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Wrongful Kisses;
Chapter two/ 'The Date From Hell'
Rated; M/ L, S (forced hand job in public, rape, non-con, underage)

(Adam's POV)

Jay hadn't talked to me, wouldn't pick up when I tried to call him, hadn't been over and I just assumed he was avoiding me. Well, fine. Fuck him then. Maybe I was bitter. I couldn't have the man I wanted and I took that out on Randy and wouldn't even give him a chance. So, I got dressed up nice. I wore tight low-rise jeans, an even tighter black shirt, Converses, even teased my hair and wore a bit of black eyeliner to go out with Randy.

Randy pulled up and I was already sitting on the porch, wind blowing my long blond hair about. He smiled when he saw me and I smiled back, getting up and grabbing my coat, meeting him halfway and even allowing him to open my passenger door for me. He pulled out and we were on our way.

"You're looking gorgeous tonight, buttercup."

"Thanks, handsome. You're not so bad yourself." I still felt awkward. But fuck it. I needed to get over all the shit I'd never have with Jay. Especially if someone else was handing it out on a silver platter.

The conversation turned quiet as we rode along. I nibbled my lip out of boredom in the uncomfortable silence. I noticed his eyes kept darting over to me and I fidgeted.

"What's wrong, dollface? We going to a movie? That robot one sounds fun."

I Just shrugged, feeling uneasy as he placed his hand on my knee, his fingers lightly stroking it through my jeans. I took a deep breath and directed my eyes out the window. I couldn't escape that little nervous twinge that went through me as I felt his hand move towards my crotch.

"Randy.." I said warningly.

"What? I'm not doing nothing, sugar."

I closed my eyes, swallowing. I felt his fingertips ghost along my straddle through my jeans and my cock twitched. It felt wrong, but I was a teenage boy and I felt like shit. My heart raced and I suddenly felt sick.

"Stop, please.." I ground out.

Randy removed his hand. "Jeez, you're such a prude." He quipped. Of course it was a joke to him.

The movie wasn't any better and he would wrap his arm around me, holding me. I could deal with that. But countless times he tried to kiss me and I just wasn't ready for another one of those. Most times he got my cheek or neck and those really felt awkward. I didn't know how to tell him to back off without sounding like a bitch or some teasing slut.

Randy pouted at me and raised the end of my shirt up, sliding his hand underneath and brushing fingertips along my skin. He ignored my hitched breath. "I just wanna play with you, Adam. Touch you. You look so hott tonight. I can't help it."

He turned my head toward him, getting my lips that time and kissing me against my will. I wanted to jerk away, but I was frozen and just let him do it. I gasped as I felt his hand slip down my pants.

"Hm.. is that a thong? I know you wear those.." He said.

How can he tell by rubbing me through the front? He really is just being an ass. "Randy, stop." I whispered. We were in public. What was he doing?

"You don't wanna cause a scene." He said, his icy blues shining in the light of the movie screen, his tone warning me. I felt his fingers wiggle into my panties and wrap around my cock, stroking and fondling me. His lips pressed against mine to stifle any noises I was making and my whimpers.

This was so wrong. Beyond fucking wrong. It felt good, but I didn't want it and it was wrong. I just sat still and let him, wanting him to get it over with. I thought of Jay of all people and how good his lips felt and his fingers in my hair. It was my happy place and I moaned like a cheap whore in Randy's mouth as I came.

Randy pulled his hand out, leaving me to sit and pant and feel like shit as he licked my cum off his fingers and continued watching the movie. "Mmm. Better than popcorn."

I wanted to die.

We left the theater and I held my jacket in front of me, looking around at people with my head bowed. I felt like they knew. They fucking knew what I let Randy do to me. They knew what a tramp I was. They knew my dick got hard from a man I wasn't even interested in's touch. They knew I had cum in my underwear and jeans.

We got out to the car and I muttered a pitiful thanks as Randy opened my door. Fuck him. I just wanted to go home and shower and wash away this shit. Randy drove me in the dark, turning off and stopping on a secluded side of the road. I looked up alarmed.

"What.. Randy, what are we doing.. here..? I wanna go home please."

