English is a foreign language to me, so don't judge me severely. Btw, I'm too lazy even to write in my native language not to speak of English. But there's a hope for everyone that someday I'll do all the translations. Reviews do perform miracles, you know %)
..A plot? Lolwhat? 8) P.S. Adam is alive! x)))p
Timing: some time after the first "Saw".
Like two pieces.
Everything starts one ordinary day with an ordinary phone call.
-Please, - Adam asks hoarsely and Lawrence exhales convulsively not knowing whether to move closer or to start back from these parted lips, eyes with pupils extended to the size of the iris, from fingers quivering as if Adam were a drug-addict. Maybe he is? They've been talking in Gordon's study for only fifteen minutes.
Adam's not insisting - he is asking, begging with insanity glowing in his eyes and it's infectious.
One small movement towards him is enough for Adam - Gordon only twitches and Faulkner immediately takes the doctor's face in his hands, kisses him frantically upon closed lips, licks them trying to find the slightest gap - to penetrate, to transmit the virus of insanity. Lawrence is not scared, no, but his heart's diving, he's swiftly losing the connection to reality, he's a weak-willed puppet, it's Adam who now controls him. The boy wants it and Lawrence awkwardly places a hand upon his knee. Their fingers interlace, Adam tugs the hand and shifts it to his groin. Ohh... Lawrence breathes heavily - and that's all - all's ended. Adam's tongue breaks in, a hot wave of viscous pleasure floods into his body...
Adam moans into his mouth, it only takes Lawrence to squeeze his fingers. And he does it - again and again, stokes, rubs, outlines the knob on Adam's jeans with one finger. Adam groans - deeply, like an animal, throwing back his head, opening an exposed throat... Gordon's ears and cheeks are burning, thoughts jumping in confusion when he pulls down the zipper of Adam's light-blue jeans. Could Lawrence ever imagine that he'll have such a hard-on?
-Please...
Adam covers Gordon's hand with his own, presses himself, hot breath touches Lawrence's lips.
"Please - what?" - wants to ask Gordon, who's dying from the awkwardness and lust, but remains silent, only hisses when smart Adam's hands unzip his trousers and slip into the boxers. And after Faulkner kneels down - that is much more than Lawrence can stand. He leans back on the sofa and raises his eyes to the ceiling so as not to see how Adam licks his lips, unskillfully takes him in his mouth, tries to move, to keep the pace, rapidly strokes himself...
Gordon comes quickly. Even too quickly.
He convinces himself that there are consequences of a forced continence after Ally's leaving, but it's a lie. He looks at a flushed Adam wiping his lips with the sleeve of his shirt and understands that unlikely it would lasted longer in any case. Adam says nothing, he drags his T-shirt over his head together with the shirt. Rises from the floor, climbs on Lawrence, unbuttons his clothes, pulls up the undershirt, rubs against the doctor with eyes half-closed. Gordon can't look at his swelled up lips calmly.
-Fuck me, - whispers Adam right in his ear.
He's on it as well.
And again... how could Lawrence imagine something like that? Like that after inconvenient parting Faulkner would suddenly come to him. That they will start talking and it strikes him: two pieces of a puzzle which were once put together are very hard to separate. Almost impossible. Not now.
With every Gordon's thrust into Adam's body, with every stifled moan, every desperate whimper Adam comes deeper into the doctor's life and already changes its course, becomes the center of it.
It is as simple and natural as breathing and very, very scary.
Even just because the lesson is learned and Gordon cannot take it easy anymore.