TRIGGERS: Swearing, Non-consensual touching, hitch hiking, strangers, being stranded

"What do you mean it's broken?" Jared demanded, hopping out of the truck.

"I dunno, looks pretty broken to me." Connor shrugged, gesturing towards the smoking engine of the car.

"Don't you know what's wrong with it?" Jared asked, huddling close to Connor for warmth.

"Do I look like a car person to you?" Connor huffed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "All I know is that it's smoking and it's not starting, sounds pretty fucking broken to me."

Great, their car was broken, it was dark out, and they didn't know where they were.

"Check to see if you have service again." Connor sighed. Jared slid his cellphone out of his pocket.

"Still no service." Jared frowned, putting his phone away.

"Well, it looks like I'll have to walk to the nearest house and ask to use the phone." Connor groaned, shutting the hood of the car.

"Let's go." Jared moved to grab Connor's coat from the car.

"Woah, someone needs to stay with the car." Connor stopped him.

"No way, that's how people get murdered!" Jared said, grabbing Connor's coat and pulling it on. "You're not leaving me here alone."

"Fine, I'll stay then." Connor rolled his eyes at Jared.

"Nope, we're sticking together." Jared insisted.

"Ugh, fine, whatever." Connor reached inside the truck to grab his jacket before realizing it wasn't there. "Wait, do you have my coat on?"

"It's cold and I forgot to bring mine." Jared blinked at him.

"God, you are such a hassle sometimes." Connor chuckled, a small smile forming on his face. He locked the car and grabbed Jared's hand. "Alright, I think there's a house a couple miles back."

After 30 minutes of walking, Jared wasn't sure if there even was a house. He was cold, hungry, tired, and a bit grumpy.

"Are we there yet?" Jared let out a frustrated sigh.

"What are you, three?" Connor chuckled, shaking from the cold. "Obviously not."

"Maybe we should just turn back-" Jared started.

"Look!" Connor's eyes lit up as he spotted a dim light in the distance. "Could that be a house?"

"No, it doesn't look like a house." Jared squinted, watching as the light came closer. "It's a car!" Jared squealed in excitement, hugging Connor.

"Guess we're gonna try hitch hiking." Connor stood near the edge of the road, watching the car get closer before sticking his thumb out. Car pulled over and came to a stop. The man inside rolled down the window.

"Can I help you boys?" He smiled. Connor strolled up to the window, noting the faint smell of weed in the car.

"Yeah, our car broke down a couple miles up. Would you be able to drive us to the nearest phone so we can call a tow truck?" Connor asked. Jared peeked his head from behind Connor, getting a glimpse of the man. He was fairly young, with dark brown hair and a worn leather jacket. However, most importantly, he looked stoned out of his mind.

"No problem, hop in." The man slurred. Jared tugged on Connor's sleeve, shaking his head.

"It's either this or walking some more." Connor hissed quietly to Jared, climbing into the front seat. Jared hesitated before getting into the back seat. His eyes instantly started watering as he stepped into the car. Sure, he had smelled weed before, he was dating Connor Murphy, but this felt suffocating. Jared covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a cough.

"So why're you boys out here?" The man asked lazily, not bothering to check for other cars as he pulled back onto the road.

"My parent's have a cabin up here." Connor shrugged. Jared could tell he was being careful with what he said. "They expected us an hour ago, they must be worried."

Well that was a lie, Connor's parents thought he was staying at Evan's for the weekend.

"That's too bad." The man smiled, that ended all conversation in car. After a couple more minutes of driving, the man took one hand from the steering wheel and set it on Connor's thigh, slowing moving upwards. Connor kept staring straight ahead as his breathing hitched, he was seemingly frozen.

Jared wasn't having any of this, no one was allowed to treat Connor like that. "Get the fuck off him!" Jared reached up and pulled the man's hand away from his boyfriend's junk. Connor blinked, coming back to reality.

"Pull over." Connor said evenly, glaring at the man.

"C'mon, I was just trying to get some compensation for giving you boys a ride." The man snickered, continuing to drive. Connor reached down and grabbed the hunting knife he always kept strapped to his ankle.

"Fucking let us out." Connor warned, voice low.

"Relax, relax, I was just joking with you." The man grumbled, pulling over. Jared and Connor climbed out and watched wearily as he drove away. Connor flung an arm around Jared.

"Shall we start walking?"