Title: Little Man
Beta:
ozsaur - my hero and shit
Pairing: Simon Adebisi/Kenny Wangler
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Non-con
Spoilers: Through Season Three, Episode Six: Cruel And Unusual Punishments
Summary: Kenny struggles with the sexual aspect of being Adebisi's prag. Confused by Adebisi's ability to provide pleasure as well as pain, he begins to doubt everything he's always believed to be true about himself.
Word Count: 3628 words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Notes: A sequel to
How To Train A Prag (In Three Easy Lessons). This fic was written for
Oz_Magi2,
for the request: Adebisi/Wangler and some "Gangsta lovin' in the shower."
Time Line: This fic takes place right before the part in Secret Identities
(Season 3, Episode 7) when Adebisi and Kenny accuse McManus of
"fondling" Kenny. The time line is a bit vague, there, but I'm saying
it's been aproximately two weeks since the scene in Cruel and Unusual Punishments when Kenny is found tied down to his bunk, after he returns from his wife's funeral to discover his new roommate is Adebisi.
Little Man
“How
you feeling, Kenny? You feel better, now?” Kenny opened his eyes to see
Adebisi leaning up against the doorframe of their pod. He watched Kenny
as he lounged casually on his bunk, spread out, leaning back on his
elbows. He was feeling pretty mellow, to be honest, but he wasn’t sure
he wanted Adebisi to know just how comfortable he was, so he just
shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess I’m alright. I’m not so pissed off at you anymore, if that’s what you mean. So, you gonna let me out, now?”
“Not yet, little man. Not until you do what I tell you to.”
Kenny frowned. “Yo - why we gotta do it now?
Why can’t we wait until it gets dark, man? I hate his shit. With all
the lights on, anyone can see what we're doing. That ain’t cool, man.”
Adebisi was frowning at him again, and Kenny felt his gut clench. He hated it when Adebisi was pissed off, ‘cause it usually hurt
more then, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he caved in. He
knew he would. Probably had something to do with the pills Adebisi gave
him, but he’d promised he’d stop arguing if Adebisi got him high, so he
guessed he should just get it over with. Then maybe Adebisi’d let him
watch some tv before they had to go back to the kitchen.
“Okay,
okay. I said I’d do whatever you want. So I’ll do it. Come on, let’s
just get it over with, alright?” Kenny stood up and opened his arms in
a gesture of defeat. Yeah. Better to get it over with. Besides,
whatever it was that Adebisi’d given him was doing the trick. The
arguing was more habit than anything else. Right now, he really didn’t
give two fucks.
Maybe Adebisi should have given him this shit
when he came back from the funeral that first night, to find out Poet
and Junior were in the burn ward, and he had a new roommate. It all
would have gone down much easier than it did.
Adebisi smiled
at him, that big happy grin that showed all his teeth, but never
touched his eyes, and Kenny sighed, relieved. Looked like Adebisi
wasn’t gonna hold a grudge this time. He wiped his palms on his jeans
as Adebisi slipped onto the lower bunk, his legs sprawled wide. Pulling
the pillow up behind him, Adebisi leaned back into the corner.
“Take
your shirt off.” Kenny was a little surprised at this; if they fucked
during the day, Adebisi didn’t usually tell him to take his clothes
off. He looked around, but almost everyone was at work, or down in
front of the tvs, so he shrugged and pulled his Jersey off, and tossed
it on the trunk. Then he turned back to Adebisi, slightly apprehensive,
hoping he wouldn’t want him naked. If a guard came by, there’d be no
way to disguise what they were doing.
“That’s nice, little
Kenny. Now, come here. Sit here between my legs.” Adebisi patted the
space between his thighs, opening them wider, bending his knees. There
was a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Shit. He bet Adebisi
would want him to touch him. He hated that shit, and there was that
strange heaviness in his gut - though maybe that was the rush; the
chance of getting caught.
