"When are you going to stop fucking around and get your ass back to Bucharest? It would ease my mind to know you were back where you belong." Darko snapped, his ire coming in clear and well from across as ocean. Nigel could hear house music playing faintly in the background, Darko more than likely at the club they owned that served as their home base of operations. It had been Nigel's idea, but the titty bar and club was all Darko's baby.
Nigel grinned into the phone. He loved making Darko annoyed with him. "Soon, my friend, soon. I'm finishing up here." Nigel soothed, taking a long drag from his cigarette while he had the chance, not feeling up for a lecture. Adam was taking a shower so his time was short to feed into the addiction as he blew the grey blue smoke out the window. "They tried to gut me like a pig. I am going to have one hell of a scar to show you when I get back."
"Are you getting slow and fat in your old age, or did you get distracted by some piece of ass?" Darko mused, "Fine. Whatever amuses you. Take your time with them and be the villain they piss themselves talking about so this shit doesn't happen again. This was supposed to be a lucrative deal, not Disney Mickey Mouse vacation for you."
"That's in Florida, you ignorant fuck. Be a better parent and go there. Even I know that." Nigel said. Darko knew his fearless leader all too well or at least he thought he did, Nigel biting back a grin as he heard his oldest business partner huff into the phone. A lot had happened to Nigel in the last few weeks, far more than what he expected or planned. He needed to figure out how to make Adam fit into his chaotic, dangerous life permanently and keep him protected. Nigel's line of business wasn't the safest profession, proof enough of that carved into his side now.
With this in mind, Nigel had not been idle in-between the spaces of his revenge. One did not survive long in his line of work by remaining ignorant or uninformed, a wise business man of his caliber having to keep one ear to the ground and a free hand on the pulse of the city to stay ahead of the police, out of jail, and breathing. Doing a little research, Nigel had been pleased to find found out that Romania had a space program, their headquarters most conveniently located in Bucharest. To his surprise, Nigel learned the country he resided in even had a space week. He took it as a sign from Fate herself that this was meant to be.
Borrowing Adam's laptop, it was a simple matter to send Adam's resume to Rosa, Romania's space agency, the man far too trusting of Nigel in his opinion yet grateful for it. On his end, Darko would have to set little things into motion so that it was guaranteed Adam's resume would be on the top of the pile. Nigel didn't understand half of what Adam could do, all of which was neatly summarized in his resume, but Nigel was sure Adam would get hired on his own merits and soon. If not, Nigel was positive he could made others appreciate his point of view, that arms could be twisted and the right palms greased into ensuring that Adam had a job in Romania doing whatever he wanted. Failing all else, a position could suddenly open up after someone caught a serious case of dead.
"Don't get your balls in a twist. You can take off as soon as I get back and go there to educate yourself. The little one would love it. I'll run the club while you're gone." Nigel promised.
"I close it down before I do that again. We would lose less money. It's a bar, not your own personal party, you fuckwit. You're a terrible bartender, always over pouring and giving away shots." Darko grumbled, which was why he was the 'face' of the business and Nigel was the 'body'.
Of the two of them, Darko was calmer and more pragmatic, having a head for business with all its figures and social intricacies. While the 'face' smiled and played mostly within the rules as a distraction and smokescreen, the 'body' would do all the terrible things that needed to get done behind the scenes to make their real business flourish. Even in their line of work, not many knew about Nigel or what he looked like or what he was capable of, rumor and speculation working in Nigel's favor in this as Romania's Ripper.
The title amused the hell out of him only because Nigel knew it irked someone else to no end, Nigel making it a point to email news clips whenever the media used it. Darko liked to say that the few and far between who did always had a particular look etched into their face whenever they saw him. It was one of the reasons Darko kept several prominent pictures of Nigel in the club's office. Darko knew to dispatch or keep a close eye on anyone who had that look upon seeing them.
