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By : Amos
Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill
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WARNING: Sensual content
Chapter Ten
Joshua's only excuse to Adam was that his father had overlooked him. It wasn't believable in the slightest, but Joshua was okay with that. Because he didn't really know what else he should have done in the moment of interrogation. When Adam left him to eat dinner with Lillian, because she had waited for him, Joshua went into the bookcase to join Alex. Because he was still scared.
"In your journal," Joshua said, sitting against the wall beside Alex, "You said "military dad, military son". What did that mean?" He looked at the man beside him, knees up to his chest underneath Alex's blanket that the two shared. Alex breathed through his nose, staring at the inside of the bookcase. Probably because he didn't want to answer, but he did anyway, because he felt bad that he'd scared Josh in the attic.
"...It was just about Adam. He's not my dad, but I just... Those are old entries."
"Where did you go to school? You said something about high school, but you left here when you were eight."
"These aren't really relevant, Joshua."
Joshua rest his chin on his knees and sighed. Alex sighed too. "...When do you want to do the coins at Bartlett's house?" the man asked. Joshua glanced at him before looking away.
"...We don't have-"
"We already got the coins, Josh. Besides, I'm gonna be staying here a few days anyway."
Joshua looked at Alex again, the man looking at him and giving a lazy, sexy smile. The teen sat up. "Y-you said no more than one day."
"Yeah, staying more than today is stupid, but it's not stupider than the other shit we've been doing." Alex nudged Joshua with his elbow and the teen felt a light heat in his cheeks. He smiled meekly.
"...Thanks."
Alex put a hand on the teen's head and ruffled his hair. "No problem. I've never had a summer adventure."
Joshua chuckled. "Sounds like a movie."
"Could be."
"...What kind of movies do you like?" Joshua asked, turning to lean his shoulder against the wall, facing Alex more. It was comforting knowing that Alex could let go of his "lone rider" act for a bit. It was also nice to get to sit this close with him and talk about nothing. In the small area's darkness, he could just make out Alex's nice jawline and unique, worn and haunted eyes. Those eyes looked at Joshua.
"The classics. How about you?"
Joshua smiled. "Anything. I'm not picky. What kinds of classics?"
"You know; Alien, The Thing, Poltergeist-"
"Those are all eighties horror movies," Joshua said with a scoff and roll of his eyes. Alex sucked his teeth.
"Actually, Alien was '76. I hope you don't call yourself a movie buff," Alex said through a teasing smirk. Joshua rolled his eyes again and put his legs down. From that, Alex could tell that the teen was starting to calm down some more.
"I don't. Do you? That's so cheesy."
Alex laughed. "What's cheesy about that? Films are great. Especially horror- you can really see the effort that goes into it all. Takes a lot to scare an audience."
"...Okay, now you sound like a dad," Joshua stated and they both laughed. Then Joshua grew quiet, his gaze elsewhere. When he looked back at Alex, he looked awkward. "Are you um, gonna ever have kids?"
Alex shook his head, bringing a knee up to rest his arm on it. "Er, no, I hope not. It takes a lot to give someone a good life." Joshua breathed a sigh of relief and Alex gave him a sideways glance. "Why?"
Joshua blinked and cleared his throat. "Oh, nothing- I just... you look like you'd be a good dad," he said. Alex looked at the wall, pondering the questions.
"...I'm only twenty six."
"Yeah, I know. Well, I don't know, I just... Are you tired? You haven't really slept yet."
"Are you?" Alex looked at Joshua. The younger brunette was already looking at him.
"...No."
"Funny how small things can wake you up again."
"What do you mean?"
"I was so tired earlier I didn't even want to eat. Instead of being even more tired now, all this talking woke me up. ...It's something we'd talk about in the military." Joshua scoot closer to Alex, pulling the blanket further onto himself. Alex looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Joshua cleared his throat."Can you just... tell me some story?"
"...One time when I was little, Lillian brought me out to her garden. It was nearing sundown and there wasn't really anyone outside. While she was teaching me how to tend her garden, she mentioned how she and Adam had wanted children for years. 'Said that even though it was a stupid, dangerous idea, she was glad that they took me in. And that Adam was secretly happy, too, even though he never showed." Alex looked at Joshua when the teen put his head against the man's shoulder, getting uncomfortably close and even slipping an arm around the man's stomach. His eyes were closed, though.
"In Lillian's garden, she used to have strawberries," Alex continued speaking, "And she gave me one. It was delicious and sweet, but just a few seconds later I couldn't even breathe. 'Turns out I'm allergic. Who the hell is allergic to strawberries?" Joshua grunted in acknowledgment and shook his head lightly against Alex, because he didn't know. Who's allergic to strawberries? "Lillian brought me inside and she and Adam acted like I was dying. They couldn't take me to a doctor, but somehow I pulled through the night. They let me sleep in their bed with them for a few days. Then, a little later, Lillian was pregnant. And they said I'd get to hold the baby."
