Lover Boy

Introduction

Lucas Thomson is, for lack of a better word, a bad boy, a trouble maker, and an all around asshole. He doesn't back down or submit easily, but in the bedroom, is another story.
Really he's just a broken boy who wants to be treated like a toy and made to submit, not that he makes it easy on his doms. He's a brat and his doms give him exactly what he wants, which is fine, but he wants someone to push him to his limits, make him sweat, and do as they please with him.
Lucas has 13 tattoos on his body, most of which are on his arms, a few Selfharm cover ups on his forearm and right thigh. He also has a semi-colon on his left wrist. But most of his tattoos are meaningless because he wanted some ink.

(Onto the story)

"You know that shit is bad for you." Lucas' friend Augustus Finch said standing next to Lucas on a side street.
Lucas had just bought some new cigarettes and had one in his mouth, he took another drag before speaking.
"Gus, the fuck are you doing here?" Lucas looked at his friend, not surprised.
"Ran into your dealer. I thought you were off that shit."
"Was." Lucas said taking another drag of the cigarette.
Augustus grabbed the cigarette from Lucas' hand and threw it on the ground, stomping it out
"My Fag!" Lucas yelled, he was getting mad.
"What'd you call me?" Augustus said not missing a beat, a large smile on his face.
Lucas scoffed but smiled anyways.
"Why'd you even come here, to yell at me for a relapse? You already knew I wasn't gonna stay off it."
"I was hoping you would, you look like shit."
"Thanks Gus." Lucas shuddered from the frigid night air.
"It's getting late, what are you doing out here, my house is around the block but your apartments is nearly 6 miles away." Augustus said handing Lucas his jacket
"I don't need your help." Lucas let the jacket fall to the ground
"Come to my house, it's cold, and pick my jacket up too." Augustus said looking Lucas in the eyes
Lucas felt some sexual tension between him and Augustus. It wasn't uncommon, of course they have had sex before, but it was when they were younger and didn't know about kinks, the sex was okay, I mean it wasn't terrible, but they never did it again because Lucas started taking drugs, and then he couldn't quit. Eventually they couldn't have sec because he was too high all the time.
"Lu? Are you listening to me? Come on, your apartment is far, just come to my house."
"I got kicked out." Lucas spoke, looking away from Augustus' eyes.
"......" Augustus paused before speaking "What happened? I thought that landlady was nice."
"..... I.... I spent my rent money on......... uh- so I didn't have any money for rent."
"Drugs. You spent it on drugs, am I right?" Augustus picked up his coat and tried handing it to Lucas again.
"It was a small relapse okay. I haven't taken any since Tuesday."
"You know I'm proud of you for that right, Lu?"
"It's been three days, that's not much of an accomplishment." Lucas said reaching for another cigarette from his pocket.
"Hey. No. Come on, your staying the night with me, we'll figure the rest out in the morning, okay?" Augustus said grabbing his hand away from the cigarettes.
"I'm not taking up your guest room, what if your boyfriend wants to stay over?" Lucas said, a look of jealousy flashing over his face.
"We broke up a month ago, your not putting me out." Augustus said finally giving up and putting his coat back on.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. Come on, it's late, I have work tomorrow."
"............... fine. But I'm not giving you my cigarettes, I'll smoke outside, but I'm not giving them up." Lucas said grabbing them back from Augustus and putting them in his pocket.

The two finally started walking together, like Augustus said it really was only a block away so they arrived in only about five minutes.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Augustus said using his key to open the house door.
it was a little rundown house in the middle of the quote on quote "ghetto" Augustus' mother grew up in the house, it's a shitty neighborhood, lots of guns, violence, and most of all, shitty housing and apartments that don't meet fire codes.
"You really don't have to let me stay the night, I was fine." Lucas said scratching his wrist absent mindedly, a habit he picked up when he used to hurt himself, the scars were always itchy.
"Lu, shut up, let's go to sleep, we can talk in the morning." Augustus said grabbing his hand and gently leading Lucas to the guest room.
"Oh shit I forgot- I shoved all my Ex's shit in the guest room, he's gonna come get it.... I think....... Maybe, uh- it's fine, you can sleep in my room, the heat sucks so I'll get you an extra blanket." Augustus spoke.
"Wait- where will you sleep?" Lucas said yelling alway from Augustus' grip.
"I will take the couch."
"No you aren't."
"I am!"
"Gus! You have work tomorrow and I'm your guest, I'll take the couch."
"LuLu, I'm taking the couch, it's my house, my decision."
".... Fine. But don't complain when your back hurts dummy." Lucas spoke, beginning to scratch his wrist again.
"Hey-! Lucas your older than me! If anyone it's your Back that would hurt!" Augustus grabbed a blanket from the living room cabinet and made a pallet on the couch while grinning.
"I'm only 24! It's not my fault your a big baby." Lucas spoke.
"I'm only two years younger than you, grandpa." Augustus said giggling.
Lucas giggled the same and playfully hit Augustus on the arm.
Eventually the boys fell into silence, the stood near each other for several minutes before one was brave enough to speak.
"Well, uh, goodnight then." Augustus said sitting on the couch.
"Uh, yeah, night Gus." Lucas said