"I want you to do something for me while I'm out sightseeing. I'll need a new place to live when I get back." Nigel said, finishing his cigarette as he heard the shower turn off. He knew Adam's morning routine pretty much by heart, bless that kid for needing a set routine. Nigel had a good idea just how much time he had to himself, taking one last hit off his cigarette before flicking out the window.
"Good. It's about damn time. Your place is shit hole." Darko stated bluntly, Nigel nodding in answer. It was the truth after all, and they hadn't managed to survive being friends and allies this long without some sort of honesty maintained between them.
"I need you to buy me a building, something high and well within our territory. I don't want to be bothered by some little shithead with more balls than brains looking to make a name for himself, ruining my décor." Nigel decided, trying to think of what would appeal to Adam. The international change in address would stressful enough as it was. Nigel knew he needed something to hook Adam's interest to keep him there, figuring that he wouldn't be in the good section of a 'pros and cons' list.
"High? What the fuck does that mean?" Darko sighed, but Nigel could hear his associate already scribbling something down on paper. "And when have you ever had 'décor'? As far as I know, anything goes with peeling plaster and filthy bedsheets."
"High, vertically. I want to see the sky, not the squalor." Nigel explained, ignoring the correct assessment of his latest living situation. He had never been big on keeping up appearances in his places, most of them temporary his entire life. "There is that old church. You know the one I am talking about. The one in the tourist section by the university and museums."
"Yes, I know of what you want. So you are going from decadent squalor to spiritual decay? Are you sure that is wise? I don't think God would appreciate a devil living in his house, even if it is abandoned and falling apart." Darko mused, "So you met someone even while dying and looking uglier than you already are? I must admit I am intrigued. I will have to meet this person who has impressed upon you enough to move you out of your flat. She must be beauty or fantastic at sucking cock."
"She is a he, and he is both, though I will be sure to tell your wife where you think her true talents lie." Nigel said, switching to Romanian when Adam entered the room, freshly shaved and smelling deliciously clean.
"I like my balls where they are. If I lose them, I will take yours in return." Darko threatened good naturedly, sounding completely unsurprised by this newest development. "When did you give up cunt? Prostitutes everywhere will weep long into the night upon learning that they have lost their best patron. Think of all their bastard children. Who will support them if not you?"
"Just buy the damn church and have it renovated. I want to move in as soon I return. I want the bottom floor garden left as is, the second floor made into the living area, and the top floor open to the sky but made secure. I want the stars to be able to look in, not perverts looking for a free show." Nigel ignored Darko trying to get a rise out of him. The living arrangements were more important to him than continuing their banter now that Adam was back in his line of sight, wearing nothing but a towel. Nigel caught Adam around his waist as he passed by him to get to the closet, pressing a kiss to still damp hair, grinning as he watched Adam wrinkle his nose at him. Nigel knew he would he hearing about the evil of cigarettes again later on. By now, he could repeat it back verbatim, Adam unfailingly consistent.
Nature had taken over most of the church Nigel had in mind as he listened to Darko bitch about his choice in architecture, location, and the cost of renovating it on such short notice. Where pews had formally been, there was now a thriving garden of ivy and wildflowers in attendance, the pale alter and solemn effigy of a long suffering Christ now covered in bright green flora. Nigel wanted to keep it as was for Adam who had a love for nature, often dragging him to parks. Thankfully Nigel had always been able to go under the cover of night, Adam's passion for the celestial making it possible for Nigel to leave the apartment. There were still one or two more people on his hit list who needed his considerable attention, Nigel saving the best for last. Till then, he still needed to keep his face off of the streets. One never knew who was looking for it after all.