Joshua gave a sigh against Alex and the man started pulling the blanket off of them. Joshua had fallen asleep. Alex stood up from being beside Joshua and opened the door before kneeling down and slipping his arms around the teen. He lifted him up with a grunt, bouncing him in his arms for a better hold, which made the younger brunette moan and lean against him. Once he had him, Alex carried Joshua to his bed and lay him down, covering him up. The teen curled into a ball on his side.
Once that was done, Alex turned on a lamp that was on Joshua's desk and retreated back into the secret room, shutting the bookcase.
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In the morning, Joshua woke to footsteps going around his room. He rolled over and opened his eyes to see who it was, finding Adam looking at things. Including the two plates on Josh's desk. The man looked at Joshua and the teen wished he had stayed asleep. "Get downstairs. And bring those damn plates down, too," he said. Joshua gave a tired "okay". Adam watched the teen for a moment too long for comfort, before ultimately turning and leaving the room.
After a few minutes of resting and not wanting to go downstairs, Joshua sat up in bed and stretched before standing and going to the desk to grab the plates.
Did Adam suspect something? Hell, with two plates, probably.
The teen picked up the plates and looked at his lamp, which was on. He furrowed his eyebrows before reaching out and turning it off. He briefly glanced at the bookcase while leaving the room to his fate.
On his way to the kitchen, Lillian and Adam sat at the dining table with breakfast. There was an extra plate for Joshua. The teen breathed and took the plates to dump and put in the sink. This was going to be awkward.
"Sit down," Adam said to Joshua when the teen came back into the dining room. He sat. Then cleared his throat.
"...What's up?"
Lillian looked at her husband and the man picked up something from his lap, tossed it on the table in front of his son. Picking it up, Joshua saw that it was today's paper. He looked at the front page, which showed his dad and the police department.
It read something of the convict being taken into custody. Joshua looked at his dad. "What, you arrested him then?"
"His name's Paul Russel Douglas. Killed eight children just outside of here," Adam spoke before taking a bite of his breakfast. "We're transferring him back to Silent Hill Penitentiary, where they'll execute him. Today. So I don't want you getting into trouble while I'm gone."
"...So does that mean the blockades are gonna be taken down?"
Adam didn't answer for a long time, eating more of his food. It looked like he didn't want to answer. Why?
"Mayor Bartlett thinks...," Lillian sounded, "That it would be best to keep them up."
Joshua narrowed his eyes. "Okay, well, why? What if we need to go out of town? Or Alex decides to leave?"
Adam hit his plate a little hard with his fork, making Lillian and Joshua both look at him. He pointed at Joshua. "How do you know his name?"
Joshua watched his dad, confused, before realizing what he'd said. He swallowed and glanced at his mom before speaking. "Um, Joey told me. Anything you guys know, he knows. His dad doesn't really keep things secret around him, you know?"
"I guess that means you shouldn't be hanging out with Joey anymore, then," Adam said. Joshua gave a little shrug.
"...Okay. Um, how long are you gonna be gone?"
"Long enough. Don't do anything to make us look bad. Now go up and clean your room or something, since you won't get a damn job."
Joshua watched his dad like he were on his period before standing up and leaving the table to return upstairs. In his stubbornness, he told himself that he wasn't actually hungry for any breakfast. He sort of was though, the more he thought about it.
Turning in the hallway to his parents' room, he went into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth, spitting in the sink and washing his face before giving his hair a little comb through with his fingers. Then he thought about Alex. He'd probably want to clean up, too. It'd just be sort of impossible to sneak him in here.
Since Alex was probably, hopefully still asleep, Joshua took the man's old clothes and jacket to the basement to wash. Lillith didn't start laundry until around noon, and even then, it was on Tuesdays and Thursdays; laundry days. And Adam didn't have any reason to come down here with it not being hunting season, so the laundry in the wash would be undisturbed and secret. While those washed, the teen avoided his breakfast eating parents and used a bucket from the basement to fill with hot, soapy water in the bathroom.
Joshua grabbed a new toothbrush from a drawer beside the sink and spread some toothpaste on it. He pushed the drawer shut again and carried the bucket and toothbrush to his room, where he set them on this desk so that he could shut and block off his door; he used his desk chair, pushing it in front of the bedroom door and just underneath the doorknob. Then, it was time to check on Alex.
