a poison intoxication [adam/caine]

[caine]

Caine let out a loud sigh as he slammed the door of his new bedroom shut. It had been another tiring day where not that much had gone right. Or perhaps it had been a quiet day, where everything had went right as far as his parents would like, but nothing had went right as much as Caine would like. He’d spent the morning sitting by himself in English, then math. His lunch break had been just as uneventful, where the unwelcoming stares had lead him to sitting in an empty classroom, hiding underneath tables whenever there was a sound that resembled any kind of person. His afternoon had too been lonely. But it was his first day, and first days were never meant to be good. It was merely that Caine had rather hoped he would have settled in a little bit better, that he would have made at least one friend in at least one classroom. He hadn’t thought people would have been so cold towards him. He supposed that it could only get better, and he was away from his parents, which was somewhat comforting. He was a little unsure about the family he was staying with, having only stayed there a night, but they were polite enough. His aunt, who he hadn’t seen for about ten years, had lead him to his new bedroom. They’d been nice enough to leave a baseball glove there at least. Caine wasn’t very much into baseball, sports weren’t really his forte. He enjoyed fencing, because it reminded him a little bit of sword fighting and that looked cool, but otherwise sports just weren’t his thing. He’d tried to act somewhat enthusiastic though; he even agreed he’d play baseball with them in the garden, but it was merely to make a good impression. Caine had no intention of playing baseball. Whilst he had to maintain the orphaned, quiet life, teacher routine to the rest of the world, it probably wasn’t necessary whilst he was in the home, so he intended to be as much himself as possible.

He dropped his school bag on the floor, purposefully placing it in front of the door. If anybody planned on entering, the bag might act as a temporary barricade, which was good. It allowed him time to adjust to company. Or at least time to put his cigarette out and spray some air freshener; he wasn’t a rebel, he didn’t see himself as a bad boy, but he had grown accustomed to a cigarette. Usually he would opt for something a little bit stronger, a little bit more relaxing, but Caine had only just arrived and he didn’t want to push his luck. The thought of army terrified him a little more than the thought of going back home, or the memories he tried so hard to blot out. He relaxed against the bed, and pulled his knees up to his chest as his fingers fiddled within the pockets of his black skinny jeans for his cigarette and lighter. It was a good job he had his guitar really because busking was a pretty good way to earn money; he looked homeless enough that he could pass it off, and that basically paid for his habit. His parents had pretty much out ruled giving him any kind of pocket money; they’d in fact given his aunt and uncle the money to take care of him and that was to go towards food, maybe clothing if he was lucky. He wouldn’t be lucky. Any kind of clothing they would get him would probably resemble his dumb cousin’s look, and Caine liked to think of himself as a little more artsy than that. They’d probably make him have a haircut. He’d probably lock himself in his room. Yes, it was a good enough room to hide in. It was reasonably sized, at least enough for the blonde to pace around, and they could probably fit a gold fish tank in. He liked to keep fish, when he could.

He raised the lit cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, the toxic smoke filling his lungs so luxuriously that for a moment he’d almost forgot himself. It was pleasuring, a treat, after being deprived from a cigarette for so long. He ran his fingertips through his hair and shut his eyes as he rested further down into the bed, inhaling the smoke as though tomorrow would never come. And by this rate, tomorrow would not come, as a raging, pulsating scream started to plummet throughout the house. A flashing red light seemed to light up his ceiling. Oh yes, they’d put a fire alarm in his bedroom. How had he not spotted it before? He bit slowly upon his lower lip, and sat up, a frown teasing its way down his high cheekbones, his brow furrowed. It was as if there was a chain reaction, one fire alarm had set them all off. When Caine had finally risen to his feet, his head tilted to the side as he pressed the cigarette numbly back into his mouth, he paused and watched the alarm in all its glory. It was an observant little tool, quite clearly, picking up the smoke that was inhaled into his lungs. But it would probably have a short lifestyle. They could not go on like this. One of them would have to die. His addiction was too overpowering for that to get the short straw, it had to be the light. He picked up the baseball glove, and lamely attempted to throw it towards the alarm. Well, he had never pretended to be good at sports.

