Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Beware the Broken ❯ 5. Tazz ( Chapter 5 )

C y a n i d e- ^--^ Thanks much. Honestly I can't say I like writing smut among other things… I'm never really satisfied with the way it comes out, but it just goes along with the story line, and I'm basically trying to practice xD. But thanks for reading!

 

“Darren,” Jimmy pulled the limp, warm body closer and snuggled against it. Darren had his eyes shut and was drifting off to sleep, barely capable of talking, so he put his hand on Jimmy's arm to let him know he was still awake. “That was so damn hot,” Darren smiled lazily before he was unable to stay awake, and sleep took him. He liked the feel of the possessive arms wrapped around his body, maybe for once he wouldn't wake up alone. He was in the other man's bed, but that never seemed to stop them before.

 

Jimmy placed soft kisses along Darren's jaw line, nuzzling his hair. He smelled good, somehow the scents of sweat, sex, and lavender shampoo mixed well. He sighed when it became obvious that Darren was asleep, and he rolled over to turn off the light. He couldn't help but think this was a mistake, originally he was intent on a one-night stand but Darren was worth more than that. In any other situation that wouldn't have been a problem, but he was sleeping with a cop, more or less one that was assigned to arrest him. He liked the thrill of it but he wasn't stupid, trusting was his weakness but he knew where to draw the line, it was too easy for Darren to betray him. With that thought Jimmy moved away from the other in his bed, it would be easier to leave without waking him up if they weren't too close, as much as Jimmy liked cuddling.

 

Jimmy woke up shivering at 7:37. Oddly, the blankets and sheets had been completely removed from his body, and his half-naked form was completely uncovered. He looked over to see that Darren had horded all the blankets during the night, Jimmy laughed silently. Beside him there was just a big ball of blankets with a head sticking out, and a bare leg down at the foot of the bed. Jimmy tilted his head and stared at it, intrigued by the lack of hair, Darren shaved his legs. As unmanly as it was considered Jimmy liked it, he'd never been a fan of hairy legs, but was too lazy and unmotivated to shave his own.

 

He sat up, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the other man's temple, assuming this would be the last time they saw each other. Unless of course by some miracle Jimmy was caught, then they'd probably meet up again. He snickered to himself, imagining what would happen if they became close and Darren found out about him, it was fun to think about, but too much of a risk to follow through. He couldn't help but trust anyone one who was close to him, couldn't help but love, and trusting a cop could easily hurt him.

 

He sighed and got up, grumbling something about the guest room not having a shower. He planned to be out all day and figured that by the time he got back, Darren would have gotten the hint and left. He felt a little bad, after all he and Darren had conversed a little more than he usually did with someone he only planned to fuck. He wasn't sure that Darren was expecting to wake up alone, but he wasn't about to let his conscience get in his way. This was the smartest choice, and smartest wasn't always kindest, he couldn't like Darren, couldn't hold any kind of relationship, couldn't love a cop. Nor could he stay with this one in particular without falling in love, he felt. With that thought he left the room, headed to his own to shower. He zipped up his pants on the way there.

 

When Darren opened his eyes, he was clinging to the edge of a bed that wasn't his, wrapped up in the sheet and blanket with one leg hanging off the bed. He blinked for a moment, nervous about turning over to look at the space beside him, fearing that it would be empty. Men always seemed to be in a hurry to run off after they slept with him. Some left without waiting for him to fall asleep even, some promised they'd call and never did. He was ashamed to compare his number of past boyfriends to the number of times he'd gotten laid. He really wasn't a fan of one-night stands, but he guessed he really was just that horrible in bed.

 

This time it was different though, he'd danced, talked to, and gotten to know this man. For once he'd actually remembered the guy's name, Jimmy… Jimmy what? Darren gave himself the benefit of the doubt and decided that Jimmy had never told him his last name. With a hopeful sigh Darren finally turned over to look beside him, the bed was empty. He frowned, there was no trace of the other man and it was only 8:30. He must've been in a hell of a hurry to get out of there to have gotten up so early. Darren was disappointed, but not surprised.

