Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 6. So love sank down to lust... ( Chapter 6 )

“Hey!” Shane rather snuck up behind Tony, and startled him with a somewhat loud voice. Tony jumped a bit and looked back at him for a moment, not amused, and still looking disappointed. “Aright Tony, am I gonna have to carry you to your table, or are you going to come quietly?” Shane asked humorously, scooting in next to him and leaning over to look at his face. Tony still didn't seem moved; he just stirred his squashed peas around on his tray, trying to ignore Shane completely.

 

“Tony,” Shane put a hand on his should sympathetically. “Come on man, nobody wants to see you sitting alone, it's not that bad just sitting with them, is it?” He asked, rubbing Tony's shoulder now. Tony's eyes moved to him, but he was still focused on his peas, now arranging them into random patterns for the sake of keeping himself busy. “Hey,” Shane put a hand under his chin and lifted his head. Tony finally gave in and looked at him. “Don't be like that, okay?” Shane said. Tony sighed and slouched, flicking a small bug that was on the table accidentally into one of the other soldier's food.

 

“I don't know Shane, I just can't get along with him, maybe your boyfriend, but the other one…” His voice trailed off.

 

“Jason's not a bad guy, if you were willing to apologize he'd forgive you and it'd be all happy joy. But of course you're not going to do that, are you,” Shane nudged him. Tony nodded his head back and forth, not paying much attention, just staring off into the distance in thought.

 

“Well all right,” Shane replied in acceptance. “See you later then,” He kissed Tony's cheek and stood up, heading back to his own table. Tony rolled his eyes and wiped the saliva off of his face, he didn't mind the kisses all that much, it hadn't been the first, and it wouldn't be the last. Once upon a time, the two of them had actually made out, but that was in the past, it meant nothing, and now it was just a forgotten memory.

 

“Why don't you love me? I don't get kisses,” Mark chimed out jokingly as Shane sat back down.

 

“Because,” Shane said, picking up a package of salt and sprinkling it on his food, “You're Asian,” He kidded. Mark scoffed at him, as a few giggles and chuckles came from the others at the table.

 

 

The day went by fast, training was easier than usual, especially for Jason who was excused from most of the activities due to injury, and everyone was getting along decently. Everyone but Tony, that is; he avoided Shane and Mark when they were with any one of the four new `friends', which was almost always. Shane felt bad, and he rather missed Tony, Jason was cool but he wasn't even a decent replacement, all together just not the best friend he knew. Too shy, too prude, too quiet, not that Shane didn't want him anymore, but he wasn't as good a friend, Shane felt, as he would have been a boyfriend. But if Tony was going to be an ass about the whole situation, he'd have to let it be.

 

“Uh-oh, here it goes,” Mark said, looking through the binoculars at Shane's tent from Tony's. “The little Clark boy is coming over to play, mhm,” Mark zoomed in further. Tony rolled his eyes and tried to lose himself in the book to escape from this horrid reality. That day had been hell, now Mark was going to narrate an entire sex scene. It became even more annoying when marked used girl-like voices to guess what they were talking about outside the tent.

 

“Oh, look how strong you are,” Mark said aloud in a high voice as Clark put a hand on Shane's shoulder, speaking, though too far away to be heard. “Oh yes, I know my love, I am a beast,” Mark used a lower voice for Shane. Tony grunted a bit and slouched against the wall, glancing at Mark every once and a while, hoping he would just shut up and leave them alone.

 

“Oh, you're so much harder than I am,” Mark used the higher voice again. “I know baby, you make me that way,” He switched back to the lower tone, playing Shane. “I have a confession to make…” He went back to the high voice, “…under all these close I'm just a flat—,” a book hit Mark in the back of the head and he jumped a bit, dropping the binoculars and rubbing the back of his head where it hit.

 

“Owe man, come on,” He said, Tony just rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets up to his chin, still sitting against the wall. “What's eating you anyway, you've been moping around like an idiot all day,” Mark asked, kicking the binoculars and sitting on one of the barrels. Tony sighed and turned his head away, letting his hair fall in front of his eyes.

 

“Oh, wait a minute, that's one for Trisha, Emo boy,” Mark grabbed his camera and snapped a quick picture of Tony in that position. So much for Mark caring about what was bothering him, he'd have better luck explaining it to a tree. He threw the blanket off himself and headed toward the exit of the tent, leaving without a word. Maybe a nice long walk around camp would calm his nerves. He glanced at Shane's tent as he stepped out, the lights were out, and the zipper was shut, but he knew they weren't sleeping. He wasn't ten yards from his tent when he heard footsteps approaching behind him, he didn't look, he knew it was Mark.

 

“Okay Tony, if you need to talk I'll listen, I'm not Shane, but maybe I can at least do something so you're not such a sore ass,” His words weren't very sympathetic, but his tone was. Perhaps it would be good for Tony to talk about something with him, maybe not the subject itself, but something similar.

