𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝐷𝑟 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛 ~ SAW 2004

☠︎︎ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟 ☠︎︎

"But, if I were to buy a new apartment. I don't know where I could find the money, yet alone pay rent and still have enough to survive." Adam continued. He was hinting for a roommate. A specific roommate. He knew Larry was going to get kicked out by Alison in about a weeks time, might aswell give him hints.

"Sounds like you need a roommate." Lawrence replied, not giving it any thought.

"That's not a bad idea, how long do you have until Alison kicks you out?" Adam asked, already knowing the answer.

"A week. Gives me little time to find something, but it's not like I need alot. I'll probably rent out a hotel room until I find one."

Adam rolled his eyes at the older gentleman's stupidity. TAKE. THE. HINT. The silence goes on for thirty seconds before he finally mentions it, "Stay with me."

"Adam, are you sure? We've only known each other for like- under a week."

"Larry, that doesn't matter. We're bonded for life, you saved me. And unless your going to be bringing over secretaries to fuck on the couch then I have no problem living together."

"If your so sure Adam, then I'd love to. And don't worry, I'm done with secretaries and affairs."
Lawrence reassured, 'I'd rather fuck you on the couch instead, but whatever.' Thought Lawrence.

He felt done with women. He always had gay urges and always wanted to go through with these... gay urges. But he never realised how serious they were until he had Diana. Because Alison spent so much time looking after her and Lawrence spent so much time at work, they just never had sex anymore.
He enjoyed sex, but not with Alison. He thought it was just her, hence he fucked his secretary. Nope, it's women. Despite his recent discovery he never got time to fully understand it, since the discovery he's been locked inside a bathroom and told he has to kill the handsomest man in front of him.
The only time he ever even realised his gay thoughts was when he was drunk with Alison at a party, he wasn't older then 20 when he made out with his bestfriend. Alison didn't even care, because she thought he was straight and was acting on drunk actions.

"Did Jigsaw scare you off?" Adam smirked.

"No, Adam. I feel bad about being a dick. I never meant to cheat on her, I don't know why I did." Lie, lie after lie, after lie. Why did he lie so much? Even the Doctor couldn't answer his own questions, only part of the lie was true. He did know why he cheated, but it was harder to admit then he wanted to.

Lawrence sighed, why does he get like this? He just wanted to change the topic back from his past, dream about his future a little.
"What would our dream apartment be?" He turned to Adam as he waited for an answer. But the boy sat in silence, tapping at his chin as he thought.

"Something with a bar and a outdoor hot tub, and one of those couches that dip into the floor and make a U-bend. A big master bedroom and a professional photography studio- oh! And a massive balcony to do weed on. Maybe a pool underneath so we can jump off and land in it!" He fantasised the apartment as Lawrence just starred in silence, taking in his features as he spoke, taking in all of Adam.

"And when your daughter comes to stay, we can get a water slide from the balcony into the pool. One of those good ones though that be-"

"When my daughter comes to stay?" Lawrence looks towards Adam, as the boy turned back towards them their eyes locked magnetically.
"Well yeah, obviously. Are you and Alison not doing shared custody?" He asked out of curiosity.

"We were once I found a place, I just didn't know you wanted her to stay with us. I mean- I know we just decided this on the spot but-"

"Lawrence, she's your daughter. I can't tell you that she can't stay over." Adam reached his hand down as he rested it on Lawrence's arm, rubbing it affectionately.

"It's just, your so young and alive Adam. You just said you wanted to do weed off of a balcony, thats not me. I don't want to hold you back, you have years until you decide to settle down. I don't want to burden you."

"Your no burden, Lawrence. Anyone would be grateful to even be in your presence, yet alone be living with you." He ran his hands through Larry's blonde, messy hair. He looks so unkempt that it was adorable. His hair was always slicked to the sides, but like this he was just so perfect. So humanely perfect.

"Besides, we don't have to actually have weed. You know I'm kidding when I say these things, right?" Adam smirked as he leaned off the bead, their foreheads held together as they looked into each others eyes.
"Yeah. Well, I might occasionally do weed with you." He smirked along as the two chuckled, a life living with Adam. Lawrence could get used to that.

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Adam ended up being discharged a day before Lawrence, the police dropped him off to his apartment as he couldn't drive. When he arrived home, he grabbed his baseball bat off the floor he left it on and locked the front door. After double checking everything in the apartment, he deemed himself somewhat safe. He dropped the bat on the kitchen countertop as he reached into the fridge.

You could tell it was a crappy fridge, the fluorescent shitty lights inside glowed and buzzed, an ongoing noise around the apartment that pierced Adam's ears. He pulled out a six-pack of beer as he reached for his laptop. It wasn't anything special and was a crappy Christmas gift from his teenage years. He was surprised it even worked still, especially after years of him not using it.

He spent hours on there, drinking beer after beer while listening to old CDs of rock bands, normally more metal like Slipknot or Korn but he has the occasional doses of glam rock, like Mötley Crüe or Kiss. Whenever he found an apartment he generally liked the look of that met his and Lawrences requests, he saved the link.

When the clock hit ten o'clock, he found atleast four that could work. He was hoping Lawrence would be well enough to come with him to any showings. As he pulled out his last beer, a notification popped up onto the screen. Adam suddenly remembered why he never used his laptop.

'Click Here To Watch Video!', was the caption. That should be warning enough. The short clip however was what he remembered usually came from these notifications.

A man was sat on the floor, his head rested against the naked thigh of another man as he gazed up at the other. He was face to face with the others dick. Adam's jeans gone tight as he noticed a tent pitched from his trousers, "Fuck it."
He cranked the music up as he clicked on the video, he'll probably get a thousand viruses from this.

Yet throughout the video, he couldn't stop thinking about the Doctor. How his messy blonde hair hung to his forehead , his grip on things when he moves around, his large body pressed against Adam's as they slept, his kiss to Adam's head in the bathroom. He was just, sexy. And then came those thoughts, of him and the secretaries. Adam was stood outside their hotel room that night, awaiting for Lawrence. He heard everything from them, his dirty words and the low groans he made.
Adam could only have wished that was him in there instead that night. Of course he doesn't condone cheating. But a night like that with Lawrence, it sounds perfect.

He could just imagine, when he moves into Adam's current apartment while they search. Lawrence pinning him against the wall as his body held tight onto the other. Adam wanted to feel all of him, his imaginary touch deep in his head. His large hands under Adam's thighs, squeezing him in an act of gentle lust. Him sliding his hands into Adam's jeans as he played with the hem of his boxers through slow moans. And then he moves it into the bedroom, where he presses his hands into his hips as hickeys form all over Adam's neck, all night he was soft with his kisses and soft with his touch. And then he starts off slow, their hips rolling against one another as he whispers slutty words through soft groaning. Their cocks pressed against the others as their hips grinded in a repeated fashion. And then as moans carry on they get hotter, impatient. Quicker, until they can't hold the pleasure anymore and Larry takes control.

Those large, caressing hands move from Adam's lifted hips. As he strokes them both off with his one hand. Now he was faster, much faster. As their breathing increase so did heartbeats and sloppy kisses.

Adam's groaning grows higher pitched as they transformed to moans as he came in his hands. His breathing was heavy as he slowed down from his high. The video finished a while ago, but he never payed attention. He looked around, embarrassed, though nobody is there and he knows that. Adam got out of his seat at the dining table (a table with books stuffed under the broken leg) as he left to clean himself up.