 

He could only blame his lack of real relationships on his lack of talent in bed. He had been told he was no good in the past, but hated to admit that there was evidence. Then he remembered what Jimmy had said the night before. `That was so damn hot,' He didn't think Jimmy would have said that for any reason other than it being true. Maybe he was just trying to bring Darren up so he'd break down when he once again woke up alone. Originally the words had given him the idea that maybe he wasn't that bad. But Darren didn't want to get his hopes up, he had to accept that sex just wasn't his strong point, as much as he enjoyed it.

 

The worst part of being depressed or let down for him, was the fact that Darren had no one to discuss it with, no one to help him through rough times. No one but his parents that is, and in truth they weren't exactly the most helpful people. They were both friendly, funny, loved to throw parties, but talking to them about personal problems was like talking to an insensitive tree. They'd tell you `life goes on' and somehow make the subject change into something to do with money.

 

Ever since the end of high school Darren had been alone. All his friends had been A and B students and fluttered right off to college, their parents praising them for their intelligence as they left town. But Darren, even though he too was a straight A student, and could've gotten into a very awarding college, followed his original dream. To be on the police force, his parents didn't approve of this and many of his old friends were disappointed in him after he'd announced it. He kept in touch with those friends that he still had, but only over the internet and they were becoming less close since their teenage years. Besides, Darren wanted someone to get his mind off everything, someone he could have fun with and share anything with, he wanted a boyfriend.

 

Jimmy got a call that afternoon around 1:00 that he needed to `get his ass down to the club because Butch said so.' Jimmy wasn't really happy about this, he'd planned on spending the day for himself, flirt with pretty boys and girls on street corners and in bars. He had been wondering if he may have been able to succeed in having sex with a different person every day that week, after all he already had it started. But he decided it was better for his dignity, not so much his ego, that Butch had called him over to play cops and robbers once again.

 

The club didn't have a name, but it was called `Peanut's Club' by most because the name of the street it was on happened to be Peanut Blvd. It wasn't the most cozy place, strippers of both the male and female gender were in every direction you looked, and the smell of blood and sex was all over. He really hated the place, boys couldn't keep their cocks in their pants and girls made it a hobby to use the middle of a public bar as a dressing room. Not to mention the constant fighting that went on, every once in a while one drunk would throw another drunk over a table and break a chair or two. This happened about once every hour so Jimmy had come to notice. No rules, no dress code, no condoms, it was Butch's kind of place, and Jimmy had to live with the fact that it was his favorite place to meet.

 

As soon as he stepped in his eyes fell upon Butch, who was sitting in his usual spot in the corner of the room. As he made his way over he passed a group of shirtless women fighting over what seemed to be the last they could afford. Jimmy was only relieved that they were wearing bras, still he sneered, they weren't exactly modest bras. The guys were even worse, one guy with no shirt on was trying to shove an empty bottle down a naked guy's throat, and they were both laughing hysterically. Jimmy couldn't help but notice how disgustingly hairy they both were, he hated hair.

 

Luckily the corner where Butch sat was quieter, though there was still a large person, who he couldn't tell the gender of, speaking loudly about how it's cousin's cock attacked it and so it hit the cock with a stick. Jimmy snickered to himself, it was obvious that the person was talking about a rooster, but it was so much funnier the other way.

 

“I hope this is important, you know I hate this place,” Jimmy hugged himself in order to be as small as possible, there was less of a chance that any glass bottles would hit him.

 

“Well it wasn't important to me really, this was Tazz's idea, apparently he missed you, though I don't see why,” Butch scoffed. Jimmy was well aware of the fact that he and Butch weren't exactly friends, but they weren't enemies either so it didn't bother him.

 

“Tazz is here?” Jimmy's eyes lit up and he looked around, searching for the familiar face. Tazz had played a part in his last break up. Her name was Jazz and she was Tazz's second cousin, Jimmy hadn't intentionally cheated so she'd leave him, but he was relieved when it happened either way. Tazz was his high-school lover, a really fucked up sexy kid who was always glad to be his boyfriend's sex toy. Jimmy left him for his second cousin, three years later she caught he and Tazz making out in a phone booth. That had been the end of it, Jimmy had left them both there without a word when he went back to New York, shit, now he'd have to explain why he'd run away from them.

