thoreau lestrange (thoreau) wrote in paddedrooms,
@ 2012-07-31 00:31:00

Thoreau didn't see the point of getting out of the hospital anymore. He had easy access to drugs now, and no one was stopping him from taking them. No one was paying much attention to him at all, actually. Pansy trying to kill herself and Pyxis spending all her time with Walden meant that everyone was distracted enough for him to fall apart. The only thing he couldn't have right now that he wanted was sex, because sex meant taking his clothes off and if he did that whoever he was fucking was bound to notice that he'd started hurting himself again.

Maybe the hospital trusted them, or maybe they didn't think the butter knives from the cafeteria were sharp enough to do any damage, but Thoreau had gotten one into his room and when he was alone or when he was in the shower it was easy to drag it across his skin until it broke through and he started to bleed. The blade being dull just made it more exciting. It took longer and hurt more and it was like foreplay to the ecstasy that was breaking the skin. His hips and thighs were covered with marks now, over the old scars. His arms were too obvious.

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid and that he was going to get caught. That eventually someone would either notice how far he'd gone or he'd kill himself, but it was very, very hard to care about that. He only came out of his room because they'd notice him if he didn't. Not that them noticing meant they'd do anything. So he was crazy, so what? He was in a mental hospital. He was home. There wasn't anything for him on the outside. There wasn't much for him here either.

He sat in the common room, buried in his hoodie, watching Luna put things in her mouth without really seeing her while his fingers pressed against the fresh cuts he'd made that morning, sending a little shiver of delight through him every time he made contact with them. Thoreau only snapped out of it when someone walked across his field of vision. He looked up -- way up -- at the other boy, thinking it was Radley for a moment and then realising it was someone new. "Who are you?" he asked, without really thinking about it.

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thoreau
2012-07-31 05:22 am UTC (link)

"Because I'm crazy," Thoreau said, shrugging. He ran a hand through his hair and then laughed a little. "I wouldn't mind being in prison. Drugs and sex are probably both easier to get, and they don't make you talk to Snape there."

He looked Rooney over as he settled back on the couch again. "There's no group in prison either, I bet. Should have stabbed someone instead of stabbing myself."

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roomac
2012-07-31 05:27 am UTC (link)

Rooney snorted at that and looked the boy over. "You look rough. And like you stab yourself. Which is fucking stupid if you ask me." He ran a hand over his hair. "Why would you hurt yourself when there are so many people who are willing to do it for you?"

He shook his head. "Can you even hurt yourself in here? Seems difficult. They gave me a full exam when I got here. Finger up my arse and everything. No foreplay."

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thoreau
2012-07-31 05:32 am UTC (link)

"There aren't many people willing to stab people in here. They're all focused on themselves," Thoreau said, shrugging. "I did most of the stabbing before I got here." He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing Rooney the scars on his wrist and forearm.

He tugged his sleeve down again and snorted. "Who needs foreplay?" Thoreau looked around, then shrugged and lifted the bottom of his shirt and hoodie, showing Rooney the cuts on his hip, covering them up again quickly. "You can get away with anything you want as long as you don't call attention to yourself. A girl tried to kill herself last week so she's all anyone's thinking about."

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	roomac 2012-07-31 05:40 am UTC (link)
	His eyes were drawn to the cuts and scars on the boys body. He arched a brow in amusement before he glanced around to see if anyone was looking at them. They didn't seem to be, so he moved a bit closer to Thoreau. "I could do that for you." Rooney suggested. He was going to need something to do in this place. "I could beat you to death, honestly." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thoreau
2012-07-31 05:47 am UTC (link)

Thoreau looked at Rooney for a moment. It would be stupid to say yes. He was self-destructive and Rooney was a sadist who'd kidnapped and raped some girl. He probably would have killed her if she hadn't escaped, and Thoreau had trouble not going too far with anything when he was on his own, let alone when someone was helping him.

"Okay," he agreed. "I like being hurt. If you think you can do a better job of hurting me than I can, I'll take it."

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roomac
2012-07-31 05:56 am UTC (link)

Had it really been that easy? Rooney was kind of impressed that it hadn't taken him a lifetime to convince the other boy. Now that he thought about it, he should have asked all along. Then he wouldn't have been stuck here.

"Alright." Rooney slid his hand up the boys thigh and pressed against his wounds hard, glancing around, then grabbed his wrist and dug his nails into him. "How are we going to do this?"

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thoreau
2012-07-31 06:03 am UTC (link)

Thoreau gasped quietly when Rooney pressed down on the cuts, eyes squeezing shut. It felt so good. It was hard not to just whimper and hope that Rooney slapped him around a bit more. Why did he have to ask for things?

"I..." Thoreau looked down at the nails digging into his wrist. "I can walk ahead to my room and then you can follow me," he suggested. "I have a knife."