Giving the bookcase his two-slow-knock, the teen could hear Alex move inside. Then, after a moment, Alex opened it, sitting up against the wall. He didn't look rested, but he did look like he'd slept. He looked up at Joshua with his grey-brown eyes.
"What time is it?" he asked. It wasn't what Joshua expected to hear at all, so the teen glanced around for his clock before catching the time, of nine o'clock a.m. He verbalized it and Alex nodded in acceptance. The teen then cleared his throat and motioned to the bucket.
"I brought some water so you can clean up. And a toothbrush." He shuffled off to grab the bucket and brush, bringing them to Alex and grabbing a rag, too, along the way. Alex rose his eyebrows.
"Wow... thanks." He dipped his hands into the water and brought it up to his face, wiping himself of whatever filth had been on him since Bartlett's house. Then he started scrubbing his arms and neck with the rag, wetting it. When he stripped from his shirt, Joshua took it and dropped it into his laundry basket, shamefully admiring the image of the man cleaning himself.
"...My dad said that they caught the convict," Joshua said, dropping down to sit in front of Alex as the man scrubbed his body clean. The older brunette stood up and glanced at Joshua while unbuttoning his pants to slip them off.
"That's good," he said. Joshua nodded. As Alex cleaned himself up, the teen noticed that the man had some scars. He hadn't noticed them before, probably because of the distance, but he noticed them now. Just some cuts and scratches, and fresh bruises from... Just above Alex's knee, Joshua could see a circular scar. He'd always wondered if Alex limped because of a wound, but maybe it was because of that? "...You wanna do me a favor?" the man sounded, making Joshua realize he had been in outer space. The teen cleared his throat.
"Sure."
"Step out for a sec."
Joshua looked confused, his eyes looking the man over. He noticed Alex's hands on the waistband of his boxers, like he were going to pull them down. Pull them- "Oh- yeah, yeah," Joshua quickly got up and slipped out of the closet, walking to his desk and facing his back to the open bookcase. He pressed his lips together and kicked himself. Ugh, stupid.
"You can come back. I guess," Alex said when he was done redressing and brushing his teeth, like he didn't know if he should even say that. Joshua peeked back, disappointed at the clothed man but breathing a sigh of relief. The teen smiled meekly.
"How do you feel? Cleaner?"
"Yeah, really refreshed. Thanks, Josh."
"It's nothing," Joshua replied, despite wanting more praise. He touched his neck. "I uh, tossed your other clothes in the washer. They won't take long."
Alex nodded. "Thanks." He watched Joshua, leaning against the doorframe of the bookcase. "Your parents are here, aren't they?" Joshua gave a light nod, "Yeah. Why?" "I've really gotta piss." The teen laughed before turning to look around his room, his laughter turning into nervousness the more the words processed. That actually was a problem. How would Alex be able to eat or go to the bathroom with his parents home? The young brunette left to a part of the room and came back, holding something out to Alex. When the man looked, he looked back at Joshua's face. "...A bottle?" he asked flatly. Joshua chuckled and shrugged.
"Temporary adjustments?"
Alex took the bottle and pulled the bookcase shut, making a painfully thick wall between the two. Joshua glanced around awkwardly before deciding to start cleaning his room up some. It wasn't messy at all, just a few things out of place. Under his mattress, he still had Alex's diary. Under his pillow, the man's flashlight and the collector's coins. For what, he didn't know. Mayor Bartlett had a coin pillar, so did Judge Halloway. But why? What were they for? What would happen when they put the coins in the slot?
"Hey Alex, do you drink alcohol?" Joshua called out. Alex rolled his eyes from inside the secret closet.
"Everyone does."
"A lot, though. Do you drink a lot?"
"Why? What's it matter?"
"...I'm just, wondering."
The bookcase came open again and Alex looked out at Joshua. He gave a heavy breath. "Don't worry about me."
Joshua looked at Alex and crossed his arms. "I can do what I want. And I wasn't worrying about you."
Alex snorted. "What was that, then?"
"Just a question." Joshua sat on his bed and Alex rose an eyebrow at the teen. He glanced over at the bedroom door, with the chair in front of it.
"...What do you think your parents will do if they see me here?"
Joshua shrugged. "Not much."
"Bullshit. You know your dad would yell."
"Well, yeah, that's what he does."
"It'd be different." That was that. Alex didn't say anything after. He did leave the closet to sit beside Joshua on the teen's bed. He accidentally sat a little close, which Joshua noticed immediately and his heart raced. The teen looked at Alex, his bruised forearms and his messy faux hairdo. His scruffy chin and war-torn eyes.