 

“How did you react?” Tony began, looking at his feet. “When Shane broke you the news that he was gay,” He asked. Tony remembered his reaction, and he would've done anything to change it now, but it was too late.

 

“I laughed,” Mark shrugged. “Laughing is my thing, but seriously, it didn't make much difference to me, he's a cool guy,” Mark said. He expected at least a chuckle from Tony, something, anything, people always at least smiled at what he said. But Tony just continued the frown, staring at the ground in guilt.

 

“Why? What was yours,” Mark asked. Tony was hesitant, he didn't want Mark to think he was an asshole, back then he was, but he'd changed, Shane changed him.

 

“I…” He swallowed. “I just sat there for a long time, and then I punched him in the face,” Tony replied. “It wasn't because he was gay, I just… I was mad because he hadn't told me sooner. Then I flicked him off and walked straight out of his house. Guess I broke his heart too,” He spilled. Mark just walked along side him, looking at him for a long time.

 

“You?” He said with question in his voice. “You punched Shane because he's gay!” Mark burst into laughter. “And he didn't kick your ass? It's a god damn miracle!” Mark patted Tony on the back. It was very funny to him, Shane was very particular about what people said and did because of his sexuality, if it had been anyone else, he would've hospitalized them. Shane may have been as gay as they came as far as preference, but he was not someone to fuck with when it came to fighting. He'd made it to a black belt in Karate at a very young age, and he'd defend gay pride as if he were defending himself.

 

“So how'd you guys become friends again after that,” Mark asked, walking backwards beside Tony now as he spoke.

 

“I apologized, and said I didn't care,” Tony replied shortly.

 

“So, what's this got to do with why you're all bummed out?” Mark asked, shoving his fists in his jacket pockets. Tony was quiet for a long time, Mark could keep a secret, ironically, despite his loud mouth, he was respectful and trustworthy when he wanted to be. But this was something he wasn't sure he wanted anyone to know, wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it or even to think about it. After he said something tonight he wasn't sure he'd want the possibility of Mark bringing it up again, even in private.

 

“You know how Shane likes me… I mean, as he puts it, loves me?” Tony blurted it out, not certain how it would lead to what he wanted to say, but it would find its way. Mark nodded, suddenly becoming extremely interested in what Tony was saying.

 

“How much would you freak out if I were to say I liked him back?” Tony finished. He hadn't meant to say it so plainly, but it was to late to change what he'd said now, it was all up to Mark and his reply.

 

“Well, I'd burst out laughing, call you a fag with my finger in my face and probably get my ass kicked, why?” Mark smirked at him, as Tony couldn't hold back a smile.

 

“I don't know, I mean, I don't like him more than Trisha, but I've been around him so long, and he's been in love with me, I just can't help it I think. He's just so… hot,” The last word had come out much different then he had intended, and he expected nothing less than a chuckle from Mark, in fact more.

 

“Hot?” Mark tried to hold back laughter, and barely succeeded. “Dammit, I don't know about this one Tony, it's just too juicy,” He joked. “So this is real, no kidding? You really are like, bisexual?” Mark asked. Tony nodded for a moment, but changed his mind.

 

“Well, I guess I am, but Shane's the only one, I sure as hell don't like you if you get what I mean,” Tony chuckled. He was glad to get the whole idea off of his chest. He could trust Mark with it now, and it was even better to see that he was perfectly okay with it. The two talked about random subjects, almost immediately leading away from sexual preference. By midnight, the two were sitting on the hillside, laughing at silly unfunny occurrences and telling stories, acting as if they were drunk.

 

“So if you and Trisha were to break up, which of those obsessed chicks down there would you go for first, after all, they faint when you walk by,” Mark exaggerated randomly. Tony stopped to pause for a while, which gave Mark time to throw in what he was really trying to get to. “Or would you break the news to Shane, and take it up the ass instead,” He wore a wicked expression when he turned to Tony, and Tony looked beyond guilty when he turned his head. Mark was such a jerk, so the answer was yes, but he didn't want Mark to know he liked Shane that much, enough to screw him, easily, enough to date him, yes.

 

“We should get to bed, we won't make the wake up call if we don't,” Tony suggested. With that he stood up and walked toward the bottom of the hill. For some reason all he could think about was Shane, and the two nerds who'd stolen him away. He wanted to get all of it out of his head, and Mark was only making it worse.

 

 

It was the first day of sixth grade, and for the third time that month Tony was going to sleep over his best friend's house. It was nice that he'd found a friend so soon after moving in one year earlier; he'd expected the others to be shy about his arrival. But Tony had grown up with the right kind of parents and was quite mature for his age, in fact as a fifth grader he had the spontaneous, badass personality of a Junior in High School. Shane seemed to be the same way; everyone in class would see them both as the `bad kids', ever since he moved in. Their names were written on the board almost every day, as well as they were sent to the principal's office and had to sit on the steps everyday at recess. But life seemed good to both of them as long as they were together.

