Hopes Lie Flowers Die

This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.

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Axel leant back on his stool, eyes scrolling the club as he nursed his beer, feeling the condensation from the bottle dampen his fingers and radiate a dull chill through his bones.

The music that thumped through the club was loud and jarring, something that was obviously popular among youths. It made Axel feel old in his thirty-two years, made him feel like he didn't belong here.

That was never really a feeling that had left him though, not since he was a young boy-- the feeling of being out of place.

He had achieved a great many things in his life; he excelled in all his schooling, secured a top-tier job at the very top of the corporate ladder-- becoming the youngest CEO in his company's history, and he had built quite the reputation in his respective field, garnering respect wherever he went.

He was also gay.

Everyone who knew him knew that he was, it wasn't a secret, but that didn't stop him from surfing through gay bars across the borderline to pick up men.

It was just easier-- no one knew him, they didn't idolise him and they didn't have some kind of pre-conceived version in their heads about who the great Axel Westwood really was.

Axel could be anyone here.

Except now, though-- because right before him, standing in tight blue jeans that framed his equally tight round ass with a sheer neon green top that almost glowed under the club's strobing amber lights... was Nate Finch.

His high school rival.

He looked different, if not, in some ways, exactly the same. Axel hadn't seen him since they were teenagers, but the man before him now--dancing and smiling care-free with another man-- was disarming.

Painfully gorgeous, even.

His white-blond hair was longer, sitting just a little below his chin, the paleness of it reflecting the colours around him. His mouth was tugged into a wry smile, his lips full and pink and plush-- as if begging to be taken and owned.

Axel couldn't stop staring at him. Not until Nate was suddenly twirling in the other man's arms, twisting to the music with a stretching grin-- and ending in the very spot that was directly in front of Axel's stool, his bright pale eyes catching Axel's gaze and turning that very grin into an expression much closer to horror.

Axel jolted back at that look, his stool rocking at the suddenness of the movement, and by the time he looked up again, Nate was gone.

Something like bitter disappointment gnawed at Axel's gut.

"Fuck."

He bit out, knocking back his bottle and emptying the rest of its contents into his gullet with a scowl.

Axel didn't see the other man for the rest of the night after that, and he tried to be thankful for it. Why the hell would he want to see the single biggest asshole from his school years-- the one who had gone out of his way to torment Axel and his friends? What did it matter that the little shit had somehow grown up to be a walking wet dream?

Fuck him.

A few hours passed after that, and Axel was chatting up some pretty twink with blond hair and blue eyes. Axel tried not examine the reason why he had decided to hit on someone with a passing resemblance to a certain someone... and he tried not to let his mind drift as the other man smiled sweetly up at him and ran his fingers up and down his arm in a way that should have made Axel hard.

"It's a little loud here, right? Did you, um, did you want to maybe come back to my place or--"

The rest of what the blond was saying was quickly cut off when something bowled straight into them... someone with blue jeans and pale, pale hair.

Nate.

"What the fuck is your problem, man!"

Axel's soon-to-be-hookup shrieked, trying to push Nate's slumped body off of him, his pretty face twisting into an ugly scowl.

Axel grabbed for Nate, his large arms quickly winding around the man's slender waist and pulling him up off the other man with surprising ease.

Nate was so much smaller than Axel remembered-- or perhaps Axel was just bigger now, no longer the short stocky boy of his high school years, now over a head taller than Nate with broad shoulders that more than rivalled the other man's almost petite frame.

Axel turned his head to his date, flicking his chin to the side in dismissal.

"Fuck off."

And with that, his pretty would-be hook up scoffed at him indignantly and stormed off.

Axel felt Nate moving in his arms, trying to stand on his own feet and failing with a whimper. Axel pulled him up, balancing him on his knee so that he could look Nate in the face and see what the fuck was going on with him.

What he saw though left him rattled.

Nate looked drunk-- his eyes were glazed and fast-blinking, his mouth ajar and his plump bottom lip trembling. He looked so pale too, more so than what was normal for him.

He looked sick.

"Westwood..."

Nate started, eyes darting sluggishly up and over Axel's face, his hands weakly grabbing at his shirt in a silent plea.

"H-Help, please... in my, drink, someone--"

He hissed out, before his stuttered words slurred into the unintelligible. Axel didn't need further explanation, and with a dawning horror, he realised exactly what had happened.

