Page 23 of Missing Piece
“We’re in the middle of a fucking cornfield, who the Hell am I going to tell?” Adam asked quietly. He meant to put more force behind it. He wanted to be angry. At Vincent. At his captivity. At his stupid fucking dick not understanding that he was cozied up next to a blood-drinking monster.
“We’ll need to go into town eventually,” Vincent said. “We only keep so much human food in the house.”
“You want to take me grocery shopping?” Adam asked incredulously. “Seriously?”
Vincent shrugged. “If you stay on your best behavior.”
“I don’t know how to feel about that,” Adam said as he glanced down at his lap. The bulge in the blanket was visible, and suddenly he wasn’t sure if he had said those words to Vincent or his own dick. He shifted, trying to subtly bunch the blanket at his hips to put more pleats in the part over his lap until he could talk his brain into making the damn thing go away.
Think about anything else. Withdrawals. Vomiting. Headaches. The weirdly rosy cheeks on the cherub of the judge at the plea bargain. Your stump. What the prosthetic smells like if you don’t sanitize it. The car accident…
He closed his eyes.Okay, maybe not that last one. That might be worse than dealing with a confused boner.He stared out at the cornfield, focusing on the shadow of a tree in the distance. So what would the new plan be?
He still had to wait for the right moment to free himselffrom the cuff, but once he found his foot, what then? If all four of them were gone, then the cars on the property would be gone. Maybe there was a bike somewhere on the property? Hell, he could probably figure out how to drive a tractor if he needed to.
“I should take you back inside,” Vincent’s voice cut through his train of thought. He sounded…gentle. Almost like he was concerned for a friend.
Maybe he had been hangry before.
Adam stayed locked on the tree. “Can we stay out here a little longer?” he asked. He didn’t actually want to stay out there. He could plan his escape back in the room, but standing up right now meant Vincent would absolutely see how hard he was. For some reason, that felt like admitting defeat. To what, he had no idea. He just knew he didn’t want to do it.
The silence lingered heavy in the air between them. Despite the deep chill in the air, Adam’s face was still hot. Terribly hot. His scalp itched as it began to perspire.You wouldn’t feel like this with a handful of oxy. You could ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there. Be too high to notice it.He balled his fists at his side.
He had found a lot of excuses in the past to use. Needing it to relax. To get excited. To suppress bad memories. To try and taper himself off the pills (which always ended in him doing the same amount or more). But never once had he tried to convince himself to start popping pills to get rid of an erection. So, he had to hand it to his lizard brain on coming up with that one. That might be the dumbest reason yet.
“It’s quiet out here,” Adam said, needing to break thesilence. To put something else in his head other than weird ruminations and pills. Hell, even another punch to the gut would probably be pretty effective. When push came to shove, he could tank another body blow if it meant not thinking.
“Mhm,” was the only sound Vincent made.
Adam frowned. He hoped Vincent would say more, maybe even mock him. Then he’d be able to think about something else. He glanced at Vincent, his eyes widening once he realized what the what he was staring at.
Vincent stared directly at Adam’s bulge, two of his fangs digging into his lower lip and trickling blood down his chin.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Adam snapped, fixating out on the tree again as he ground his molars. He waited for the laughter. The teasing. Something that was going to embarrass him.
“Do you want help with that?”
A strangled sound escaped him, but he refused to look at Vincent again. He couldn’t. “What?” Adam asked as the rest of him burned with embarrassment.What the fuck?
Vincent’s lips brushed against his ear, making him shudder. “I can help you with that,” he whispered.
Adam swallowed hard again. “I-I don’t understand,” he stammered. He understood perfectly. He just didn’t want to give Vincent any clue that he would consider the offer. He was out of his mind. Only in his current state of…whatever this was would he consider letting a literal monster touch him like that.
“Yes, you do. You’ve done me a favor tonight, why don’t I do one for you?” Vincent’s grip on his shoulder tightened. His other hand squeezed Adam’s thigh.
This is a bad idea.He had a backup plan of something sexual happening between them as a means of escape, but he didn’t imagine it happening like this. He was supposed to be the one making the moves, not Vincent. But with his cock leaking in his boxer briefs and his entire body a raw nerve, he was suddenly very aware of his lack of control in the situation. And God, how long had it been since he had someone touch him like this? Like they actually wanted him?
Realistically, he knew doing anything with Vincent was a terrible idea. A horrible idea. Tempting though it may have been. Even if he was hard. Even if every other part of him wanted to say yes. “This is a bad idea.”
“Yes, it is, but you want me to touch you, don’t you? I can smell it on you,” Vincent whispered, almost like a purr. “I can make you feel so fucking good.”
Adam gasped as Vincent’s blunt teeth nibbled at his earlobe. His entire body was screaming at him to give in, to stop fighting and let Vincent do what he wanted. Let him touch him and give him the release he wanted. He closed his eyes as Vincent pulled at the blanket tucked beneath his arms.
“Do you want me to do that? Make you feel good?” His voice dripped like honey onto Adam’s skin.
I can spin this. I can gain his trust and then find a way out. That’s what I’m doing. So, it’s okay to say yes.The muscles in his abdomen spasmed as Vincent continued to move the blanket down at an agonizingly slow pace.
It didn’t matter. Not to his dick at least. The air wasn’t even cold anymore. Vincent’s touch set him on fire and he was about to let himself burn just so he could cum.
