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What's New, Pussycat?	By : RobCo Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 1934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jeremy's head pounded as he opened his eyes. Instantly he wished he hadn't as it quickly became clear that he wasn't waking up from a pleasant nap. Instead, it looked like he got knocked unconscious. Or he just slept on a very hard pillow. But because his hands were tied and he was on his knees it was fairly obvious that the former was reality instead of the later. With the strength of ten newborn puppies, Jeremy tried to free himself from his restraints. And in the progress of it he made some noise. Enough to alert the ones who did this to him.
''Guess who's waking up over here?'' Said a voice in front of him. And slowly Jeremy raised his head to see three men standing in front of him. A guy with a handlebar mustache, a man with a Mohawk and last a gentleman in a ridiculously Checkered coat. By the looks of it they were up to no good and Jeremy started to fear for his life. While he tried to keep up a brave face he was sure he was failing. So he thanked his lucky star that he was wearing a helmet with a built-in mask before he started to question to himself why he tried to look brave in the first place.
Jeremy watched as the man in the checkered coat took a drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground. ''Time to cash out.'' He said as he puts the cigarette out with his foot. The look on the faces of the guys next to him told Jeremy all that he needed to know. It told him that he was going to die tonight. And if handlebar had his way he would've been dead already, as he looked the most impatient out of the three of them.
''Would you get it over with.'' Said Handlebar impatiently, which only confirmed what Jeremy was thinking. He could feel his heartbeat beat faster and he thought about that soon he wouldn't have one anymore.
Checkered coat raised his hand as a signal for Handlebar to shut up. ''Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?'' He asked as he looked Jeremy in the face. Not eyes, as Jeremy was still wearing his helmet. But something told him that he wasn't wearing it for long. More so when Checkered suit started to walk closer to him. And even more when he stoop to eye level.
''Now let's get this helmet off shall we.'' When he heard the words he didn't even think about fighting him. Instead, he froze up in fear as he felt hands remove his mask. It's been awhile since he removed it. As it seemed that nobody took him seriously when he wasn't wearing it. It also brought a lot of unwanted attention. And while free drinks were nice, it didn't compensate for the way those hungry stares made him feel like a piece of meat.
The cold air hit his face when Checkered coat removed his precious helmet. Not even a second later he could swear he heard someone's breath hitch. ''Come on open your eyes.'' He heard. Confusion rose before it quickly ran away. As he realized he had closed his eyes in fear. Slowly he opened them and as slow as he did so fast he regretted it. Because now he was face to face with his soon to be murderer.
But surprisingly instead of a cold stare, the way the man in front of him looked at him was almost... lovingly. Not the way you would expect someone to look at you before killing you. And while he could clearly see some lust in those eyes, which scared him as much as it surprised him, it wasn't like those hungry stares that made him hide in that helmet in the first place.
''Now why oh why would you hide this pretty face?'' Checkered coat whispered so only Jeremy could hear. Jeremy could feel his face heat up and despite the cold night air he started to feel warm. As soon as a blush graced his face a smirk graced the lips of the man in front of him.
''Why don't you two grab a drink at that saloon we just passed.'' And while it was directed at the two men behind him, Checkered coat refused to break eye contact with Jeremy. Handlebar and Mohawk shared a look before looking at the back of Checkered coat's head. And as time slowly passed but footsteps were nowhere to be heard Checkered coat knew they haven't left. ''Don't worry, we'll join you two soon. I just want to talk to him in private first.'' The use of the word we confused the other three. But none of them were going to argue with him. Jeremy because it sparked a spark of hope that he might get out alive and Handlebar and Mohawk didn't ask because even though they would never admit it out loud, they were intimidated by him.
The softer the footsteps of Handlebar and Mohawk got the harder Jeremy's heartbeat went. For some reason being alone with the man in front of him was a lot scarier than the three of them together. Whether that was because of the way he looked at him was something Jeremy wasn't sure if he wanted to know. But there wasn't any time to figure that out, as he heard the other starting to talk.
''Sorry you got twisted up in this scene.'' And while his voice was sounded sincere Jeremy wasn't sure if he could believe it. And because he got so used to wearing a helmet he didn't try to cover up his suspicion. Only when Checkered coat smiled in amusement did he try to keep a straight face.
''My name is Benny. The one with the Mohawk is named Jessup and the other one is McMurphy.'' He said while untying Jeremy. If it wasn't for the pounding in his head Jeremy would've fled the second those ropes left his wrists. But the way his head felt and the way he was so surprised kept him grounded to his spot.
''What's your name, baby?''
Jeremy was glad that his face was red already or the blood rushing to his face would've knocked him out. ''M-my name is Jeremy, sir.'' Was his stuttered reply after a couple seconds of dead silence. For some reason the way Benny called him baby caught him off guard. Even though it shouldn't as he was quite used to strangers giving him pet names. But it never affected him the way it does now. Whether it was because of the fear of dying or because Benny was handsome was a question for another day. Especially since there wasn't enough time to think about how wrong it was that he considered his could be murderer attractive.
