“Jonah?”
Adam’s voice crackled in through the radio. Jonah could hear him, faintly, but it felt too far away to pull him out of his light sleep. He’d made himself comfortable in the passenger seat, and the two had been awake since the night before on another job. If he could get away with it, he wanted to rest his eyes as much as he could.
“Jonah.”
The threatening tone from Adam made Jonah suddenly remember where he was, and what he was supposed to be doing. His eyes shot open, and he jolted forward in his seat. His eyes darted to the clock on the car’s radio unit — 2 A.M. Adam was making him stay up so late, and for what?
He had to play it off like he wasn’t sleeping. “Oh, fuck, sorry. Didn’t hear you the first time.”
Adam wasn’t having any of it.
“You were fucking sleeping again, weren’t you? Wake up, dipshit, you’re supposed to be keeping an eye on the cameras.”
“Dude, I’m awake, sorry. I’m just so fuckin’ tired.”
Through the static on the radio, Jonah could hear Adam chuckling sarcastically. “Tired? From what? Literally all you have to do is sit in that car and tell me what you see on the cameras. Your job couldn’t be easier. I’m doing all the work.”
There he goes. Back at it again.
“Adam, I only dozed off for maybe ten minutes—”
“Can’t you handle anything yourself?”
Jonah sighed. “I guess not. Sorry.”
It was always something with Adam. It was so stupid and pointless, all of it; nothing ever showed up on camera anyway. It was true, he really didn’t do much of anything. So then why did it matter if he fell asleep? Nothing was going to happen. Either Adam was convinced that ghosts are real, or he was just looking for an excuse to punch down at Jonah like he always did.
Definitely that. This was becoming a regular thing between him and Adam. Every single day, always berating him for stupid shit, chiding him for every little thing he did wrong, or outright making shit up to be mad at. Sometimes he would go out of his way to make Jonah look like a fool in public, intentionally getting him flustered and agitated in front of other people. Then once they were outside the store and away from prying eyes, Adam would take Jonah out at the knees and grab him by the hair, snarling in his face to never pull that shit again.
These days, Jonah would just let Adam say whatever he wanted, and pretend to agree with him to keep him placated. He didn’t have an ego to preserve anymore, he just wanted Adam to shut up.
That wouldn’t work today.
“I couldn’t even trust you to remember to pick up batteries before that last job. We had to drive all the way back out to get them, like we have the money to throw away on wasted gas.”
“Why are you bringing that back up now?”
“Because my point is that you fuck. Everything. Up.” He put extra emphasis on those last three words. Jonah tried again to let the conversation end there. This time it worked, Adam going back to whatever it was that he was doing on the other side of the radio.
Jonah sat back in his seat. He let himself space out while watching the video feed. A whole bunch of nothing, just black and white views of various corners of the house.
The only reason he put up with Adam was because he had no other choice. He was already on the run from the cops, there was nowhere else he could go now. And, to be completely honest, because Adam did have a pretty face. The voice attached to it was even kind of nice, he just wished it would make noises other than abuse and nagging.
His body was also on the delicate side, Jonah noticed, from the few times he’s managed to really check him out without Adam noticing. A hot night alone with him could be fun.
I could destroy him if I wanted, Jonah thought. He just hasn’t seen what I’m like when I want to be mean.
Thankfully, they were almost finished with this job, a one-night deal for two hundred dollars or so, and they were due to leave at sunrise. Not much of a payday, but it was better than nothing. Once this was over, he could get some sleep while Adam focuses on driving. Jonah forced himself to stay awake no matter what. If he had to hear Adam’s bitching and moaning even one more time, he was going to go absolutely fucking insane.
Hours pass and, just like Jonah thought, nothing happened. He was made to stay awake for nothing.
Soon Adam was piling the equipment back into the trunk of the car. By the time Adam climbed back into the driver’s seat, Jonah was already winding down and about to pass out. Finally, some rest. Adam got to sleep while in the house, it just wasn’t fair that he had to stay up all night to watch the nothing going on in the camera feed. Rather than let himself drift off in the passenger seat, he used the last bit of energy he had to climb over the center console and into the backseat, where he could lay down. He felt himself drifting off as soon as his head hit the cold leather of the seat.
Adam snorted, and Jonah figured it was at him. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t going to let Adam’s attitude stop him from getting his nap.
“Fine, guess I’ll drive too. I really do have to do everything.”
