faeapoclive

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Previous: Towards Vegas

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July 29, 2011

Speed was never going to make it to Vegas - never.

The nice lady with the heart of gold had delivered him to his parents, which was uncomfortable enough. His stepmother had fussed and patted him and acted as if he was as young as the nice lady had thought he was, and his father had just looked at him like he was up to something.

Which, of course, he was.

But now he found himself locked up again, this time in his old room, but someone had cleaned it out. Which meant he didn't even have any of his toys.

He was just not going to make it to Aphrodite.

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July 5, 2011

Hitchhiking wasn’t all that hard. It was harder to get away from the creeps without outing himself as fae, but it wasn’t like Speed didn’t have practice with that, too. Creeps were everywhere, especially when you looked like he did.

He was having a heck of a time, however, with this one - because she wasn’t a creep, she was a mom, and she was trying like heck to convince him to come home with her and let her feed him, let her give him something her son - her 17-year-old-son - had outgrown, because he was filthy, just filthy...

He saw a car pull up that looked way too much like the Big guy. “You know what, ma’am?” He put on his most innocent expression. “That sounds like a lovely idea... if you trust me in your car?”

next: Escaping Maine

First: Introduction
Previous: Vegas is not Maine

June 29
“I really don't want to go to Maine.” Speed didn't think he was getting anywhere with this argument. “I mean, Maine? All the fun's happening in Vegas.”

“I don't think a goddess taking over the city counts as fun.” The big guy looped another length of rope around Speed's ankles. “Now. Are you going to be good, or am I going to have to add a gag?”

If he was gagged, he wouldn't be able to Work his way out of the ropes when the big guy had his back turned. “I'll be good.”

“You're still a lousy liar.” In the gag went, stretching Speed's mouth. Normally, this would be fun. Normally, he wasn't being kidnapped by his lover. “You'll thank me when you're still alive when this is over.”

“Mrrrm.”

“You’re welcome.”

Speed
June 26

“The Mayor of Las Vegas has repudiated all claims the so-called Aphrodite, Queen of Vegas” has on the City of Las Vegas...”

The news in the convenience store was droning quietly along. Speed pretended to ignore it as he picked up his “supplies:” beer, candy bars, condoms, can of beans, can of soup, hot dogs.

“Not gonna get any bigger if you keep eating like that, son, except maybe your belly.” The woman behind the counter was probably old enough to be his grandmother, but, then again, Speed looked a lot younger than he was.

He tilted his head and blushed prettily for her. “It's for my... my boyfriend,” he tried, just to see what she would do.

“Well, you tell your boyfriend, he better take better care of you, skinny boy. In my day we didn't treat our bottoms like that.”

Speed found his blush turning real, and ducked his head. “Yes ma'am.”

He wondered if he could talk the big guy into a road trip to Vegas. Would that count as taking care of him?

next: Vegas is not Maine