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Adam sat back at his desk and rolled his eyes at some customer talking to the clerk next to him. He had taken this job because he figured it would be easy and quiet.
It was neither. He was always dragging around boxes and boxes of books, constantly rearranging them, reorganizing, and replacing them. When he wasn’t lifting something he was having to help someone who shouldn’t have needed help in the first place, or arguing with someone over why there was a charge on their account. He hated that part of his job, but it wasn’t all bad.
His mood was instantly brightened as he watched Sherlock walk past the counter and to his usual table in the back corner of the library. He came here all the time, after school, on the weekends, basically all day every day he got a chance. Adam remembered being what he guessed was his age, 15 or 16, he wasn’t certain, but he remembered going out, and being with friends, being with his girlfriend at the time.
He laughed to himself, remembering girls. Oh, that was a weird time in his life. He had been watching the boy for a while and now that school had begun and the boy was in the library more often he decided that he was done with the gorgeous tease being so quiet and mysterious. He was going to do something, even if it was just to see more of his pretty face. He got up, and narrowly avoided a customer coming up, who thankfully, got in line quietly for the other clerk.
Stalking over to the small boy he smirked to himself. He looked so innocent, it was endearing, and he hated it.
“Hey Sherlock,” he said grinning down at him. “Now what’s a pretty boy like you doing this weekend? Loads of parties I bet.” He was already imagining the fun things they could do. The things he was going to show him.
Sherlock Holmes glanced up from The Encyclopedia of Neuroscience; Volume Four, with a start.
“A-Adam, oh, hey.” The boy fidgeted with his sleeve and chewed on his lip. He could compute all the formulas involved in standard quantum physics with ease, solve doctorate level maths equations in his head while reading poetry and deduce whether or not any random person walking down the street is single in under a minute. What he could not fathom however, was why Adam, Mr. Tall Dark and Gorgeous himself, was over here asking about his weekend plans and calling him pretty.
“Hey.” The nineteen year old responded, quieter this time, he got a bit closer and sat against the table he was at, crossing his legs, giving Sherlock his full attention.
“So…” Adam paused for a moment, “What are you doing this weekend? Because there’s this party that I would love to take you to, I think you’d have a great time. I know I’d love it if you were there.” He said smiling down at the boy. He was so cute, Sherlock, how he seemed almost nervous. It gave Adam a power he shouldn’t have, one not many people gave him, but this small boy, this precious small child was about to hand over a signed ticket for his life and Adam was just waiting for the moment he got his hands on it.
Sherlock hadn’t noticed that the older teenager had been lowering his voice as he spoke to the point where his last words were practically murmured. The boy also had not realized that in response he had been leaning towards the other and became suddenly aware of their close proximity.
“Uh, I-I wouldn’t know anyone.. And parties are not.. Rather, I’m not... I don’t know..” The boy trailed off, his eyes shifting around the room attempting to stare at anything other than the intensity building in eyes of the stunning man in front of him.
Adam glanced around and leaned in even closer, speaking almost directly in his ear, softly, so as not to scare the poor thing too bad,
“I really would love for you to come…” He leaned back, and looked the kid up and down, not even trying to hide it.
“I’m going to go for a smoke, if you wanted to join me. You smoke right?” He asked standing up from the table looking like he was about to go. He knew this kid just needed to let loose, and once he did he’d be a lot happier. Taking a step to head away he looked one last time, giving him the most charming smile he had.
Sherlock’s lip was close to splitting with how anxiously the boy had been biting it. No, he did not smoke, but sometime he has got to branch out and try new things right? How bad is smoking really anyways, and Adam always looks straight up divine when he smokes. The boy looked down at his book, his lightly shaking hands, then back up to Adam’s grinning face. How could following anyone who looks like that possibly end in anything but a good time. The child silenced his ever-rational mind for once and flipped the encyclopedia shut. Standing with touch more confidence than the minimal amount he actually had, Sherlock tentatively smiled back and walked up to the other boy.
Adam’s grin reached shit-eating new heights as he looped a long arm around the 15 year old’s skinny shoulders and guided him out of the library.
