Page 27 of Sweet T

He’d done what his instincts had dictated—survival instincts. Only it wasn’t that dramatic, not at the time. It was kinda hot. Rick was flirting with him. Flirting back was the polite thing to do, right? Why not? Have some fun, give this guy his jollies in exchange for a ride. Was that so bad?

They had been driving off of the interstate for a good while, but Evan couldn’t remember the details as far as exit or highway numbers. Hell, he could barely remember Rick’s face, only that it had seemed ordinary, sexy, in a nerdy kinda way. Certainly not dangerous.

Certainly?

Rick had pulled over somewhere, and opened the back–yes, it was a dark-colored SUV with a hatchback–using it as an umbrella while he adjusted the seats to give them more room to lie down. Evan had joined him beneath the hatch, touching him from behind, turning him for a kiss. Rick pulled back, placing Evan’s hands on his crotch instead, his hardness.

They never made it to vertical together.

Evan unzipped Rick’s pants, squatted, and took Rick’s cock into his mouth. Evan’s eyes were closed, but when they did open, he distinctly remembered the rain spattering on the ground outside the periphery of their shelter beneath the hatch.

Suddenly, he was standing. Rick had raised him, bent him over the bumper, and yanked down his shorts. Evan remembered his face being flat against the surface of the vehicle’s interior–cold and hard even though it was fabric covered.

He felt a slick finger penetrate him, not lube, spit. Then more spit and two fingers probing, spreading him. Then, in no time at all, something larger breached, deeper. So deep.

Now there was weight on top of him. Rick entered him, driving hard, sandwiching Evan’s petite body between flesh and steel.

Seconds felt much longer. Evan kept telling himself over and over, it’s not that bad, you initiated this. Just get through it and we’ll be back on the road soon. It’s a small price to pay. You’ll be a little sore, that’s all.

And then Rick had seized, unloading hot torrents into Evan, driving mercilessly, pressing him harder into the SUV’s unyielding surface.

“There you go. Take it all, every last drop. Hell, maybe we’ll get married.”

And then it was over. Evan felt the cool air on his naked lower half when Rick backed off. He heard pants zipping. Evan pushed himself up.

“Now, turn around and let me see that pretty face.”

Evan did so, reaching down to pull up his shorts. That was the first blow. Rick backhanded him across the face.

“I didn’t say pull up your pants, did I?”

Evan let the shorts fall again, reaching to his face. “Please don’t–”

“Shut up! I just wanted to see your face one last time.”

Evan straightened, lowering his hands. He saw something in Rick’s eyes that wasn’t hatred but fear. It was only a glimpse before Rick punched him again, this time in the stomach.

“Don’t look at me!” he shouted.

Evan’s breath fled, and he fell forward to the ground, in the mud and gravel. He heard the SUV’s hatch close, felt the rain return, pelting his mostly naked body. He heard footsteps crunch near, sensing what was happening.

“No,” he murmured, standing, moving toward Rick’s departing figure, tripping in the shorts shackling him at the ankles, falling into him.

“What the–?”

Rick turned and hit him a second time in the face, this time in the mouth. Evan felt the flesh of his lip tear. He fell again.

“Just stay down there. This is over.”

Evan tried to get up. Rick kicked him.

“I said stay down.”

But Evan remembered the money, his bag, still in the car. He tried again to rise.

“You don’t listen. I said stay. The. Fuck. Down.” Rick punctuated each of the last four syllables with a kick.

Evan didn’t try to get up again. He curled his body protectively and stayed put.

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