Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 5. Moving along ( Chapter 5 )

“Well what are we waiting for,” Clark chimed out as he started plodding down the hill, leaving the others behind. Teresa without a word followed him not long after, and Raj right after her. Jason was about to go when he felt his arm grabbed and pulled back.

 

“Jason,” Shane said, turning him forcefully so that they faced each other. “You have to make sure you remember to call your uncle,” He said. Jason nodded, wondering why it seemed so hard for him to believe that Jason was planning on visiting him. Shane did believe it, he was just slightly afraid it wouldn't happen, he would get over it, but he would've rather not had to.

 

“Okay, just makin' sure,” Shane had to make sure he was breathing, he was 500 feet from getting laid and all he could do was look at those eyes. Even in the dark they were bright and beautiful, even when Jason blushed, and turned away. Shane clenched a fist at his side just to keep himself from touching those soft looking cheeks. He sighed and turned away, headed down the steep hill, leaving Jason at the top, frozen. At least if they never saw each other again it would rid him of the temptation.

 

Jason was a little stunned with himself, by the way he'd actually developed a curiosity and an urge to look back into the wanting eyes. He shook the thought from his head quickly though, and made his way down the mountain quickly, slowing his pace when he reached a spot close behind Shane.

 

“Guess we'd better get you to a medic,” Shane suggested just as they reached the foot. Jason agreed in his mind and quickened his pace; he was still in deep thought, too deep to say anything he didn't need to say.

 

 

The young women told them all to leave the room after Jason was brought to her attention. She asked a few short questions about what had happened in both cases, and then sent them away. Clark headed to his tent immediately, saying he was going to catch up on a few things, Teresa went to sleep, and Raj Just sat out under the moonlight, staring at the stars in thought. While Shane was waiting for Clark he knew he had to greet Tony, otherwise he'd wake up to an angry voice asking him why he didn't. Mark followed him to the place where Tony was sleeping soundly without the smile that he'd always worn in the past, even in his sleep. He'd lost it ever since the first month of the war, but knowing Tony, it would come back after he returned home to his beloved Trisha.

 

“Hey, Tony, your true love has returned for you,” Mark simply walked up and kicked Tony in the stomach; it was the easiest way for him. Tony grunted and awoke immediately, putting both hands on his stomach in pain. Mark just then moved further away from him so he couldn't be tripped or kicked back in any way. Shane turned to him with a raised eyebrow, what a pleasant feeling to wake up to.

 

“Owe, son of a bitch,” He groaned in pain. He opened his eyes wider, and caught a glimpse of Shane, who was looking at Mark in askance. “Shane, you asshole, I thought you were dead,” Tony picked up his boot at threw it at Shane's chest. Shane caught it before it hit him and tossed it with a smile, glad Tony was happy to see him.

 

“I was just takin' a walk, what are you talkin' `bout,” He said sarcastically, having a seat on a barrel full of god knows what.

 

“You smell like my mother, on this walk of yours what exactly did you do?” Tony wrinkled his nose and sat up. “And where's your shirt,” He asked. Mark popped open a bottle of beer that they had stowed away, and set it on the ground for them to share as usual.

 

“Well, I rolled in the mud, rescued a sexy little boy from the forces of evil, made out, and walked back at least five miles to have you throw boots at me,” Shane replied with a tired sigh. “And now I'm going to sleep,” He said. He crawled down onto the floor next to where Tony lay and flopped himself on the ground. Tony gave him a funny look, trying to get through the fact that they weren't about to sleep anywhere near each other, this of course only made it worse. Shane stared at him slyly for a moment, and then pounced from the ground, clinging to Tony's waist and nestling his head in the blankets teasingly. Mark rolled his eyes and simply sat back to watch the show.

 

“Shane! Let go!” Tony couldn't help but laugh as he scooted away and tried to push his friend's hands off of him. Shane crawled further up his body as Tony continued to struggle to get away, also with the knowledge that Shane was only messing around.

 

“Be my teddy bare, I dropped him in the toilet,” Shane hugged him tightly and curled up beside him like a small child. Tony continued to try and push him off and eventually began to succeed. By only a minute later the two were wrestling like teething puppies, one trying to keep the other from squeezing him to death. Tony wasn't exactly enjoying this, but nonetheless they were both laughing, as Mark was not. He was just annoyed, as always when Shane and Tony were together, if there was ever such a thing as best friends, Shane and Tony were exactly that.

 

Too lost in their game to examine what happened around them, neither of the boys saw Clark enter the tent. Mark had his back turned, but eventually sensed the presence of another and glanced back.

 

“Shane, your boyfriend's here,” He said. Both Tony and Shane froze, Shane leaning over him with Tony's foot pressing against his chest, about to kick him backward.

