Tell Me You Don't Love Me

Adam Herondale sighed heavily as he stared longingly at his best friend, Oliver Freeman. He was sitting on the white wooden, paddock fencing clothed in his common weekend wear—a pair of paint-stained jeans that were constructed of a thick material and were the dark color of a rich, midnight blue as well as a light gray t-shirt in which hung heavily over his thin shoulders—staring intently as Oliver moved gracefully upon the broad back of his hardly trained, dark bay gelding.

Both horse and rider moved with a natural elegance as if they were only a single unit. Oliver, the rider, was dressed in the customary, English uniform, which consisted of a thin, black jacket that revealed the paleness of his flawless skin as well as lightly tanned colored trousers that were met by the dark riding boots at his feet. His horse, the four year old gelding named Taysir, held a coat in which was the color of bay that was nearly black, for it faded between both a pure black and a clear, chocolate brown as the horse moved at a slow canter around the center ring.

Adam frowned slightly as Oliver gently pulled the horse to a gradual pause.
“What do you think?” Oliver questioned with a blinding smile, his golden eyes holding a pleased gaze.
He gave him a small smile. “He's wonderful.”

Oliver nodded absently. “However wonderful he is, he will be never be better than his trainer.”
Adam's heart fell silently, for what Oliver spoke of was a subject in which broke his heart completely. Taysir's trainer was a young, once stable hand whom had earned his way into the training society. Oliver's father had hired the man in the hope that his son would learn the secret ways of the young trainer. “William?”
Oliver nodded with a broad smile. “You remembered.”

Shaking his head, Adam merely shrugged indifferently. “Of course I do, you haven't quit talking about him since he showed up.”

Oliver sighed heavily as he dismounted gracefully and grasped the reins of Taysir's bridle. “I know, but I can't help it,” he murmured, glancing down at his feet. “He's just so beautiful.”
Before Adam had the chance to reply, he heard a clearly masculine voice inquire, “Whose beautiful?”

Immediately, Adam witnessed Oliver's pale body freeze as an expression of astonishment crossed his beautiful face slowly. When his emerald eyes glanced behind him, he met the intent blue gaze that belonged solely to William, Taysir's trainer. Clothed in his professional outfit, which was hardly nothing more than a pair of common jeans and a black shirt that had been specially designed for him as in it's thread was written his name, he stared at them with a questioning glance.
“Taysir,” Adam said confidently with a small smile when he noticed the fact that Oliver was utterly lost for words., as he seemed to have frozen completely.

William smiled slightly, glancing blindly at Oliver. “He is an intriguing animal; both he and his rider have much potential.”
Oliver blushed deeply. “Thank you, Will.”
William inclined his head slowly—a nod. “Carry on. Remember, Oliver, we have a lesson tomorrow morning.”
Adam sighed as Oliver nodded. “I won't be late.”

With a lasting smile, William continued on, making his way towards the barn that was reserved for foaling mares . Adam's eyebrows rose immediately as he glanced disapprovingly at Oliver, whom was still regaining his mental strength.
“What?” Oliver questioned, meeting Adam's emerald green eyes.
“You have some serious mental problems, my friend,” Adam told him as he lightly jumped from the paddock fencing to open the metal gate of the training area in order to allow both Oliver and Taysir to exit. The horse snorted quietly as he passed Adam, his brown eyes studying him with an intensity of a comfortable animal.
Oliver granted him a most curious gaze. “Clarify.”

Adam exhaled deeply. “He's completely straight, Oliver. Why are you allowing him to string you along like you're some toy that he can play with?” he asked gently as they began to short walk back to the tack barn.
Hurt crossed Oliver's dark face. “I'm not letting him play with me.”
Adam's eyebrows rose. “You nearly worship the man. If he isn't playing with you, why hasn't he made a move?”
“What makes you think that he hasn't?”
“You're my best friend,” Adam said seriously, “if you're anal virginity would have been taken from you, you would have called me right after you guys were done fucking. I may not be on the A student, but I've known you long enough to be positive of that.”

Oliver bit down on his lip. “Why do you care?”
Adam shrugged indifferently. “Why wouldn't I?”
Glancing at him curiously, Oliver fell silent, leaving the two of them in an uncomfortable state.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Adam was lying on the hard surface of his small twin bed, surrounded by the disheveled room that he had originally entered in order to clean, from his father's orders. Instead of doing as he was told, he had found himself simply staring keenly up at his white ceiling, dreaming of Oliver whilst he listening to a CD of the 1970's band Bread that his older sister had purchased for him during his Elvis period.
As he came to the confession in his dream, his cellphone, which lay lifelessly beside him began to ring mercilessly. Adam sighed heavily, glancing at the dimly lit screen that read the name: Oliver.
“What do you want?” he questioned rudely when he answered it.

“Someone's in a bitchy mood,” Oliver stated lightly, although the humor was lost in his words.
Adam shook his head. “It is two in fucking morning. Why are you calling me?”
Faint static on the other end sounded Oliver's immediate silence.
“Oliver?” Adam asked fearfully, sitting up and reaching to pull on his shoes. He had become customarily used to finding his friend at all hours of the night when their high school career had begun, but those had always been casual encounters. His friend's continuous silence was nearly terrifying now.
“I need your help,” Oliver murmured quietly.
“Where are you?” Adam demanded.
“Haven's Bar,” he responded in a nearly inaudible tone.

