Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.
Other: Here it is! Full of semi-somewhat-public sex. :P I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading this far! Things are going to go happy and smooth for the next four chapters...and then things take a turn for the worse. muahah. xD
"Oh dear Lord, look at this adorable young man! How precious! Oh, come here; let Mamma Gordon give you a hug! Oh, what a cutie!" Mrs. Gordon cried, hurrying towards Adam with her arms outstretched.
The four of them – Lawrence, his parents, and Adam – were at the most expensive and fancy restaurant in the state of New York. It was called Lexington's, and it made the restaurant Lawrence had taken Adam to look like a shabby family diner. All three men wore their best tuxedoes (Lawrence had had to buy Adam a new tux), and Mrs. Gordon wore a cherry red velvet dress with matching heels, a pearl necklace, and two pearl earrings. She wore a little bit of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Her shoulder length snow-white hair had been twisted into a neat, sophisticated bun.
A look of panic crossed Adam's face as Lawrence's mother rushed at him, and he flinched. Lawrence opened his mouth to try to stop his mother, but before he could, the old lady had thrown her arms around Adam and hugged him tightly. Adam stood awkwardly, his hands resting lightly on the elderly woman's shoulders.
He and Lawrence had arrived at the restaurant ten minutes before Lawrence's parents had come. Their table wasn't ready yet.
"How are you doing, Lawrence?" Richard Gordon asked, shaking his son's hand. Lawrence smiled at him, half-listening to his mother talk excitedly to Adam, who was fidgeting nervously beside Lawrence.
"Wonderful, dad, thank you. And yourself?" he replied.
Adam had been silent the entire forty five minute drive to the restaurant. He'd curled up in his seat, hugging his legs tightly, and had stared out the window with wide, worried eyes, his face pale. Nothing Lawrence said or did would calm the boy. He was traumatized from his childhood, and the idea of being with parents frightened him. He didn't talk to Lawrence at all, nor did he smile at his touch like he usually did.
Glancing over at him, Lawrence saw beads of sweat trickling down Adam's pale face. Those dark eyes were darting about the room, and he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt with shaking hands.
"Eh, pretty good. Living up the golden years, you know. My knees aren't what they used to be. Too much hard labor back in the day, the doctor said," Richard replied, gesturing at his slightly bent knees with his cane. Lawrence nodded pityingly.
"So where's the princess?" Richard asked. Lawrence smiled at the pet name his father used for Diana.
"My neighbor Sue has her for the night. I figured we'd be out a little late at dinner catching up, and a growing girl needs her sleep," Lawrence said. Adam's chest hitched, and he began to hyperventilate. Lawrence and Richard turned to him, concerned.
"Adam, dear! Whatever is the matter?" Lucille asked, her eyes widening. Adam backed away towards the door.
"Asthma," he lied in a gasp. "I…I'm going…to..to get some air."
Having said that, Adam rushed from the restaurant, leaving Lawrence and his parents behind, and collapsed onto a marble bench outside the restaurant, where he yanked a cigarette and a lighter out of his pocket.
"Is he alright? And why is he lighting a cigarette while having an asthma attack?" Lucille asked Lawrence. Lawrence opened his mouth to explain, but the waitress walked over.
"Follow me to your table, please," she said to them politely. Richard linked arms with his wife and hobbled along behind the waitress with the aid of his cane and wife. Lawrence, meanwhile, went outside to Adam. The young, scared man sat smoking a cigarette, trembling.
"Adam, our table's ready," Lawrence said softly. Adam looked up at his lover with shame written all over his face. He crushed the cigarette into the pavement with his shoe.
"I'm sorry for rushing out like that. I…I just…-"
Lawrence took his boyfriend's arm and lifted him off the bench.
"It's alright; you don't need to explain anything to me. Now get inside," Lawrence said with an affectionate smile.
"That's what she said," Adam chortled, grinning. Lawrence chuckled, smacked Adam's arm playfully, and led him into the restaurant.
