tw intoxication, dubious consent
you didn't wanna sound like some 50s suburban white guy, but jesus christ, that was a long fucking day.
your body ached, and all you really wanted to do was get high and go to bed, and you didn't waste any time getting those things done.
you changed out of your work clothes and grabbed the joint you'd been keeping in your desk drawer.
there were also pills you'd been saving in the bathroom cabinet and you decided this was a good a time as any to take them.
anything so long as it didn't mean having to think.
-
it was cathartic how the anxiety and tension in your shoulders melted away. the smoke from the joint smelled like citrus and pine and you held it in your lungs before breathing out eloquently.
it was quiet; only a few cars drove by your apartment complex. crickets chirped somewhere in the background but your head had already began buzzing and you didn't pay much attention to it. it was nice, the quiet. so much more manageable that being around people all day, the noises of corporate work echoing in your head, like some sort of fucked up lullaby that refused to be quelled.
a patio door shoved open.
glancing up, you saw lalo salamanca looking down at you from his third floor balcony. you knew him well enough. well enough to know that he was renting his apartment temporarily after finding himself in albuquerque on a "business trip", anyways. he was nice too. he let you into the building once when you were too drunk to find your keys, and made good conversation when you ran into him in the halls.
"hey chico, are you smoking?" he called down. you glanced up, scrunching your nose.
"yeah. what's it to you?"
"you're smoking and you don't invite me?"
"ok well- no one's stopping you." you called back up to him. he stared at you for a second, completely silent, then:
"don't go anywhere."
a minute later, the front door of the building opened and lalo came walking out. you were visibly already on another planet and lalo couldn't help but laugh.
"oh, cosita ingenua.(oh, you naive little thing.)" he said.
"what?" you asked him, not understanding a lick of spanish.
"don't worry about it. hey- gimme that," lalo said, taking to joint from your fingers and taking a long drag. you watched him through a haze of brain fog and fatigue.
"i didn't know you smoked," he said. you took the joint back and took your own turn.
"right back atcha," you mumbled. lalo watched you, his eyes flickering across your face and hands. for a very brief second, you wondered what he was thinking, but it was almost immediately overshadowed by the buzz still going strong in your head. you zoned out, staring at the ground, head completely empty.
the joint fell from your hand and landed unceremoniously on the ground.
"awe man..." you pouted, picking it up. it had gone out and you fumbled with your lighter, struggling to light it again.
lalo hadn't moved this entire time, and was still watching you failing to light the joint.
"jesus christ, chico, come here," he said, taking the joint from you and lighting it himself. "mouth. open. now." he told you once it was lit properly again. lalo took a lung-full breath of smoke and before you had any say in the matter, he was cupping your face and shotgunning the smoke into your mouth.
he was so close you could smell him, and he smelled painfully good. like palo santo, and cooking spices, and teakwood. you were almost upset when he pulled back again.
"woah." was all that came out of you as a reply.
"you liked that, didn't you?" he asked, and all you could do was nod. he stepped closer, almost staring you down. "you want me to do it again?"
without thinking, you nodded.
just like the first time, he took a long drag and blew the smoke into your mouth. only this time, he didn't cup your face. he laced it through your hair and pulled just gently enough for you to let out the most innocent little whine.
lalo laughed, having elicited the exact response he was hoping for. he pulled you in for a hug, enveloping you in darkness. his hand was on the back of your head, and it was cold. his fingers trailed along your neck, rubbing up and down and made you feel funny.
"i think you've had enough," he whispered into your ear, apparently making all the decisions for you now. lalo carefully put out the joint and put it back in the plastic bag you'd been keeping it in, and he slipped it back into your pocket. "how about i walk you back to your apartment."
-
there was a confused frown etched into your brow and you subconsciously had one hand on the side of the wall to steady yourself. thoughts were blending into one another, and the world had become an incoherent haze. but you felt good. this is what you'd been hoping for- what the whole week had been building up to.
"maldito, chiquito, how low is your tolerance?" he snickered, walking beside you towards the elevator.
"not super low. took some pills too." you told him, pushing the button that summoned the elevator. there wasn't a braincell coherent enough in your mind to figure out why that was so funny to lalo. lalo was too busy laughing at how easy this was going for him.