The smile on Benny's face turned into an amused smirk as he heard Jeremy stutter. ''No need to be shy, baby. It's just the two of us.'' And while Benny's voice was trying to be soothing, it was anything but.
Seconds passed but instead, it felt like a century has passed since anyone has said anything. Jeremy hasn't said anything because he didn't know what to say. While Benny was content with staring at the pretty face in front of him. But both of them knew that the silence had to be broken eventually. And both of them were happy with it, although each with their own reason.
''Are you going to kill me?'' Jeremy asked. Surprising both himself and Benny. Although Benny shouldn't be, as it was quite obvious what the biggest threat in this situation was.
''Of course not, baby.'' Benny answered. The second those words were released into the world Jeremy's face lightened up. He was sure he never smiled as wide as he did right now. For some reason, Jeremy didn't doubt Benny for a second. Maybe because he wanted it to be true so badly that he just couldn't think about anything else.
The smile on Jeremy's face was heartwarming and it almost made Benny feel guilty about what he almost did and what he was going to do. With the keyword being almost since he was still going to do it.
''Try not to smile so wide, baby. You might break your mouth.'' Benny teased light-heartedly. Making sure that Jeremy knew that he was just joking. But as soon as he said that he regretted it because Jeremy stopped smiling wide and he couldn't help but miss that smile already. But maybe it was for the best, as he wasn't done talking yet.
''I never said you didn't have to earn your right to life.''
While Jeremy was disappointed, he wasn't surprised. Less than five minutes ago he thought he was going to die. But suddenly out of the blue, his would be murderer took pity on him. That sounded weird even to him. So he nodded in understandment. He would do anything to get out of this situation alive.
The way Jeremy nodded his head brought a sparkle to Benny's eyes. The young man was so eager to say yes that it was endearing. Of course, he hasn't told the other what he wanted from him so that eagerness could disappear as soon as it appeared. That's why Benny took his sweet time before asking Jeremy what he wanted from him.
''I want you to suck me off.''
Just seven simple little words, that on their own meant nothing, were enough to set Jeremy's face up in flames. Or at least it felt that way. Because of how warm he felt he almost started hyperventilating. But instead, he started to take fast and shallow breaths. To try to calm himself down.
The blush on Jeremy's face and neck was a welcome surprise to Benny. The fast and shallow breaths were not, however. It almost made him panic if it wasn't for the fact that Jeremy calmed himself down. Normally he would've demanded an answer by now, but since he wanted to make a good impression on him he decided to bite his tongue.
With frequent pauses and stuttering on Jeremy's part, you could compare this conversation to a broken tape. And as unexpected as always Jeremy broke this little pause.
''I'm a virgin, sir.''
Just four simple little words, that on their own meant nothing, were enough to bring a smile to Benny's lips. The thought of being his first send a spark to his groin. But it also meant that he was getting nothing tonight. Because while Benny might be a lot, he was nothing if not a gentleman.
''A pretty thing like you? Surely that's a lie, right?'' Benny teased lightheartedly. As the blush on the other's face was enough evidence that the younger man wasn't lying. He just wanted to see if that blush had reached maximum redness yet.
Quickly Jeremy shook his head. He would never lie, and especially not about something like this. ''No, sir.'' Was his short and fast answer. And he realized that maybe he wasn't willing to do everything to get out alive.
A soft chuckle passed Benny's lips as he heard Jeremy's answer. It was exactly what he expected it to be. ''No need to call me sir, baby. Save it for the bedroom.'' He teased softly. Not done yet with trying to find the maximum redness a human being could be. So he gently helped Jeremy standing up without saying a word before placing his arm around his shoulders.
When he felt Jeremy tense up he patted his shoulder softly. ''Don't worry, baby. I remember the time I got my first blowjob as if it happened yesterday. I know first times are important and you certainly don't want to give yours in this filthy cemetery do you, babe?'' The question was a rhetorical one as Benny quickly continued with talking. ''No you deserve better than that,'' Benny said softly as he leaned his head towards Jeremy.
Jeremy smiled as he heard Benny talking. But this time he didn't raise up his hopes as before. Which was good too because not even a second later Benny dropped the bombs.
''That's why you're going home with me.''
Silence settled in for the millionth time and all the blood rushed away from his face. Dread settled in and he was too afraid to ask what the other meant with that.
''I want your first time to be good. No, better than that. It has to be perfect. And that certainly isn't going to happen here.''
It didn't take a genius to understand what Benny was saying and Jeremy didn't like it one bit. While it was true that he considered Benny attractive, that didn't erase the fact that they were just strangers. And if Jeremy had his way he wouldn't lose anything to the checkered coat wearing stranger. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't his choice.
Benny could feel Jeremy tense up again. As he let out a soft chuckle he moved his mouth near Jeremy's ear.
''Don't worry, babe. It's going to be perfect.''
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