For Keeps

Very Hard M

Warnings for: Domestic Violence, dub-con/non-con, prostitution (I guess?), alcoholism, drug use

Based off the following Suits Meme Prompt: Trevor and Mike are in a relationship-an unhealthy relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. Sometimes Trevor loans Mike out to men to cover some of his debts because even the profits from the weed sales aren't enough to pay the bills, keep him in suits, and keep him alive all at once.

Enter Tom Keller, whom Trevor is deep in debt with. He offers Tom some pot and some time alone with Mike

(because we all saw the looks Tom gave Mike in the locker room), free of charge, to help pay off the large debt he owes him.

IDEK. Basically, I'm just in the mood for Mike being loaned out to Tom by Trevor

because my mind is like being on crack, but without the expensive upkeep. IDEK. Include whatever else dear anon wishes, and be prepared to be showered with my metaphorical love if you are wonderful enough to fill this.

The first time Trevor asked Mike to sleep with someone else to help clear some of his debts, Mike said no. Well, said might be a bit of an understatement. After the shock of the question wore off, Mike had shouted at Trevor that no he would not be fucking anyone else to pay off Trevor'sdrug debts. Trevor hadn't been angry or disappointed or offended by Mike's harsh words. Instead he simply gave him a small, sad smile, kissed Mike on the forehead and told him to not wait up. Mike had scoffed and ignored him but still waited up. Well, he at least tried to wait up.

Instead he ended up falling asleep on the couch, sitting up, while watching some sappy Lifetime movie that he would never admit to watching. It wasn't until he heard Trevor at the door, keys clashing loudly as he tried to unlock it, that he woke up. He stumbled to the door, wiping sleep from his yes and unlocked the door from the inside. Trevor stumbled in through the door, Mike's body the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Suddenly, Mike was wide awake.

There were no words as Mike pulled Trevor inside and shut the door. He locked all three locks and half carried, half dragged Trevor down the hall to the tiny bathroom. He filled the tub as he helped Trevor undress and then carefully washed him, taking extra care to avoid the worst of his cuts. When the water had turned from clear to a murky pink, Mike pulled him out, got him in a clean pair of boxers and got out their first aid. Thanks to his eidetic memory and several graphic videos he found online, he was able to sew up the worst of Trevor's cuts after cleaning them thoroughly.

Through the entire ordeal, Trevor remained stoic. Mike could see the darkness in his eyes that was ever-present after a bad run in with one of his many business acquaintances but no other emotions were present. Mike got a glass of water and the leftover takeout from the kitchen and offered them to Trevor but he simply shook his head and lay down in their bed. Mike knew his cue and after putting them up, he curled in bed around Trevor, holding him close. As Trevor fell asleep, shaking and whimpering as he was hit by nightmares, Mike's mind was racing.

As much as he didn't want become some drug dealer's plaything for a night, Trevor's request made sense. The men that he dealt with had no problem roughing up a guy like Trevor but Mike was different. Mike was pretty and small and to some people, fragile. The same men that beat the shit out of Trevor liked pretty things and they liked to keep those pretty things in pretty condition. Mike might be a little sore if they were particularly aggressive or rough or just plain inexperienced but it wasn't anything he wouldn't be able to handle.

Mike tried to think logically about the whole thing. If it kept the debt collector's off their backs and Trevor out of the hospital, why not give it a chance? What could it really hurt? He'd make sure they used protection and play the part of perfect little whore. Anything to keep himself and Trevor safe and happy. Now he just had to find a way to break it to Trevor.

The first opportunity didn't present itself until nearly six weeks later. Mike could tell that Trevor was getting antsy about something upcoming but he refused to say what it was. It wasn't until Trevor pulled his oldest suit out of the closet. Mike froze when he realized it was the suit Trevor always wore to business meetings he didn't think would go well. Mike pulled the suit out of Trevor's hands and shoved it into the garbage bin. Trevor frowned and tried to grab it back out.

"Mike, that's an important suit. Why would you throw it out?" he asked.

"What if you didn't need it anymore? What if there was another way?" Mike said.

Trevor sighed and shook his head. "You know that there's no other way, Mike. I'm too far in to leave this completely."

"What if I went instead?" Mike asked.