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	roomac 2012-07-31 06:08 am UTC (link)
	"I don't need a knife. I have teeth and nails." Rooney had a thing for biting. He was going to leave his mark all over the other boy and it was going to be exciting for him. It had already been two weeks since he'd gotten any sort of torture out of his system. He looked him over. "Which room is yours?" He asked, letting go of Thoreau's wrist. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thoreau
2012-07-31 06:11 am UTC (link)

Teeth and nails. Thoreau wished Radley hadn't let go of his wrist. His body was already getting excited at the thought of someone treating him the way he liked to be treated again.

"Near the end of the hall on the left hand side," Thoreau said. "Third to last. My new roommate spends all his time with his girlfriend so nobody's going to walk in on us. They're terrible at doing checks."

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	roomac 2012-07-31 04:28 pm UTC (link)
	Rooney waited for Thoreau to walk down the hall, giving him a few extra minutes. He looked around the room and then stood up, walking down the hall. He ran his fingers along the wall, stopping when he got to Thoreau's room. He stepped inside, looking him over as he kicked the door shut. "Strip." He told him. "Then get on your knees on the bed." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thoreau
2012-07-31 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Thoreau smiled for a moment, then unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off. His t-shirt and jeans followed quickly. He'd missed this. Pyxis bit him and Charlie could get a bit rough, but neither of them really knew how to get mean. Maybe Pyxis had the ability, but she didn't have a cock.

He got onto his knees on the bed, breathing sped up in anticipation already. "What now?"

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roomac
2012-07-31 07:38 pm UTC (link)

His eyes moved over the boy as he studied him. His cock was already achingly hard as he stood there with a smirk. He slowly moved across the room, grabbing Thoreau by his hair, yanking hard. He bit his neck as hard as he could without breaking the skin, then dragged him onto the floor, making sure his knees scraped on the carpet.

"Undo my trousers, faggot." Rooney growled, shoving the boys face into his crotch. "Suck me."

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thoreau
2012-07-31 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Thoreau moaned when he was grabbed and pulled onto the floor, closing his eyes and enjoying the way it felt to be treated like this again. His knees would definitely be rug burned, and the way Radley had yanked his over had made some of his wounds reopen.

Thoreau reached up to undo Rooney's trousers, mouth moving over the length of him through them. He tugged them down and made a soft sound of appreciation at Rooney's size, then wrapped a hand around his cock and guided it to his mouth. Thoreau's eyes flicked up to watch Rooney's face as he sucked on the tip of his cock for a moment before he relaxed his throat and took him all in.

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roomac
2012-07-31 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Rooney had an appreciation of Thoreau's mouth. His lips looked good. He made a soft noise in his throat when Thoreau kissed him through his trousers, then a louder one when he took him into his throat.

Rooney rested a hand on the back of Thoreau for a moment, allowing him to go at his own pace, then shoved his cock back into his throat, holding him there and not moving. "What would you do if I made you choke on my cock?"

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thoreau
2012-07-31 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Thoreau gagged a little when Rooney thrust into his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then looked up at the other boy and shifted slight, holding his hands behind his back. If Rooney wanted him to choke on his cock, he'd choke on his cock.

Thoreau couldn't move, and his mouth was too full to suck without his teeth hitting something, so he contented himself to rub his tongue along the underside of Rooney's shaft, eyes beginning to water a little from the lack of air.

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roomac
2012-07-31 08:02 pm UTC (link)

When Thoreau moved his tongue like that, Rooney knew he'd chosen the right boy. He closed his eyes and slowly pulled his cock out of the other boy's throat. He was so... obedient. Rooney was more turned on then he cared to admit.

He reached down and stroked his cock a couple of times, then shoved it into Thoreau's mouth again, down his throat. With a low grunt, he began to fuck the other boy's throat, holding his nostrils closed. "You like that, don't you? You're fucking disgusting."

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thoreau
2012-07-31 08:08 pm UTC (link)

Thoreau gasped for air when Rooney pulled out, taking in as much as he could. Even if he liked this and he was more turned on then he'd been in a long time, he had to avoid passing out to be able to enjoy it.

Then Rooney was back in his throat, fucking it raw, and Thoreau couldn't help moaning at the feeling, closing his eyes and leaning into Rooney's thrusts when his nose was pinched. He looked at Rooney again when he started talking to him, humming his agreement around Rooney's cock as best he could.

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	roomac 2012-07-31 08:23 pm UTC (link)
	After a moment, Rooney let go of Thoreau's nose so that he could breathe. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, still fucking his throat for a moment before he pulled back and pushed him back on the ground. Lifting a foot, Rooney planted it on the boys neck, holding him down against the floor. "Beg me." He told him. "Tell me why you deserve to live and be fucked." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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