Adam's fears began to rise, for Haven's Bar was a place known for it's promotion of public, gay sex between men. Although it was an excellent place to receive a sudden blow job or receive a good fuck, it was highly known for its more—rougher members who often took advantage of the younger members. Adam's cousin had taken him there once, the very place in which he had been forced to give his first blow job to a sexually abusive man.
“I'm coming,” Adam promised, before hanging up.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Adam!” Oliver cried as Adam's black truck pulled up to the damaged parking lot that had been reserved for Haven's Bar. As with most Friday nights, it was nearly completely full, and the faint sound of lively music could be immediately heard even through the thick walls of the square building.

Adam exhaled in relief as his green eyes settled on his friend. Oliver looked physically healthy, for he had no visible bruises nor any marks of any sexual abuse. His dirty blonde hair was shaggy and damp from what appeared to be sweat. His clothes—simple jeans and a sweatshirt—weren't hardly normal for a place such as Haven's Bar, but he seemed perfectly fine. His handsome face portrayed a small smile.
Immediately upon seeing him, Adam exited his vehicle and pulled his friend into a deep hug.

“Adam?” Oliver inquired curiously, although he didn't resist.
“What happened?” Adam questioned in a demanding tone.
Oliver shrugged slightly. “Nothing happened.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“I was just going to tell you that Will invited me to spend time with him on Saturday,” Oliver said innocently. “He was actually going to meet me here, but he called and said he had gotten caught up and had to cancel.”
Adam stared.
“What?” Oliver asked.
“You called me at two in the fucking morning to tell me about that bastard asking you to spend the damn afternoon with him?” Adam questioned.
Oliver nodded slightly.
“Fuck you, Oliver.”
“Adam—,” Oliver began quickly.

Shoving the keys to his truck in his friend's hands, Adam shook his head. “Go home, just get the fuck out of here,” he demanded, before storming off in the opposite direction, down the sidewalk that inevitably led downtown and further into the city, which brought him farther from home, not that it hardly mattered, for Adam's better judgment was clouded by the pain of Oliver's actions, although they should haven't had such a large effect on him.
Shoving his hands angrily in the pockets of his thin jacket, Adam shuddered inwardly.

Oliver's behavior towards William had risen a sickening jealousy within him, one that, though he had tried to, he simply couldn't control. Witnessing his friend being blindly used and his willing response hurt Adam deeply, for if there was anything that he wished to prevent it would have been the breaking of Oliver's heart, as it meant more to him then his own.

As he walked, Adam hardly noticed the dark figure that was stalking silently behind him until it had caught up to him and pinned him against the brick wall of a nearby building. Being as he was hardly athletic and his own body weight was severely less than expected, Adam barely had enough strength to hold off the attack for more than five minutes.

Through the darkness, he couldn't see his attackers face, though from the broad set of his shoulders, it was clearly a man, and from the pressure he was applying on Adam's wrists to keep they pinned against the wall above his head, it had to be a youthful man.
“Get off of me,” Adam muttered, knowing that screaming would hardly do any good.

The attacker's only response was to move closer to Adam, pushing his hips forward in a swift action that grinded his crotch against Adam's. Through the man's jeans, Adam could feel the hard on, and in his blind state of pain, his soft cock immediately began to rise with heat. Seeing this as a sign of encouragement, the attacker moved forward once more, and began the steady motion of rubbing his crotch against Adam, searching for a hard friction that sent waves of pleasure up Adam's body, inevitably forcing him to moan softly. He was completely giving to the man's wants.

Now, the man, releasing Adam's left hand, though Adam hardly noticed, moved his hand to grab Adam's erection through his jeans, massaging it carefully as he continued with his tormenting grinding. The attacker's head feel against Adam's shoulder as he began kissing his way to his mouth, when he gently kissed his chin, he suddenly squeezed Adam's erection, causing him to groan loudly, although it was encased with the man suddenly kissed him deeply, biting softly on his lower lip as his tongue battled Adam's for control.

The intensity of their public affection grew as the man began to slowly unbutton Adam's jean, continuing their passionate kissing so that Adam hardly noticed until the attacker gently pulled the jeans down with a single hand. Kissing him one last time, the man moved silently downward, collapsing to his knees on the ground before Adam's crotch area. He released Adam's erection from it's prison in his boxers as Adam's fingers began to lace through the man's thick, brown hair, a sign of encouragement.

Adam gasped deeply when the man grasped his hard cock forcefully, slowly licking his head in a rate that was almost torturing. When Adam thrust his hips forward, searching to shove his cock in the man's mouth, the man simply refused. Sighing, Adam fell against the wall and allowed the attacker to continue his tormenting ways.

He could nearly see him smile, when the man went back to work on Adam's erection. His soft hands slowly massaged his shaft while he continued licking his head carefully. Pleasure sounded through Adam's body at the man's actions, and he nearly screamed when his cock was suddenly in the man's throat, for he had deep throated him. The attacker began to make tongue motions around his erection that couldn't possibly be human as he moaned onto Adam's length, sending vibrations through his shafts that were responded by short gasps of pleasure from Adam, who was now clutching onto the man's hair in an act of desperation.

“I'm close,” Adam managed to the attacker as he pulled lightly on his hair, fearful of upsetting his pleasure by cumming forcefully inside the man's mouth.

The attacker simply ignored the action and continued with his work, massaging Adam's shaved balls as he resumed the constant back and force motion of a blowjob. Although he tried to hold back, Adam couldn't help it any longer. The pleasure that the man was making him experience was too great for him to take and so, inevitably, without any warning, he blew his loud with a last desperate scream of pleasure.

Greedily, the man drank his liquid, and spent, Adam collapsed to his knees with a small sigh.

“We'll have to do this again some time,” the man whispered in his ear with a slight laugh, but when Adam opened his green eyes, the man was gone, and he was simply lying on the sidewalk, with his pants pulled down, exposing his soft cock in the moonlight.