Wooaaaah this was far more tame than I expected. Mostly because i'm a coward and I couldnt commit to full blown detailed sex. Well, thats a good thing since this needs to stay under the T rating! Good things, all good things.
Longer than the other chapters due to ~dramaaaa~
warnings: non-detailed handjobs, super cliché, shota
inspiration: "love story" by taylor swift
onward!
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"Lag, I'm going to go shopping for dinner." Sabrina called, slipping her foot into a shoe.
The boy poked his head from the doorway of the living room, smiling. "Alright aunty! Do you need any help?"
Glancing into the room, the woman spotted Gauche sitting on the couch. The two had been busy with a card game, from the looks of it. "No, that's alright. You stay and have fun with your friend."
Lag nodded, heading back to the game. "Be safe aunty!" he called.
Basket in hand, Sabrina cast one last glance at the two before heading out. Lag listened for the click of the door closing behind his aunt, before setting down the cards he'd been holding. Gauche blinked, glancing at the boy.
The giddy smile on his face told him all he needed to know. Over the last month, they had developed their own silent way of asking without asking. As much as Gauche loved hearing the boy stumble over his words, he knew it stressed Lag out to ask for intimacy. It was just easier to go along with it.
Smiling back softly, the man set down the cards he'd been holding. Lag stood, tugging his hand and he followed the gentle pull out of the room and up the stairs. They had at least an hour, more than enough time for whatever the boy had planned.
Even now, his heart raced.
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It would be a lie to say that Sabrina liked Gauche, per se. The man had settled into their lives the way that dust settled over shelves. There was simply no helping it, she mused, and the most one could do was to keep it in check.
Of course he made her uncomfortable being around Lag. A grown man that seemed much too close to her charge would make anyone uncomfortable. And it wasn't just the way he smiled at Lag just a bit too long, or how his eyes softened when they fell on the boy. It was his entire existence.
Still, she couldn't very well banish him from the house without causing Lag a great deal of pain. Besides, he hadn't truly given her a reason to dislike him, not really. Just existing wasn't an excuse.
Sighing, Sabrina picked an apple from the tidy pile before her, inspecting it. Lag could eat her out of house and home on a good day, and today Gauche was visiting. While she was out, she might as well shop for the boy's lunch tomorrow to...
It was a warm day, possibly one of the last before autumn came around. Sabrina wasn't looking forward to the chilly air and the rainy season. Still, it brought its own joys. The changing leaves, the festivities of Christmas. All things that reminded the woman that it was worth the chill.
It wasn't until Sabrina went to reach for her wallet that she'd realized she'd left it at home. Mumbling, she set the apple back down and headed back.
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Lag was a comforting warmth against his chest, his hair tickling the man's nose as he squirmed closer to him. A hand clenched his forearm hard, blunt nails digging into his skin. Gauche held him closer, nuzzling his cheek and pressing a kiss to it.
This was his favorite part, he'd found, of his new found intimacy with the boy. The way he wriggled in Gauche's arms, the sound of his breathy cries, the way he jerked his hips into the man's hand with a desperation he couldn't put words to. When he caught a glimpse of Lag's face, he felt a bit dizzy.
Burying his face in the boy's soft hair, Gauche felt his heart race. After this, he knew he'd feel strange, as if he didn't fit in his body quite right. But right now, he couldn't have found a more comfortable place in the world than right here.
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Stepping into the house, the woman paused. Something immediately felt amiss. It occurred to Sabrina that she couldn't hear any talking. It next occurred to her that there were sounds that were all too familiar, and yet, foreign.
It took a moment for Sabrina to realize that she was hearing moans.
Following the sound to the staircase, the woman stared up at the just out of sight bedroom door. In the time it took her to realize what was happening, she'd already been halfway up the staircase. She pushed the door open hard enough that it slammed.
What she saw, she couldn't have been prepared for.
Her little nephew was in Gauche's lap, pants shoved down to his knees. A hand was loosely wrapped around his erection, its motion continuing for a moment as if the reaction to her appearance had been delayed.
Lag, for his part, snapped from the daze he'd been in the moment he comprehended who was in his door. The dawning horror on the two's face told Sabrina that they were both fully back to reality.
Hand shaking on the doorknob, the woman shouted, "What the hell is going on here?!"
Gauche's hand was off the boy in a fraction of a heart beat. Lag was frozen in horror up until the warmth of his hand left. He fumbled to pull up his pants. The next few minutes were a blur of action. Lag found himself wrenched from Gauche's warm, safe hold and clutched to his aunt's side like a rag doll. He watched, lost for words, as the woman shouted at his friend-now-more at the top of her lungs.
The look on Gauche's face was crushing.
Squirming in his aunt's hold, Lag cried, "A-Aunt Sabrina, i-its not l-like that! H-He wasn't hurting me-!"
"Quiet!" the woman snapped, ignoring the boy's protests.
It hadn't taken much to get Gauche out of the house. He stumbled out the door with a hard push from Sabrina, his coat and boots tossed at him as he regained his balance. Reality seemed stunted, the scenario seeming like something from a novel or a love song, rather than real life.
Attempting to hold the items that had been thrown, the man felt a cold chill run up his spine. He felt eyes on him. The entire block was watching him. Swallowing hard, he turned his focus to Sabrina, who was still shouting.
"-gusting! Get the hell out of here, don't you dare come back!"
Lag struggled to get by the woman, panic alight on his face. "N-No, you don't understand!" he cried.
The woman easily pushed him aside, ignoring his cries. "You heard me!"
The crowd was growing. A man called, "Whats going on here, Sabrina?"
All three of them went stiff. It seemed to occur just then to Sabrina and to Lag, that they weren't alone. Gauche could see the warring emotions and thoughts in the woman's eyes.
Casting a glance at her nephew, the woman swallowed hard. The boy looked terrified and not for himself. His vivid eyes darted around, wide and dewy, before landing on his aunt. He chewed his lip hard, trying not to cry. The hand she'd used to hold Lag began to quiver.
Lag tugged at Sabrina's arm, pleading, "P-Please, a-at least let him go without trouble...!"
To say no to that face would be like crushing a child's dreams, she thought. It didn't seem quite right. Chewing her lip hard, the woman turned her face away, sighing heavily.
"Just get going, before I change my mind." she said.
Gauche stared at her for a long moment, not quite comprehending what was going on for a moment. Swallowing, he cast one last glance at Lag, his heart breaking. The boy's eyes were wide, fat tears freely falling down his cheeks. The boy nodded fast, his mouth opening as if he wanted to speak. He couldn't seem to will himself to, though.
If he could rewind time, Gauche would have done anything to take away those tears.
Turning on his heel, the man hurried down the street. Ever conscious of the crowd at his back, murmuring and asking the woman loudly what had happened. He made it to his truck, closing the door hard and gripping the steering wheel.
For a long while, that's all Gauche did. The full weight of the last 10 minutes of his life crashed down over him. Sucking in a shaking breath, the man brought a hand up to rub his eyes roughly. Things had gone so badly, so quickly. It still didn't feel real. His stomach was rolling and his whole body felt as if he had fallen and hadn't hit the ground yet. The man squeezed his eyes shut tight and took a deep, shuddering breath.
A long time must have passed, because by the time he looked up again, the street was empty.
Word would spread fast. He had to go now, before someone took justice into their own hands. Digging in his coat pocket, he tugged out his key ring. Missing the first few times, he managed to get the key into the ignition. The beat up old truck came to life with a clunking sound.
He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave Lag alone. Closing his eyes tight, Gauche reminded himself that his own life was at risk right now, not Lag's. With a heavy heart, he steered the truck out of the small town.
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