DOWN AND OUT by clueless_psycho

Crawford pushed the door open and saw Aya inside just like he had foreseen it. Aya was lying helplessly on the cold stone floor of the storeroom like a near-dead fish although he was clearly conscious.

Crawford couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear. He never thought that he would be glad to see the Abyssinian of Weiss. Of course, he wished he had other choices. But right now, he did not care.

He just could not stand this any longer.

He was so aroused that he felt he could explode anytime. Each second passing only added to the heat and the passion inside him. He needed to release himself before he had gone insane with too much desire. And he did not like coming in his own hand if he could help it.

If Aya was all he could have right now, so be it. Afterall, he did not really have any discrimination when it came to sex. Men, women, as long as they were legal, willing and clean, were fair play for him.

It was just sex, anyway.

Crawford quickly crossed the room, almost stumbling on his way, towards Aya. The Abyssinian moved his eyes, tried to glance to no avail, the only reaction he could manage towards hearing footsteps against the hard surface.

Crawford crouched down in front of him. He let his grin obvious in Aya’s hazy stare. He reached out his hand to touch Aya’s cheeks. He sighed at the feel of Aya’s warm skin beneath his fingertips. It was delicious.

“Oh yes,” he breathed as he leaned down to whisper in Aya’s ear. The smell of Aya’s hair, a mix of shampoo and sweat, tingled his nose, sending shivers down his spine. “Blame it on fate, but I’ve got to have you now.”

Aya reacted by blinking his eyes.

Crawford had been in the dirty business long enough to know that the kind of drug that was forced into Aya’s system was a rather creative one, if not heavy. Aya was still conscious and breathing normally but he wasn’t aware of his surroundings. Plus he had gotten very weak that he couldn’t do simple things like lifting his own hands. Right now all he could do was rolling his eyes.

As to why and how Aya was drugged, Crawford did not care. Just as long as he could rub his throbbing hard on up the crack of Aya’s ass and make himself come, he did not care about anything else.

But before anything, it was always good to check. He popped open some buttons of Aya’s red coat beneath his waistline to slip his hand inside. He pressed his palm on Aya’s groin and stroked him through the heavy fabric of his jeans.

Aya made a low voice that sounded like a wounded animal.

Crawford inhaled deeply as the voice triggered his mind to move into maddening swirl. He stroked Aya harder.

Nice to know that Aya was sensitive enough, even with his pants on and drug in his system.

He contemplated of doing it right there on the floor, as quickly as possible. He dismissed the thought as he knew that it was too dangerous.

“Let’s get you out of here,” he breathed again, pulling his hand from Aya’s groin although he felt like doing it forever. “Let’s get somewhere more comfortable.”

Without too many difficulties, Crawford lifted Aya up. Aya was light enough although Crawford could feel that he was all muscles and no fat. Since Aya could not stand on his own, Crawford had to support him. He snaked one arm around the redhead’s waist, letting Aya to put his head on his shoulder.

As he did so, Crawford couldn’t stop himself from pressing Aya’s body hard against his. Groin to groin and he took some moments to grind his hips against Aya.

He inhaled deeply.

So good.

He felt his blood boil up, steam filled his skull, heating his brain, causing his erection throb harder. He let out a low passionate grunt at the back of his throat.

Crawford steeled his heart not to yank Aya’s head up by his hair and ravish his mouth. He ran his tongue over his lips, already imagining how sweet Aya’s lips would taste.

Something suddenly vibrated softly inside Aya’s coat. Crawford startled and stiffened. He dug his hand right into the pocket and fished out a cellphone. The display screen was blinking with Bombay’s name on it.

Crawford was definitely sure that the cellphone was equipped with tracker. Without pressing any button, he tossed the cellphone away. It landed on the stone with a crisp crack.

Then, with what was left of his self control, Crawford dragged Aya out of the building.

It was a long way, but Crawford managed to hold on.

His car was parked just outside the fence. His beloved BMW. Big but sleek with spacious interior and comfortable leather seat.

Never in his life Crawford felt happier to have bought the car. Right now, it came in very handy.

Opening the passenger door with a little remote control, he shoved Aya inside. He reclined the passenger seat so Aya could lay completely flat on his back.

Bending under the car roof, Crawford pulled Aya’s boots off and tossed them to the back seat. His fingers were trembling already when he finished popping up Aya’s coat buttons. Shifting the opening away, Crawford felt his heart was thumping gladly at the sight of Aya’s crotch. He slid the tight tee Aya ‘s wearing beneath the coat up to reveal pale, creamy skin that almost glowed with sweat in the dark.

