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.
âWhat are you doing for Adamâs birthday?â He asked cautiously.
Lawrence hummed in question.
âI want to help. Iâd like to be there if you think heâll allow it.â
Lawrence sat up on his elbows. âWhat are you talking about?â
Hoffman arched an eyebrow. âAdamâs birthday? You do know thatâs tomorrow right?â
Lawrence was surprised. âWhat? No. How do you know that?â
âYou donât know when your own boyfriendâs birthday is?â Hoffman was shocked.
âHe never mentioned it.â
âAnd you never asked?â
Lawrence shrugged. âI donât press him for any personal information.â
Hoffman frowned judgmentally. Usually he wrote off Lawrenceâs 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 Lawrenceâs 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 boyâs 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.
âAnd how do you know when his birthday is?â He pressed.
âHe has a record.â Hoffman shrugged.
This interested Lawrence more. âAdam has a criminal record?â
Hoffman nodded. âNothing serious. Public intoxication; possession of an illicit substance, just marijuana; a couple bar fights; trespassing; a handful of speeding tickets. Itâs a short rap sheet but it does include his date of birth.â
âSo you know his birthday because you were stalking him?â
âI wasnât stalking him.â 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 Adamâs comings and goings, his apparent moods, any expression of his likes or dislikes, and he wasnât above using his influence and resources as a detective to find things out. He did this because he cared about Adam, it wasnât 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.
âIâm not sure he would see it that way.â Lawrence countered.
Hoffman sighed. âLook. His birthday is tomorrow. We should do something for him.â
Lawrence settled back onto the bed. âMaybe he doesnât want to celebrate his birthday.â He said into the pillows.
There was that laziness that irritated Hoffman so much. He clenched his jaw.
âDoes he not want to celebrate his or birthday or do you not want to?â
Lawrence looked up again. âWhat are you insinuating?â He hissed.
âI think it would be nice if we did something for his birthday.â
Lawrence sat up again. âMaybe he doesnât want that Hoffman. Especially since heâs never shared his birthday with us.â
âYou never even asked, Lawrence!â
âIf he wanted me to know, he wouldâve told me!â
âItâs been 3 years! And you never, never got curious about when your boyfriendâs birthday was? Are you serious?â
Lawrenceâs face reddened with anger. âYou always think you know whatâs best for him. If he wanted to share it with me, he wouldâve.â
âNo, he wouldnât. He doesnât share anything with you Lawrence. You donât talk about anything deeper than the weather.â
Lawrence shook his head. âWe have a special connection that you wouldnât understand.â
âYouâre not a fucking mind reader Lawrence!â
âAnd youâre a stalker! Did you ever think that maybe he doesnât like you because you canât leave well enough alone?â
Hoffman rolled onto his side and sat up on the edge of the bed. âI donât think itâs too much to do something small for his birthday. He might even like it.â
âAnd he might be horrified, you have no idea.â Lawrence countered.
Hoffman shook his head and stood. âNeither of us do.â He began pulling on his clothes.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm leaving.â
Lawrence sighed heavily. âCome on Mark, I donât want to fight about this. Come back to bed.â
âIâm all set. Iâll see you tomorrow.â Hoffman finished dressing and leaned down to kiss Lawrence on the forehead.
âMark, donât be like this.â
âI have to be up early. Goodnight.â
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 doctorâs lack of interest in their mutual boyfriend.
âŠ
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 Adamâs 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 itâs cardboard box when he knocked on Adamâs 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.
âSo whatâs the occasion?â Adam asked between bites.
âDo I need an occasion to bring you food?â Hoffman smiled.
âRecord Bean is all the way across town. You wouldâve had to make a special trip. SoâŠwhatâs the occasion?â
Hoffman hesitated. What if Lawrence was right? What if Adam really didnât want them knowing that it was his birthday? He didnât want to ruin this before it began.
âI was over on that side of town for a work situation.â
Adam nodded slowly, his skeptical eyes assessing Hoffman very carefully. âSecret detective stuff?â
âSomething like that.â
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: Iâm sorry. You were right. We should do something for Adamâs birthday.
Perfect timing.
MH: Iâm w him now. Can I bring him to your place?
Lawrence texted back immediately.
LG: How soon can you get here?
MH: Iâll let you know when we leave.
âWho are you texting?â Adam interrupted. âLawrence?â
Adam had done some observing of his own. He seemed to know that only a few people could draw Hoffmanâs attention off of him, and Lawrence was one of those people.