He crossed over slowly, and sat
down, his knees bumping up against Adebisi’s. “That’s right, little
Kenny. Just like that. Now, take my cock out. Ah ah!” He shook his
head, “Don’t argue with me, just do it.” Kenny held back his usual
arguments about how sick that shit was. He didn’t want the ugly
motherfucker mad at him. He’d just jerk him off, then split to the tvs.
Besides, he really wasn’t as freaked out as he usually was,
thanks to the pills Adebisi fed him, so he reached over and pulled open
the waist of Adebisi’s sweats. Adebisi sat there and stared at Kenny,
watching him quietly. Kenny was relieved to see that he wasn’t wearing
his usual jockeys. He couldn’t explain why, but for some reason, he’d
rather touch Adebisi’s cock than his underwear. He didn’t know
what that meant, so he just pushed it into the back of his mind, and
avoided thinking about it.
He pulled the sweats down in the
front, and easily found Adebisi’s cock. It was already half-hard, which
was some weird shit, if you asked Kenny. But if Adebisi got hard over
Kenny taking off his shirt, then that was just gonna make this whole
thing a hell of a lot easier. He braced himself and reached in -
grabbed Adebisi’s big cock in his fist and squeezed. Adebisi grunted
and thrust up into Kenny’s hand.
“That’s good, Kenny. Use your
other hand, too. Rub your fingers around the head.” Kenny shrugged,
reached over and ran his thumb over the head. “Yeah, like that.”
Thinking about something that he liked doing to himself, he wrapped his
fingers around the head and twisted them, like he was opening the top
on a bottle. What the hell, if it got this over faster, he’d try
anything. It was kind of strange, holding Adebisi’s cock like this.
He’d made Kenny jerk him off before, but usually only one handed, in
the kitchen’s storage area, and it was always a rush job. This was
different.
Adebisi’s cock jerked in his hand, and Kenny
jumped. “Shit!” Then he started snickering - almost giggling. Oh, man.
He couldn’t help it. It was funny - it had felt like a big snake in his
hands, trying to get loose. That was so weird. Adebisi laughed, too -
kinda low and breathy, still watching Kenny intently through
half-closed eyes.
Kenny could feel Adebisi’s cock getting
longer and thicker and harder. He concentrated on the top, his fist
twisting and turning, until Adebisi’s big, warm hand closed on the
loose grip his other hand had on the base of his cock. He started
guiding Kenny’s hand up and down on the shaft, his foreskin making it
easy to move, even without lube. Oh, right, he should have thought of
that. Moving both hands at once was better.
That wasn’t so
bad. Just work up a rhythm and make the two hands work together. He
held on a little tighter to the bottom as he stroked, falling into the
beat of it. It felt weird, different than his own, but the same,
somehow. Hard underneath, soft outside. Spongy feeling. He wondered
what Adebisi’s balls felt like. He bet they were just as heavy as they
looked. He thought about picking them up, and weighing them in his
hands, but he already had his hands full. He felt himself getting lost
in the rhythm, and was totally surprised when Adebisi suddenly pulled
his hands away.
“Stop.” Sitting up, Adebisi shoved his heavy cock back in his sweats.
Kenny blinked and looked up at him. “What’s wrong?” He looked around, thinking maybe someone was watching.
“I’m not ready to come yet.”
Damm.
It was going to be hard to fuck in here without a hack seeing it. What
the hell did he have in mind? Adebisi pushed Kenny off the bed, and
stood up. “Get our towels and the lube. We’re going to the showers.”
Kenny stood there, frozen. “What? No fucking way! Everyone will see us!”
Adebisi towered over him, getting up into his face. “What did you say? Are you telling me no?”
Kenny swallowed, and backed up a couple of steps. “Sorry, man. Sorry.”