Adam didn't know why Nigel was keeping him from getting dressed, but liked the kisses Nigel slipped in between his rapid fire conversation over the phone. It wasn't like he had to get ready for work, but Adam needed to keep to his weekday routine, even if Nigel was delaying him. He wanted to ask why Nigel was delaying him, obviously busy talking on the phone, but Nigel would keep hushing him by pressing nicotine stained fingers to his lips whenever Adam opened his mouth. Listening to the steady stream of Romanian was interesting though, Adam memorizing the words coming fluidly out of Nigel's mouth to look up later. He was fascinated that Nigel knew how to speak so many different languages so well, even if most of it was swearing and unique insults.
Sighing, Adam watched as Nigel began to fondle him, trailing tattooed fingers down his chest to his stomach before dipping down to cup his genitals, gently squeezing them and making Adam go up on his toes from the sensation. He hoped that Nigel would wrap up his conversation soon and they would have sex again. That would be an acceptable reason for why Nigel was keeping him from getting dressed. Leaning back against a broad chest, Adam focused on watching Nigel so that he keep those fingers on his penis and not switch to his lips to keep him quiet. Adam didn't like how Nigel's fingers smelled after smoking, all chemically and bitter, or how he tasted afterward either. Trying not to moan, Adam bit his bottom lip as Nigel began to slowing jerk him off with those large hands of his, rough with calluses.
"That is going to be expensive." Darko warned, making Nigel laugh as he kept Adam easily in place. Money was not an issue for either of them, but Darko was ever the miser hence why he ran the club and not Nigel.
"Like I give a fuck. Just get it done, keeping in mind sooner better than later. Hire someone. Hire a lot of faggot someones to get it done right the first time. I want it ready by the time I get back and I want it beautiful." Nigel ordered, leaving no room for further excuse or argument. He had no time for either, not when Adam was shuddering from being held in hand, his meat ripening in Nigel's palm.
Tattooed fingers rippled up a rosy stiff shaft so that Nigel could swipe his thumb over a sticky slit, smearing precum over the mushroom tip of it. Adam was so responsive, it drove Nigel to distraction, wanting to push his lover's limits. Nigel loved how Adam obviously didn't know what to do with his hands, his touch fluttering behind him to touch Nigel's sides lightly before returning his own, unsure if he should help or return the affection as his fingers clenched and unclenched.
"You are terrifying man when you are in love." Darko grumbled, pausing when he heard a moan escape Adam when Nigel left off his shaft to play with his balls. "Seriously, Nigel? Are you fucking him as we speak? Is that why you switched languages, you cocksucker?"
"No, but I'm about to." Nigel smirked, ending the conversation to throw the phone over his shoulder so he could keep that promise. Leaving off to shove Adam toward the bed, Nigel was already stripping off his clothing as Adam hit the mattress with a soft sound. By the time, Adam managed to twist onto his back, Nigel was over him. The older man's body weight bared down on Adam with Nigel's forearms bracketing his head, a warm mouth pressing into his own to keep Adam in place and pliant.
As much as Adam liked being surrounded like this, grounding him like a weighted blanket, he wanted Nigel to go slower. Sex with Nigel was interesting but it was also overwhelming. He didn't want Nigel to stop but he also didn't want to say the wrong thing either and make Nigel quit him. The sudden rush of conflicting emotions was stressing Adam out, scaring him. The mess in his head translated into his body tensing up under Nigel.
"Darling, what is it?" Nigel whispering, noticing instantly when Adam became stiff and awkward beneath him. He pulled back enough to look down at Adam whose eyes were beginning to dart about and his hands shake.
"I-I-I don't want you to be angry with me." Adam stammered, his panic rising as Nigel leaned back further away from him, moving off him completely to a sitting position. That was not what Adam wanted, wishing Nigel to be back over him, his body pressing Adam's own comfortingly into the mattress.
"Why would I be angry?" Nigel made himself ask in a low, calm tone while keeping his face friendly. If anyone else would have said something like that right now in this kind of moment, there would be violence, usually with that someone deserving Nigel's anger.
This was Adam though, so that could mean he was upset or assuming Nigel was upset about literally anything. Fucking mind blindness, Nigel quietly cursing an aspect of Adam's condition not for the first time in his head, hoping that this wasn't about black matter and why it existed again. "Tell me and then let me decide if I should be."
