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Adam stared up at Lawrence, his heart racing, heat flaring up in his belly.
"Ah…Um…I…I…"
Lawrence ended his nervous babbling by covering Adam's lips with his own. Adam flinched, his eyes widening in shock. Lawrence thought he was going to push him away, or hit him, but much to Lawrence's surprise and pleasure, Adam only reached up with shaking hands and grasped at Lawrence's neck, timidly tugging him closer. His nervous, almost shy, movements only made Lawrence want him even more. His hand moved under Adam's shirt, startling the boy. Lawrence's warm hand explored Adam's thin, cold torso, tracing over his many scars and bruises, making Adam shiver. Lawrence broke the kiss to fill his lungs with air, and looked down at Adam, who was blushing and avoiding eye contact as he took in shaky breaths. Lawrence ran his fingers through Adam's soft hair, kissing him again. This time, Adam opened his mouth slightly, hesitantly, and Lawrence took the opportunity before Adam changed his mind. Adam's mouth tasted minty as Lawrence's tongue slipped inside. After all, he'd just brushed his teeth. But he could faintly taste the traces of smoke. He had forgotten Adam was a smoker, and was almost startled by the taste. Adam's hands, now under Lawrence's shirt, moved up Lawrence's warm back. His hands were cold and shaking, but Lawrence didn't mind, especially as the kid's fingers massaged his back. The boy curiously felt each muscle on Lawrence's back and chest. Lawrence's body was much more different than his.
Lawrence removed his lips from Adam's, and put his mouth to Adam's neck, earning a pleased gasp from the younger man. He gently bit at the soft flesh, smelling of smoke and a delicious smelling soap. When Lawrence began to kiss Adam again, the boy sat up, sliding away. He was shaking and blushing, and Lawrence saw a large bulge at Adam's pants.
"Th-This is…" Adam mumbled, his lips numb and swollen from kissing. Lawrence smiled.
"Different?" the doctor asked. Adam nodded, staring at the blanket. Lawrence looked at the clock. It was almost noon. Alison would be dropping Diana off in twenty minutes, and Lawrence had to get back to his apartment. He looked up to find Adam watching him, his head tilted to the side slightly. It was cute, seeing him like this, and Lawrence wanted to kiss him again. But he didn't want to overwhelm him.
"I've got to get going. Alison's bringing –" His voice trailed off as Adam's eyes suddenly grew wide, and he looked sick and horrified.
"Adam, what's wrong?" Lawrence asked, concerned. He reached for him, but Adam jerked back.
"You…You're married! And you just kissed me! I…I don't go for that. I don't help people cheat," he said, anger and hurt clouding Adam's flushed face. Lawrence smiled, relieved that it was nothing serious.
"We divorced a month after I got out of the hospital," Lawrence assured him. Adam relaxed slightly, once again fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Anyway, Alison's bringing Diana over to my apartment in about twenty minutes, so I have to get back. If you need me, you have my number and address. I'll call you later tonight, okay?" Lawrence said. Adam nodded, still not looking at him, and Lawrence left the bedroom. He walked to the door and was about to leave, when all of a sudden Adam called his name. He turned around, and almost immediately Adam was in his arms. The kid buried his head against Lawrence's warm chest, wrapping his arms around Lawrence's waist. Lawrence was surprised, but he held Adam tightly, rubbing his back. Adam's eyes closed, inhaling Lawrence's scent. He didn't really have a special scent, really, he simply smelled like clean, dry laundry. But it was a very soothing smell, and Adam didn't want to move. He felt safe, here in Lawrence's arms.
But, of course, after a long, silent minute or two, Lawrence released Adam. He held the boy's face in his hands gently, looking down at him. Adam's gaze fell to the floor, as if ashamed.
"What's wrong?" Lawrence asked. Adam shook his head.
"Nothing; I just don't like people looking at me so…intensely. As if they're judging me," he mumbled. Lawrence nodded, and turned back to the door.
"I'll call you later tonight," the doctor said, and left. As soon as the door was closed, Adam locked it completely, and then checked all the windows to make sure they were securely boarded and locked.
Now that Lawrence was gone, the apartment held a quiet, lonely feel. Adam sat down on his couch, pulling his knees tightly to his chest, and played with the hem of his shirt, his eyes focused on the floor. His boner was scraping almost painfully against his jeans, and he slowly lowered his legs away from his chest, glancing down at the bulge. Lawrence had turned him on. A man, and not just a man, but an older man; Adam had never been interested in men; never. He'd never even thought about being gay. But no woman had ever given him a feeling like this. He wanted Lawrence to come back. And that was different; Adam was more of a one night stand sort of guy. He didn't like getting close to people. Because people always left you and broke your heart. He didn't have the courage to masturbate to the thought of Lawrence, even though his briefs were damp and sticky with pre-cum. So he hurried to the bathroom, his cock painfully hard and throbbing, and took a very cold shower, forcing Lawrence out of his mind.