Trevor's eyes flashed a dark anger that Mike had never seen before. "No way am I letting you go instead of me, Mike. I should never have asked you in the first place. You're so much better than all of this."

Mike stubbornly crosses his arms in front of him. "I'm going instead. I already have my mind made up about it. They'll just continue to hurt you, Trevor! They won't hurt me. I've thought about this for weeks now. Please, just let me go once. If it doesn't work out, I swear I won't ever ask again."

Trevor was silent for a long time before sighing. "I'll see if he's interested in sleeping with you in exchange for releasing some of my debts. If he is, fine but if he's not, you're not going and I refuse to argue with you about it."

Fortunately for them both, the man was veryinterested in Mike. As it turns out, being a high dollar drug dealer wasn't exactly something you could put on a business card when trying to pick up a woman (or man) at a bar. Mike made sure he was clean and calm and as innocent looking as possible before he showed up.

It was just the two of them, something that Mike was extremely grateful for, and he didn't seem to have any weird fetishes. He was just a lonely, powerful man that wanted his dick sucked and for Mike to ride him before he turned him away with a promise to forgive some of Trevor's debt and a dime bag tucked into his pocket.

The first time set the precedent and it wasn't long before another dealer was calling up, looking for Trevor but more than willing to take Mike instead. The patterned continued for months. They'd call, Trevor would offer Mike to them. Mike would go, do as he was told, come back with small amounts of pot and the dealers would knock some of the amount off of Trevor's debt. Then Tom Keller happened.

Tom Keller was everything a drug dealer usually was not. He was smart and funny and attractive, with plenty of legitimate money to cover the fact that he was dealing on the side. Despite the fact that he seemed like a real, decent guy, Mike was always on edge when he was around. Tom had a tendency to look at Mike too long. It shouldn't have been a big deal, he was use to the way people looked at him by now, but with Tom it was different.

When Trevor first asked him to go with Tom, Mike refused. That was the first time he'd ever seen Trevor really and truly angry with him.

"Why the hell not?"

"I just don't want to. I don't like the way he looks at me," Mike explained, turning away to put on some water to boil for pasta.
The slap caught him completely off guard and Mike looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.

"What the hell, Trevor?" he asked.

Trevor grabbed Mike's face in his hands and pulled him close, so their noses were nearly touching. "You will go with Tom and you will not make a fuss about it. Got it?" he hissed.

Mike pushed him away angrily but that only made it worse. Trevor came back with a punch to Mike's gut and when Mike fell to the floor, he pushed him over with his foot.

"You will go with Tom and you will not fight me about it anymore. Say it," he yelled.

Mike coughed, trying to get air back into his lungs. "I'll go, I won't fight, I'm sorry," he gasped out.

"That's what I thought," Trevor said, looking at Mike with disgust before walking out of the apartment.

Mike rolled over onto his hands and knees, panting. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out when things had turned sour. He mentally scanned through the past few weeks in his head. He couldn't find any hint that Trevor was angry with him or think of anything he'd done wrong. That meant that it was about Tom Keller. What made Tom Keller so different that Trevor would go from not wanting Mike to be passed around to demanding it? Whatever it was, Mike would find out soon.

The difference, Mike learned the day of his "date", was the money. While the other men had only wanted a one off thing for a few hundred bucks, Tom wanted something long term. He was willing to give Trevor up to a thousand dollars for each night he had with Mike. That, of course, did nothing to soothe Mike's nerves. What kink would be bad enough that he's pay that much? That he'd even have to pay for it at all? Trevor didn't give him any specific instructions on what to wear when he went so Mike just slipped into jeans and a t shirt. He double checked the address he was supposed to go to, even though he knew he had it memorized.

Trevor was sitting on the couch drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle. He glanced up at Mike, eyes glazed over in a way that Mike knew meant he was drunk as well as high.

Mike cleared the lump that had formed in his throat and said, "I'm going to go see Tom Keller now."

Trevor glanced away and took another swig from the bottle, blatantly ignoring him. Mike tried to not let it get to him as he left the apartment. On the bike ride to Tom's apartment, he had to remind himself to stay calm. Trevor would never let anyone seriously hurt him, even for that much money. Worst case scenario, he'd get a few bruises that would heal in a few days. Of course, if Tom decided he also wanted to hit Mike in the stomach, those bruises might end up as broken ribs. Mike shivered and put those thoughts out of his mind. He could do this.