[ADAM FYNN TAYLOR]

Adam was in the shower; ensuring that the sweat from the hour long football practice and hour long gym session was firmly off his skin. He hated to be unclean, he hated the thought of germs festering in his skin and growing into bacteria or mould. Those programmes about germs and how clean the house was totally freaked him out, although luckily for him he didn’t outwardly express it. He knew his own house was very clean, since they had a rota and it was enforced by his military father. When he was younger he was worse; he used to take his own cutlery and crockery to restaurants but those days were long gone, since he realised that he’d never be able to touch a woman’s body if he continued to be so obsessed. So he toned it down. Nevertheless his showers were always lengthy and today’s was no different. He had a specific routine to make sure he looked and smelled good.

He got out of the shower and dried himself with a clean towel before wrapping it around his waist. He was about to begin the walk to his own bedroom to get dressed when he heard a succession of smoke alarms. He had been taught by an army major how to respond in an emergency, and so he grabbed one of the strategically placed fire extinguishers and went straight for the culprits bedroom; forgetting that he was only dressed in a lemon coloured towel. He pushed the door open, and ran in, aiming the fire extinguisher directly at his cousin. He squirted the foam all over him, and began to cough loudly. ”Cain! You moron, we don’t smoke! Smoking kills you and second or third hand smoke gives you cancer.” He coughed before stopping squirting the foam, ensuring he’d put the cigarette out.

He stood up, like some sort of hero; his extinguisher at his side. His towel accidently popped open and Adam grabbed it quickly; giving Cain only a flash of the crown jewels. ”Don’t look you faggot!” He yelled, ”Wait till I tell my dad you perved on me! You’re not going to last here.” He stated bitterly, pulling a face in disgust. ”They are gonna send you back to your father quicker than you’d hoped. I don’t like weirdo’s and I don’t like fudge packers either so just don’t be getting any ideas… I have a lock on my door so you can’t get in.” He stated coldly as he fastened his towel tighter.

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[caine]

Caine should probably have expected somebody to barge into his room but before he could really acknowledge his cousin’s presence, he was confronted by the heavy foam of a fire extinguisher. Its scent seemed to suffocate him as his arms flailed around to push away the insufferable mist. This was not a good welcome to a new home. This was some kind of horrible attempt at torture, a torture that he was not willing himself to grow accustomed to. A lecture on cancer? Please, how ridiculous. The teenager wiped his wrist against the side of his face, clearing his eyes and taking in a deep breath before he could bring himself to speak again.

Caine hadn’t been too sure what to think of his cousin, except that he was a jock, but some jocks were okay. This one was not. This jock was everything that the term promised, and this only seemed to increase as the minutes were spent between the two boys. As Adam’s towel dropped, Caine couldn’t help but notice his display, mostly because he hadn’t actually noticed what his cousin was wearing to begin with. His bottom lip stood ajar, an eyebrow raised in confusion before Adam suddenly started to shout at him. ”What?” Caine replied quickly, as his mind took in what Adam was saying. Tell his father? But he hadn’t even perved, and then Caine’s dad would know, and there was no way he’d be able to survive Adam’s father’s beatings. It was only his second day here. ”But I didn’t perv on you, why would you say that?” he asked, panic running through his tone. He felt stupid, his hair covered in that foam, his clothing damp and awkward. ”What are you even doing?!” He started chewing on his lip, tearing at the skin; his heart was getting out of control. He wasn’t going back home, he couldn’t go back home, and neither would Adam, not until he swore he wouldn’t tell his father. Caine ran to his door, blocking the exit from his room. ”Why are you calling me a faggot and a fudge packer?!” Caine stated, his mind momentarily distracted, because Adam shouldn’t know! He never should have found out. ”Adam, I swear I didn’t look anywhere, and I wouldn’t try it on with you, of course I wouldn’t. Please don’t tell your dad, please, it’s only my first day here and if you say that he’ll kill me, you know he will, your dad’s a psychopath.” Caine pleaded desperately, even ignoring the spraying he’d been given or the cigarette that had been destroyed. Well he wasn't about to get himself beaten up over a spoilt kids lie.