"Someone spiked your drink?"

Nate nodded quickly, too quickly, his weakened body collapsing further into Axel's grip. He could no longer hold himself up, and his face fell into Axel's neck with another whimper.

"It's ok, I got you, I'll help you."

Axel promised with a grimace, fingers finding their way into Nate's soft hair and stroking it in a way that he hoped was comforting.

With that, Axel paid his tab and quickly made his way out of the club. He decided that hailing a taxi would be safer for both of them in Nate's condition, and once they were both seated and belted up, Axel held Nate close as Nate groaned pitifully into his lap, before finally passing out halfway into the drive.

***

Nate groaned, his long eyelashes fluttering prettily as his eyes flitted open. Axel gave him a small smile as he gently tugged down his tight jeans and shucked them off his legs.

"You're ok, Nate, I got you."

Axel murmured, helping him with his shirt next so that all that was left on him was his socks and a surprisingly bold lace g-string he'd had hidden beneath his pants.

He must have been planning to hook up tonight, Axel guessed. But, well, who wasn't? Why was the idea that Nate was at the club to get laid such a jarring one?

Axel shook it off and went to the bedside table where he had put a glass of water just moments before, after he had dropped Nate onto the bed.

"Here, you need to drink."

Axel said as he propped Nate's lax body up and grabbed the glass.

Nate moaned and shook his head, but he opened his mouth anyway. Axel couldn't help but smirk at that.

The first sip had Nate gurgling, spluttering up the tiny bit of water he had drunk after it must have gone down the wrong way. Axel clapped his back firmly as he coughed, and once that had died down, Axel helped him take a few more sips that he thankfully didn't end up choking on.

Once that was done, Axel put the glass back on the table and helped to gently lower him down again so he was laying on his back, limbs sprawled out and bare chest rising in short little pants.

He was awake, aware-- mostly-- but he couldn't seem to move much, and given his soft moans and rapid blinking, Axel guessed he couldn't speak much either.

"W-Westwood..."

Nate groaned, his left arm starting to rise a little, only to fall back on the bed again when his strength failed him.

"I'm here, Nate. I'm going to take care of you."

Axel murmured softly, fingers gently tucking Nate's long fringe out of his eyes and behind his ear.

Nate's eyebrows knitted together in a tiny frown and he tried to pull away from Axel's hand, but Axel wouldn't let him. He held him there, cupping his cheek with a strong grip.

"I've got you."

Axel said again, finally pulling back so he could start stripping off his own clothes.

Nate watched him with glazed eyes, his bottom lip starting to quiver once Axel was naked and crawling onto the bed, his large weight dipping the mattress as he moved, until he was holding himself above Nate with a smile.

"Shh, I've got you."

Axel whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to each eyelid, before he moved lower, his hot tongue licking along the seam of Nate's plush lips before he finally forced it inside.

Nate's mouth was sweet, like he had been sipping at strawberry daiquiris all night... he tasted as good as he looked-- long body sprawled out and vulnerable, too weak to move, too weak to fight. Axel licked his lips and groaned into him.

Nate whimpered into the kiss, his body starting to shake as Axel's hands explored it, taking in every dip and curve, enjoying the feel of his hard nipples against his chest. His skin was so soft, and Axel took great pleasure in licking every inch of it.

When Axel's fingers grazed down to Nate's ass, he couldn't help but groan. It was better than he imagined-- better than it even looked in those tight little jeans from the club. Axel pressed biting kisses down and across Nate's quivering thighs, enjoying every mark that quickly bloomed across his pale flesh.

"N-Ngh... n-no."

Nate whimpered, his words slurred and close to unintelligible. Axel's cock hardened as he watched Nate struggle, watched his eyes spill with tears as he cried.

It was so fucking gorgeous.

Axel managed to pull himself off the other man for long enough to get lube, and with a slow breath he hiked up Nate's motionless legs over his shoulders so he could start the preparations, Axel's hardening cock twitching at the way Nate jolted and let out a weak sob.

Axel smiled down at him, tugging Nate's g-string out of the way and sinking a finger inside of his tight little hole, using it to stretch him wide, enjoying the way Nate's insides squeezed the digit almost painfully tight as he worked it in and out slowly.

"Shh, just relax."