 

“Up there,” Butch pointed to a man on stage, the second most beautiful human being on the whole damn planet, grinding his hips and just barely avoiding touching himself on stage. Damn, he was good at that. Jimmy was on his feet immediately and heading toward him without another word to Butch. Honestly, Jimmy had never really been too fond of strippers, but Tazz was a good guy, and though this wasn't really his profession, it just went to show that you couldn't judge someone by their occupation, among other things.

 

Tazz was flattered, most of the hands that were reaching towards him were those of women, but it still made him feel like the sexy short bitch that he was. Yes, he was short, very short actually, hardly four and a half feet in height, but he was starting to easily accept that, after all it didn't seem to turn the horny boys off. Besides, he was short in height, but there were quite a few who knew that he was long in another way. Shit, but he was still convinced that he'd lost the love of his life to his tall sister because of his height. Realizing he'd all but stopped moving, and his eyes had fallen shut only half way through the song, he opened them again, and right at the edge of the stage, looking up at him, there he was.

 

It was funny, Jimmy looked good, he looked amazing, but he didn't really look different, just the normal cocky-in-a-sexy-kind-of-way man he always knew. He gave the man a smirk and received a wave and a smile, which must've meant that Jimmy was happy to see him, and that was definitely a happy thought for Tazz. However, his bitch side had something naughty up its sleeve, something he hoped Jimmy would feel for a few long days.

 

He practically danced over to the edge of the stage, not too close, otherwise the psycho women may have grabbed his feet, pulled him down and stolen his clothes. He extended a hand directly to Jimmy, basically welcoming him onto the stage. Jimmy took it willingly, Tazz was wearing a sinister smirk, but then again, when was he not. Jimmy looked down at the other man when they were both on the stage, and Tazz looked up at him. There was a pause, some whispers from the audience barely audible with the other noise.

 

“Where the fuck have you been?” Tazz growled under his breath before kicking the other man, straight in between the legs, as hard as he could. Jimmy let out a squeal and fell to his knees, hands squeezing his balls in agony, he tried to curse and say all kinds of nasty things, but all that came out were gags. He rolled around on the stage in pain for at least thirty seconds before he was able to push himself to his feet. Tazz had gone back to dancing, and didn't seem to notice that Jimmy was back on too legs. As he came up behind the other boy, Jimmy hadn't really decided what he was going to do. His dick still hurt, and he kept on hand on it, but with the other he grabbed Tazz by his hair and bend his head back, crushing his lips against the other man's. Jimmy had meant it to be a rough, vengeful kiss, but he'd obviously forgot who he was kissing, and Tazz turned it into a more passionate one as quickly as it had started.

 

“See you back stage,” Jimmy yanked his lips away from the others, he didn't really want Tazz to get too much, he'd only be disappointed to find that Jimmy honestly still didn't want him, or couldn't was a better word.

 

Tazz was anxious to get off stage when the song finally ended, and hurried to the back, hoping to meet Jimmy there. But when he arrived, it seemed empty, just the usual clothes lying around, mirrors all over, and a small private dressing room. He frowned, Jimmy couldn't have ditched him again, could he have, who knew, maybe he'd met some tall naked guy back there and decided to fuck him instead. Tazz huffed at the thought, making his way to the dressing room to put on more modest clothes.

 

Upon opening the door to said room he was met with a mischievous grin, crossed arms, and those taunting sexy silver eyes.

 

“Fuck, Jim,” He smiled widely. “How's your penis area?” He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, but leaning against it to keep his distance.

 

“In pain, thank you very much,” Jimmy replied casually. Tazz merely smiled, that was definitely what Tazz had meant to do, still, it would have been more rewarding if Jimmy was still holding his nuts.