"and you didn't think to share those either?"
"i didn't know you were as fucked up as me."
the elevator doors closed and lalo turned to you. he laced his fingers through your hair and tugged again, a little harder this time, but still receiving the same little whine as last time. he didn't let go, keeping his hands where they were.
"you really like that, don't you?" he asked, staring at you again. his eyes had a sort of weird glint in them, and it made you nervous, but curious at the same time. you wanted more and no part of your brain was awake enough to think about it rationally for more than half a second.
"yeah." you whimpered.
you stopped on the third floor.
"hey, i live on the-"
"-fifth floor, i know, chico, we're gonna stop at my place for a second." lalo said. you sighed, tiredly, your mind already a million miles past the hair pulling. still, physically you felt different. not more awake, god no, but...warm? was that right? warmer?
you blinked and looked up when you felt someone take your hand off the wall and hold it in his own. lalo was still next to you, holding you close.
"i'm gonna take good care of you tonight."
-
his apartment wasn't nearly as dressed up as yours was. simple furniture, a rug, a tv, but nothing hanging off the walls, no books, nothing special.
"sorry it's so dull chiquito, you should see my house down in Mexico, it's way nicer than this shitty place."
"you live in mexico?" you asked, high out of your mind.
"si. correcto, conejito. so smart." he said, tapping your cheek. somewhere in the depths of your consciousness you knew he was being condescending, but it translated to something very different when it finally rung through your brain. laughter bubbled up from your chest and you pressed your head into lalo's chest again.
lalo didn't waste any time and took his chance when it stared him right in the face. his hands held your head so he could control which direction he wanted your face to point. gripping your hair he moved your head so that your jaw was pointing out to him and he kissed down your neck like a fictional vampire going in for the kill. giggling, you wrapped your arms around his back.
"vamos a llevarte a la cama, huh? let's get you to bed baby boy." he whispered into your ears, guiding you to the bedroom.
his bed was the most comfortable thing you'd ever lain on, certainly more than your own.
"i thought you didn't sleep?" you mumbled. he'd said that one. you remembered. he did. you swore...
"yeah but..." lalo replied, shutting the door behind him, "you can use a bed for more than just sleeping."
finally- finally something clicked in your brain.
"let's get these off. you don't wanna sleep in jeans now, do you?" he said, climbing on top of you, virtually pinning you down, undoing your belt buckle.
he felt heavy on top of you, but it felt good. you made a noise- something else incoherent, and let yourself sink into the mattress.
"that's it, just relax. just relax, conejito. i'll take care of you." lalo said, his fingers slipping under the band of your underwear. his thumb brushed along your pelvic bone and you whined.
clumsily, you reached out to grab lalo's wrist.
"wait..." you mumbled, the embers of some sort of fear sparked in your chest. your boxers were already halfway down. "wait, seriously-"
"yes, chiquito?" he asked, still inching your underwear off.
" 'm trans- i- bro i don't have a dick." you told him, the most coherent thing to come out of your mouth in the last hour.
lalo slid your boxers off and threw them on the ground. he spread your legs, looming over you. he laughed at your statement, and you still couldn't figure out why it was so funny to him.
you felt something cold part your lips and his thumb, barely touching you, teasing you, rubbed circles into you. you groaned, pushing your head back into the pillows.
"this looks like a dick to me." he said, pressing harder onto it. you couldn't help but moan louder, reveling in how good it felt. his fingers found their way into your hole and you gasped, instinctively closing your knees. lalo shoved them open and you felt a harsh slap across your face.
"hey! you keep your legs open for me. understand?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious.
"okay." you whimpered.
"next time i won't just hit you across the face, chiquito. you listen to me." lalo said, working his fingers back into you. "i see you're already nice and soaked for me. i guess you're capable of doing that at least."
he kept touching and feeling you, pushing his fingers inside of you until you couldn't hold on anymore. you came all over his hand and liquid dripped off his wrist and...lalo looked furious.
"im sorry." you whined, shaking, "i'm sorry i just..."
"keep your legs open." lalo said, his voice dangerously soft. you obeyed, and yelped when he did exactly as he warned early. a wet smack landed hard against your dick. it was swollen and hard and so, so sensitive and you cried out again, and again as he slapped you until he'd decided you'd learned your lesson.