âHeâs working on some papers today. He wondered if you would come by.â
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 Lawrenceâs 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 wasnât Adamâs favorite thing. He found it extremely boring and had told Hoffman as such. He never denied Lawrence, he responded to the doctorâs every beck and call, but he wasnât always completely obedient either. Sometimes he tried to distract Lawrence away from his work, with mixed results. Hoffman could tell Adam wasnât thrilled about this idea right now.
âIâll drive you.â Hoffman offered, as if to sweeten the deal.
âOkay.â Adam accepted immediately, surprising Hoffman. âI need to get some stuff together, then Iâll be ready to go.â
Hoffman waited while Adam got his stuff together. He raised an eyebrow when Adam appeared with a large duffel bag.
âWhatâs all this?â He asked.
âLaundry. If I do it at Larâs then I donât have to pay for it, and since youâre driving I donât have to lug this through the city.â Adam grinned.
âRight.â Hoffman followed Adam out and down towards his car. âYou know, you could always come do laundry at my place, Iâm closer than Lawrence.â
âI wouldnât want to inconvenience you, Hoff.â
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 couldnât help but wince at the name.
âYouâre never an inconvenience, Adam.â Hoffmanâs 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 Lawrenceâs home was uneventful. Adam adjusted the radio in Hoffmanâs 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 Hoffmanâs 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 didnât 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.
âHe doesnât know.â Hoffman whispered.
âWhat?â
âHe doesnât know that we know.â Hoffman was nervous.
âWhat do you mean? I thought that you were at his place this morning.â
âI was, but I was thinking about what you said and I wasnât sure what to do.â
âOh.â Lawrence frowned. It seemed he didnât know what to do either.
Adam emerged from the basement. âWhat are you two talking about?â
It was obvious to Hoffman that Adam was already getting suspicious. He shouldâve coordinated with Lawrence on this sooner.
âAdamâŠâ 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 Adamâs temple. Lawrence recoiled in shock.
âMark.â 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.
âGet on your knees.â Hoffman said firmly.
âWhatâs all this?â Adam asked quietly as he slowly lowered himself onto the floor.
âWhat are you doing?â 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 didnât trust him and that Adam would withdraw from both of them if Hoffman violated his trust. Hoffman suspected that it was really because Lawrence didnât want to admit that the âspecialâ power he held over the younger man really wasnât so special at all. If Hoffman ever tried to reprimand or punish Adam he would hide behind Lawrence and continue his brat-like behavior.
âHeâs fine.â Hoffman said calmly as the end of his weapon followed Adam slowly to the floor. âHeâs just fine.â
Hoffman used the end of the barrel to stroke down the side of Adamâs 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.
âFuck.â 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 didnât 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.
âOw.â 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.
âOn the ground. Put your hands behind your back.â
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.
âThatâs good. Good boy.â 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 Adamâs pants.
âYou donât have anything on you that I should be worried about, do you Mr. Stanheight?â He asked.
Adam huffed a laugh and shook his head. âNo, officer, Iâm on the straight.â
âIâll be the judge of that.â Hoffman said into his neck.
Adam sighed and leaned back against Hoffmanâs chest, this action alone was enough to make the detective melt. He slid his hand under the waistband of Adamâs 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 Hoffmanâs ear.
âMmmmâŠmore.â He sighed.
âFuck.â Hoffman hissed, realizing the completeness of his own erection.
He grasped Adamâs cock firmly and began slowly stroking him. Adam whimpered against his ear, testing his resolve to continue with the bit. Hoffman didnât 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 Adamâs cock making him yelp and arc his back.
âPlease.â Adam whispered.
âSince you asked so nicely.â Hoffman cooed.
He angled Adamâs cock down, increasing the tension along its length and twisted his hand so his palm smoothed over the head of Adamâs cock with every stroke. Adam whined, his back arched up, pressing his hips into Hoffmanâs waiting hands. His head fell back against Hoffmanâs shoulder. Hoffman could feel every breathy whimper and shudder against the side of his neck. Adam came quickly and melted against Hoffmanâs chest as he did, the detective kissed his temple as he panted. Lawrence shifted his weight awkwardly.
âGrab one of the stools from the kitchen.â Hoffman said to Lawrence.
Lawrence frowned for a moment, he didnât like being bossed around, but Adam seemed to be enjoying himself, so he wasnât going to fight with Hoffman now and ruin Adamâs fun. He soon returned from the kitchen with the stool. Hoffman hoisted Adam up to his feet and pulled him over to the stool.
âSomething wrong officer?â Adam laughed.
