Locked Away | DAMON BGT

The Last Time

Simon shrugs on his stomach, closing his eyes for the severe pain that filled all his senses. He thought he was going to faint, but somehow his mind kept warning him of things.
Like, for example, that someone was approaching him.

"You fucking thieves are nothing but fucking rats. Cowards who steal and flee, they only know how to flee."

The one lying on the floor grunts when he feels a kick in the back.

"But then you catch them, you leave them with no escape and they don't know what to do anymore, they just twist in their pain."

The well-heeled man takes Simon's hair and makes him lift his head. He does, and the two masculine glances meet: one full of hatred and revenge and the other without any emotion, not even fear.

"You shouldn't have messed with me, you idiot" a street light flashed the knife in the man's hand. Simon widens his eyes and his opponent cynically smiles, "London will sleep with one less thief tonight"

And the Cowell man, for the first time in his life, got scared. He was scared of dying, he was scared that he would never see David again if he surrendered now. So he gathered his strength and managed to move before the knife penetrated his abdomen, cutting instead part of the jacket.

"Bloody hell!" he tries again and Simon catches his wrist, stopping his movement.

They both pushed forward and when Simon's arm started to hurt, he stopped making force and rolled aside, all to avoid the attack. The partner saw fit to get into the conflict and threw himself on top of Simon. They began to fight, changing positions until the man in black clothes ends up bottom.

"Leave him to me, I must finish him off!" exclaims the armed madman, striding big towards them.

Simon just got up when a voice unrelated to the protagonists of the fight echoes all over the alley "Hello? What's going on there?!"

The man who once seemed capable of murder looks terrified and beckons his crime partner to escape, and so they do, running back into the light. The married man then relaxes his posture and lets out a sigh of pure relief.

"Hey, are you okay?" the opportune guy was a white, bald man.

Simon hugs him "thank you, thank you very much".
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The sound of the front door opening was for David like the touch of a defibrillator in his chest:
he jumps up, running to the entrance to meet the other man of the house, with his clothes soaked by the rain. He did not expect to see David, since it was very late.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're awake! Sorry, I was-mmmh"

The brown adult doesn't want to hear his excuses.
All his deep preoccupation of moments ago had turned into anger, so he silences his partner through a passionate kiss. Simon finds it hard to follow his rhythm, first because he was surprised that David was finally kissing him after a long time, and second, it was definitely a very needy and careless kiss.

"Just... just be quiet" demands David, reaching for his hand to take him to the room, leaving a trail of water behind them.

David turns to him and again possesses his lips, with the same intensity as before. His large hands left his cheeks and went down to his chest, where he began the process of removing his jacket and shirt.

Cowell didn't understand why that was happening, but he didn't complain. David's actions began to turn him on, to awaken his will to love more. Simon also wanted to touch him, but as soon as he began to do so, his lover took his hands away.

"Sit" pushes him to bed and removes his black pants, shoes and socks.

David makes him lie down and he positions himself on top of him, his big thighs capturing his body. He returns to his vice of kissing: he kisses his lips until he feels them swollen, kisses his neck, his chest; while palming him over his underwear.

"Hmm, David" Simon sighs his name, his hands get lost in his soft light brown hair.

Simon opens his eyes when he stopped and notices that David is looking at a part of his skin that was purple, probably due to some of the blows of his previous confrontation.

"Uh-uhm, this... is nothing, it was an accident-"

David closes his eyes tightly "just shut up Simon" he commands, his voice fluttering.

Then, the dominant of the situation gets rid of Simon's underwear and descends, making the black-haired man shiver with lust.

Sheridan's advice was taken that night.
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The morning light enveloped two blanket-covered bodies, entangled. The youngest of them had his nose buried in the birth of the other neck, and the tips of his fingers had fun making paths through the other's nice chest.

The other, despite being comfortable at his side and that his innocent caresses were numbing him, sighs and says:

"It's time"

He gets up.

"You don't have to do that," David says in a drowsy voice, watching from the bed how his beloved put on clothes.

"We talked about it, sweetheart, it's the last thing. When I get back, I'll lift up my company with the money and then we can go somewhere better."

"I don't want you to get hurt, like yesterday."
His eyes started tearing.

"It won't happen, trust me."

"I trust you, not the world, those who want to hurt you..."

Simon grimaces when he sees David about to cry and sits beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Don't cry babe. It's the last time, and I'll forget all that."

"Simon" his voice sounded more serious.

"Yes?"

"Decide: me or the money?"

He laughs "obviously you"

"Then don't go"

Simon bends over and leaves a long kiss on his forehead.

"I have to"

And with that, he's gone.
David stayed about an hour in bed, trying to sleep again, but the anxiety didn't allow that. Simon had given him details of that master plan with which they might make a lot of money, even where he will be, waiting to be called for reinforcements, but that mere information did not soothe David's troubled state.

He was damn afraid that something would happen to him and losing him. He couldn't stand it, he loved him too much in the name of everything.

And, motivated by that, he made an important and damaging decision: it may radically change his situations, deeply hurt, but he would take the risk for him, for his own good.

He dressed, made himself presentable and went out, determined to do something.