They made their way out to the back of the building, where he usually went to smoke. No one ever went around there, and the ‘no smoking’ sign amused him. He let go of the boy and pulled his pack and lighter out, starting his own, he gave Sherlock one, putting his pack away. After he had taken his initial drag, he basically moaned as he blew it out, and looked over at the kid.
“Let me get that for you, pretty boys never light their own cigarettes.” He said and moved to stand close, blocking the wind with his body. It was an unnecessary move, but it was one that was sure to get to the boy, so he smirked as he stood close. Lighting the cigarette he watched Sherlock as he took the first hit. He hadn’t bothered to step back as he took another deep breath from his own cigarette and blew the smoke upwards, enjoying watching Sherlock, a smug expression on his face.
The younger boy had always imagined smoking for the first time would result in a succession of coughing fits, yet as he let the toxins fill his lungs all he felt was a strange relief. Sure, it burned a little, but it was more pleasant than anything. Most importantly his buzzing thoughts were absent, he was no longer shaking, with distant surprise the boy realised that he was the calmest he had ever felt. Sherlock opened his eyes and it was like breathing in fresh air for the first time, like ice, the perfect cup of coffee and a blanket all at once. He glanced up, remembering he had company, company which he suspected had been edging closer as he devoured his first cigarette. Adam even smelled incredible. The boy was unfathomably pleased with the little stick of cancer quickly dying in his hand, he found that he was no longer petrified in the towering man’s presence. He inhaled again to steady himself adequately, “So, where is this party this weekend?”
“My friend’s a house, over off of Lane St. He has a house out there, and some land, so we can do what we want. I'd love for you to come...it would make me so…” he bit his lip tilting his head back as he let out some smoke. “happy.” He said looking back at him picking his bottom lip as he watched Sherlock move. It was almost time for him to go back in and back to work, but he really didn't want to. He wanted to stay here and pin Sherlock to the wall, see what kind of fun noises he made, the faces he made.
The nicotine was clearly beginning to affect his better judgement and Sherlock found himself compelled to do whatever Adam wanted and he nodded up at the other boy, agreeing to meet him at the party on Saturday.
Adam had arrived early, not planning on leaving at all. He had already done three shots, and was feeling good. The party started about half an hour ago, which was right on track, sense he told Sherlock it started later than it had. He was setting up the back table, not paying attention to his phone, missing the vibration that told him Sherlock had texted him. He was helping some girl set up a mini drink station. The younger sister of one of his friends. She was a bit younger than Sherlock, a year or two maybe, but damn, if he still liked girls...he bit his lip, watching her bend over when he heard some of his friends hollering making a racket. The good kind, that said there was a fight, or something even better, so he left the back room, lighting a cigarette as he went.
When he got to the front, he was hidden behind a small wall the house had, but he could see everything going on. His friend, Sam, had Sherlock up against the wall, one hand next to his head, one hand on his jaw.
“I thought you wanted to go to the big kid party, baby boy? You gotta pay the fee.” he said, dipping his head to run his tongue over a small bit of his neck. It was amusing, but that was enough.
“Hey!” He yelled, jumping over the counter, taking a drag from his cigarette as he went over and pushed Sam back in a typical ‘back off’ move. Even though the two were practically best friends they had fought a few times before, but the party had just started and he knew neither of them would want to ruin the mood.
“Hands off guys, this one’s mine.” He said moving to grab Sherlock’s wrist and pull him to his side quickly, an arm around his neck, as he walked Sherlock away from the small crowd that had gathered.
“Sorry about them, they are just a bunch of creeps.” He said loudly, before he stopped them in the kitchen for a drink, as he was having a different girl, one his age make Sherlock something he leaned in, standing behind him, speaking quietly in his ear, unlike what Sam had done earlier.
“You look so sexy tonight.” he said, but didn't move back, moving Sherlock so he was pressed up against him, I'm a protective stance, despite being behind him. He smiled and thanked the girl for Sherlock and then turned to have him follow to a quieter room in the back.