Nate was crying pitifully now, his eyes rolling unsteadily to the ceiling as he panted with each enduring thrust of Axel finger.

"You're so tight. How did you expect to hook up with someone when you're this tight?"

Axel murmured, amused, squirting more lube on his hole before he tried a second finger, watching Nate jolt again and shudder.

"Why did you look at me like that before at the club, huh? With that... with the look in your eyes? It's been over a decade since we've seen each other, you didn't have to act so horrified."

Nate's eyes squeezed shut, another soft sob escaping his pretty lips. Those lips would probably look fucking amazing wrapped around Axel's cock...

Axel pressed a hard kiss to Nate's knee, then added a third finger. It was a very tight fit, and Nate wouldn't relax his hole at all.

"It was surprising for me to see you too, you know. Seeing you in that place, smiling at some guy, shaking your ass in those tight little jeans. I didn't know you were into men."

Axel shoved three of his fingers all the way in and up to his knuckles, making Nate cry out suddenly, eyes going wide.

"If I had known, maybe we could have gotten along a lot better in high school. Who knows? I could have fucked the bastard right out of you."

"Nh-s-stop..."

Nate panted, wide blinking eyes spilling tears before going glassy and unfocused again.

He started to move a little, his arms weakly spreading out only to still once again. He was trying to twist his torso, his hips angling to the side as if trying to stop Axel's thrusting fingers but he soon lost the small burst of energy he had managed to find and that too eventually halted.

"You've got such a pretty hole, don't you? It's so pink and puffy now, and all it took was a few fingers."

Axel slowly slid out his fingers, frowning when Nate's once-stretched hole closed tight once again.

"Maybe it needs a little more encouragement, hm?"

Axel hiked Nate's legs up higher on his shoulders, pulling Nate all the way up until his soft thighs were pressed against Axel's ears.

He moved in then, his tongue finding Nate's hole and tracing around the taut ring.

Nate was making the sweetest little mewls, high-pitched pants that spurred Axel on until he was tongue deep inside of him, fucking him with it in quick wet thrusts.

Axel took his time, sucking and licking and tasting the puffy pucker until it was good and soaked. Soft and ready for him. He only wished he could have tasted him without the awful strawberry-flavoured lube he had smeared all over his hole.

Nate was ready.

"You'll enjoy this, I promise. I'll make it feel so good for you."

Axel said, his voice going deep and husky when he finally laid Nate back down on the bed and feasted on the sight of him. He was unfairly beautiful. Especially like this-- so vulnerable and helpless.

Axel pressed hot kisses up and over his thighs, stomach, chest, his lips butterflying hungry pecks over as much skin as he possibly could. When he got to his mouth, he enjoyed something slower, something more sensual and deep, stroking the velvet walls of Nate's mouth with his tongue and nibbling at his sinful full lips.

"Don't be scared, you're safe with me."

Axel promised softly, pulling back only to kiss him gently on his forehead. Nate closed his eyes.

After enough preamble, Axel moved to get himself ready, pumping his hard cock a few times before he lubed it up and shifted forward.

He pushed Nate's legs apart and stuffed a pillow under his lower back so that his waist was angled higher, then Axel lined himself up.

He had prepared Nate more than thoroughly, and he had made sure to very slowly push the head of his cock into him, but he still saw Nate wince, a tremor racing through his body as Axel pressed relentlessly forward.

Axel grunted, pausing for a moment to gather himself before he continued, watching Nate's face to ensure he wasn't causing him too much pain.

"Relax, Nate, it will feel good once you relax for me."

Nate just screwed his eyes shut tightly, his breath coming almost too quick as Axel finally bottomed out.

"Fuck."

Axel groaned, pure pleasure rippling through him at the blissful tightness clinging to his cock and sucking him in, further than he could ever go.

Fuck, he'd never felt an ass this tight before--never felt a hole that clung to him like Nate's did at this very moment.

It was too much. Too good. If he wasn't careful, he could get addicted to this.

His face fell into Nate's neck, breathing him in greedily before he pulled his hips back then thrust forward again, feeling Nate tremble beneath him.

"I wonder... how many cocks you've taken here."

Axel grunted, hiking Nate's legs up higher so that he was spread wide.

Nate was sobbing weakly in Axel's ear, soft breathy sobs that only made Axel want to fuck him harder, until those sobs turned into loud cries of pleasure.