 

“Boyfriend?” Tony asked, taking a glance at Clark and then looking back at Shane. He would've been lying if he were to say he wasn't disappointed, Shane had always been his buddy and did everything with him, a boyfriend would ruin all of that. Trisha was the type of girl who would participate in anything she was welcome to and stay out of what she wasn't. She never fought to get her way and was happy with whatever she got, which is why she'd never come between them.

 

“Yeah, this is Clark,” Shane climbed to his feet with a smile of greeting, pretending not to notice Clark's slightly jealous glare. “Clark, this is Tony, he's another friend of mine,” Shane put an arm around Clark's waist and unnoticeably pulled him closer.

 

“Yeah, I know him, he like's to mess with Jason's glasses, that is before he broke them,” Clark said in an annoyed tone, crossing his arms and leaning against Shane's shoulder.

 

“Oh, little four eyes, he still alive?” Tony winked at him, just to show he didn't give a damn what the loser gay boy thought of him.

 

“Hey, come on guys, don't do this before you've even met,” Shane suggested. The last thing he wanted was to have to choose between his boy friend and his best friend. Tony was irreplaceable, but no matter how he really felt about Clark it hurt anyone's reputation to ditch or cheat on his or her partner.

 

“Whatever, I'll see you later Shane,” Clark left the tent, throwing the flap that was used as a door out of his way and trudging back to his own tent. Shane sighed and took a few steps after him but decided not to follow right away.

 

“Thanks, Tony,” He sighed in annoyance. Tony shrugged and leaned against the wall behind him as if he saw it that he'd done nothing wrong. “God, can't you have just a little respect?” Shane turned and left, not sure where he was headed, he'd visit Clark later when he was cooled off. Tony huffed and pulled his blanket over his head crossing his arms and sealing his eyes shut from the light.

 

“Put out the light, and get out,” He said to Mark in an angry muffled voice from under the covers. Mark mouthed his words with an irritated expression, mocking him so he couldn't see or hear. He blew out the candle and headed toward the exit, leaving the tent wide open.

 

When Shane finally did head over to Clark's tent, he was asleep, just like everyone else it seemed. He thought about crawling under the covers with him, but didn't want to intrude; after all they'd only been together a few hours. So he zipped up the door to the tent, and headed back to his own just as Jason left the medical center.

 

“So, what got you,” He asked referring to the supposed bite on Jason's elbow where a small bandage clung to his skin.

 

“Snake, that's all she knows, not venomous so I'll be okay,” Jason replied. “So, Clark and everyone go to sleep?” He asked. He was hoping in his mind that Shane hadn't been waiting up for him while everyone else was asleep. He'd had enough of Shane's small obsession with him, small or not.

 

“Yeah I was on my way over to see Clark, but he was already out, Tony and him are already not getting along to well,” Shane mumbled under his breath. Jason could barely understand, but the mention of Tony Reynolds discouraged him. He hadn't known the guy's name before, the guy he hated, not before Raj had said it back in the woods.

 

“Yeah, Tony,” Jason murmured back.

 

“I heard about you and him, and don't worry about `im, if you two knew each other better you'd like `im, trust me,” Shane comforted, almost putting an arm around him, but forcing himself not to.

 

“Well that might be harder than it seems, thanks to him it's about three times harder to see out here. He was lucky I only needed those glasses to read and see over long distances. Or I was, I mean,” Jason replied. It was obvious that he didn't trust what Shane was saying, and it would be a long hard three months trying to get the three of them to get along.

 

“I bet you'd look cute in glasses,” Shane said, purposely changing the subject. Jason couldn't stop himself from smiling, though he didn't want to encourage Shane.

 

“Yeah well, they're not meant for looks, so either way,” Jason replied. “…Anyway,” He sighed. “I'm going to get to sleep too, you'd better as well, otherwise you might not make the call. No more sleepin' in,” He said, turning his destination to the side. “I'll see you tomorrow,” He called. Shane nodded and waved to him, heading as well to his own tent.

 

Tony woke up the next morning to the sound of rustling around in his tent. It seemed impossible to ignore, so eventually he look the blankets off his head and looked around. Through his blurred vision he saw a black fluffy tail sticking out of a knocked over box of cereal, and two black feet. He titled his head and nearly went for his gun; until it pulled it's head out and gave him an adorable pleading look with its large brown eyes. Foxes were Shane's favorite animals, not to mention he wasn't really savage enough to just shoot a small animal. It didn't look full-grown; in fact it looked so young to be perhaps less than half a year old. Its mother had to have been near by; he'd just scare it off.

 

Still the way the animal just stood with his head low, staring at him as if it refused to leave the delicious food alone. However, instead of trying to catch the animal, Tony kept his distance and left the tent, making sure he shut the fox inside so it could continue his feast, he had to get Shane.