“Don’t
worry, I got people to watch for us. Now do what you’re told. Let’s
go.” Adebisi stood in the doorway, his hard-on tenting his sweatpants,
his bare chest shiny with sweat, and that fucking hat tilted on his
head. Kenny felt like he was in a fog. He knew he should be horrified
at what he was about to do, but all he felt was confused. He grabbed
their towels, pulled the lube out from under his mattress, and walked
down to the showers, aware of Adebisi following him. If anyone was
paying attention, they’d see Adebisi’s hard-on and know just exactly
what was going on.
He didn’t realize when it happened, but by
the time they got to the showers, there were two homeboys trailing
behind them. Kenny walked in, relieved to see that there was no one
else there. Adebisi smiled as he checked out the room. Kenny realized
he must have timed this; come to think of it, he almost never saw
anyone in there this time of the afternoon.
The two homeboys
parked outside the door, and Adebisi nodded to them, then turned to
Kenny, who stood in front of the sinks, his head still all foggy. “Take
your jeans off, little Kenny.” Adebisi was jerking his cock through the
fabric of his sweatpants, with a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna fuck
you right through the tiles, and you’re gonna come so hard you’ll blast
a hole in the wall.”
“Why? Its okay, man. I don’t need to come,
honest. You can just get your rocks off, and there’ll be lest chance of
us getting caught.” He knew better than to argue. He knew it would just
piss Adebisi off. But he’d said it before he even realized he was going
to. It had to be those damn drugs. What had he given Kenny, anyway?
Adebisi
slowly backed Kenny up against the dividing wall between the showers
and the sinks, towering over him. Kenny hit the wall, cold tile against
warm skin, and jumped. Adebisi leaned up close, one hand on either side
of his body, and whispered in his ear. “Why? You wanna know why, little
man? I do it because I can.” He pulled back abruptly, grabbing
the lube out of Kenny’s hand. “Take off your pants, Kenny. I’m gonna
fuck you now.” He pulled off his sweats and laid his cap reverently on
top of them, as if it would disappear if he didn’t take proper care of
it.
Kenny dropped the towels on the wall, and slowly began to
take his pants off. Shit. He knew Adebisi was just fucking with his
head. It was just a power trip - Adebisi’s way of showing him who’s
boss. But knowing it didn’t change the facts. He told himself every
time that he wouldn’t get caught up in it, not this time; but he always
did. Kenny took a deep breath, and turned around.
Adebisi was
already over at the shower heads, watching him, hot water pouring out
of the two shower heads in the corner, the steam rising up around him,
tube of lube in his hand. He stood there, legs apart, the skin on his
big, dark body shiny with the steam, and grinning that wicked smile. He
held up his index finger, and curled it, motioning Kenny to join him.
And Kenny started to laugh.
He hadn’t realized it was going to
happen, but when he started laughing, he remembered: Adebisi had given
his those damn happy pills; did he have this in mind all along? Kenny
dropped his pants onto the wall, and walked around to Adebisi, who
stood there watching him.
“What’s so funny, little Kenny? Why you laughing so hard?”
“You
reminded me of my third grade teacher, man. She used to do that thing
with her finger, when she was gonna spank us. We knew we were in
trouble when Mrs. Green crooked her finger at us.”
Adebisi
walked around behind Kenny, smoothing his hand over the cheeks of
Kenny’s ass. “Is that what you want, little Kenny? You want me to spank you?”
Kenny
was totally unprepared for the hard swat to his ass cheek. He spun
around in time to deflect the second blow. “Ow! Damn. Why’d you do that
shit?”
“Is that what you want? You want me to spank you, or fuck
you? Huh? Which do you want?” He’d continued to move, so he was behind
Kenny again, this time rubbing his hand up against Kenny’s sore cheek.
“Your choice, Kenny. What do you want?”
“Neither, man! I just want to go watch tv until we have to go back to work. Why can’t I do that?”
“You can. But not until both of us have come. So stop whining like a baby and take it like a man.”
“Come on, you just fucked me last night. Do you really need more?”