"Can you move back on top of me please? It helps me focus." Adam asked, sighing in relief when Nigel complied.
"Talk to me. Tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours." Nigel said as he made himself comfortable again atop Adam. Their hardons were suffered from this distraction but Nigel was confident that he could fix that. He distracted himself by playing with Adam's hair, wishing that he would grow it out. The way it kinked when Adam left it un-styled made Nigel think that it would curl.
"That is too broad. You're going to have to narrow that down." Adam said after a moment of thought, Nigel realizing his mistake belated. Wording was important when dealing with Adam. One had to be direct with the man as well as wanting an honest answer.
"Adam, tell me why I shouldn't be angry with you and why I had to stop just now." Nigel said, tugging on the captured locks.
"I need you to slow down. I get overloaded," Adam stammered. His eyes darted over Nigel's face, trying and failing to gauge the man's reaction. Adam found the courage to continue, not recognizing any anger in it. "B-but I don't want you to stop having sex with me."
"You don't ever have to worry about that, my darling." Nigel smirked, leaving off visions of curls to frame Adam's face with his palms. He loved the contrast of their skin, Adam looking as pale and fragile as porcelain comparatively next to his rugged, inked own. "Patience is not one of my stronger suits but I will try for you. You are so beautiful I can't help myself. You drive me insane."
"I don't understand. How do I do that?" Adam asked, flinching when Nigel flicked out his tongue to lick the tip of Adam's nose. He wished he knew why Nigel was smiling as he wiped the moisture off from it, but Adam knew he was still learning about ins and outs of foreplay. Maybe this was part of it.
"Never mind. I want you to get on your hand and knees." Nigel grinned. "I want to try something new with you. Are you fine with that, my lovely?"
"Yes. I can do that. Just remember to go slow and allow me time to adjust." Adam said, moving into position without hesitation. His enthusiasm and obedience made Nigel shiver in delight. Having a lover incapable of feeling shame in these kind of situations was arousing in its own right, Nigel palming his own renewed interest as he sat back against the headboard to watch. He only left off long enough to retrieve the lube, placing it within Adam's reach.
"Lube up your hand and start fingering yourself open for me." Nigel ordered, knowing that Adam would have no qualms about doing so. Watching Adam obey without question went straight to his dick, Nigel hissing through a throb of pure want as Adam started to give him a show, whether he meant to or not. Shiny fingers slick with lube prodded curiously between his butt cheeks before one finger slipped in his hole, Adam not shy in the slightest about what he was doing in front of Nigel.
"Talk dirty to me." Nigel breathed out, sucking at his bottom lip in a vain attempt to distract himself. He needed to take this slow, not fuck Adam into the mattress again.
"About what?" Adam asked, more focused on the sensation of fingering himself than actually wanting to talk.
"Go for broke." Nigel said before he could catch himself.
"Why would I do that? What does money have to do with foreplay?" Adam's brow furrowed in thought as he added another finger, feeling comfortable enough to do so now that he had fanned and twisted his fingers around a few times. He had seen enough anal play out in some of his porns to get the general idea, though he preferred Nigel's fingers doing it. His fingers were longer than his own.
"Describe what you are doing. Make it sexy." Nigel bit back a laugh, knowing Adam wouldn't get the plethora of jokes that sprang to mind about negotiating with prostitutes. Nigel liked the idea that he knew sex with Adam was never going to be boring.
"Oh. Um, I am fingering myself." Adam explained, his tone more suited for reading the back of a cereal box than intimacy.
"I can see that." Nigel grumbled, chiding himself. Really, what had he been expected? "Good start but keep going."
"I'm sliding more fingers into myself." Adam said, wondering why Nigel needed the play by play when Adam was doing those actions right in front of him. Fingering himself was more difficult than he thought it was going to be, his balance a little wobbly as Adam tried to reach behind himself, first between his legs and then over his back. He settled on the later reach.