He wanted to feel Nate's arms around him, wanted to feel the other man moving his hips to meet every hard thrust, he wanted...

He wanted Nate to want him too.

Axel sank his teeth into the crook of Nate's neck, possessive, dominating. Hungry.

Feeling Nate's soft body against him, their skin flush together... every time he moved, he felt Nate shudder, felt him cry beneath him. It was too good-- too perfect.

Axel felt his end nearing and he pulled back, too desperate to keep this going, to keep ahold of the man beneath him. He shuddered, eyes raking down Nate's quivering form, greedy on the sight of his naked body. His for the taking.

Axel grabbed him, hands turning gentle as he pulled Nate's lifeless body up, tucking him into his arms. The embrace was one-sided, but that didn't mean Axel didn't relish it, didn't groan at the feel of their chests pressed together tightly, his cock still deep inside of him, joining them both more than mere flesh truly could. Nate was so small in his arms, so perfect. Like he was made to be held.

Axel held him up like that as he fucked him, the angle should have been awkward, but it felt right. It felt more intimate than it should have felt between former childhood enemies.

Nate's head lulled with every thrust, and Axel had to tuck the man's face into his neck. He kissed him, wherever his lips could touch, savouring the taste of his skin.

Visions of Nate dancing in the club flashed through his mind, the image of his smile haunting him. Tormenting him. Axel wasn't given his smile, Axel only got this... this petty faux-intimacy.

He held Nate's head up, forcing their eyes to meet. Nate's mouth was open, no strength to keep his jaw closed. He blinked weakly up at Axel, eyes heavy and filled, tears making steady streams down his cheeks.

"You know... if you hadn't been such a-- such a dick in school..."

Axel scowled, words trailing off as his fingers dug into Nate's jaw and yanked him forward so their faces were only inches apart.

"I grew up with awful, awful people, Nate... I didn't get a happy childhood, I didn't get parents who loved me-- all I had was school, that was the only place I had that was safe--the only place I had where I felt special... and you almost fucking ruined that. You went out of your way to remind me how cruel life can be."

Nate just blinked at him, tears falling freely, mouth still open wide and slack. Axel felt anger rise in his gut at the unpleasant memory he had unwittingly dragged up... memories of a scared little boy being tossed from foster home to foster home... memories of coming to school in clothes that were too big or too worn or too dirty, having cruel kids like Nate-Fucking-Finch make fun of him for things he had no control over, and making his life ten times worse than it had to be. Then it already was...

"I should have bent you over a desk years ago, should have fucked your tight little ass until you begged me for forgiveness."

Axel growled, speeding up his thrusts, eyes holding Nate's in a glare. He was still holding Nate's head up and he used that to his advantage, gripping him tighter and pulling him forward, crashing their lips together in an all-consuming kiss.

Nate whimpered into it but otherwise didn't have the strength to stop him. Axel grinned, licking into Nate's mouth, enjoying the sweetness there. He really did like daiquiris.

"I can imagine it now-- Eighteen-year-old high school heart-throb Nate Finch on his knees for his Class President and Valedictorian like a good slut. I bet you'd be desperate to please, too, I bet you would suck my cock like an eager little whore."

Axel nibbled his bottom lip, enjoying the plumpness of it between his teeth. What would it feel like to have Nate kiss him back?

"Shh, I've got you."

Axel whispered, his kisses turning soft as he felt Nate's tremors begin to worsen. He pressed a kiss to Nate's forehead, soft and slow, in an effort to what? Comfort him? Axel wasn't sure, but it felt right.

He fucked him like that, pressing soft kisses all over his face and neck, embracing him close as he pounded into him hard and steady, one hand moving down to wrap around Nate's limp cock so he could stroke it in time with every thrust.

Axel felt his release rise up in him and this time he couldn't stop it. He held Nate close, letting his tightness push him over the edge, until he was coming hard, filling Nate to the brim with his hot seed. Marking him as his own.

Nate let out a defeated little cry as Axel came inside him, a sound that made Axel pull him impossibly closer with his last few jagged thrusts.

They fell to the bed, Axel's body heavy atop the other man, shuddering against him in heavy panting breaths.

When he got enough of his energy back, he forced Nate to come, enjoying how tightly Nate gripped onto him when he came all over Axel's hand.