"Hey, baby!" Lawrence exclaimed, pulling Diana up and hugging her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Hi, daddy!" Diana cried, giggling. He set her down and exchanged good-byes with his wife, shutting the door quick enough to almost be considered rude, and locked the door. Diana wandered into the living room and looked at the blanket. She then looked up at her father.
"Daddy, did you sleep on the couch last night?" she asked, hopping up. She noticed spots of blood all over the carpet and couch, and fear filled her eyes. Lawrence hurried over and scooped her up.
"Daddy, were you hurt?" she asked. Lawrence shook his head.
"No, no, baby, I'm perfectly alright. A…friend…of mine was hurt, so I let him sleep on the couch," he said. He wasn't sure what to call Adam, exactly. Not that he'd really explain to his seven year old daughter about his love for a younger man. Diana nodded, understanding. Lawrence set her back down and turned on the television for her. Spongebob was on, much to Diana's delight. He sat down beside her on the couch, and she snuggled against him. He couldn't get his mind off of Adam, even as he watched the bright yellow sponge race across The Krusty Krab, laughing that insanely annoying laugh.
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Night came, and Lawrence had just finished reading Diana a story. She was tucked under the covers of her bed in the room he'd reserved for her. It was a pink theme, because she loved pink, and the room was filled with toys, books, and everything else a little girl could want. He spoiled her, he knew, but Diana never took it to her head; she was too sweet.
"Daddy, can I play with my doll for a few more minutes? Please? Pretty please, with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top?" she begged. Her mother had gotten her a baby doll, and it was currently Diana's favorite toy. She brought it everywhere. When they went places, she would put the baby doll in its carriage and wheel it around. People found this adorable, and so did Lawrence.
"Alright; I have to make a phone call, anyway. But when I hang up, I'm turning your lights off and you have to sleep, alright?" he said. Diana grinned widely and nodded, hopping out of bed and racing to her baby doll's crib.
Lawrence left the room, leaving her door open. He sat down on the couch in the living room and dialed Adam's number. The phone rang and rang, but he didn't answer. Lawrence frowned. He called three more times, once every twenty minutes. But Adam still didn't pick up. Now Lawrence was very worried. He went to Diana's room, and she looked up from holding a toy bottle to her baby doll's mouth.
"Honey, we've got to go to my friend's apartment. Remember I told you about him? The young man who was chained in the bathroom with me last year? He was the same man who slept on the couch. I have to go check on him, okay? Let's go," he said hurriedly, picking up his daughter, who clutched her baby doll tightly.
"Okay, daddy," she said. Like Adam, she was small for her age. She was about the size of five year old. He carried her out to his car, buckling her into the backseat, and sat down behind the wheel. The only reason why he'd carried her was because she was quite absent-minded sometimes, and walked a little slow. He was in a rush. Lawrence started the car and sped off in the direction of Adam's apartment.
When they got there, Lawrence found the front door locked. Diana stared up at her father, concerned and curious. Her daddy looked afraid and worried, and she wanted to know why. But she kept silent, knowing that he was busy. Instead, she cradled her doll and quietly, softly sang a lullaby to it.
"Adam," Lawrence called. Father and daughter stood there silently for a few minutes, waiting to hear Adam walking to the door. But there was only silence. So Lawrence grabbed Diana and ran her down to the landlady's room. He called out for her until she came out. She was a short woman, with her gray hair bunched up in curlers, and she wore a long flannel nightgown. She smiled at Diana, who smiled back.
"Ma'am, I need the key to Adam's apartment. I think something's wrong, and I need to get inside. Hurry," he said. The old lady nodded and scurried away. When she came back, she gave him the key, and Lawrence once again grabbed Diana's arm and ran her up to Adam's apartment. He fit the key into the lock and turned. The door clicked – it was now unlocked. He grinned, triumphant, and swung the door open. Well, he tried to. But there was a chain higher up that held the door semi-locked. He cursed. Then had an idea.
"Diana, slip your arm through the crack and unchain the bolt," he said, picking her up. Diana nodded, and squeezed her thin arm through the opening of the door. She tugged at the chain, working at it for a few minutes, and then the door opened all the way.
"Thank you, Diana, that was perfect," he said. The little girl smiled sleepily at her father, and they entered the room quietly. Every single light was on. There was no sign of a disturbance, much to Lawrence's relief. They explored the apartment silently, checking for Adam, turning off lights as they went. The bedroom door was closed, and locked. So Lawrence reached up and felt along the ridge on top of the door until his fingers brushed cold metal – a key. He took it and unlocked the door, quietly opening the door. All of these lights were on as well, and he also had four nightlights on. Adam was curled up in a tight ball, his head ducked in between his knees. He was asleep, but fitfully so. Lawrence sighed, relieved that he was alright. Diana looked up at her father after curiously studying the sleeping man.