The younger boy was still shaken from the actions and leering faces of the other boys. A part of him though enjoyed the attention, even if the thought of what that guy would have done to him had Adam not made an appearance sent a chill across his skin.
Adam kicked the door shut behind them then sprawled out on a ratty couch in the corner, patting the cushion beside him. When Sherlock took a seat he was presented with a cigarette before he had a chance to ask for one, and took it gladly. Adam scooted in close to light it up for him and didn’t move away in the slightest afterwards.
Once again the nicotine did wonders for Sherlock’s mood and nerves, and after a particularly deep drag the boy had to bite back a groan on the exhale. When he had finished he remembered his drink and grabbed it from the floor beside him for a tentative taste. It was awful, nauseating and even the smell made his eyes water. Sherlock coughed slightly and Adam laughed, smiling down at the boy.
“Maybe drinking’s not your thing. Hey, wanna try something really fun though? If you like the cigs this much, I know you’re gonna love it.” Without waiting for a response, he lifted his tall figure from the couch and took a seat at the desk.
Sherlock sat up curious as to this “fun” new activity. Adam reached for his wallet and from it took out a card, a note and a little baggie of white powder, oh. Sherlock knew about drugs, he could recite all the statistics and health factors, but even given all that the boy couldn’t bring himself to care. In fact he found that he was actually intrigued and excited.
He watched, fascinated, by the actions of Adam’s long slender fingers. He was mesmerized by their ease and confidence, making a series of 8 little white lines. Then the note was rolled up and the nineteen year old bent over the surface and moved gracefully over 2 of the lines, inhaling sharply and sitting back in the chair bliss written all over his features. Barely moving the rest of his body, Adam rolled his head around and turned to glance slightly at Sherlock.
“Get over here, Gorgeous.”
Sherlock stood on slightly wobbly legs and crossed the room. He was unsure of what to do next but gasped when Adam grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into his lap.
“It’s easy,” He coaxed, lips brushing Sherlock’s ear. “Take this, and just inhale through your nose.” He moved back to let him try, before he suddenly grabbed his neck, pulling him back, against his chest, “just don’t fuck my lines up.” he almost growled and then let go, kissing his cheeks. The kid was a genius, so surely he could handle snorting a bit of coke.
With hands shaking from not only anticipation, Sherlock leaned f
orward and eyed the little white piles. He lined up the makeshift straw and took in the drug before he let himself actually think about what he was doing. It was not an unpleasant feeling but he found himself holding the back of his hand to his nose as his body instantly began to process the chemical. Bitterness ran down his throat numbing everything in its wake, the air seemed to sharpen and Sherlock felt like until now he had never properly used his lungs. It was like a liquid confidence and joy flowing around his veins, all his limbs felt heavy but he also felt like he could float away. Adam’s chest was solid and burning against him as he felt himself sink back into the other boy.
“That was so sexy…” he said in his ear, letting his eyes fall closed. After some shots, and a few lines he felt good. He knew Sherlock would be too. He took the dollar bill from him, and did two more lines, evening out sides. He smiled as he pulled up and groaned.
“Fuck!” he yelled suddenly. Wrapping an arm around sherlock’s waist he smiled big and knowing.
“That feels so good. See, this is where you belong, right here in my lap, doing my coke. Such a good look for you.” he said and kissed him, leaning in, putting one hand in his hair, so he could hold his head in place. This was Adam’s kiss, he was in charge, and he had to make sure Sherlock, and anyone watching knew it.
He then pushed Sherlock off of him, standing up, hooking a finger in his belt loop and turned to walk off, pulling Sherlock with him out into the main room, they had held the chair captive long enough, and the only other people that would do his coke, had chipped in, so it was alright. They knew what would happen if they did all of it, but he was generous. If they helped buy it they could have some. He was nice like that.
When they got to the main room he moved and held Sherlock against him again, but letting him move a bit. Everyone around them was dancing and he was living the energy, thriving off of the heartbeats.