It felt as though only seconds had passed before Adam was violently shaking him out of a dead sleep.
“Get up, dumbass. It’s your turn to drive.”
Jonah looked at the clock. He’d been sleeping for five hours. Clearly, Adam only waited as long as he knew would be enough for Jonah to not get them both killed in a car crash. Though he was surprised that Adam even gave him that long to sleep…
He wasn’t going to complain, not out loud, or he might not be so lucky next time.
He forced himself to sit upright before climbing over the armrests to take his place in the driver’s seat, while Adam walked around the outside of the car and slid into the backseat himself.
“Come on, Jonah! Sometime today! ”
“Holy shit, shut up,” he grumbled, his thoughts finally squeaking past his filter. Big mistake; before Jonah could finish settling into the driver’s seat, Adam hauled off and belted him in the head with his open palm. Jonah held his head, sitting awkwardly over the armrest of the seat. “Dude, the fuck is your problem?”
“You’re the one slowing us down here, not me.” Adam laid down across the seats, curling up on his side facing the backrest. “Shut up and drive so I can sleep, too.”
Jonah settled into the seat and thumped his head against the wheel. He stayed there, motionless, just to gather his composure again. It seemed like whenever he had gotten used to Adam being himself, the blonde would kick it up a notch and make himself harder to ignore. Jonah started up the car, turning the key in the ignition with his right hand while the rest of his body remained tired and motionless. He only just woke up, and Adam’s already drained him of everything he had.
He’s so sick and tired of this shit.
He was at the end of his rope. He was done.
Knowing that Adam was going to be asleep for a few hours, well, that was just fine by him. It gave him an idea. Something he should have done forever ago.
Jonah drove for a while, long enough to reach the outskirts of the town they were just in for their last job. Somewhere desolate, a backroad in the middle of nowhere that sees maybe one car a week. And even if someone else does drive past, they probably wouldn’t care; a car out here in the middle of the day wouldn’t be all that strange.
Nothing weird here! Just stopped for some rest, a snack, or maybe the driver is off taking a piss in a bush somewhere.
Besides, he wouldn’t need a lot of time. Just a few minutes, and he would be done.
Jonah turned to check on Adam. Still fast asleep, by the looks of it. If he were awake, he probably would have been running his mouth, so the silence was all the proof he needed.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened up the door. Slamming it shut probably would wake Adam… So he opened up the backseat door first, then shut the driver side door. Somehow that didn’t wake him, but the slamming of the backseat door did.
Jonah pounced on him, straddling his legs and grabbing his shoulders, shoving him down and pinning him down against the seats. Immediately, Adam was thrashing and fighting, beating his fists against Jonah’s chest to get him to let go.
“Jonah, what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?! Get off me, fucking weirdo!” He kept struggling, but it turned out Jonah was much stronger than him. Jonah already knew; he had a hard time believing Adam could really overpower him if he got serious. The boy was taller than him, sure, but he was also a twig.
As much as Adam had no hope of pushing Jonah off, his struggling was still making this difficult. Jonah would need both of his hands free soon. One hand slapped Adam hard across the cheek, stunning him enough to make him stop squirming for a moment. “Shut it, fucker. Sit there and look pretty, or I’ll make this hurt more.”
Adam shot him a look of mortified confusion, which turned to one of utter repulsion when he felt Jonah’s hands fumbling with his pants. Adam tried grabbing at Jonah’s hands to stop him, tried holding up his own pants to stop Jonah from pulling them down, anything to keep Jonah away and out of his jeans. But there was nothing that could stop Jonah now.
“W-What are you doing? No, no, stop it!”
Adam started to thrash around in a wild panic, but it wasn’t enough. His pants were yanked below his knees and thrown carelessly to the floor. Then Jonah reached for his boxers, licking his lips at the thought of seeing what Adam had going on down there that he was so bashful of, pulling them down and—
“Oh. Ohhh. ”
Suddenly it made sense. Jonah was not expecting to find a pussy between Adam’s legs, but damn, if it didn’t explain everything. He almost felt stupid for not suspecting it before. His shock and confusion was quickly replaced with a sadistic desire to take his time and have fun with this.
He dipped his fingers into the pink folds, watching with sick glee as tears welled up in Adam’s eyes. “Not what I thought I’d find down there, but I think I like it. Hope you’re ready, Adam.”