 

“Shane!” He shouted as soon as he started running toward the other side of the grounds. He tripped on a lump in the ground and fell flat on his face, but all he knew was that he'd ended up with his head in the dirt. He lay there for only a few moments before he felt a hand in his hair, lifting his head up.

 

“Yes, m'love?” Shane said humorously, nudging the side of his head just above his ear with the tip of his shoe. Tony knocked Shane's hand away and pushed himself up to his feet, breathing heavily.

 

“I caught him!” He said, pointing back at his tent. “I caught a fox in my tent, I thought you'd like to see him,” He concluded as he finished. He then noticed that Jason wasn't far from the seen and gave him an angry glare. Jason rolled his eyes and stepped up next to Shane, crossing his arm, biting his lip, and shifting his wait as he waited to hear an answer.

 

“Really, a fox!” Shane gasped in excitement and glanced back at Jason, and then at Tony's tent. Just as Tony expected, Shane wanted to see it right away.

 

“Hey freak,” Tony smiled and waved at Jason as he turned to take Shane to see his new pet. Shane look back at Jason in discouragement and shrugged, he couldn't just attack his best friend about calling his other friends names. Jason nodded, as if he understood Shane's position, which he barely did.

“So, you get desperate for friends lately, or are you using him?” Tony said under his breath so that Jason couldn't hear as they headed back to the tent.

 

“Hey, Tony, come on, just give him a chance, he's actually kind of cool,” Shane whispered. Tony chuckled and looked at the ground, dragging his feet.

 

“Yeah whatever, you can get along with anyone…” His voice trailed off. “You'd get along with Derek if you got the guts to just talk to him,” He added. Shane was silent, for some reason he didn't like people talking about Derek, it reminded him of the fact that since he'd met Jason he didn't give a damn about his old heartthrob.

 

“Aright, I dunno what he's doing in there, so be careful when you open the door,” Tony warned. Shane nodded and reached for the zipper at the top of the tent to open it. Tony grabbed his shoulder and yanked him away before he even got close to opening it.

 

“Ladies first,” He said referring to Jason with a wicked smile. Jason had had it, where his short temper came from no one knew, but it was there. Luckily he wasn't very good at hurting people. He stomped his foot forward and pushed Tony into the wall of the tent, his hand in a fist, ready to throw a punch. Tony wasn't happy either, and had a mind to destroy the stupid little nerd, but both of them were stopped.

 

“Guys!” Shane cut in. “If you don't stop messing with each other I'll kick both your asses! I don't think any of us want that,” He threatened. Tony and Jason took down their guards but were still obviously holding grudges. “All right,” Shane let out a heavy sigh and turned back toward the tent.

 

He unzipped the flap halfway and peaked in, looking around at first he saw nothing, but then caught a glimpse of something moving under the blankets. He opened the door a bit more and stepped inside curiously, giving a hand motion to Tony and Jason to come in as well. Jason stepped forward but Tony pushed him back, just for the sake of being next. The animal under the thick blankets sensed that he wasn't alone and poked his head out of his hiding place. Shane's eyes lit up immediately when the dark furred animal licked its lips at him. It was frozen stiff, staring at him, wondering if it would have been worthwhile to run or not.

 

Shane took a few steps forward as Tony and Jason followed him inside. The fox jumped when more of the two-legged creatures showed up, it rushed to the corner of the tent and curled up against the wall with its head down in fright. Shane awed in his head, but didn't dare make the sound out loud. He was smart enough not to try and touch a wild animal, but he just wanted a good look. Tony however, after closing the tent, walked right up like the big dumb disrespectful idiot he was and reached a hand out. Shane wanted to grab him by the shirt and pull him back, but the fabric slipped from his hands. The animal didn't move, or threaten him in any way as Tony gave it a soft pat on the head.

 

“He's just a little guy, he doesn't even have the wits to protect himself yet,” Tony said with a smile after he'd pulled his hand back. The fox scooted itself further into the corner, terrified, wishing its mother was there to protect it.

 

“Look at him Tony, he's scared shitless, get away from him, we'll leave the door open and he can leave when he wants to,” Shane suggested. Tony huffed a bit and stood up straight, moving out of the animal's path.

 

There was a loud annoying tone coming from the center of the camp, one that they all recognized clearly. It was now six o'clock AM, time to wake up and get ready for training. Even though they were all three already awake and bright eyed, they were reluctant to leave their fox friend and head off to the frontline to take their positions. Hopefully Wayne wouldn't force them out on another invasion so soon, but he'd been known to place battles right next to each other, the man loved his job. Like all authorities, Shane liked to mess with him, which left both Tony and Mark amazed he hadn't been shot yet, only whipped.

 

“Fulmer!” Shane's head was grabbed immediately after he'd stepped in line. “You obviously returned last night, why didn't you report to me immediately,” He said. Shane struggled, feeling the large strong hand wrapped around his scalp, fingers digging into his skin.

