Lay Me Down (MxM)

9. Oxy & a Blowjob 🌶️

Be warned, this is a spicy chapter! Things are heating up between our unlikely pair, and Jae is feeling so many things about his new companion. As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please like and let me know in the comments what you think about it. Please take care, and have a lovely rest of your week. (^.^)/ -Quill

Jae

Lucas was tucked into the passenger seat napping contentedly as we cruised along the highway. it'd been about twenty minutes or so since he'd taken his first dose of pain meds and antibiotics. At some point he'd fallen asleep, but I wasn't exactly sure when. He'd gone silent after peppering me with questions about where and when we'd do some fetish-play together. Truth be told my cock has been a persistent problem so far this morning, and it feels as if I've spent a good half of our drive either fighting a hard-on or trying to control my anger at Lucas's sick-fuck-of-a-father.

I've never wanted to tase someone in the balls more than that man.

I spent the next fifteen minutes pondering how I could help Lucas, but knew my options were limited. I couldn't ask Lucas to stay with me, that would be odd–after all, we are both effectively strangers still, and something like that would be just... too much. If Lucas would just fess up, I could haul his shitty "dad" off to jail for a hot minute, he could press charges, but Lu isn't budging, so I'm back to square one. Does he have any friends he could stay with? I wondered, and planned to keep that option tucked into the back of my mind for the time being...

Sherman High soon came into view, and I slowed to turn into the parking lot. I decided to pull into a spot somewhat out of sight of the school's main doors. I didn't want to draw extra attention, or perhaps have the wrong pair of eyes spot us. If Lucas's father was as bad as I suspected he was, I didn't want to chance word getting back to him that his son was being ferried around by another guy. I let out a heavy exhale and turned my attention to the sleeping beauty in my passenger seat.

Lucas was truly beautiful, in a boyishly handsome sort of way. I'd not really gotten the chance to take in the rest of his appearance, outside of his injuries and mopey, yet ironically horny state of mind. I leant my head back and took just a moment to study him, deeply appreciating what I saw. The mess of waves and curls on his head... it looks unkempt, but at the same time visually pleasing. Bedhead on Lucas was beyond charming, and in a way, I was jealous, because my hair could never. His face is nuzzled against the window with both hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, every breath slow and even. It made my heart wince a bit to see him sleeping so peacefully in my car of all places. I'm still a stranger to him, yet he felt safe enough to fall asleep while under my care.

Just how volatile is his home, and how long has this abuse been going on?

I ran my hand down my face and thought. What would I do with Lucas, and how could I keep him safe? I don't know this young man well, but I surely can't in good conscience let him go home either after this... right?

Suddenly, he began to stir in the silence, no doubt missing the background hum of the engine. He squirmed a bit and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes rather aggressively. I smiled to myself at the sheepish look plastered on his face, and Lucas glanced around the cabin in confusion, almost as if he'd forgotten where he was for a moment.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty." I said, stifling a yawn of my own.

Lucas flushed, a soft rosy hue washing across his smooth, olive-toned skin. I took one last moment to admire his handsome face, his high cheekbones, and a definitive jawline I was far too tempted to run my fingertips across. There's a healing zit on his forehead, and a little acne scarring on his cheeks—the evidence of his youth there on his skin. I was once eighteen, too, complete with some zits and a bad attitude. Yet now at twenty-eight, those days felt like they could've been a lifetime ago, and the past ten years had passed by far too fast.