They sat at the booth-style table, with Adam and Lawrence on one side, and Lawrence's parents on the other. A heavy cream colored tablecloth covered the polished wood table, and a candle sat in the middle. His parents were both holding the menus and studying it with interest. Lawrence passed Adam a menu.
"So, Adam, what do you do for a living?" Richard asked, setting down the menu once he'd decided what he wanted to order. Lucille, interested in the answer, set down hers as well. Lawrence didn't set his down, but he did watch Adam.
Adam blushed, fidgeting with the menu.
"I, uh, I'm a freelance photographer. But I haven't taken up any jobs in a while," he replied nervously. Lawrence's parents both nodded, continuing to stare at him, as if expecting him to speak more. Lawrence watched as renewed panic flashed across Adam's pale face. Lawrence decided to save his lover. He purposely knocked his menu into his mother's glass of water. It fell to the floor, shattering, and spilling water all over the carpet.
It was an excellent distraction, and Adam relaxed slightly as Lawrence's parents put their attention on the broken glass on the carpet.
"I'm so sorry, mom," Lawrence said, faking guilt and concern. His mother waved a dismissive hand.
"Oh, don't be silly, accidents happen! Besides, it's just water," she replied cheerfully. A waitress came hurrying over and began mopping up the water and picking up the shards of glass while a waiter re-filled Mrs. Gordon's water.
"Do you gentlemen and lady know what you'd like?" the waiter asked pleasantly.
"I'd love everything on the menu with extra dessert, but I don't have the money for that, unfortunately," Mrs. Gordon joked. The waiter grinned.
"So, instead, I will take the lasagna deluxe without the meat, please, and a Caesar salad on the side," she said. The water nodded and wrote down the order. He then looked over at Richard.
"Salisbury steak, with boiled potatoes and spinach," Lawrence's father said. The waiter copied that down, and smiled at Lawrence.
"I'll have the grilled chicken platter, please," Lawrence said. Adam glanced up at the waiter, who was looking at him.
"What would you like to eat tonight, sir?" the waiter asked when Adam said nothing.
"Lawrence, the guy next to me," Adam said. The waiter blinked, surprised, and then flushed a bright red. Lawrence, too, was blushing deeply. Mrs. Gordon, however, laughed, as if Adam had told a splendid joke.
"I like this young man! He has a great sense of humor!" she crowed. Richard stared at his wife, realizing she didn't understand what Adam had said or meant. Adam, looking completely serious and impassive, read his menu for another moment, and then said,
"I'll have spaghetti and meat balls with garlic bread."
The embarrassed waiter jotted down the order and hurried away. Lawrence gave a stern look to Adam. But he should've taken Adam's comment as a forewarning. He should've realized how Adam was coping with his fear, nerves, confusion, stress, and other emotions.
Once the food came, the dinner went fairly well. The conversations were comfortable and entertaining. But Adam would not calm down. He fidgeted the entire time and sat rigid and tense. Midway through the meal, Adam threw all of his emotions into one and took action. It was something Lawrence would never forget, and would still blush about every time he thought about it.
He felt Adam's hand clamp down on his crotch. He jumped at the sudden spark of arousal, his knee slamming against the bottom of the table, clattering knives and forks. His parents looked up at him.
"S-Sorry, I had a muscle spasm. What were you saying about the stock market, dad?" he said, his voice a little shaky. He glared over at Adam. But the glare faded quickly when he noticed the look of intense lust in Adam's eyes, which had darkened a shade, the pupils looking blown up in size. Lawrence's cheeks flushed, and he knocked Adam's hand away, continuing to eat his dinner.
Not even five seconds later, Adam's hand was back, and rubbing Lawrence's crotch. He swallowed a gasp. Adam, who was watching Lawrence, kneaded his knuckles harder against the growing bulge. Lawrence struggled to keep from acting suspicious, and merely stared at his dinner plate as his father went on and on about the stock market. Just when his pants seemed much too tight, his balls aching painfully, Adam's fingers undid the button and zipper, slid down into Lawrence's briefs, and gripped his cock tightly.