 

“Because I don't like you…” He scoffed under his breath just so General Wayne could here him.

 

“Well if you think you're alone you'd better think again, all the other missing persons showed up last night, you're the only one that decided what you wanted to do was more important,” Wayne Scowled. “You missed your ride home just in time boy, three months before you get to go back, I'll consider that a punishment,” He concluded. Shane rolled his eyes, not really wanting to be reminded of the fact that he could've been home at that time. As the General marched off to harass some other private, Shane saw a black figure in the distance, sitting low in the grass, just looking at him.

 

At lunch that day, it was a happy surprise to see Mark, Teresa and Raj sitting together at a table, Shane smiled to himself and headed over to take a seat next to his friend, hopefully Jason, Tony, and Clark would find there way there too.

 

“Hey, Shane buddy, saw Wayne go crazy on you again,” Mark patted his back as he shoved a piece of his biscuit into his mouth. Shane smiled with guilt and looked down at his food with a short laugh.

 

“But I'll tell you, anything beats eating this shit, even that raccoon Jason killed earlier. By the way, where is he, I haven't seen him since this morning,” Shane asked, talking mostly to Teresa. I started stirring his slop around in its bowl and randomly looked up at the food line. And there he was, the most beautiful thing in the world. He didn't know what it was, the timing, the lighting, but Shane caught himself staring, just after everyone else at the table had.

 

“Oh you are so obsessed,” Mark said, hitting him in the back of the head as Jason came plodding over leisurely. Shane chuckled and hit his friend back just as Jason sat next to him. Mark let out an `ouch' and put a hand on the back of his head, but Shane was too busy trying to think up a conversation to notice it.

 

“Shouldn't Clark sit there?” Teresa chimed out; pointing to where Jason was sitting, after all, Clark was Shane's boyfriend. Mark jumped up immediately.

 

“Oh no, I'll move out of the way, he can sit here!” He exclaimed with a mouth full of bread as he picked up his tray. He headed around to the other side of the table and sat next to Teresa. Teresa wrinkled her nose and scooted toward Raj more, Mark was a disgusting creature when he ate.

 

“Hey look!” Jason pointed. At the edge of the camp there was a small furry black fox, the same one that Tony had trapped in his tent. Shane was intrigued, the small animal just sat still, looking straight at him with wide eyes. The others made a few random comments and quickly changed the subject, but what could Shane do, he'd always liked foxes, and this one was his favorite.

 

“Wanna name `im Shane, I don't think Tony would mind,” Jason said, noticing that Shane had his eyes on the fox for a good amount of time.

 

“Emo,” Shane stated, turning back to the table. Everyone there looked at him puzzled. “His name's Emo,” Shane shrugged and went back to his food. Jason shrugged, not agreeing with the name, but not about to argue with him, after all, it wasn't likely they'd see the animal again.

 

“Mind if I sit here?” Clark smirked and scooted in next to Shane. Shane smiled and put an arm around him immediately, messing up his hair with his left hand playfully.

 

“Heya, didn't get to say goodnight to you last night,” He said happily.

 

“Yeah well, I was tired I guess…” Clark's voice trailed off and he shrugged, picking up his biscuit. Shane kissed his head and put his bread, the only really good tasting thing on Clark's tray. Clark looked at it, and then up at him in askance.

 

“I love you, k?” He put a finger under Clark's chin and kissed his lips shortly. He had always been a very good liar. He then turned back to his food and scooped a fork of soggy green beans into his mouth, chewing happily as if it were cake. Jason looked at him with a titled head, never thinking he'd be so generous even to his boyfriend. Eating the other foods at were laid out was like a chore; the bread was the only thing any human taste bud could enjoy in the army. It had really become a treasure; soldiers gambled it and did a lot to steal it, now Clark had two, enough to fill him half way.

 

“…Thanks, you too…” Clark said, unable to hold back a thankful smile, staring down at his tray.

 

“Aww, Shane,” Mark said finally. “That's so sweet of you,” He smiled. “I'll sleep with you if you gimme your bread tomorrow,” He lead it into a joke, as he did most everything.

 

“Speaking of…” Shane stopped his words and pulled Clark's ear to his mouth, whispering something soothingly, something that immediately made Clark smile, and nod. Shane smelled his hair gently and nuzzled his cheek with his nose, then going straight back to his food not wanting to draw attention to himself. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a familiar, but unhappy face. Tony glared at him when he looked up, and soon trudged over to his own table, alone with four men he didn't know.

 

Shane sighed and stood up, brushing a hand over Jason's shoulder sub-consciously as he went over to try and prod his best friend to eat with his knew friend. The somewhat affectionate gesture was noticed by no one but Jason, who simply widened his eyes and let out a long breath when it happened.