The boy leaned back into him not entirely sure his legs would support him fully. Sherlock had never felt this warm, calm, happy. He found that he had trouble forming full thoughts as he tried desperately to wrap his brain around the experience he had just had. It was not as though the older boy had not let on about his desire for Sherlock, but the boy just could not understand how anyone, let alone a guy like Adam would want his skinny, nerdy self. As the hypnotic music and infectious carefree atmosphere continued to climb however, Sherlock found himself forgetting everything and not giving a single fuck that he had stopped being able to think straight. All he cared about now was Adam’s body behind him, his hands running up and down his sides slowly, and the cocaine taking control.
Adam felt the kid move, working their bodies together. He was right about this being the perfect scene. He was right about wanting Sherlock. He was always right. After a while he got tired of being surrounded, and took Sherlock’s arm, guiding him back out to a different room. This one had a bed on it and Adam laid down, pulling Sherlock with him. He put his arm around him this time, keeping him close.
“What do you say baby. Like all this?” He asked, leaning in and kissing at his neck. He knew he could make Sherlock feel good, but he wanted Sherlock to /want/ Adam to make him feel good.
“All you gotta do is say the magic word, and I'll take care of you. Always.” he said in his ear, as his hand moved to run his back under his shirt, and down to grab his ass pulling him in closer. His other hand went to tug on his hair, making them maintain eye contact. Waiting for the answer was the hard part.
Sherlock felt as though he was on autopilot, like he was watching some scene from a movie play out. He honestly had never thought much about sex but now faced with a very real situation involving a very attractive man with some very effective drugs racing through his body the boy decided to go with it. He shut his eyes for a moment trying to figure out what to do but they shot open again and a whimper fell from his mouth when Adam sharply tugged on his hair, growing impatient. Sherlock shivered as he stared up into the other boy’s lust blown eyes and nodded shakily.
“That’s not what I asked for…” Adam said, tugging on his hair more, he tilted his head back, rolling them over so he was on top, resting on his forearms, this meant both hands were free to run through Sherlock’s curls. Another reason he loved them so, they were shaggy, which hid the fact that they were the perfect length to grab onto. Holding tightly, folding Sherlock’s head back all the way so he could start biting at his neck with full access he growled this time.
“What do you say?” He he was not going to ask again, his legs resting on either side of the kid, he was completely held down by Adam, and he loved that.
“I-ah-” Sherlock’s breath caught in his lungs as Adam rolled his hips suddenly. “I -yes.” Adam moved again, with far more force and at the same time pulled his hair and bit down at the pit of Sherlock’s throat. “I-” The boy saw spots dance in his vision and any semblance of rational thought flew out of his head.
Adam laughed against his neck as his voice dropped a couple of levels. If he was sober he would have found a nicer way to say it, but he was comfortable, and Sherlock needed to learn.
“I'm not asking for your permission.” he said and bit down hard, in the spot on the bottom of his neck, a bit above his collarbone, preparing for the wonderful mark that would show everyone even after that he belonged to Adam. He sucked hard, not giving the skin a break. He had always liked things a bit rough, and he was irritated that Sherlock was taking so long to understand.
The boy arched uncontrollably below Adam, he was so lost, so out of his depths, but something instinctual clicked as the older boy’s teeth nearly broke the skin.
“P-please..” Sherlock whimpered out almost too softly for Adam to hear and certainly too softly for his taste, he knew the younger boy could scream. There was no compassion when he grabbed Sherlock’s jaw and forced his head to the side biting down brutally on the softest part of his neck. At the same time he reached around and grabbed his ass and ground down onto the boy with unrelenting pressure.
“PLEASE,” Sherlock gasped out, his shaking voice finally ringing out into the dark room. His hands clung to Adam’s back and couldn’t suppress the shudders that wracked his small body.
“That's my baby.” he moaned softly as he moved to kissing lightly, he didn't want to freak the poor kid out. He then took his hands and pulled his shirt off.
“Mine.” was all he said softly over and over as he kissed down his chest, and then back up, rolling them over and kissing Sherlock deeply. He pulled back, holding his head by his hair.