Lawrence was breathing quickly, his hands trembling, and he was biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting to not make a sound. His parents didn't notice; they were too busy digging into their meals. Adam began masturbating for Lawrence, his own erection visible through his pants. One look at Adam's face, those dark eyes closed with concentration, pale cheeks flushed slightly, his dark hair mussed from running his fingers through it out of stress throughout the dinner…All of it threw Lawrence over the edge.
Adam's rough hand became slightly slick by Lawrence's pre-cum. It was becoming harder to remain silent. The rubbing and pulling at his cock was driving him out of his mind. He quickly shoved Adam out of the booth, zipping up his pants, and stood up. Adam was on his elbows on the carpet, his lust-filled eyes gazing up at Lawrence as he stood. Lawrence's parents looked up, confused and startled.
"I just remembered that there's something I need to tell Adam about, in private. Excuse us for a few minutes," Lawrence said breathlessly, yanking Adam up off the floor and practically dragging him to the men's restroom.
The bathroom was huge and as fancy as the restaurant itself. Each stall was large, but Lawrence shoved Adam into the handicap stall. The floor was carpeted, and there was a large, comfortable couch in the stall. By the sink was a bottle of soap, hand lotion, and a rack of fluffy towels. Adam pulled Lawrence into the stall, pushed him onto the couch, and locked the stall's door. He then kicked off his shoes, pulled off his belt and jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. He stepped out of his boxers, adding them to the pile of his clothes. When he turned around, Lawrence had undressed as well, and was lying on the couch, waiting impatiently for Adam, stroking his huge, hardened cock.
Adam clambered on top of Lawrence, straddling him, and brushed his fingers down Lawrence's torso. Lawrence was scowling at him.
"I can't believe you did this," Lawrence said. He looked like he was about to continue scolding, so Adam ground his erection hard against Lawrence's. Lawrence moaned with pleasure, his hips jerking up.
"You know you like it," Adam purred, sliding backward and kissing Lawrence's inner thigh.
"N-No, I'm angry with you," Lawrence insisted, though a drop of sweat had rolled down his flushed face. Adam licked Lawrence's weeping cock. Lawrence gripped Adam's shoulders painfully tight.
"C'mon, admit it. Public sex is fucking hot," Adam said, trailing his tongue over one of Lawrence's balls. Lawrence was panting by now.
"Adam, please," he begged, writhing on the couch. Adam shook his head, nipping at Lawrence's thigh.
"Not until you say it," he replied, smirking. Lawrence suddenly grabbed Adam's own erection, causing Adam to cry out in shock and pleasure.
"It is, it's hot, I love it, and if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to murder you," Lawrence finally said. Adam rocked in Lawrence's fist for a moment, and then ducked his head between Lawrence's legs, taking the doctor's large prick into his mouth and taking it as far as he could. Lawrence arched his back, gasping and digging his fingers into Adam's back, nearly choking Adam, who sucked for maybe a minute before Lawrence pulled Adam up and kissed him fiercely. Adam was grinning wildly. It was obvious that he was enjoying this very much.
Lawrence kissed Adam for as long as both could stand it, and then released him. While Adam was gasping for air, his chest heaving against Lawrence's, Lawrence bit down on the flesh connecting Adam's neck and shoulder, leaving his mark of love. Adam whimpered in pain, though Lawrence could feel Adam's pre-cum trickling down his thigh. He kissed the mark to ease the pain, and then kissed Adam again.
Adam got up and walked clumsily over to the sink, grabbing a bottle of lotion. He plopped down onto the couch again. While Adam slathered his cock with the lotion, not really knowing if it was healthy to do so, Lawrence sat up and kissed Adam's lips, nipping at the lower lip. Sitting in his lap, chests touching, Adam kissed back, opening his mouth to allow Lawrence's tongue to enter. He lowered Lawrence back down, never breaking the kiss, and slid his index finger, slick with lotion, inside of Lawrence's entrance to ease the tension. Lawrence had put his hot mouth against Adam's throat, though he didn't bite him this time. The feeling sent a shiver down Adam's spine, and he slid another finger inside. Lawrence groaned against Adam's throat and put his strong arms around Adam's back. Once he had three fingers worked in, he pulled them out, and then pushed himself inside of Lawrence, once he'd turned him onto his stomach. For a moment, both men froze as they got used to the feeling. Then Adam slowly began to move.
