought his hand up and gently stroked Adam’s hair down until they were dead asleep.
