Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Mpreg, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Violence, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, etc.

It had been three days since Adam's conversation with his mother, and he had yet to tell Randy what she had wanted to talk about. He made it very clear that that was one topic that wasn't up for discussion. Randy knew better than to push it. He had come so far with Adam, had finally gotten him to open up and trust him, and he wouldn't do anything to risk that. So he watched Adam from a distance, not saying a word, only observing.

Now, on the third day, Adam decided that it was time that they returned home. After another long, private conversation with his mother, he came back into the bedroom and told Brielle to help him pack the suitcases. Randy tried to read the look on his face. It was very obviously blank, almost as if that was the mask that he wanted Randy to see. He didn't want Randy to read into it, because, if he did, then Adam would have to face the truth.

When all of the bags were packed, Randy took them to the car. Brielle lugged her little Disney Princess bag behind her, making a show about how strong she was, even though there were only a few items inside. Adam kissed his mother's cheek and promised that they would be by to visit soon. She looked skeptical, but nodded all the same. Meanwhile, Randy lifted Brielle into the car and buckled her in. She cooed softly, smiling at him.

Adam slid into the passenger seat, closing the door and buckling himself in. He forced a smile onto his face when Randy slid into the driver's seat, but everyone in the car could tell that it was fake. Again, he felt a strong urge to ask what the conversation had been about. Again, he remained silent. He turned the car on and pulled the gear shift into reverse, backing out of the driveway with one last wave to Judy. The truth would come out sooner or later.

"I don't want you to work at the club anymore." Randy confessed. They sat at Adam's kitchen table, a carafe of coffee between them. Randy nursed an old, cracked mug full of the steaming black liquid.

Adam looked at him through his lashes, slowly swirling the coffee around with his spoon. "Oh, yeah? What else is there for me to do? I'm not exactly swimming in cash, in case you couldn't tell."

"There are alternatives." Randy said. "You could always take out a loan -,"

"A loan?" Adam scoffed. "First, I'd have to prove that I don't actually need one."

Randy nodded, realizing that that idea was absurd. "Okay, fine. What about another job?"

Adam sighed, carefully lifting the mug to his lips. He didn't want it to shatter before he had finished his coffee. "I have a high school education, Randy. What other job is there?"

"There are ways for you to get an education, Adam." Randy assured him. He didn't want Adam to think the future would be so grim. "There are so many alternatives. There are alternatives that are better than this."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Again, we're back to the loan." It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about this.

They had arrived back at Adam's house late. Once Brielle had been tucked into bed upstairs, Adam had offered Randy some coffee – if he was interested in sticking around for a while, that was. Still, he mentioned nothing about the two conversations with his mother. Randy could tell that they were weighing heavily on the blond's head, but he still wouldn't say anything about them. Instead, he only nursed his coffee slowly, his face solemn.

Randy didn't know a lot about Adam's family, aside from what Adam himself had told him. But he could gather from the welcoming (if not a tad uncomfortable) aura in the house that it had been a long time since Adam and Judy had seen each other. He had been surprised to learn that Judy didn't even know about her granddaughter, but Adam hadn't said a word about it. Randy assumed that it had something to do about Chris, but that was dangerous territory.

"What if I said that I could offer you a job?" Randy said finally. Adam seemed interested, but he didn't meet Randy's eyes. "I'm the COO of a modeling company. I could offer you a job there."

Adam didn't seem too impressed. "Me? A model? In your dreams. I'm not exactly modeling material -,"

Randy cut him off. "Why are you always so down on yourself? You're beautiful, Adam. Take ownership of it."

Adam flushed, drinking down his coffee because he had nothing to say in return. Finally, "If you say so."

Randy swallowed hard. "You told me once that… you had to take on the 'extra shift' to try and pay for Brielle's surgery. As much as I hate to say this Adam, why did you earn that money? It was your looks."

Adam didn't seem insulted. He only shrugged, as if he had known this all along. "I look fuck-able, or, at least, that is what Vince always used to say. It's not that I have a pretty face."