"Daddy, is he okay?" she asked, pointing. Adam was trembling. Sweat trickled down his face. He was having a nightmare, presumably. Lawrence nodded. He didn't want to wake him up, but at the same time, he did. If he woke him up, Adam would be shocked, angry, and afraid that Lawrence had broken into his apartment so easily. If Lawrence could do it, why not Jigsaw? But if he didn't, Adam would have to suffer through a nightmare. Lawrence decided he'd get over the nightmare in the morning, but he wouldn't get over the fact that Lawrence had been perfectly capable of breaking in. So he nodded to his daughter.
"Yes, he's fine. Let's shut off his lights so he can sleep," he whispered. He flicked off the lights and turned away with Diana. Suddenly, Adam started screaming. His terrified screams echoed in the room, and both Lawrence and Diana jumped, startled badly. Diana looked up at her father with wide, frightened eyes. Lawrence turned on the bedroom lights and looked at Adam, who was now sitting up completely straight, tears in his eyes.
"Wh-Why did you t-turn the lights off?" Adam asked, the tears falling and coursing down his face. He buried his face into his knees. Lawrence walked over and pulled Adam into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry, Adam," he murmured, stroking the young man's back. Adam clung to Lawrence. The boy's body was slick with sweat, but Lawrence didn't pull away. Diana crawled onto the bed and put her hand on Adam's knee. He didn't raise his head from Lawrence' shoulder, but he tensed a little.
"It's alright," Lawrence said softly. Diana watched Adam, finding it strange that an adult man was crying.
"Are you afraid of the dark?" she asked, fascinated. Adam hesitated, and then nodded. Diana smiled brightly.
"Well, you shouldn't be. My mom and daddy told me there's no such thing as monsters. Are you afraid of a monster?" she said. Adam's fingers dug deeper in between Lawrence's shoulder blades, and a quiet sob escaped from the boy. He nodded again. Lawrence continued rubbing Adam's back, pressing a kiss on top of Adam's head.
"I'll show you there's no monster," Diana said. She looked under the bed and in the closet. She also looked behind the curtains and under the dresser.
"No monsters here!" she exclaimed when she was done. Lawrence stood up, holding Adam, who wrapped his legs around Lawrence's hips, burying his face once again into Lawrence's shoulder.
"Diana, let's go. Adam's going to spend the night with us," he said to his daughter, who nodded. They left the apartment, locking the door behind them. Lawrence helped Adam and Diana into the car, and drove back to his own apartment. Adam was silent the entire drive home, staring out the window. Diana chattered the whole time, and Lawrence smiled at them. When they got home, Diana ran into the apartment and into her bedroom, where she tucked her baby doll into its crib. Lawrence grinned at Adam.
"There's no such thing as monsters, love," Lawrence said playfully. Adam glowered at him.
"Fuck you," he said, sitting down onto the couch. He lit up a cigarette and smoked it. Lawrence understood; Adam was embarrassed about the way he'd reacted. The doctor sat down next to Adam, who had his knees tucked up to his chest again.
"So you're afraid of the dark," Lawrence mused. Adam tensed up.
"You would be, too, if you were locked in a room for two days without a single fucking ounce of light," he snarled. Lawrence nodded in agreement, and Adam went back to smoking moodily. His dignity was cracked from having a seven year old girl attempt to assuage his fear of the dark.
"Would you like to sleep in my bed or on the couch?" Lawrence asked. Adam blinked, licked his lips, and then looked at the floor, a slight blush creeping up his neck.
"The couch," Adam mumbled after a moment, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. Lawrence nodded and picked the blanket up off the floor, putting it onto the edge of the couch.
"Alright, well, the pillows and blankets are still here from last night. I'll leave the lights on," Lawrence said. Adam remained silent, his eyes looking haunted. The doctor felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Adam just wanted to be left alone, apparently. So instead Lawrence tucked his daughter into bed before retiring to his own bedroom. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It seemed like moments, but when he looked at the digital clock by his bed, he saw it had actually been hours since he'd fallen asleep. A light weight had been added to the bed, and someone was crawling across the mattress towards him.
"Diana, did you have a nightmare?" Lawrence asked sleepily, rolling over.
"No, but I did," Adam replied. Lawrence opened his eyes and found the younger man sitting beside him. As usual, he was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Lie down, kid," Lawrence said. Adam obeyed. He smelled of smoke, and though Lawrence normally loathed that scent, it was different with Adam. It suited him, in a way. Lawrence wrapped his strong arm around Adam's waist and easily dragged him closer, until Adam's back was pressed up against Lawrence's torso. Lawrence ran his fingers slowly through Adam's hair until he heard the boy's breathing even out. He'd fallen asleep. The doctor smiled, and soon afterwards, he was asleep as well.
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