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Tom owns them, but the rest is mine

Simultaneous Release (continued 3)

by ozfanfreak or lalioz on LJ

"Come in." Toby opened the door only in his boxer shorts, his short hair still wet from the shower, a sweet little smile curving his lips. "You tired? Wanna something to drink?"He asked heading for the fridge.

Chris flopped down on a sofa. "Yeah, thanks." He carded his fingers through his hair. "Where's your roommate, what's her name, Colleen?"

"Out. New boyfriend. Some Bo fella." Toby mumbled, his back turned.

"Tobe, ya OK?" Chris threw him a curious look.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Catch." He threw him a beer then jumped on a kitchen counter. He watched Chris popping open his beer, his throat muscles working as he drank. "How was work today?" He took a big gulp of his soda, the expression on his face beatifically sweet.

"OK." Chris shrug his shoulders.


"Pretty much. Look Tobe," he huffed, "I ain't in a mood, OK?"

Toby smiled. "Come here."

Chris didn't move.

Toby jumped off the counter, and sauntered over to Chris. Leaning in he took the beer of his hand, put it down on a coffee table, smiling lazy and slow. Straddling him in one graceful move he slipped his hands around Chris' shoulders.

"Tobe, I'm tired."

Trailing a lazy tongue over Chris' stubbled jaw and neck Toby drawled. "Nah, you are never that tired. "C'mon, let's fuck."


"Chriiiiiissss." Letting out a devious chuckle Toby grinded his crotch against his.


He slamed into him, pulled out then slamed back fucking him hard, angrily. Panting and gasping Chris pushes back against him. His body pressed flush against Chris', sweat sluicing between them Toby nuzzled the back of his neck, licking, sucking. He snakes his hand round Chris' waist. Biting down on Chris' neck he lets out a manic chuckle, grabbs and pumps Chris's cock taking him over the edge.


He threw him his clothes in one quick determined move, his blue eyes unreadable, glazed over, his voice icy cold whisper. "Now get up and get out." He went to the living room leaving him speechless with anger and hurt, his body still thrumming, spent.

"Toby!" He yelled after him, getting up from the bed. "What the fuck..." He mumbled. "Tobe!"

"Didn't you hear me?" Toby said standing by the kitchen counter, leaning his hip against it, his hands folded over his chest. " I want you gone."

"Tobe..." Chris stands in front of him now, grabbing him by the back of his neck.

"Get the fuck away from me!" He hisses flinching.

"Toby..." Chris reached for him again.

"Fuck. Off." He was relentless, his face set in a cold cruel mask, his blue eyes turning to ice.

What the fuck was going on here? Chris thought, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Unless you wanna have another go?" Toby drawled, a slow wicked smile curving his lips. "So you can tell your buddy Vern just how sweet my ass really is."

Chris' jaw dropped at that. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"No?" Toby tilted his head, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes totally glazed over. "OK." Heading for the bathroom he closed the door behind him. Moving on autopilot, a lost look in his eyes now, he stepped into the shower and turned the water on with trembling hands. Burning tears that slid down his cheeks mixed with cool water hitting his upturned face, voiceless cry welling out of him. He covered his eyes with his hands and slid down to his knees, shaking uncontrollably, silent tears falling down his face.

He didn't hear Chris enter the bathroom.

"Hey, hey." Chris' gentle hand curved around him pulling him close into a tight embrace. Letting out a gasping sob, feeling numb and so cold, feeling so lost Toby buried his face into Chris' chest, cool water hitting them both, sluicing over their backs.

"I'm here baby, I'm here...I'm here." Chris murmured soothing sounds against his ear.

"I hate him, Chris. I hate him so Goddamn much." Toby mumbled between deep racking sobs.

"Shhh, shhhh..." Chris crooned.

"Help me.....please, help me." Toby's hands clutched at Chris, his voice breaking in a desperate plea.

Pulling him out of the shower, almost carrying him ,Chris grabbed a towel, wrapped it around Toby, drying him of. "I don't know him, Toby. You gotta believe me. He's the new DA, I only just met him yesterday. You gotta trust me, babe." Dropping the towel on the floor Chris cupped Toby' s face with both hands. "I would never do anything to hurt you, you gotta believe that."

Drowning in Chris' soleful eyes Toby whispered a low, broken "I do, Chris. I do."


Chris helped him get into some boxer shorts, a white T-shirt and into the bed. Planting a soft kiss on his forehead he whispered. "Let me get you something hot to drink. You need it."

"Thanks." Toby whispered. "You......you should get dressed yourself. You'll catch a cold like that." He gave him a weak smile.

Chris looked down his naked body. "Yeah, probably." His mouth curved in a little smile.

"You can borrow something of mine." Toby jerked his chin towards a dresser.

Chris threw some sweats and a wifebeater on. "Now, let me get you that drink." Heading into the kitchen Chris stopped in the doorway casting a worried look back at Toby sitting there in his bed looking so young and so frail.

"Chris...." Toby whispered in a broken voice, his head bowed, his hands clenched. "Chris, he....he raped me."

"Oh, baby no....no." In two quick steps Chris was at his side cupping his wet cheek with a soothing hand, his eyes searching his.

Toby buried his head in the crook of Chris' shoulder, clutching at him desperately, his voice breaking. "I ......I was eighteen. That summer I.......I was working as an intern at his office. ......He...he and my father, they are friends, you see. They have been...ever since...You know he worked for my father right after Harvard. I've known him all my life....all my life, Chris!" Toby raised his head, searching Chris' eyes. "I was so stupid....I didn't even see it coming. I trusted him!" His eyes glinted with rage now. "He was a friend of my father's. A friend of a family!" He choked on his words.

"Baby, it wasn't your fault....Look at me." Chris slid his hand around him, cupping the nape of his neck, shaking him a little. "It wasn't your fault."

Tears slid down Toby's face.

"C'mere, babe. C'mere." Chris pulled him close into a tight embrace. "Shhh,shhhh." He rocked him in his gentle arms, his heart breaking with every tear that slid from those beautiful blue eyes.

"Have you told this to your father....to anyone?"

"No....I....I couldn't....They wouldn't believe me."

"How can you be so sure? They are your family."

Toby shook his head. "He's the DA for Godssake.They wouldn't believe me."

"Tobe, they love you...."

"I tried once......I tried." His chin was trembling, his eyes filling with more tears. "I tried...." He buried his face into Chris' chest, sobbing. "Chris..." He decided to tell him all, "It....it happened more than once."

"God, Tobe, baby." Chris gasped. "How long?"

"That summer." Toby held his eyes closed. "Then I went to Harvard."

"Oh,babe." Chris crooned, "C'mere," tightening his embrace, and planting a tender kiss on top of Toby's head, his wet hair tickling his nose. "C'mere."

Toby slid his hands around him, squeezing tight, feeling safe, loved.


He watched him sleep. So beautiful. Carding his fingers through the golden strands of Toby's hair Chris let out a deep sigh. So beautiful. Anger stormed through him at the thought of that sweet, angelic face contorted in pain, of those blue eyes lowered in shame, that beautiful body violated. Broken. Leaning in, careful not to wake him, he planted a tender kiss on the pale cheek. "He's gonna pay. I promise you, babe." He squeezed tighter, pulling him closer. "He's gonna pay for what he did to you. Oh, I promise you."

tbc? I guess
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