“What are you—” Adam was cut off by the sound of Jonah unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, watching in horror as he pulled his dick out and lined himself up with Adam’s entrance. The blonde forced himself to sit up, and tried to scoot backwards away from Jonah. “Wait, no, you can’t!”
Jonah held Adam down easily with one hand, pressing it into his chest and pinning him against the old leather of the seat.
“Watch me.”
With the other hand, he guided his cock into Adam. He forced all of himself inside all at once, despite the resistance. Adam’s body was surely working against him, his walls tightening and clenching up in an effort to keep Jonah out, only to make it hurt more for Adam. And at the same time, so much more pleasurable for Jonah. That tight, wet heat was driving him crazy, already making him crave more. And whether or not Adam was willing, he would have it.
He gave the blonde no time to adjust. He gritted his teeth and grunted as he started to move, leaving Adam to scream and wail in pain. Even through the searing pain he was trying to sit up and fend Jonah off.
Kind of hot, he had to admit. He liked a fighter.
But with both of his hands free, there was nothing Adam could do. He could struggle as much as he wanted, it wouldn’t get him anywhere.
Jonah grunted with each rough thrust. It was so tight and warm, and he got to look at such a pretty face while he railed into him… Pretty little Adam, and his pretty little face, and his pretty little cunt.
He wanted to destroy all of it. Maybe then the stupid bitch would show him some respect for once.
To give himself more room to work with, he grabbed Adam’s leg and bent it at the knee over the back of the seat to spread him open wider. Adam made a noise in the back of throat in protest, but it died there, replaced with broken sobs that signaled that he was done fighting back, that he had nothing left. He’d resigned himself to be used as Jonah’s stress relief.
“Please,” he pleaded, his voice lowered to a whisper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please stop, take it out… It hurts, please…”
Jonah paused before slamming hard into him, making the boy below him yelp in pain. “So now you’re sorry? A little too late for that.”
Jonah could feel the slick discharge escaping from around his dick, making it easier to move inside him, and soon the car was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the vulgar, wet noises of Adam’s hole being thoroughly violated. Maybe Adam’s reactions weren’t just about it hurting — His body was turning against him, and his pride would never let him admit it.
“You’re getting so wet for me. Bet you secretly like this.”
“No fucking chance,” he spat, forcing the words out between pained groans. “I’d never want to fuck your ugly, unwashed, weed-reeking ass, you stupid motherf—”
That was enough of that, Jonah thought, as he wrapped a hand tight around Adam’s neck. He squeezed hard at his throat. He didn’t need to make words anymore; sputtering and choking suited him much better. Through the tears streaming down his face and the unbearable agony he was surely in, either physically, mentally, or both, Adam reached up to claw at Jonah’s hand. A last-ditch effort to save himself in what he probably thought would be his last moments alive.
“Like it or not, I’m making you my bitch.” His grip tightened, as if to accentuate his point. “So shut up and take it.”
Adam’s face grew paler from the lack of air…
…And his legs were spreading wider. Without Jonah’s help, the leg that was dangling over the floor moved to prop itself on top of the center console and the armrest of the passenger seat.
Jonah released his hand. He knew he had to give Adam a breath of fresh air at some point. It would be pretty bad for Jonah if Adam died from this, of all things. But he watched on with confusion as Adam’s gasps for air mixed with what sounded like moans. Nothing like the pained sounds Adam was making before, but actual moans of pleasure.
He stopped his movements, and the two made eye contact, staring through each other for what felt like forever until Jonah found the words to question what he just saw and heard.
“Don’t tell me you liked that.”
Adam looked away, a light flush of pink spreading across his face. So Jonah made the most rational decision he could think to do: he tightened his fingers around Adam’s throat once again, now with both hands, watching Adam squirm and struggle until he looked like he couldn’t take any more. The moan he got in response when he finally eased up was much more shameless.
There was no denying it now. Adam stared straight up at Jonah. A stray stream of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. And he was so much wetter, so turned on from Jonah playing with his life like it was putty.
“Fuck, Jonah, I… More.”
This was supposed to be revenge. This was supposed to be Jonah’s way of paying back Adam for all the bullshit he’s put him through, but he couldn’t say no to those blue eyes that were just begging for Jonah to give him what he wanted. So he started moving again, just as merciless as before, and Adam’s entire demeanor had suddenly changed on a dime. If he was still in pain, Jonah couldn’t tell, because the face he was making was one of pure ecstasy. Like an itch he’s had for years was finally being scratched.