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[ADAM FYNN TAYLOR]

Adam laughed wickedly at the boy that was supposedly his cousin. He watched as he flailed his arms trying to free himself of the foam that was squashing the cigarette fumes around him. His father would surely be proud of him and his actions to the crisis. It was much harder for his father to respond quickly anymore, and although he had a prosthetic limb; he preferred to use a wheelchair downstairs, which meant the man had to apply his leg before actually attempting the stairs; and by which point the whole house could have been in flames. Yes, Adam was good in a crisis. He watched as the boy prepared himself to talk again, by wiping his face down.

Adam realised Caine had been staring at his package, by the way he sat their all open mouthed and pervy. Adam was not going to put up with this; not in his house. ”You heard me. You just looked. You stared at my dick.” He repeated, only this time a little blunter, his brow furrowing. Caine was just typically unbelievable, he sighed deeply and shook his head. ”You did perv on me. You opened your eyes and focused on my penis. Don’t even deny it. I saw you! Pervert!” He began to feel angry his voice raising a little in frustration as the boy obviously didn’t seem to understand. He looked at him now, properly; for the first time. ”What is wrong with your hair? It looks like it hasn’t seen water for months.” Adam enquired, his face contorted in disgust. The boy continued to deny it and Adam rolled his blue eyes before laughing. ”You are so strange, and stupid. Honestly, you think that I would have allowed you to even see me in a towel if this wasn’t an emergency. Did you set the alarm off yourself, on purpose?” he asked somewhat shocked at the new information he’d developed in his own head. ”I was saving your life. I thought something was on fire. So instead of saving you from a fire, I saved you from lung cancer. You owe me gratitude.” He smirked arrogantly at his achievements.

Panic ran through Adam’s mind as Caine ran to the door and blocked it. He lifted the fire extinguisher as if to use as a weapon; but also held his towel up which was a hard task to do in the amidst of a self perceptual crisis. ”Because you are. You can’t rape me in my own home you… homo!” He moved so that his back was facing a wall but he wasn’t against the wall so he could get free if he needed. Adam bit at his lip; a trait which both cousins seemed to have in common and he listened to what the boy had to say. ”You did! You would! My dad is not a psychopath! He’s a hero. He fought for our freedom. He fought for us and your calling him a psychopath!?” He questioned him in disgust. ”Caine your lucky my mother likes you. She wouldn’t believe me even if I told them. But mark my words, I’ve got my eye on you; one foot out of line and I’ll… I’ll circumcise you.” Adam threatened as he glanced at the window, wondering if that would be an easier exit.

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[caine]

Caine sighed miserably as he was confronted with the present picture of his life. He’d thought disturbing his parents would be a good thing, but apparently it had only lead him into a life of decay. Yes, that is how he would describe his new life; a decaying mess. He’d had hope that perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad because his Aunt wasn’t too unfair herself, but this little confrontation match had confirmed everything. It was perhaps better to be suffocating on the inside than it was to be suffering and abused, on the outside. But it had gone on for long enough, he was seventeen now, he really couldn’t pretend to be somebody he wasn’t, he couldn’t allow people to plan out his life like that. There was no way that he could follow in his father’s footsteps, he could not become a politician, and he couldn’t cut his hair, or speak out against homosexuals when his sexuality was as difficult to place as the last remaining piece in a jigsaw puzzle.

