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The handsome man's furious eyes turned to Shane, making him gulp down an excited moan. He narrowed his eyes at Shane as if trying to assess him, then barked something at his underlings, motioning them to the door, as though ordering them out. And sure enough, they bobbed their heads and scrambled toward the exit. Shane tried adjusting his legs, but his hot and sexy captor pointed his gun at him, making him freeze with anticipation.
When the metal door closed with a thud, leaving the two of them alone in the room, the man started pacing about the room. Shane watched him, his elegant, long legs, his handsome face, his narrow waist and those shoulders. The things that came to his mind were so fucking filthy, one would think Shane had the most prolific sex life—more like the most prolific AO3 bookmark history.
"What you said your name was?" the man asked.
"Shane," Shane said softly.
"You say you work at a coffee shop, yes?" the man asked, placing his gun in the back of his belt.
God, why was his voice so smooth?
Shane nodded, lifting his eyes to meet him in the eye. This was turning him on. So far everything had been exactly as he'd always liked in his favorite fics. Rose deserved a very nice present.
"And you have a little brother, yes? Waiting for you at home?"
"Yes, he's a baby," Shane said without thinking. "I am all he has, please don't hurt me. I promise to do everything you ask of me."
"Nu, maybe, we can arrange something," the man said. "Maybe I let you go, maybe you see your little brother, and you keep your mouth shut. If not, I find you, I find your little brother. You understand, yes?"
"Yes, and I promise to pay you back, sir," Shane muttered breathily, wondering when they would get to the paying part of this arrangement. Alright, he was a bit impatient, but could you blame him, this man was just perfect.
"Pay back, okay," the man said. "Your parents take money from someone? You know names?"
Oh, he was playing this up, offering Shane protection. Ugh, he loved that trope too.
"I don't know, sir," Shane licked his lips. "I don't talk to them. But there had been incidents in the past."
"I see," the man nodded. "I let you go, and maybe even help you with problems, and you no police, very good for you, yes?"
Shane nodded. The man stepped forward and offered him his hand. Goosebumps run down his spine, when he took the man's hand and felt his rough skin against his own. The man pulled him up, but then pushed him against the wall. Shane felt like he was going to faint from the amount of blood that rushed to his cock. Fuck, he had never been his turned on.
He felt the gun against his throat as the hot mobster pressed it against him. "Peep about this, and I will find you, and I will find your little brother, and you will regret it," he warned in a rough tone. Shane leaned closer and wrapped his hands around the man's neck.
"I promise to be good," he moaned into the man's ear, "for you."
"Ты что, блядь, творишь?" The man pushed Shane back against the wall, making Shane lose his balance.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The man pushed Shane back against the wall, making Shane lose his balance.
He looked like he was stunned and confused. Shane loved the way he looked at Shane, as if assessing him and if Shane wasn't bundled up in his clothes like this, he would have known how turned on Shane was after all if this manhandling.
Shane got on his knees. Not that he had ever done this, but this seemed the best time to, and he was certain his complete and utter inexperience would play in his favor, because Shane was meant to be, right? Well, hopefully, Rose told him Shane was like a virgin.
"Please," he begged, hands reaching for the man's belt. The moment he gripped it the side of his arm pressed lightly against the man's groin and he felt just how fucking hard he was. Okay, Shane wasn't the only one turned on by all these roleplay. The man's eyes widened, he grabbed Shane's hand and pushed him away.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he screamed.
Shane fell down. He was being a bit too rough with Shane, and if Shane wasn't a tough athlete used to extreme physical fitness, he would have left the place with bruises after this. Clearly, he knew Shane was a hockey player, but even then wasn't this a bit too much.
"If you want me to pay my debt in some other way," Shane moaned, "maybe you should show me how."
"What?"
"I don't see a bed here, so maybe we can go to a hotel?"
"What are you talking?" The man sounded angry and confused. "Is that how you usually settle things? Are you a whore?"
Well, stripper AUs were actually pretty fun, but Shane had already said he was working at a coffee shop. Ugh, so hard to choose and what if the man ordered Shane to dance. He sucked so hard at dancing that it would ruin the whole fantasy. Okay, whatever, he would settle being the actual virgin that he was.
"I have never had sex," he confessed. "You will be the first, sir."
"Sex?" the man's face turned red. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please," Shane demanded. "Okay, I'll go out of character for a second and say that actually you are my type, so maybe a hotel nearby, don't see a bed here, would have preferred here to keep the kidnapping setting, but I am fine with a hotel."
"What is wrong with you?" he yelled. What was up with that tone? It rubbed Shane the wrong way.
"Wrong with me?" Shane raised an eyebrow. "I mean that's fucking rude. I just never had time to have sex, so what? What is wrong with you? You've kidnapped me and now you are acting like this shouldn't end in us having hot sex in bed. You want to do here on the floor like animals. It's uncomfortable. I refuse to have sex on the floor. Hotel, or I am going home. And everything was going so well."