"Yeah? How does that make you feel?" Nigel urged, leaning forward to curl his fingers into the sheets to keep from taking over.
"I am comfortable doing so because I use an enema and wet wipes now on a regular basis as part of my morning routine since we have been having sex on a regular basis. Fecal matter…" Adam dead panned, more involved with finding his prostate and a comfortable position to do so than the art of dirty talk.
"I think we can work on this another day." Nigel interrupted before Adam went into further detail. At least until he noticed that Adam was smiling mischievously, looking way too pleased with himself about something. Nigel knew Adam well enough now to know why and when he broke out that rare yet goofy expression.
"Was that a joke, you little shit?" Nigel huffed, laughing despite himself. Adam's mistiming was amazing, but luckily for them both, Nigel was odd enough himself to appreciate it.
"I can joke. I can do that, and I'm hardly a little shit. I used an enema to flush out..." Adam said, wondering if he should try for four fingers. Nigel hadn't told him to stop and his penis was quite large. Adam didn't like how the lube felt, but he did like massaging his prostate.
"I heard you the first time. No more talk about that." Nigel wondered how he had gotten to this point, stroking himself off to some guy talking about enemas and shit while he fingered himself open in a practically casual manner, like it was his job.
"This feels weird." Adam volunteered, adding a fourth finger and panting as he did so, noting the tight stretch and burn of the intrusion.
"Does it now?" Nigel grinned, visions of butt plugs dancing in his head. He could get into that. In all fairness, the whole ass play thing was new to him too, not one to mix up pink eye for brown eye. He wondered if he could convince Adam to keep a plug in after he shot a load or several into him. Something about that thought appealed dangerously to Nigel, precum leaking freely from his dick at the idea of Adam keeping his spunk in him. Of popping the plug out just long enough to bend Adam over the kitchen counter or the sofa, Nigel fucking into him fast and hard, filling him up more and more a little at time to pop the plug back in before anything has a chance to spill out.
"Do you want me to keep talking?" Adam asked, breaking that line of thought. Nigel had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming.
"No, darling. I'm dirty enough for the both of us." Nigel grinned, amazing at how turned on he was, how Adam did this to him. "You have given me an idea though. Take your fingers out and hold still. And yes, we will wash the sheets and clean ourselves as soon as we are done."
Questions answered before he had a chance to ask, Adam didn't have long to wonder what Nigel had in mind, the man's tongue replacing his fingers soon enough. The sensation made Adam's arms buckle, making him lean down so he could arch his back into it as Nigel vigorously ate Adam's ass out, his strong fingers pulling pale cheeks apart for better access. It was too much, the sensations of his hole being pushed open and probed by Nigel's tongue making Adam come. He found his hips were held in place by a strong grip as he cried out, the sound only getting louder when Nigel left off laving his hole mid-orgasm to lap at the back of his tightening balls, flicking them with his tongue. Made useless and drained from the intensity of it all, Adam was allowed to fall forward into the warm pool of his cum as he shuddered to completion.
Getting lost in the sensation, Adam startled when his ass was slapped, turning over to find Nigel settling himself on his back against the headboard. "Don't fall asleep, you greedy thing. You're not done yet." Nigel grinned, slapping his palms against the tops of his thighs, his cock aching from neglect. The lube that still coated his mouth tasted awful but it was worth it to see Adam looking so fucking debauched and exhausted. Nigel wasn't about to let him take a nap now though, not when his cock felt hard enough to drill through steel and keep going.
"What do you want me to do? Finger myself again?" Adam asked, unsure of how to proceed and wondering vaguely if Nigel wanted oral sex with his mouth. He had never given anyone a blowjob before, the actual act of everything still very new to him. He also felt conflicted about kissing Nigel again before the man had a chance to brush his teeth. "You should go clean out your mouth."