Then he reached for the front part of Aya’s jeans.

Button popped open in lightning speed, followed by the zipper and Crawford pulled the jeans off along with the briefs beneath.

He swallowed hard at the sight of Aya’s cock.

Some people were lucky enough to have all the beauty in this world, he thought as he reached to stroke the flaccid flesh.

Aya jolted a bit under the ministration, however he did not give any other reaction. Except, again, rolling his eyes. Crawford kept stroking until Aya’s cock was half hard and dripping a little precome.

Perfect size. Felt so right in his fist.

Aya’s breath finally hitched and he made a soft purring sound.

Crawford inhaled again, drinking in the erotic sound, again feeling tempted to do this forever, but he had other priorities.

He let go Aya’s cock.

With swift movements, Crawford shrugged his jacket off and tossed it to the backseat. His tie joined in seconds. The last thing to land on the pile was his belt.

All obstructions out of the way, he reached for the glove compartment, rummaging inside to find a bottle of handlotion. It was not perfect, but it had to do right now. Desired object found, he placed it next to Aya’s hip before cramming his body into the small space as well.

He did not bother to close the door. They were far away from any civilization for anybody to catch them in the act. Again, he congratulated himself for making such an appropriate decision that had proved to come in handy, although originally, it was for security reason.

He had reached his limit. He could not wait any second longer.

He hissed his relief when he finally freed his erection from the confinement of his pants. It was shamelessly hard, hot and throbbing, it jutted out proudly, ready to challenge the world.

Crawford smirked.

He squeezed a good amount of handlotion into his palm to smear along his erection. He inhaled at the feeling of his fingers moving across the tight, sensitive skin.

For a moment he thought that maybe wanking himself off was not really a bad choice, for he was the only one who knew how to do it right.

He shook the thought away.

He had Aya here. Lying helplessly in front of him, with his legs spread apart, available for him to do what he wished.

Crawford squeezed some more of the silky lotion to slick his finger with.

Again Aya jolted when Crawford pushed one finger into his asshole. He squirmed and made a whimpering sound, but otherwise, he lay still.

He mewled quietly when Crawford rubbed his sweetspot.

Oh yeah, such an itchy little kitten, thought Crawford as he slid his fingers out.

He gripped Aya’s hips hard and with one hard stroke, he pushed his way into the redhead’s body.

Crawford groaned sharply at the sensation of ramming his erection in a tight, hot space. Fuck, he cursed under his breath. But Aya was hot. The exquisite heat caught him totally off balance. He almost could not contain the sensation that filled his blood stream.

Crawford lowered his eyes to look at Aya’s face, which still did not show any indication that he knew what happened to him.

Aya stared back at him, blinking his heavily lidded eyes.

Crawford smiled, knowing very well that he was going to have fun fucking Aya.

After allowing himself some moments to get over the shock of being inside Aya, Crawford began moving. Slowly at first, drinking in at the sight of Aya squirming. As he picked up the pace and pushed deeper, Aya started to twist and buck weakly beneath him.

“Oh yes, good, isn’t it?” Crawford breathed into Aya’s ear and Aya writhed, half closing his eyes. He liked it like this, he liked his partner to give a little struggle so he could show him who was the boss.

Oh yes, he really could do this forever.

But he could not.

As much as he wanted to go slowly as he always liked it, he needed to get himself off quickly to keep his mind sane.

He went faster, now bracing one elbow, while his other hand stroking Aya’s cock between their bodies. His world was reduced into the urgent heat below his navel, the swelling desire that blocked his rational mind from functioning right. He groaned and gasped and brushed Aya’s sweetspot again and again until he felt Aya was ready to explode.

Then he rubbed the slit of Aya’s penis hard.

And Aya ejaculated helplessly in his hand with a choked grunt.

He arched sharply, a pure reflex reaction triggered by the release. His muscles constricted hard around Crawford’s erection and with one last thrust, Crawford orgasmed forcefully.

His body sang.

His mind cleared.

His heart danced.

He fell ungraciously on top of Aya after the last soul wrenching spurting that took his breath away. Chest to chest, sweat to sweat, heartbeat to heartbeat, breath to breath.

He grazed his face across Aya’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of sweat and sex radiating from the skin.

He was sated, happy, complete.

But it was not enough.

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Incomplete, TBC