Randy turned off the engine and shook his head. "We need to talk about things."

"What is there to fucking talk about?" I said, picking at my nails. I wanted to be angry, but maybe I brought shit on myself by teasing and even being here tonight with him in the first place.

"I don't know, Adam." He began, hands placed on the steering wheel. "I don't get it. I've tried with you. Been patient. I just don't know where we stand."

I shrugged. What am I supposed to say or do? "I dunno."

"I mean, I kiss you and nothing.. I gave you a hand job. You walk around like you're this sexy little kitten and yet you pull away from me when I try and touch you. Well, you got yours, I want something in return."

I sighed. "Randy.. I'm just not ready for this shit, okay. I'm not ready to.. I'm a virgin, okay. That was my first kiss and my first.." I swallowed. "Just please.."

Randy chewed on the inside of his jaw for a moment. "So.. you.. you don't want anything to do with me then..?"

"It's not that, I swear.. please.."

"Shh.." Randy grabbed my hand, bringing it up to kiss my fingers. "It's okay, Adam. Relax. It's not that big of a deal. I'll show you."

I tensed as he moved my hand between his legs, rubbing himself through his jeans. "Stop.. I don't want to... let me go.." I tried to pull away and Randy grunted, holding my hand tightly. "Randy.. please.."

I gasped as he slapped me. "You fucking whore."

I couldn't.. I just.. I stared up at him confused. Tears in my eyes and cheeks feeling flushed.

"Get out. Get out, get your shit and walk." He spat.

I swallowed again, lips twitching. I nodded, choking back that sniffle and got out, opening the back door to get the shit I bought at the mall. I heard Randy get out and stalk over, shoving me over in the back seat. "Randy, what the..?"

"Fucking bitch. Think I'm gonna let you off that easy. I want mine, dammit." I felt him jerk my hips up, reaching under me to unbuckle my pants.

"Randy, stop, please!" I screamed, feeling myself be shoved back down and my pants yanked down to my knees. I was shaking, sobbing. I didn't know what to do. I was scared and alone and it was dark and a million things were racing through my mind, none of them making a damn bit of sense.

"I'm gonna teach you, slut. You're gonna get yours.. fucking bitch.." Randy growled and I screamed, feeling this blinding white hot pain run through me as he forced himself inside me. It was unbearable and agonizing. It extended all the way through my toes and fingertips. I gasped, trying to regain my breath. I couldn't breath. I couldn't see and I clawed at the back seat cushions.

"God.. stop.. it hurts.. stop!" I screamed and my lungs started working and I regretted that shit as soon as he started to thrust.

He shoved my head down, holding it. "Shut up.. stupid bitch. I'll show you.. gonna be a good slut and give me mine. Like that, slut? Like my cock in you, defiling your precious little virginity? Fuck you. Bet Jay fucks you all the time."

My heart sank. Oh, god Jay.. and oh, shit.. I didn't want to lose my virginity like this! It couldn't happen like this! No no no! I buried my head, crying all the way through it. Feeling the excruciating pain of his cock stretching and tearing my insides, pushing and pulling harshly on my guts. It felt like he was rearranging them with every thrust.

"Please.. stop.." I pleaded hoarsely. I felt like shit. Tears clouded my vision, wet hair fell in my face as I raised up. I groaned as I felt his cum burning my abused insides, whimpering like a pathetic bitch as he pulled out.

I raised up with a wince, numbly pulling up my pants and fastening them. He shoved my jacket and my bag in my hands.

"Walk, bitch! I was serious about you fucking walking. We're through." And he stalked back around to the driver's side, got in and pulled out. I stared at the open patch of road, wincing as I took my first step and trying to ignore the pain that shot up my spine.


Poor Adam. Sorry I've been so long. I just never finished with the third chp & my laziness or being distracted can be blamed. So, um.. there's some good old fashioned Redge rape. Once again, this never happened to these guys, me or anyone I know in real-life. The guy I knew in real-life that I kissed was a bit of a ass, but he wasn't this bad. & poor Randy's not this bad. Sorry, Randal... This was written back in November 2011 w/ chp 1, but going back & reading it again.. sheesh, now I need some cute fluffy nonsense.