Rhett and link one shots

15. Casinoes and hotels

Words: 2311
Description: Rhett never really liked going out, but when on vacation in Las Vagas, his friends finally get to drag him out to a casino for his 40th birthday.
Charles' life has never really been good, growing up abused, losing his job, losing his house, being homeless. And with the little money he has, he spends it on alcohol.
Warnings: smut, profanity, possible hints of rape.

Rhett wandered through the casino, sitting down at the bar. He had just lost so much, again. He was never good at gambling, he didn't even like it. His friends had dragged him out for a game or two because it was his birthday and they were on vacation. But now, he barely had enough money for a drink.

He still bought one anyway, or at least tried too. The bartender refused. He turned around and was about to get up and find his friends, when someone fell into his lap. The guy standing behind the man had obviously shoved him. The bigger man growled at the two of them.

The man, still in Rhett's lap, seemed to be unconscious. Just as he started slipping to the ground, the guy reached forwards and harshly pulled the unconscious man off of him. He hauled him up by the shirt collar. Time froze for Rhett, everything was in slow motion. The only noise audible was the man's shoes scraping eerily against the floor as he was dragged away, into the darkest corners of the building, where no one could see him.

Rhett suddenly jumped up and ran to follow the burly man who had adducted the scrawny man from the bar. No one else seemed to notice or care about him, so Rhett decided he would. This man could be a husband or a father, and this guy was about to do god knows what to him, and no one cared to even blink an eye. Despicable.

When Rhett got through the crowd, he saw the guy had the unconscious man pinned against the wall. His head was fallen to one side. The guy was holding him up by one hand with a strong grip on his waist and the other on his sharp jaw, pulling his head back to place. The unconscious man's long dark hair was curling around his face and over his eyes as the guy shook his head.

"Wake up, whore!" The man shook him harder. Rhett cringed at the name calling, but decided to listen on. The man huffed and ran out of patience, as he struck the unconscious man's face. Once. Twice and his eyes started to flutter open. "Ah!" He jolted awake, freaked out that the man was so close to him.

"Hey, princess." The bigger man caressed his cheek. "Umm.." The smaller man blushed, trying to pull away, realising he couldn't. "H-hey! Get off!" The other man now had his arms pinned against the wall with one hand. "And why would I do that honey? When I could have a sweet little slut like yourself?" He trailed his hand down the man's shirt. He went red in the face.

"I-I'm not like that! I s-swear!" He struggled more. The bigger man brought his lips to Charles' ear. "I think you are. I think you want my pulsing cock ripping open that tight little ass of yours. Don't you, baby?" The man sensually whispered. The man grinded his hips up into his. Charles shuddered. "N-no! L-let me go!" He squirmed more, tears pricking at his eyes. The man chuckled and started to undo the top buttons of Charles' shirt.

"S-stop! I-I don't want t-this!" By now, tears were streaming down Charles' cheeks. "P-please stop.." He whimpered, screwing his eyes shut. The man had gotten his shirt fully unbuttoned and his jeans button undone, when suddenly his weight was lifted of off Charles and he could move.

He heard someone say something to the man. He came away from the wall and opened his eyes, seeing some stranger fighting the man, his saviour. The stranger was yelling at the man. "Fuck off! He said he doesn't want it!" The stranger was brave (or maybe foolish), cocky and extremely tall. He was taller then the man, but the man was very buff and had muscle mass on his side.