His hands tightened around Adam’s windpipe again. He fell into a pattern — squeezing his neck until he couldn’t hold on, letting go right when he needed air, giving him mere seconds to fill his lungs before giving it to him again.
Adam’s eyes rolled up into his head each time he was allowed a rush of air. And each time he would beg Jonah for more. He would beg him, in that increasingly hoarse voice, to fuck him harder, faster, choke him again and again, until he was either satisfied or dead.
Of course, Jonah had no intention of killing him. But Adam didn’t know that. ANd he didn’t need to know; wasn’t that half of the fun?
“Is this all you needed? Just needed some dick to stop being such a bitch?”
Adam nodded. His eyes were hazy and droopy.
Jonah leaned forward, slotting his head between Adam’s face and shoulder, his breath hot against his neck. “Should have said something sooner. I’ve got a thing for blondes.”
Adam’s whole body shuddered. Jonah could feel his hands, which were trying to push him away just minutes ago, creep up to grip tightly into the back of his jacket. He buried his face into Jonah’s shoulder, trying to muffle his cries.
Jonah nibbled at Adam’s neck until he left red marks to match the blooming red bruises around his throat. “Glad you see things my way. You’re so agreeable when you’re stuffed full of cock.”
Now that Adam wasn’t fighting him anymore, he could focus on fucking him to pieces. He grabbed Adam by the hips and pounded relentlessly into him. The tightness was intoxicating, the wetness was divine, and he got to have it all to himself.
If Evelin ever tried to get back together with Adam, well, he’d have to have some words with her about that.
Mine now. All mine.
High pitched whines, though muffled, told Jonah that Adam was probably getting close. Whatever Adam was trying to say, it had something to do with wanting Jonah to finish him off already. That was fine; he needed to get Adam to finish first anyway. He’d rather pull out when he came, since it’d suck to have to spend money on morning after pills when they already had practically no money to their names. If Adam was willing to keep going at him for wasted gas, then he’d never hear the end of it for this one.
So he slipped a hand down to rub at Adam’s swollen clit, and the contact had him gasping and tensing up.
“Relax, baby. I’ll help you cum.”
So much for revenge. But Adam was being so good for him right now. He just couldn’t resist.
Jonah dipped his fingers around where his cock was pumping into Adam, collecting some of the loose fluids, and using them as lubricant to rub Adam’s clit in wide motions, occasionally catching it between his fingers to stroke it like he’s jerking him off.
“Oh, fuck! Jonah!” Adam’s legs tensed and shook, his orgasm approaching fast and threatening to hit him hard. His breaths sped up to match the waves of pleasure shooting through him, moaning in desperation into Jonah’s neck. Jonah could feel his own release creeping up on him. He fucked him harder, and his fingers worked faster; he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer, he needed Adam to cum now, or he was going to blow his entire load right inside him.
Come on, come on, just a little more—
Adam’s whole body shuddered violently as he came with a loud cry, soaking Jonah’s dick with a final gush of fluids.
Just in time, because he was about to fucking explode.
He pulled himself out and jerked himself the rest of the way, his hand slicking over the wet and slimy length until he was cumming hard on Adam’s belly. He was dirtying Adam’s hoodie, and it was going to leave a stain for sure, but Adam would just have to live with it.
His fault for making me bust the biggest nut of my life.
The two went limp against each other’s bodies for some time. They needed to come back down after the rush of adrenaline.
Jonah inspected his hand. The palm was completely covered in Adam’s juices. A little gross when you’re not horny anymore, he realized. “Fuck. Do we have any wet wipes in here?”
Adam was still catching his breath. His back was flat against the seat, his eyes shut and his legs still sprawled out. For once, he looked at peace, and like he could fall asleep right there if he wanted to. “Glove compartment, I think. Can you get it? You jizzed all over me.”
“Sounds good, pretty boy.”
Adam groaned and reached for his pants. “Fuck off.”
“Ooh, somebody’s getting testy. Need to get dicked down again already?”
“Is that an offer?”
Jonah moved to climb over the center console and passenger seat, just enough to open up the glove compartment with the hand that wasn’t slathered in filth. “Sure, after we cop some condoms from the next gas station we find.”
Adam flashed Jonah a sly grin and leaned back against the door behind him. “I guess you are good for something.”