Confrontation wasn’t exactly something that Caine was used to. He was known to stand up for causes he believed in but so rarely was he, himself, attacked. It wasn’t that he was popular back in his old school but he did have friends, and he was somewhat respected, given his family’s status amongst the town. People just didn’t seem to question him back then, they didn’t really accuse him of much, other than looking a little bit shabby. Perhaps he was too used to getting away with things, of people turning a blinding eye to his lifestyle, and now he had gotten his freedom, also known as being imprisoned, he was having to face the music, and accept his consequences. But he still didn’t know how best to react, perhaps he was not as wise as he’d once thought when it came to people. ”Right, I stared at your dick. You came in my room and dropped your towel. I’m sorry, Adam, but I doubt if I came into your room starkers you’d avert your sight.” Caine stated, frustration evident in his tone. He hadn’t exactly forgotten about the foam but this was a more pressing matter. ”But trust me, I didn’t perv on you. Your dick’s really not anything special to look at, I mean if I was into looking at dicks, I don’t think I’d bother with the effort of finding a microscope just to perv. You’d be far too much hard work.” True, Caine did have a mouth on him, a mouth which did venture its way into dangerous territories. He was quite sure that his vocal chords were amongst the same reckless strands which allowed that older guy to touch him, to take him. Even the memory drew shivers of disgust through his mind, as though his fingertips were inescapable, carved into the blonde’s skin in removable ink. He narrowed his eyes as Adam began to insult his hair. He really was just like his parents, stupid and idiotic. Well Caine liked his hairstyle, he’d always preferred his hair longer, the way it framed his face. He was sure he was like a loveable puppy, but perhaps some people didn’t see it. The things that his cousin began to say were really alarming, mentally alarming for that matter. If he were in a different place, he would have even thought of laughing but this was now his home, and the fact that his cousin was being serious meant that perhaps he was as crazy as Caine’s actual parents. ”I owe you shit, cousin, but you owe me a cigarette.” He stated, frowning slightly. It was true but he doubted his cousin would appreciate his words somewhat. Perhaps life would be better if he didn’t have a mouth, if it were taped up, stitched.

Maybe if he could convince his cousin to not to go their parents, they could get on with each other, maybe even venture into the world of friends. It would make surviving a lot easier, it would make his decaying life a lot easier. It hurt to hear the words that Adam threw at him, to watch him try and defend himself as well as hiding his body. Since when had Caine become a sexual predator? He didn’t know how much Adam knew but he was certainly curious, and why. Whatever his parents said to his Aunt and Uncle, nobody else was supposed to know. ”What have they told you?” Caine asked softly as he leant against the door, folding his arms over his chest in a defensive manner. How brain washed had Adam become? It was a speech, and a strange one. Caine merely shook his head at Adam’s words; his father was a psychopath, just like the family. He raised a sceptical brow at Adam’s admission, his mother didn’t like him, she merely tolerated him which was more than his own parents did. ”Wow, is that you referring to my penis? You want to touch my penis? Are you sure you’re not gay?” he questioned, an amused smirk growing over his features as he watched for his cousin’s reaction. Teasing him was also probably not a very good idea but he couldn’t help but to do it, especially now that he knew he wouldn’t get in trouble.

[ADAM FYNN TAYLOR]

Adam wasn’t scared of confrontation. He was good in a fight and he enjoyed that adrenaline rush that came with it. Caine was likely to be the boy who would eat his lunch in the toilets at school, just to avoid mockery and confrontation. He had the potential to come across as artsy and perhaps the cool loner, but instead he came across as a strange socially awkward man with limited fashion sense and a struggling sense of direction. Adam looked at him in disgust; he looked at the boy who he was supposed to be related to; but how could he be related to someone that liked to screw guys. It didn’t make sense, everything Adam had been brought up to believe in, didn’t exist with this strange boy. He didn’t believe in honour or justice, he didn’t believe in the army or serving your country and so Adam couldn’t see how they could get on.

Adam raised an eyebrow and then pulled a face in disgust. ”I would never stare at a man’s dick. Seriously, I’m comfortable with people being naked, but you stared at me. You checked me out.” he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. ”You, Caine are simply… diseased… in here.” He stated raising his hand to his head in order to indicate he wasn’t well in the mind. ”My dick has pleased many women. And I’m not small, you’re just weird. You wouldn’t have a clue what its like to please a woman. You only know about men. You sick pervert.” Adam felt as though he was fighting a war. A war against homosexuality; his school seemed to be producing a few these days, and for that reason alone; he was ensuring he spent most of his time with the football team. ”A cigarette; really? Your not getting one. My father doesn’t approve of smoking. In this house, we were raised to be the best, and the best athletes and soldiers don’t smoke. Maybe you should quit now. It’ll save you some problems in the future.” Adam stated bitterly.