Randy's shoulders sagged, before he blew on his coffee. "What can I do to convince you?"

"I don't know." Adam said, shrugging. "What are you trying to convince me of?"

Randy finally let the conversation drop. There was no use trying to convince Adam of something when he was so determined to see it his own way. He wanted to show him how much he loved him, wanted to show him how absolutely perfect he was. Adam was absolutely beautiful, but the last several years of his life had severely damaged his self-esteem. Randy didn't know how to fix him – but he knew that he would do his very best to try.

Randy trailed his hands over Adam's bare chest, committing every last detail to memory. The body beneath him was so perfect, so flawless, that he was in total awe of the fact that the owner let him have it. Adam practically purred his pleasure as Randy caressed his body like it was some sort of instrument, meant to be enjoyed by his hands only. Randy hoped, at least, that that would be how it was from now on.

He traced his tongue over the contours of Adam's chest, mapping out the quickest route to the blond's navel. Slowly, he dipped his tongue in, swirling it around, before he continued to wet a trail down the man's stomach and into his nether regions. He took hold of Adam's wet, weeping cock in his left hand, slowly working it to hardness, while the other teased his balls. By this time, Adam was practically panting with need.

Not wasting any more time, Randy eased Adam onto his back and took his cock all the way into his mouth. Adam threw his head back, his curls fanning out over the pillows as he clutched desperately at the bedspread. His mouth was hanging open, his rosy lips wet with fresh saliva. Randy took him all the way in with little difficulty, before he hollowed his cheeks and started to suckle. Adam moaned, his eyes heavy and half-lidded.

"Fuck, Randy." Adam hissed out, his hand clutching the back of Randy's buzzed head and holding him firmly in place. "Don't… Don't stop. Oh, God. Fuck." He cursed, feeling completion nearing.

Randy simply hummed around him in response, unable to form coherent words in his current position.

"Ah! Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" His back arched as he forced himself as deep into Randy's mouth as he could without choking him, spilling his seed down the man's throat. "Damn it."

Randy chuckled, swallowing down every drop. He wiped off his mouth with the back of his arm. "You liked that, huh babe?" He asked, smiling at the blissed-out look on Adam's face.

Adam scoffed. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Well, then, I'm sure that you're gonna like this even more." Randy added, before he thrust into Adam's unprepared entrance.

His entry was slow and easy, aided by the addition of lube. Absently, Adam wondered when he had time to put on the lube. But none of that mattered any more. The delicious sensation of his channel stretching around Randy's thick girth was almost more than he could bear, and all he wanted was for Randy to take him, hard and fast, and make him forget every single time that he had ever doubted someone could love him and care for him.

Randy didn't need words. The message came off loud and clear. Pinning Adam's shoulders down to the bed, he started a fast and brutal pace. Always careful to make sure that his baby wouldn't tear, but also giving him the firm, steady fucking that he needed, he set to work on bringing Adam to completion for the second time in fifteen minutes. If he wanted to, he could've lasted longer. But there was no time for that. Not now.

Adam screamed out in pure ecstasy, his fingers madly clutching at Randy's arms. "Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Please, Randy. Please. Oh… right there! Harder! Harder!"

Randy followed his commands, thrusting harder into his prone channel. Adam writhed in absolute pleasure beneath him, before, with a strangled cry, he came. His back arched up and he clawed at Randy's back, trying to ground himself in some way. Tightening his channel down around Randy's cock, Randy spilled into Adam's channel, filling him with his essence. And then he collapsed, drawing Adam into his chest, and fell asleep.

Randy awoke to the sound of Adam being sick in the bathroom. Concerned, he was about to get out of bed and check-in on his lover. However, by the time he came to this decision, Adam flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out with water. He came out a moment later, wiping at his mouth with a towel. When he saw the concerned look on Randy's face, he managed to offer him a weak smile.

"You okay?" Randy asked softly.

"'M fine." Adam said. Both knew that it was a lie.