“Then
you’d rather I spank you?” He smacked his ass again, even harder this
time, and Kenny howled and twisted, catching Adebisi’s hand before he
could do it again.
“Fuck me! I’d rather you fucked me.” He
stopped, eyes wide, realizing what he’d just said. Adebisi just smiled,
like he’d known what Kenny would say all along. Then he shoved Kenny’s
shoulder, forcing him to brace himself with his hands against the slick
tile between the two showers heads. “Hands up against the wall. Spread
your legs apart. That’s it. Good.”
Then cold wet fingers slid
down his ass crack, and he shivered as Adebisi pushed two fingers in
his ass. They hadn’t been doing this very long, but Kenny had already
learned the benefits of being lubed and stretched open. Adebisi was a
big man, with a big cock. He didn’t want that thing in his ass at all,
but if he had to have it, he definitely wanted to be ready for it. And
besides, as much as he hated it, he had to admit, Adebisi was good at
it. He knew how to work Kenny’s sweet spot, almost enough to make him
want it. Not quite, but almost.
Sweet spot. Kenny laughed
again, and Adebisi leaned up against him as he scissored his fingers
inside Kenny, opening him up with practiced ease, and whispered in his
ear. “You’re good and high, aren’t you, Kenny? You like this little
cocktail I worked up for you? I need to remember this one. What’s so
funny this time, little man? Huh? What you laughing at?”
“I
never even knew I had a prostate, man. Let alone what it could do.”
Adebisi grinned, running his fingers over the spot, and Kenny moaned
and shoved back against his hand, still laughing. “Shit. Oh yeah.
That’s it. You find it every time, don’t you?” He bit his tongue when
he realized what he’d said, pissed off at himself. He’d never have said
all that if he wasn’t so high. The last thing that sick motherfucker
needed was another hold over him. But he still couldn’t stop laughing.
Shit.
Adebisi laughed along with him. “Prostate? I never told
you that’s what it was. You go and ask someone, Kenny? I can just see
you asking that pretty lady Doctor - Dr. Nathan. ‘Tell me, Pretty
Doctor, what is it that Adebisi does to me when he fucks me up the ass?
How does he drive me so crazy?’ That what you said, Kenny?”
“Yeah,
right. I looked it up on the internet, man. What do you think? I’m not
stupid - uh.” He stopped talking, then. He was just getting himself in
deeper. And Adebisi had three strong fingers inside him now, rubbing
something fierce against his sweet spot, and as much as he hated to
admit it, it was driving him crazy.
Suddenly, Adebisi
was pressed up tight behind Kenny, pushing him up against the wall,
pushing his legs farther apart with his thick thighs, pulling him up
onto his toes. Adebisi pulled his fingers out and with almost no
warning, he was inside Kenny, and Kenny just cried out, wordlessly as
Adebisi plunged up into him. They’d never done it in this position,
before, and Kenny was shocked. It felt like Adebisi was further up
inside him than he’d ever been before.
Kenny never thought about
how much taller Adebisi was, until he realized how far Adebisi had to
bend his knees to get in the right position to fuck him. It made every
push inside him feel stronger and more powerful, with all that weight
and muscle under him, behind him, thrusting up inside him with every
stroke.
He cried out - “Oh, Jesus!” Adebisi was pushing him up
tight against the wall, and with each push, it felt like his feet were
about to leave the ground. As if he would be suspended off the floor,
held there by the solid wall of Adebisi’s body.
Kenny’s cock was
hard, the cold tile pressed up against it sending shivers up his spine.
This was so intense, he couldn’t tell if it was just the drugs or the
fact of his being lifted practically off the ground, held up by
Adebisi, or the possibility of being caught in the shower room, but it
was the wildest sensation he could ever remember. He struggled hard not
to let Adebisi know how much this was affecting him. He bit his cheek
hard, trying to hold in his moans, but it wasn’t easy, and he couldn’t
seem to stop the way his breath left him in a rough grunt every time
Adebisi thrust into him again.