The jock glanced around the room, looking for an escape route. He needed to be free of this boy; he needed to make sure his naked ass wasn’t attacked. Caine questioned him and he shook his head. ”They’ve only told me the truth… that you were caught; in bed with a man. You are gay. There’s nothing more to tell. My father didn’t want you here in the first place, it was my mom who allowed it, but she’ll come to her senses. She’s a nurse you see; wants to save everyone.” He rolled his blue eyes and smiled a little; his dimples showing as he did so. Adam clung onto his towel, the longer he was in the room the more panicked he felt about whether or not he was going to make it out untouched. He would need to tell Aiden about this; at least his friend would stay on his side, give Caine some grief. Adam was shocked by Caine’s response, and his lip curled in disgust. ”No. It’s me talking about slashing that thing so you cant use it again. Your making me want to vomit.” He stated bitterly. ”Let me out of this room.” Adam demanded.

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[caine]

It was an awkward accusation, and Caine didn’t really know how he’d ever get around it. Had he checked Adam out? He hadn’t thought he had, but he’d definitely looked. It was more a matter of the towel dropping, and his sight been caught by the movement and the new image on display. He hadn’t really thought Adam’s penis was hot, nor had he had some kind of sexual fantasy over it, but somehow Adam wasn’t too willing to accept indifference as an honest response. The insults shooting out of Adam’s mouth were quite off putting to his cousin, and filled him with a strange sense of paranoia. Not so much about being called a sick pervert, although it did seem to mirror a similar word choice of his parents, but by Adam’s admission to having pleased many women. Caine was only seventeen. Unlike the majority of his year, he was a virgin. Well he’d had sex with a man, but that was complicated, and paid for, so it wasn’t really natural. He still considered himself a virgin. Was everyone so experienced? Where had he been in all of the years that his cousin had been getting sexed? Perhaps he’d paid more attention to his guitar than anything else, or annoying his parents. Perhaps he’d had too much of a childhood. Nonetheless his stomach started to tumble, and he felt a dryness burning his throat. ”I’m not gay,” Caine replied quietly, merely because he didn’t know what else to say. He could say a thousand things to wind his cousin up, as he so liked to do, and he could say a thousand things to remind him of how much of a jerk he was, but for the moment the only suitable thing to say was that he was in fact, not a homosexual. He thought of himself as free spirited, but perhaps the term bisexual would be best applied. Anyway he didn’t want to think about his sexuality whilst his cousin was there being so obviously homophobic.

Caine pulled his fingertips through his blonde mock of hair, pushing it back from his face. He enjoyed having longer hair because it was easier to style in exciting ways, but it did often fall into his face, especially now when it was clogged with fire extinguisher rubbish. He’d have to go in the shower pretty soon, which was probably his cousin’s plan in the first place. He seemed to think that Caine never washed his hair. This was not true. ”Don’t you want me to have problems in the future?” Caine shrugged, frowning a little as he allowed his eyes to glance down over his cousin’s torso and take in his physical form. He hadn’t really examined the exterior of his cousin before, except to note that he was one of those exceptional pretty boys. He wasn’t like Caine, with his angular features and slim build, instead he was muscular, his body plastic, as though it had been carved in a warehouse. He wasn’t a real person, he didn’t look very interesting, but he must spend at least an hour to look like that. It was interesting, Caine mused, that people would fall for him, but this was Florida and everyone loved a bit of Ken here, especially if he fit the mould. ”It’s funny, that you think this is the best,” Caine commented offhandedly as he looked around the room, disheartened somewhat, ”My old bedroom was massive. It had a balcony. In fact most of our rooms had balconies, we have a swimming pool… I suppose if you’re used to poverty, this house is okay but it’s hardly the best now, is it?” It was a foreign speech to him, the boy who would rather busk on the street than spend a second indoors, the boy who didn’t really care much for material possessions, but he was sure his cousin would care for material possessions, and he wanted to annoy him.