 

“Sorry about that,” Tazz shrugged. “Kind of pisses me off when you cheat my cousin, with me, after leaving me, and then run away from both of us like the fucked up coward you are,” Tazz crossed his arms, a little impressed with himself that he was able to let all that out.

 

“Fuck, Tazz, I wasn't running from you, I ran from the cops, you idiot. They were onto me, I came back to New York to lay low, all right, Butch advised it originally, you can even ask him. Besides that, we were both drunk that night, I'm surprised you even fucking remembered, it didn't mean anything, and I would've explained that to her had I not been planning on leaving her soon anyway, neither of you meant anything, I had no reason to run from you.” Jimmy's voice was calm, but his words we weren't, they were harsh and they hurt Tazz whether Jimmy realized it or not. Tazz ran his tongue over his lip ring, suddenly silent. Jimmy refused to apologize, he meant it, and it was the truth, even though Tazz looked hurt, what was there to apologize for?

 

“Whatever, Jimmy,” Tazz finally said. “It doesn't matter, then,” He sighed. “So how have you been?” He asked. Jimmy hated the fact that he was still locked in the dressing room with the guy, a guy that in the past couldn't shut up about how much he loved Jimmy.

 

“I've been fine, Rodney's engaged to a adorable little fag, I fucked my brother two nights ago, and last night I bedded a cop, and tonight, I think I'll sleep alone,” He replied plainly. Tazz hated his bluntness, hated the way Jimmy made it so obvious that he didn't care for him, but Tazz refused to believe that. With little thought he pushed himself off the door and had Jimmy against the wall, devouring his lips with a desperate kiss. Unfortunately, before he had time to appreciate the feel of those warm, smooth lips, he was on the floor, he'd been pushed away, pushed down.

 

“Tazz, I hate when you do that,” Jimmy whipped his face.

 

“I hate when you do that! Jesus Jim, it's like one minute you're so obviously attracted to me, and the next you're treating me like a worthless piece of shit. Why the hell did you kiss me? Why did you look at me like that? Why did you even come!” Tazz was out of the room in a minute, and he slammed the door in Jimmy's face. “Why can't I mean anything to you?” He kicked the wall outside and then fell against it. Jimmy let out a heavy sigh, thinking he shouldn't have come after all. Honestly, he liked Tazz as a friend, but he just hated when he got dramatic about everything, it was worse than a woman.

 

“Tazz,” Jimmy came out of the dressing room to find Tazz just standing in the hall, staring at the floor. He looked up immediately in hope and question. “Look, I don't know if you're staying anywhere but if you want to you can spend the night or week, or whatever at my place, and that doesn't mean you're aloud in my bed,” Jimmy shrugged. Unfortunately, he had a weakness for a pair of pouting lips and sad eyes, and at the moment, Tazz had both.

 

“Thank you!” Tazz didn't even seem to think about it first. “You know I'd love to stay with you, I love you!” Tazz practically pranced forward and through his arms around Jimmy's neck, pulling him into an awkward hug.

 

“Don't say that, Tazz,” Jimmy said in a very serious and annoyed tone, he was telling, not asking. Tazz didn't reply, but he nodded against Jimmy's chest, he'd try not to say it again, but it was the truth, the best feeling he'd ever had. “All right, get off, let's get the hell out of here, shall we?” He put a friendly arm around Tazz's shoulder and headed toward the exit. Tazz simply liked the feel off Jimmy's arm around him, not really caring that he'd left his clothes at the club.

 

 

A/n- Ha, my ass is so slow…this is so late… however… not as late as the next chapter to every other story I have up >.<. The next to `Where the Heart Is' should be up soon, it's somewhat /exciting/ and I'm half way done xD. But I've hit a sort of block… I'll get around it soon… I hope xP.

 

For those of you who tolerate my slow updates and read, I love you, and with that being said, you should review :D. -nudgenudge.- Seriously… it's when I get reviews that I really feel like writing again, they're encouraging, so if you want updates, reviews are nice ^--^.

 

I was going to have more of what's going on with Nick in this chapter… but honestly, he's boring >D. So I'll fit that into the next chapter…