"you're mine, and you do as i say. you cum when i tell you to. not before, not after, understand?" he repeated,
"yes- yes lalo." you nodded.
"good." he smiled, undoing his own belt buckle. "you can be as loud as you want- let the neighbours know how much of a whore you are, just as long as you do as i say."
his pants dropped to the ground, and wrapping one hand around your throat, he remained punctual and wasted no time pressing himself into you. your back arched and your hands rushed to grab his shoulders once more. you gasped and moaned, not a thought in your head.
"bet that weed's really getting to you now, isn't it, baby boy? or those pills you kept talking about? i bet they're really making their rounds now. get yourself all loosened up, let some random guy two floors down from you blow smoke into your mouth, let him lead you into his apartment, and you call me fucked up? hm? is that how it is?" he asked, fucking himself into you with no hesitation or plans to slow down.
"lalo..." you groaned, gripping the sheets. you couldn't even process what he was saying, just that whatever he was doing felt good and you didn't want it to stop. your high only amplified everything.
"yeah baby boy? what is it carino. does it feel good to be fucked by a guy you barely know?"
"yes, god yes." you moaned. your dick pulsed between your legs and lalo took his free hand to it, rubbing his thumb up and down it, using your own cum as lube. "get comfortable baby, we're gonna be here for a while."
-
you lost track of time far too easily. everything swirled in your head like one big cloudy haze. you fell asleep at one point, and woke up a little while later covered in spit and cum, with lalo sucking you off, swirling his tongue around your cock.
you think it's somewhere around three in the morning when lalo finally gives you permission to cum again. everything felt heightened and hot, and your pulsing hole was sore and wet and still full of lalo's dick.
"you can let go for me, carino, i know you have to, you can let go." he said, and fresh tears came into your eyes at hearing him tell you to cum.
"please- it's- lalo-" you slurred. you'd essentially become his fuck puppy for the night. brain completely empty, lalo tearing orgasm after orgasm out of you, until you were nothing but a shaking wet puddle. you didn't even remember your shirt coming off, but there you were, abdomen covered in lalo's cum.
"oh perrito, is it too much? are you gonna start to cry again? are you gonna cry like the whore you are?" he asked with mock sympathy. he slapped you across the face again and kept thrusting into you, or rather- gripping you by your hips and moving you up and down on his cock like some fuck toy you'd buy at a sex store. "i said cum, so you'd better fucking cum."
his hand was on your dick once more, rapidly rubbing it back and forth. all you could do was scream.
"there you go, slut, be loud. be as loud as you fucking can." lalo growled, unrelenting.
"please, please, please," you moaned, sobbing, though the words meant nothing. "oh fuck- fuck."
"there you, come for me. come for me now."
your body obeyed and you clenched the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. your moan was the prettiest sound that had ever echoed through lalo salamanca's bedroom.
"good boy! bien hecho. oh my sweet baby- fuck-" lalo praised, unable to hold it in himself any longer either. he pulled out, shooting onto your face and into your open mouth. "dios mio, nene. that was the best fuck i've had in a while." he groaned, letting the last little bit dribble onto your lips, and like the good little boy you were you reached your head up and sucked off his tip.
he got off the bed and left the room, leaving you in your own mess. there was a small, wet puddle by your hole, where all the cum had leaked out. you twitched through the last of the aftershocks, and sobbed, feeling so exhausted- so tired.
lalo came back a few minutes later with a damp cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. carefully, he picked you up and held you close.
"shhh-shhh. it's okay. it's over now. you did so good baby boy. let me look at you?" he asked, his voice gentle again. you looked over like he asked and found him caressing your cheek, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.
"oh baby, you're still high, aren't you? are you okay?" he asked, grinning and laughing a little. you smiled through your tears and nodded.
"come here, let's clean this mess off you." lalo said, gently washing your face with the cloth, laying you down on the bed one more time, cleaning up your chest and your thighs.
"such a good boy." he hummed, picking you back up. "lets get you some clean underwear, and we'll worry about the rest tomorrow. ok carino?"
"okay." you mumbled quietly, your throat sore from screaming all night. lalo pressed a kiss to your temple.
"my good boy."