The doorman at the apartment seemed to be expecting him. He looked distastefully at Mike's bike but offered to put it up for him and instructed him which floor to go to. Tom met him outside of his penthouse apartment and led him inside, offering him a bowl and a lighter that Mike was quick to refuse.

"I'd rather just get it over with, if that's alright," he explained.

Tom raised an eyebrow at Mike but didn't argue. He showed Mike down the hall to his bedroom and closed the door behind them. Mike inspected the room carefully, not noticing any strange bondage equipment, animals or other people hiding anywhere. Tom placed a hand on his shoulder and Mike jumped in surprise.

"Whoa, calm down there, kid," Tom joked, coming around to face Mike.

"I'm older than you are," Mike retorted, finally cracking a smile.

"Are we really going to stand here arguing or are you going to kiss me?" Tom shot back.

Mike's mouth fell open in surprise and Tom used the opportunity to his advantage. Tilting his head down, he pressed his lips to Mike's. They kissed softly for a few minutes, learning each other's styles and exploring before deepening it. Mike wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and Mike reached a hand up Mike's shirt. His hands ghosted softly over the skin of Mike's stomach, creeping up until they reached Mike's ribs. Mike immediately pulled away, gasping loudly in pain.

"Shit, what happened? Are you okay?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, it's nothing, just some bruised ribs is all," Mike explained, leaning in for another kiss. Tom pulled away and lifted up Mike's shirt.

"How did this even happen?" he asked, fingers tracing the edges of the bruise.

"It's nothing, don't worry about," Mike said, realizing he was quickly losing control of the situation.

"It must be something or else you'd tell me," Tom said, frowning slightly.

"It was just a bike accident, don't worry about it," Mike said.

Tom looked like he didn't quite believe him so Mike reached out to undo his pants to distract him. "It's not that big of a deal, looks worse than it is. Just forget about it and let's concentrate on this," he said.

Tom leaned in and kissed Mike again and Mike smiled. He could do this. He began to palm Tom through his boxers, noting that he was considerably larger than anyone Mike had been with. Mike dropped to his knees and pulled Tom's boxers down and off. Wrapping one hand around the base, Mike took just the tip into his mouth. He licked and sucked at the head, feeling it harden in his mouth. He took great joy in teasing Tom until he was panting and moaning, head thrown back and teeth clenched as he tried not to come.

"That's enough, I still want to fuck you," he finally said, pushing Mike back slightly.

Mike stood up and stripped off his own clothes. Tom pulled him in for another kiss, grinding their hips together as he picked Mike up and carried him to the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom out of the bedside table and dropped them on the bed next to Mike.

"What position do you prefer?" Tom panted into Mike's ear.

"Doesn't matter to me," Mike mumbled, kissing along Tom's neck.

Tom grabbed Mike's legs and draped them over his shoulders before lubing up his fingers and pushing two of them in. Mike moaned loudly at the intrusion and made sure to relax as much as possible. Tom wasted no time in pumping them in and out, scissoring them and opening Mike up as much as possible. He added a third finger on a whim and used them to open Mike up until he was practically riding them, begging for more. Tom pulled the fingers out just long enough to slap on a condom and then he was pushing into Mike in one steady stroke.

Mike never knew sex could be this good. Before it had been all awkward fumblings and half-hearted thrusting, even when Mike was in control. Sex with Tom was as strong and powerful as he was. He snapped his hips forward in slow, even strokes, shifting every few strokes until he found that spot inside of Mike that made him see stars. Mike gasped and tightened his ankles around the back of Tom's head when that happened. Tom just grinned and began to pound into Mike, faster, harder, never once losing endurance until Mike felt heat building in his groin.

"Shit, Tom, I can't hold out any more," Mike gasped.

Tom just continued to thrust harder, reaching a hand down to jerk Mike off. With only a few pulls, Mike was spilling himself all over Tom's hand, screaming out his orgasm. Tom came shortly after, deep inside Mike's ass, before slowly and carefully pulling out.

"That was…," Mike trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah. Yeah it was," Tom said.