“With me baby?” He asked smirking, not really caring either way. He wanted to get off, and then do another line. He moved the boy slowly downward. If he had learned anything it was that Sherlock wasn't used to this sort of thing, so he would have to be blunt.
“Suck me off, I know you want to baby boy.” He said looking down at him, biting his lip as he watched Sherlock, the poor kid look like a deer in headlights. He loved it, groaning he threw his head back, and kept moving Sherlock farther down.
When the kid was eye level with Adam’s belt he felt the older boy sharply tug at his hair to inspire movement. Sherlock eyed the extremely evident bulge under the fabric and attempted to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Adam rolled his eyes and decided to at least undo his belt for the kid to speed things up, he would get plenty of time to practice later.
The boy peered up at him with slightly parted lips and eyes wide, just the image of the boy so innocent and vulnerable made him groan with need, a need for his dick to be between those lips immediately.
“As soon as we’re done we’ll do another line baby, okay, just come on. I know you’re smart, show me.” His words were encouraging but his eyes were dark, he was tired of this game, soon enough Sherlock would be trained, but the process of getting there was so tiring.
The boy’s hands shook but the thought of the sweet bliss of cocaine sang to him and he reached out to tug down Adams trousers and pants. He only paused for a moment at the sight of the older boy’s leaking dick, it was after all the first encounter with another person’s sexual organs Sherlock had ever had. Taking a deep breath the fifteen year old pushed aside his nerves and dipped his head down to capture the tip between his lips.
Adam hissed in approval and tangled his fingers into the boy’s black curls again. Encouraged, Sherlock wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke in a twisting manner while the other boy guided his head lower groaning.
Sherlock found himself being able to consciously relax his jaw and fight the instinct to gag and cough as he took more and more of the cock into his mouth with each bob of his head. They both reached a rhythm and Sherlock swirled his tongue around the head.
Adam bucked up into his mouth, this time causing the small boy to choke at the sudden movement. He quickly found he could not lift off at all however so relief was out of the picture. Besides, Sherlock desperately wanted to impress Adam so he breathed through his nose steadily and moved both hands to bed on either side of Adam’s hips and did his very best to stimulate what he could while the older boy began to fuck his throat.
“Fuck, for a fucking virgin you’re a natural. Ugh. You’re lips were born to have my dick between them.” Adam slammed the boy’s head down till he was almost entirely inside and felt Sherlock’s throat convulse and attempt to swallow around his cock. He looked down at the boy and saw him struggling, but taking what Adam had to give, and enjoying it. He pulled on his curls again, and felt his nose against him, and saw the boy start to squirm. Surely his air supply was diminishing, and panic would set in soon, it always did their first time. He kept him there, for a moment before pulling him completely off.
“What do you say?” he asked holding his jaw tight, seeing if Sherlock really could be good.
“...P-Please.. Please I want it.”
Adam groaned and nodded as he shoved Sherlock back down on his cock, reveling in the sound he made going down. He couldn't wait to see what kind of noises Sherlock would make riding his dick, but all he needed right now was watch those lips move around him, and Sherlock accept this, for him to come. Letting his head fall back, his grip iron in his hair, as he held him there, forcing him to swallow it all, keeping him there until he was finished. He let go finally, and pushed him off his dick, and then moved his hands up to his own face, panting as he smiled.
“Good boy.”
Adam sat up, sighing, he was content. Looking to Sherlock he reached over and kissed him deeply before he separated them and stood up. Adam didn't do anything lightly, there was no light touches, or forehead presses, when he was done with the kiss he was done, and that’s something Sherlock would get used to.
He fixed up his pants and walked out of the room and into the other.
“Move!” He yelled at some kid at his table, the kid he clearly already had some so he didn't feel bad, wouldn't have either way, but at least this way he didn't have to listen to this loser complain. He then sat back down, cleaning up his lines a bit as he did his, and took Sherlock into his lap again, letting him do his line as he ran his hands up and down his sides.
The night was a success. There was drinking, smoking, everyone danced, and got laid, or at least got off. Adam watched Sherlock throughout the rest of the party, pleased with himself.