Ryan gripped Lucas by the arm, practically dragging him out of the house and toward his car,he was parked in a corner that was covered by the darkness.
In the back of the house it barely had anyone around so it was just the two of them. Lucas stumbled slightly, his vision hazy and his thoughts muddled. Whatever drug Ryan had slipped him was taking effect, intensifying every sensation in his body.
As Ryan shoved him into the passenger seat, Lucas let out a soft, involuntary moan. He leaned back, feeling the leather seat beneath him, and with shaky hands, he tugged off his hoodie, exposing the loose shirt that hung seductively on his lean frame. His breath hitched, the sensation of the air on his skin almost too much to bear. He moved his hand under his shirt to run his hands over his chest, his fingers brushing against his nipples, which had hardened in response.
Ryan, who had just started the car, froze when he heard Lucas's soft moans.
He turned to look at him, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of Lucas writhing in the seat beside him. Lucas's head was thrown back, his lips parted as he played with his nipples, twisting them between his fingers, his moans growing louder.
Unable to resist, Ryan leaned over the console, his hand sliding up Lucas's chest. Lucas let out a sharp gasp as Ryan's fingers brushed over one of his nipples. Ryan hesitated for just a moment, then he lifted the shirt all the way revealing a wide expanse if skin.He dipped his head down without any further hesitation , taking the hard, sensitive nub into his mouth. He sucked on it, his tongue flicking over it as Lucas arched his back, a desperate whimper escaping his lips.
Lucas's fingers tangled in Ryan's hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to suck harder. Ryan's free hand slid down Lucas's torso, his fingers tracing the contours of his forming abs before slipping lower. The car was filled with the sounds of Lucas's moans and Ryan's ragged breathing as he continued to tease and torment Lucas's nipple with his mouth.
The drug in Lucas's system only amplified the pleasure, making every touch, every lick, every pinch feel like fire racing through his veins. His entire body was on edge, craving more, needing more. And Ryan was more than happy to oblige, his own arousal growing as he watched Lucas lose himself to the pleasure.
Ryan finally pulled away, his breathing ragged, his lips swollen from the attention he'd given Lucas's chest. He stared down at Lucas, his eyes dark with desire, but there was a flicker of frustration in them as well.
"I can't wait any longer," Ryan muttered, his voice low and husky. The excitement of being at a party, surrounded by people, only seemed to heighten his eagerness. He let go of Lucas and moved back to his seat, gripping the steering wheel as he tried to compose himself. "We'll finish this somewhere more private."
But instead of seeing the drugged, compliant Lucas he expected, Ryan was met with something else entirely. Lucas leaned back against the seat, a slow, almost delirious laugh bubbling up from his throat.
He smiled darkly his eyes unfocused but Ryan knew he was looking at him.
He didn't seem fazed by Ryan's retreat—in fact, he looked more amused than anything.
Ryan frowned, not understanding the sudden shift. "What's so funny?"
Lucas's laughter continued, soft and sinister. He finally turned his gaze toward Ryan, his blue eyes gleaming with something dark and unsettling. "I'll make sure you're the first in my collection," Lucas whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of anticipation and malevolence.
Ryan blinked, confusion flickering across his face. After a while he brushed it off as the ramblings of a drunk.Seeing Ryan not take what he said seriously the laughter increased but it quickly died down in a pained groan.
Lucas's smirk widened, but he didn't offer any more explanation. Instead, he just watched Ryan with that same unnerving expression, as if he was already imagining what he would do next. Ryan's excitement faltered, replaced by a growing sense of unease, but the desire still lingered, clouding his judgment as he tried to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping up his spine.
Ryan's hand trembled slightly as he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. The unease gnawing at him grew with every passing second, but he was too far gone, too enticed by Lucas's drugged state to back out now. He reached out to touch Lucas again, his hand hovering over the taut skin exposed beneath the shirt.
Before his fingers could make contact, the passenger door was yanked open with a violent force that sent the entire car rocking on its wheels. Ryan barely had time to react before a strong hand grabbed him by the collar, jerking him out of the car with a swift, brutal motion. He stumbled, crashing to the ground, and looked up in shock, his eyes widening as they met Kane's furious gaze.
Kane loomed over him, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a terrifying intensity. His eyes were blazing with anger, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep himself in check. He tightened his grip on Ryan's collar, lifting him slightly off the ground, and leaned in close enough that Ryan could feel his hot breath on his face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kane's voice was a low, dangerous growl, filled with barely contained rage.
Ryan's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He was too shocked, too overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events to form a coherent response. All he could do was stare at Kane, his mind racing to catch up with what was happening.
Behind them, Lucas remained in the passenger seat, watching the scene unfold with a detached amusement. The drug in his system dulled his fear and amplified his thrill, making the situation seem almost surreal. He shifted slightly, leaning forward to get a better view of the confrontation, his dark smile never leaving his face.
Kane's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he lifted Ryan higher, forcing him to stand. "Answer me!" he barked, his voice booming in the otherwise silent night.
Ryan finally managed to choke out a few words, his voice trembling with fear. "I—I wasn't doing anything! We were just—"
"Just what?" Kane interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. He glanced over at Lucas, taking in the disheveled state he was in, and something inside him snapped. He shoved Ryan back against the car with enough force to make him cry out in pain.
Ryan whimpered as he tried to gather himself, his back pressed against the cold metal of the car. His eyes darted around, searching for a way out, but Kane was too close, too menacing. The fear in Ryan's eyes was palpable, and it only fueled Kane's anger.
"You were just what?" Kane repeated, his voice dangerously low. He leaned in, his face inches from Ryan's.
Ryan's lips quivered as he tried to come up with an excuse, but nothing came. All the confidence he'd had earlier evaporated in the face of Kane's fury. "H-He was asking for it!" Ryan stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "You don't understand—he was practically begging me. The way he was acting, the things he was saying... he wanted it."
Kane didn't let him finish. His fist collided with Ryan's face, sending him sprawling to the ground. The impact was brutal, and Ryan cried out in pain, clutching his nose as blood began to pour from it.
"Shut up," Kane growled, standing over him like a predator ready to strike. He wasn't finished. The rage boiling inside him demanded more, demanded retribution for the fear and pain that Ryan had tried to inflict on Lucas.
Ryan tried to crawl away, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but Kane was relentless. He grabbed Ryan by the back of his shirt, dragging him back with ease before delivering another punishing blow to his stomach. Ryan doubled over, gasping for air, his eyes wide with terror.
"Please," Ryan begged, his voice breaking as he tried to shield himself from the onslaught. "Please, stop! I didn't mean it—I was just... just..."
"Just what?" Kane spat, his voice filled with disgust. "Just trying to take what's mine because you thought you could get away with it?" He kicked Ryan in the side, sending him rolling onto his back. "You're nothing but a coward."
Ryan's hands came up in a feeble attempt to protect himself, but Kane swatted them aside with ease. "I'm sorry," Ryan sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he cowered beneath Kane. "I'm sorry, okay? I won't touch him again, I swear! I didn't mean any harm!"