For all of the things Adam had said, this one stung the most and it wasn’t even an insult; merely the truth spoken back to him. His mouth stood ajar as his cheeks teased a shade of pink. It was his insides that were perhaps acting up however, because he’d never felt more sick in a while, the anxiety was certainly building to a height. His mind was getting replay after replay, flashback after flashback of the events which had caused this weird nightmare, the pain he’d endured, both physically and mentally; each touch of the man’s greasy fingers making him shudder. He’d tried to make it right, to feel something towards him, some inkling of physical attraction, but it hadn’t worked. Even as he’d touched his lover, he felt disgusted at himself. He just wanted it to be over. It did end eventually, when his parents walked in, and then it never really ended then because it was still as fresh in his mind as the moment that it occurred. He gripped his arm, still speechless as he stood by the door. It was true then, he was unwanted, and the only reason they’d accepted him was to ‘save his soul’ or something like that. Caine sighed miserably, this was his prison, life was his prison and there was apparently no escape. Once more he was overcome with the desire to roam the streets, unknown, invisible and free.”People who’ve been circumcised can still have sex, Adam,” Caine stated, frowning at his cousin but nonetheless he moved from the door so that it was, in fact free for Adam to take advantage of. ”It’s clear that you don’t like me, and I really don’t like you either, so why don’t we just not talk to each other? We could stay out of each other’s way, you could avoid coming into my room, and we could just pretend each other didn’t exist?... or we could be civil to each other.” he suggested lamely, it just seemed that the obvious thing was to sort out their problem now before his life turned into hell. ”I mean, we’re cousins, we don’t even know each other! It’s pointless all this fighting just because you’re insecure about your sexuality.” he added, perhaps a little bit cheekily, but whatever, his cousin was homophobic for some reason.

[ADAM FYNN TAYLOR]

Adam was now beginning to doubt the fact that Caine had looked at his manhood when he dropped the towel; apparently Caine was convinced he didn’t. Maybe Adam had imagined it; but he wasn’t going to outrightedly admit it to his freaky cousin though. He gave him the creeps through and through. There was nothing particularly normal about him, the way he looked made Adam think of that poet or musician or whoever he was… Jim Carroll or something. The one Leonardo DiCaprio played in Basketball Diaries. His scraggly hair needed a wash cut and a blow wave, and his skin needed some sunlight. This was Florida after all. Adam had been convinced that Caine was into him; that he fancied the clean cut football player. He could only hope that Caine didn’t get sent away to the army; he didn’t want to have to join ranks with him. That would just be strange, and would probably give him a bad reputation. Caine denied being gay and Adam raised an eyebrow; ”So what are you then? Bisexual?” He asked knowing that his cousin had most definitely slept with a man. Whatever he was, he was a freak and definitely wouldn’t fit into Adam’s friendship group. He knew his best friend Aidan wouldn’t like him.

The way he ran his hand through his hair made Adam cringe. He felt like he needed another shower. ”No I don’t. I don’t like you, but I don’t want you to die a horrible death all because I didn’t educate you on the damaging side effects of cigarette smoke.” he stated coolly. ”Do you know that cigarettes contain thousands of carcinogens.” He continued before he noticed that he was glancing at his torso. ”Stop checking me out you pervert! You know for a fact that you’ll never get a body like mine…. You’re far too skinny, and I highly doubt you have the motivation it takes to maintain form.” He stated coolly. Adam was offended by Caine’s insult of his house. ”Bricks and water don’t make a good person Caine. I’d have thought that was obvious from the way you turned out.” Adam stated smirking. ”Me on the other hand, I’m a good man, and just because I don’t have a swimming pool doesn’t make me any less of a good person than anyone else.” Adam believed in just and honour, not money and status.

The jock watched as his cousin stood mouth ajar with flushed cheeks, evidently embarrassed by what he was saying. He hadn’t really taken into account that Caine would still be able to use his penis if he was circumcised. ”Oh… yeah… well we’ll chop it off then.” He added feeling a little stupid. ”I’m pleased you understand the situation.” He stated bluntly, he sighed and ran a hand over his damp hair. ”Well I don’t want you to join the army, so I suggest you keep your head down.” He suggested coolly, not explaining his reasons for what he hoped for. ”I am not insecure about my sexuality, I have regular sex with women. I love women. I’m more than comfortable being straight so get that idea out of your head. I’m not fighting with you. You shouldn’t irritate me and I wouldn’t create problems.” Adam stated bluntly.

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