"...Are you scared?" the teen asked. Alex didn't look at him or nod, or shake his head. His lips parted and he said, "Yeah." Joshua twisted his lips. "Of what?" he asked. He wanted to know. Why was he letting all of this happen to him? Living in the cemetery, being abused, working for little pay, being stuck here because of the barricades that his abuser thought necessary.
Alex had been looking at the wall, but he dropped his gaze to the floor. He sighed. "What everyone thinks of me."
"Why would you need to know what they think of you? You're not a bad person."
"...They think I am. Because of whatever my mother did. ...I'm trying to make up for it all, but nothing's changing."
Joshua watched Alex for a light moment before reaching across the man's lap and taking his hand. His fingers were long and calloused, and he didn't pull his hand away, but he didn't squeeze Joshua's back. Instead, he looked at the teen like he were confused at the affection. Joshua gulped, looking into Alex's eyes.
"In your diary... you said something about missing girls. ...Do you still miss them?" he asked. Alex knit his eyebrows together. He didn't answer. Joshua felt nervous. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alex's, the man's stubble pricking his soft skin. He'd never kissed anyone before. He had no clue if he even did it right. Was there a way to do it wrong?
Alex didn't pull away, but he didn't return the kiss. His lips trembled against Joshua's as the teen kissed him. The younger brunette let go of Alex's hand and brought it to the man's crotch, where he touched him lightly through his oversized shorts. Alex broke the kiss and grabbed Joshua's hand to push it away. The teen looked to the other side and licked his lips, face beat red.
"...I'm sorry," he said shyly. The bed shifted from Alex's weight as the man moved on the mattress. He shook his head but didn't say anything. Joshua touched his lips, which felt ticklish from Alex's facial hair. The teen cautiously looked back at the man, biting his lip. He did want more, to be honest. His groin burned with anticipation, but he knew that he was probably in trouble. He reached out and touched the man's leg regardless, making the older brunette look at him. He didn't look stoked or excited, but he also didn't look furious or upset. He just looked... Joshua couldn't really find a word. The teen pressed his lips together, contemplating what to do next, or what not to do. He leaned forward again and kissed Alex once more, his heart beating so insanely hard with anxiety and excitement that he was shaking.
This time, Alex did return the kiss. He brought a hand up to hold Joshua's neck, and the teen rose his own hands to touch Alex's sharp cheeks, closing his eyes tight and opening his mouth when the kiss got more heated, snuffing him of air. He knew that he had a raging boner because he could feel it pulsing in his jeans. He just wondered what Alex was feeling.
Joshua was suddenly lying on the bed on his back, his arms wrapped around Alex's neck and face radiating heat. He broke the heavy-hearted kiss and gasped when Alex gave a low thrust against the teen's tented boner, giving him some friction he didn't know he needed. He looked up at Alex with wide, excited eyes, the man caressing his thigh and running his hand up and down his waist. Alex was dipped down between Joshua's neck and shoulder, kissing and suckling the soft flesh that lay there. Joshua bit his lip and closed his eyes again, moaning despite himself as the older brunette kissed his neck, his facial hair scratching him.
The teen grabbed Alex's face and willed him into another kiss, moaning when the man rolled his hips against the teen's again. Joshua started roaming Alex's body with his hands, slipping them under the man's shirt and feeling his ribs and light abs, his v-line that led to his shorts' button and zipper. Joshua opened his legs more, allowing Alex further access to roll his groin against the teen's, that felt a little firm, making Joshua's heart beat quicken. He gasped and moaned as the thrusts got harder, or quicker against him, stimulating him and making hot pins run through his lower gut.
Alex got up, sitting between Joshua's legs, and the teen took this as a time to pull his shirt off, lifting it up over his head and dropping it to the ground. He sat up and Alex dipped forward, putting his hands on the teen's slim waist and kissing his chest, dragging his tongue to the brunette's nipple and taking the supple flesh into his mouth. Joshua put his hand in the man's hair, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he was aroused. He pulled Alex up into another kiss and touched his lower stomach, toying with the button.
"Can I see it?" he breathed, looking into Alex's eyes. He saw deprivation and arousal, and all of what was happening made him feel like the porn he watched with Joey was just pure fake. What he said made Alex pause, which meant he was probably going to think about it for a second before saying flat-out "no", but something else happened instead.
A solid clack against the window made them both jump, and Joshua turned to look at the glass. There was nothing there, so the teen reluctantly left Alex to look outside of it, where he saw Joey with a rock, getting ready to throw it. He saw Joshua and grinned, giving a wave. Joshua turned back to Alex.
"It's Joey."
A/N: The chapter was originally longer, but I wanted to break it into two rather than one because... well, yall deserve a good chapter before the shit hits the fan in the next ones.
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