Then Adebisi pulled all the way
out, and spun him around. He realized that Adebisi was just as affected
by this as he was. He was already covered with sweat, breathing
heavily, his eyes wild; Kenny just stood there watching him,
fascinated, as he tried to calm his breathing. Then Adebisi just picked
Kenny up and slammed him against the tiles hard enough that he lost his
breath.
It took him a minute to realize what Adebisi’d said:
“Wrap your legs around my waist. Hurry.” It finally hit him, and he
did, just about the time Adebisi’s hands slipped from the water and the
sweat, and Kenny fell down six inches or so. Adebisi’s hard cock slid
up against Kenny’s balls and rubbed up next to his dick. They both
gasped at the sensations.
Adebisi grabbed Kenny’s ass and shoved
him up against the wall again, trying to hold him up enough to settle
Kenny on his cock. Kenny grabbed the shower pipe over his head and
pulled up, easing the load on Adebisi’s arms, so he was able to aim his
cock with one hand and hold onto Kenny’s ass with the other. Adebisi
thrust up just as Kenny felt his grip on the shower head slip.
They
both cried out - then Adebisi slammed him up against the wall again and
started a rhythm going that was hard and fast. Kenny tightened his grip
on the shower head’s pipe and just tried to hang on. He could feel
Adebisi’s hot breath in his ear, as he gasped with every thrust.
Kenny
finally gave up trying to hide how turned on he was, and just hung on
for the ride. He could feel his cock, pressed hard between their
bodies, and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. From this
angle, Adebisi was hitting his prostate with nearly every stroke, and
he knew he was gonna come any minute now.
His orgasm started low
in his balls, tingling and sparking up his ass right into his spine,
rushing out into his arms and shoulders and right up into his head. He
felt it take over, shuddered long and hard, and collapsed forward.
Adebisi’s body was frozen over Kenny’s, and he cried out, pulsing hard
up into Kenny’s ass. Kenny could feel it as he came, each time
Adebisi’s cock let go and throbbed inside of him.
Kenny
finally let go, and the two slid down at the same time, falling
collapsed into a pile on the wet floor. They lay there for a while,
both trying to catch their breaths, as the hot water washed Kenny’s
come off both of their chests.
Kenny finally opened his eyes and
watched as Adebisi clambered to his feet, and stood under one of the
shower heads, rinsing his body off, sticking his head under the water,
letting it pour over his shoulders. Then he knelt down next to Kenny
and whispered into his ear.
“Don’t you ever tell me you
don’t want it, Kenny. Cause now I know better, don’t I? Get up and
clean yourself off. And don’t ever forget, Kenny. You belong to me.”
Kenny
watched Adebisi wrap the towel around his waist and grab his cap,
walking out, stopping to talk to the two homeboys at the door. They all
three laughed, and Kenny blushed hot, knowing they were talking about
him. He dried off, his hands shaking, and pulled his jeans back on.
There was no way he was walking out of here in just a towel.
He
tried to concentrate, to figure out exactly what had happened to him
today. He needed to know what was in that cocktail Adebisi had fed him.
Probably E, or something like it, something to make him susceptible and
easy to persuade. But he couldn’t blame it all on the drugs. He’d
agreed to take them, he hadn’t been forced. Well, not really. Any more
than he was being forced to be in Adebisi’s pod in the first place. He
laughed bitterly under his breath. “Right.”
He grabbed his
towel, and draped it over his shoulder. Then picked up Adebisi’s sweats
and the lube sitting on top of them, and walked out, head held high,
refusing to look at anyone, all the way back to his pod. Adebisi wasn’t
there, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed onto his bunk,
closed his eyes and curled up into a ball. He’d have to think about all
of this meant eventually, but right now, he didn’t want to think about
anything at all.
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