"Lawrence, are you in here?"
Adam froze, his eyes widening, and Lawrence could feel the other man's cock growing soft inside of him.
"Yeah, dad…I'm sorry, I'll be out in a few minutes," Lawrence replied, then bit Adam's nipple. Adam grew hard again and clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from uttering a noise, instead rising up. Lawrence saw the mischievous look in Adam's eyes. He mouthed the word 'no' pleadingly.
"Are you alright? You sound…strange," Lawrence's father said. Adam lowered his hand, exposing his huge smirk. Lawrence shook his head wildly.
"Dad, I'm – "
Adam slammed back inside of Lawrence, who immediately cried out loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom. He shuddered beneath Adam as waves of pleasure shot through his body. He almost came, but resisted. Adam was looking down at him naughtily, still smirking.
"Lawrence! What's going on?" his father asked, sounding alarmed.
"Nothing! The food – Must've been something I ate. Stomach cramps….Just…Just go back to the table, I'll join you guys when I'm done," he managed to say breathlessly. Adam leaned down and pressed a hard kiss against the side of Lawrence's neck.
"Where's Adam?" his father asked. As if on cue, Adam pulled out, and then shoved back in, just as hard as the last. Lawrence flew up and bit down hard on Adam's shoulder to keep from crying out again. He was shaking all over and breathing hard. Adam flinched at the pain, but then hugged his lover tightly, rubbing his back, rocking along inside of him.
"Lawrence?" his father asked again, sounding more concerned. Lawrence finally raised his head, and Adam lowered him back down onto the soft couch.
"I talked to him, and then he went outside for fresh air for his asthma. He'll probably be back before I am," Lawrence replied, his body sliding up and down a little on the couch as Adam continued thrusting deeper, hitting that glorious pocket of nerves over and over. Lawrence saw stars.
"Oh, alright. Well, I'll meet you at the table. Mom carries around Tums, so when you get back, just ask her for some," his father said. Lawrence gasped,
"Okay," and his father left.
"You…jerk…" Lawrence breathed, his back arching, moaning as Adam pulled out and then shoved back in again. Adam smiled sweetly, sweat trickling down his flushed face and biceps. Lawrence could see the muscles twitching. Adam grew faster and harder in what he was doing. Lawrence knew he was going to make Adam pay for this embarrassing feat. He would fuck Adam so hard that the boy wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a whole day. He came close to coming often, but he resisted, enjoying this. Finally, he glanced up, saw Adam's young face worked up in concentration, his eyes closed, his bangs matted to his forehead, and Lawrence came. His body shook as he rode out his orgasm, and he felt Adam come inside of him. They enjoyed their orgasm together, and Lawrence caught Adam when the boy fell forward, completely exhausted and aching from moving so fast and hard. Lawrence stroked his sweaty, trembling back.
"I'm going to make you pay for that, you know," Lawrence said, giving Adam's hot lips a kiss. Adam smiled.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" he replied, sliding out of Lawrence as the doctor pushed him up.
"Both," Lawrence said, grinning.
The two men washed up and got dressed. Adam went to the table first. Five minutes later, Lawrence went back. Adam had the Gordon parents engaged in a cheerful, humorous conversation. His father was bellowing laughter, and his mother was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her wrinkly face. Lawrence joined his boyfriend at the table, sliding an arm around his waist, and pecking his cheek affectionately.
"Oh, Lucille, give Lawrence some Tums. He was ill in the bathroom," Richard Gordon said suddenly. Lawrence shook his head.
"No need, I feel all better, I promise," Lawrence said, smiling. Adam grinned at him.
After that, the dinner went beautifully without an ounce of trouble.
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