"A little shit never killed anyone. I'm living proof enough of that. You eat enough street food in Bucharest, you're bound to run into some. Anyway, I was told you used an enema." Nigel said, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand with a shrug and a grin.
"I thought we weren't allowed to talk about that." Adam pointed out as he was pounced on, Nigel losing his patience as he caught the other man easily.
"Shut up and get your ass over here." Nigel said, reaching over to pull Adam on top off him. "Ride me."
"Oh. Okay." Adam said as he positioned himself over and above with Nigel's cock beneath him, placing the tip of it to his hole before sinking down. Adam braced his hands on Nigel's chest so he could do so slowly, the lube and his prepwork making it easier than previous times before. It was far more comfortable now, Adam was pleased to note. Still foreign and strange feeling but way more pleasant than it had been in the past, pain usually in the mix with his pleasure.
Keeping his hands lightly placed on Adam's hip, Nigel let him work out the rise and fall, the pair establishing a slow rhythm. What an image they must make, Nigel thought, panting as he was sweetly tortured by keeping his promise. Adam looked like he was zoning out by watching paint dry as he rose and fell on the cock embedded deep within him, and here Nigel was, doing everything he could to keep from coming the instant his cock was enveloped. It was like he was a preteen again founding out for the first time his dick was meant for so much more than just pissing.
It all ended too quickly and not quickly enough for Nigel, the man tightening his grip on Adam's hips to keep him in place as he fucked up in short, abrupt thrusts. As Adam yelped in surprise, his hands flying to Nigel's shoulders to maintain his balance. Nigel hissed out his pleasure, it feeling like his balls were emptying out into his lover. Leaning up to mouth obscenities into Adam's slighter chest, Nigel moved those hips in hand in time through the last few aftershocks of his orgasm.
"Look at what you do to me, Adam. Oh the love, the love…" Nigel breathed out, his hands leaving off to trail up Adam's back as he rocked them, slow and gentle. He looked up, resting his chin on chest to feel Adam's heart beat a rapid tempo through his jaw. Wide blue eyes stared down as hands left shoulders to cup Nigel's face, Adam more interested in studying the chin digging into him than making amorous eye contact.
"Your stumble is scratchy." Were the soft word of the afterglow, the words like doctrine from a small god's lips to a heathen's ears. Nigel smothered a laugh in Adam's belly, ignoring the cum beginning to solidify there. They were both a hot mess now and in desperate need of a bath, Adam's movements making the flaccid cock slip out of his slick opening while gravity did its job in Nigel's lap.
"Is it now? What's to be done about that?" Nigel said, not expecting any 'I love you's. That never seemed to be his lot in life. He'd reasoned out a long time ago that was the price he paid for what he did. Nigel thought talk was cheap anyway, actions being a more preferable form of discourse for him. Studying Adam's beautiful yet vacant face, Nigel wondered if the man in his arms could even put the idea of love to words or if it was as foreign a concept to him as any other emotion.
Nuzzling Adam's stomach when it became obvious Adam was more intent on playing with Nigel's silvering hair to study the glitter of it in the light than whisper sweet nothings back, the bad man found that he didn't care, happy to sit here holding on and be held. Nigel took comfort in the play of actions between them, Adam's soft touches like a rush of drugs feeding into the veins of Nigel's growing obsession. Fuck love. Love was too weak a word anyway. He didn't need it, wanting only Adam, only this.
When Adam left off his hair to lean down and press a kiss to Nigel's forehead, it felt like a benediction to the devil, cleansing in all the ways it shouldn't. Nigel accepted it and all the ones had followed, mouthing a vow into those soft lips that met his own, something dark and twisted about how Darko had better have that fucking church inhabitable or some unlucky someone would be subjected to the type of discourse Nigel preferred.
All to familiar with the devil's cut and the angel's share, Nigel knew it could all turn to blood in the blink of an eye.
TBC