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I'll try to post this fanfiction here. Perhaps later I will figure out where it is better to place it if this site is not suitable for this.

Description: Twenty-five-year-old crime boss Murdoc Niccals meets with seventeen-year-old Stuart Pot, who is in school, and they are waiting for Stuart to come of age, because even crime bosses have principles.

Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - [2D, Murdoc N.] By MrBlueCake.

Song: “That’s my boy is driving on the freeway along the night roads. I danced with him on the dance floor, but you’ll continue to be lonely”

Additional request: if you were interested, but you noticed a mistake or would like help with spelling, please write to the author

1. Five-minute date

Stuart Pot was descending the school's wide porch when he noticed the silhouette of a familiar car. Having straightened his slipped backpack, he jumped off the last step and, not paying attention to the crowd of other mad schoolchildren, quickly walked towards the pedestrian crossing.

Crossing the road, Stuart ran to the car, opened the door with his usual movement, fell on the seat, and carefully closed the door back.

Twenty-five-year-old Murdoch Niccals, sitting behind the wheel of his car, phlegmatically chewed gum, watching Stewart sit down next to him. When Stuart sat down, Murdock handed him a pack of gum, and Stuart took one for himself. Removing the wrapper, he tossed the gum into his mouth.

“Thank you,” he said, rummaging through the pockets of his backpack and munching softly.

Murdoc started the engine. He wanted to leave the school building, it annoyed him a little.

“How are you at school?”, he asked, because he always asked something like that and was inwardly ready to listen to a long confused story about the school cafeteria and absenteeism.

"You know," Stuart said, not really wanting to talk about school. - Nothing interesting. Two morons tried to take away my textbook.

Murdoc looked at Stuart.

“Should I figure it out?”

“No,” Stuart shook his head. - They have already washed themselves in blood.

“What does it mean?”, Murdoc asked.

“One of them smashed his nose against the wall for some reason,” Stu said. - I don’t know why. I wasn't even around.

Murdoc chuckled.

“Where are we going?”, Stuart asked.

“Babe… I’ll just drop you home today.”

"Oh," said Stuart, frustrated. - I missed you so much!

“I know,” said Murdoc. - But I have things to do.

“What things?”

“Something. Something needs to be done.”

“Something important?”

“If it wasn't so, I’d send it to hell and stay with you for the whole evening, babe," said Murdoc. - You know.

Stuart nodded meekly.

“Something dangerous?”

“Well, it’s like looking at it,” Murdoc remarked. - I think yes. But don't worry, It’s ok.

Murdoc looked at Stuart and winked at him. Stu smiled sheepishly and looked down the road.

“I'm not worried,” he said, running his hand over the panel on the car door. - Sometimes maybe…

“Whatever it is, I'll get back to you,” Murdoc added.

Stuart reached out and tightened his grip on the backpack.

“I wish I were eighteen,” he said.

“What then?” Murdoc asked, although he knew perfectly well what this conversation was about.

“We could do it then… We could… Finally…” He stared at the dashboard and rubbed his nose with his fingers.

Murdoc silently smiled, knitted his eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Will you come with me tomorrow?" he asked after a short pause.

“Yes,” Stuart said.

“OK, deal,” Murdoc muttered.

He looked at Stuart and held his gaze a little longer than before.

"You're crazy handsome," he said.

Stuart flushed, staring back at him..

“I…” he began, but didn't finish, and only sighed contentedly.

“You, you,” Murdoc confirmed. - My babe.

Stuart began to look out the window, thinking about where Murdoch could call him tomorrow, because he would not dare to ask, but he was very interested. Maybe to the cinema or to the park.

Or to some cool guys from his gang, with whom Murdoc didn't introduce him, but whom Stuart sometimes saw from the window, when Niccals left him in the car for a couple of minutes to quickly resolve some issues.

While Stuart quietly dreamed, the car drove up to his house.

“I guess mom can see us from here…” Stuart muttered cautiously, looking around.

“This is problem?” Niccals asked.

“No,” Stuart said. “Fuck it,” he blurted out, trying to speak confidently. -It is necessary for her, let her look.

“Then…” Murdoc coughed. “Come here, I'll say something.” He beckoned Stuart with his fingers.

Stuart leaned gently in his direction.

“Give me your gum,” Murdoc asked, holding out his hand.

Stuart opened his mouth and Murdoc took the gum straight from his tongue, tossing it into an empty, crumpled glass in the back seat from some past dinner.

“Come to me,” Murdoc said, grabbing Stuart by the chin and tilting him toward him.

He kissed Stuart, making him flinch. Stuart relaxed almost immediately. He let Murdoc slide his tongue into his mouth and grabbed his shoulder, kissing back and exhaling sweetly. After a couple of seconds, Murdoc pulled back. He ran his fingernail down Stuart's cheekbone, lightly scratching his skin.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

Stuart blinked in agreement, looking at Murdoc like a hypnotized rabbit looking at the snake. Niccals moved into his chair and Stuart knew it was time for him to get out of the car.

“Yes,” Stuart said, grabbing his backpack, opening the door and crawling out.

He was about to close the door when he heard Murdoc call out to him:

“Hey!”

“Yep?” Stuart bent down to peer into the car.

“Love you, babe,” Murdoc grinned.

Stuart froze for a moment with happiness, but found the strength to calm down and replied:

“I love you too,” he said. “Very much. Bye,” and he closed the car door.

He walked along the path, while Murdoc went about his important business. Stuart glanced over his shoulder, made sure Niccals had left, and with a peaceful sigh, headed toward the house.

After muttering a greeting to his parents, Stuart didn’t dine and went to his room. Putting on headphones and turning on the music louder, he lay down on the bed and, closing his eyes, began to remember the short trip from school and dream up a cool tomorrow in the company of his boyfriend Murdoc.

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