âSorry, Mr. Stanheight, but Iâm afraid weâll have to perform a cavity search. Fortunately, we have the good doctor here to help us out.â
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 Adamâs knees to the outside of the stool legs.
âDoctor, will you do the honors?â Hoffman smiled.
âGive me a moment.â Lawrence stepped out of the room, leaving Adam bare and vulnerable with Hoffman.
Hoffman knelt in front of Adam and lifted his chin.
âHaving fun?â
âIs this what you two had planned this whole time?â Adam hissed, he writhed against his restraints.
âNot exactly. But we needed to do something special for the birthday boy.â Hoffman cooed.
Adam stilled and for a moment Hoffman worried that he had ruined everything. Then Adam laughed, a full hearted laugh.
âAre you serious?â He asked. âYouâre doing this for my birthday?â
âDo you like it?â
Adam looked up into Hoffmanâs eyes and chewed his lip.
âYouâre not usually in charge like this. Youâre rougher than Lawrence.â
Hoffman pulled Adamâs head up by his hair.
âGet used to it, birthday boy.â
Lawrence emerged from the other room with a box of nitrile gloves and medical grade lubricant. Hoffman released Adamâs hair, letting his shoulders sink back towards the floor. Lawrence wasted no time in settling behind Adam, and pressing two fingers into Adamâs ass. Adamâs 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 wouldâve spent more time babying their willing captive. When his fingertips found Adamâs prostate he began messaging it firmly in a slow, come-hither motion. Adamâs head lolled to the side. He made a sound like a dying animal.
âThat good?â Hoffman purred into his ear.
Adam could only pant helplessly as Lawrence continued his calculated ministrations.
âIâve always wanted to see if I could get him to cum from only this.â Lawrence mused.
Adam made a sound of protest, and Lawrence thrust his fingers in hard against his prostate in response, making him cry out.
âBe good.â Lawrence scolded.
Adam writhed in his position restrained against the stool.
âPleaseâŠpleaseâŠfuckâŠfuckâŠgodâŠfuckâŠpleaseâŠâ He murmured. His face was twisted in an expression torn somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
âHis chanting is distracting.â Lawrence said to Hoffman.
âNo problem. I can keep his mouth busy.â
Hoffman fished his cock out of his pants then pulled Adamâs head up by their hair again. He was already painfully hard and eagerly thrust into Adamâs 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 Adamâs nose in his pubic hair and his chin against his balls. He rocked in and out of Adamâs mouth in slow timing with Lawrenceâs 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 manâs 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 Hoffmanâs cock, drool poured from the corners of his mouth, dripping down in long strands to the floor. Hoffman didnât have the same kind of restraint that Lawrence did so when he got close, he gripped Adamâs hair tightly in his hands and fucked his cock into the back of Adamâs tightening throat. He came, legs shaking, into Adamâs mouth. Drool and cum dripped off Adamâs lips and onto the carpet.
He grinned and knelt to kiss the man. Lawrenceâs patience was apparently running thin as well because his fingers began a vicious campaign against Adamâs prostate. Adamâs body seized and he came hard around Lawrenceâs 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.
âWait! Wait!â Adam whined. âDonât!â He pleaded. âIâŠI canât!â
âOh yes you can.â 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.
âGod. Fuck.â 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 Hoffmanâs hold and didnât 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.
âMmmâŠâ He licked the frosting off his fingertips. âThis is incredible.â
âIâm glad you like it.â Hoffman said.
âI have something for you too.â 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.
âOh. Wow. Lawrence you didnât have to do this.â Adam looked a little guilty.
âYouâre turning 30 right? Itâs a big deal.â Lawrence smiled. âDo you like it?â
âYeah, I love it.â 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.
âThank you.â Adam said quietly. âBoth of you. This has been great.â
âYouâll stay the night?â Lawrence asked, pushing back Adamâs thick curls.
Adam turned to Hoffman. âYouâll stay wonât you?â He seemed almostâŠworried.
âIf you want me to.â Hoffman answered.
Adam only nodded.
âThen yes, Iâll stay.â
A ghost of a smile twitched on Adamâs lips as he nodded.
âGreat! Itâs settled.â Lawrence announced. âYou too make yourselves comfortable. I do actually have some work I need to get done.â
After Lawrence had closed himself in his office Hoffman made himself comfortable on the couch. It wasnât long after that that Adam came and laid across Hoffmanâs body, resting his head on Hoffmanâs 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 didnât want to ruin the moment. He tried not to think about the fact that abuse seemed to be the key to Adamâs affections. After a few moments of stillness Hoffman brought his hand up and gently stroked Adamâs hair down until they were dead asleep.