 

Things had changed in sixth grade though, all the things considered `bad' then, were now cool, to their advantage. Tony always got the girls, and Shane always got the laughs, they were two of a kind, best friends forever. The two were inseparable, when Shane went somewhere, Tony came with him, and when Tony went somewhere, Shane went with him. They were like brothers, everyone said, especially their parents.

 

This sleepover began like any other, they played video games, ate popcorn while watching R rated movies, and then they talked, mostly about school. They were both in on the conversation for the majority of subjects, except when it came to girls. Shane had nothing to talk about on as far as girls went, he'd never had a girlfriend, so Tony pretty much rambled on when it came to that, which he didn't mind so much.

 

“So I'm single now,” He said, after telling the story of how he broke up with his last girlfriend. Shane nodded, staring at the ceiling. They were both stretched out on Shane's bed, both not far from falling asleep.

 

“Don't you think we're a little young to have… to be dating?” Shane chimed out randomly, Tony just chuckled.

 

“We? Hell, man you've never even looked at a girl, we're in sixth grade, I think you're a little old not to have a girlfriend,” He joked. “God, I've had my first kiss, and everything, you haven't even told me who you like yet, you're too goddamn bashful,” He sat up and stared fiddling with a lose string on the comforter on Shane's bed.

 

“Can I tell you a secret?” Shane sat up as well, looking Tony straight in the eye. Tony tilted his head, sure he could, he'd better, and damn it, if this big secret isn't whom he's crushing on I'm going to scream. He nodded, looking curiously at Shane's very serious, very hopeful expression.

 

“I lost my virginity last night, I have had my first kiss, and a whole lot more…” Shane's voice trailed off, wondering what Tony would say, and knowing one thing would lead to another.

 

“What, you…?” Tony's jaw dropped. “You had sex?” He said plainly. “You had sex before me!” He now sounded jealous, but happy for his friend as he bounced up and down on the bed. “With who?” He smiled widely, his eyes lit up like a tiger's, he was cute when he was excited, like a toddler.

 

“Dunno, some guy,” Shane said quickly to get it over with. Tony was frozen in shock; his mouth hung open wider than it had been before. At first he was just surprised that Shane had done it with someone he didn't know, the first time was supposed to be special… but wait, did he say guy?

 

“Did you say…”

 

“Guy,” Shane finished, staring him down, almost like he was daring Tony to make something of it.

 

“What were you raped? Did he hurt you! We have to call…” Tony was just all together clueless of what his friend was trying to say, it was something he didn't want to believe after all.

 

“No, Tony, I'm gay!” Shane shouted, a little louder than he should have. “Get it? God, he picked me up on the street, I was ready, he was horny, so it just… bam!” Shane clapped his hands together; seeming extremely aggravated all of the sudden. He never had wanted to end up saying it so plainly, but Tony left him no other choice.

 

“You're shitting me,” Tony's eyes were wide and he felt himself scooting away sub-consciously, which bothered Shane all too much.

 

“No, I'm not shitting you,” Shane replied, wishing he had something, anything, that would calm his nerves. Tony was scared at first, he didn't know what to make of it, he'd known they were out there, and his parents had told him to respect them like normal people, but he was sitting in one's bed, he'd slept in the same bed with one, one who'd already taken it up the ass.

 

“Now you're telling me this,” Tony couldn't control himself; he jumped up from the bed and stomped right up into Shane's face. “I've known you all this time and…” He just wanted to leave. “Fuck you, man,” He punched Shane straight across the bottom jaw, and without guilt, without another word he headed out the door. Shane felt like crying though not because of the pain, and before five minutes passed, as he rubbed his jaw where the fist had made contact, he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

 

 

 

 

Tony woke up sweating, his hair completely soaked and his army clothes wet with his own body fluids. What a surprised that he would dream about that night, he was only lucky that it hadn't gone on longer to give him a reminder of what happened later that night, after the apology, after he came back to his friend's house.

 

Tony went out to the water pump, he was burning up and wanted to cool down before going back to sleep. The pump was located behind the main building, where General Wayne slept coming from the wall, the only source of water, and it was at least half a mile from his tent. He turned on the pump, leaned over and shut his eyes as the felt the cool water splash over his face and hair. He froze stiff when he heard footsteps beside him, followed by that soft, familiar voice, the last one he wanted to hear.

 

“Thirsty, are we?” Shane chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the brick wall. Tony looked up at him and smiled a bit in embarrassment.

 

“Had a bit of a nightmare, I got all sweaty,” He said. Shane took a few steps forward, his arms still crossed, keeping close to the wall and the shadows.

 

“Mmm, sexy,” Shane looked him up and down jokingly with a wicked smirk, Tony put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him, rolling his eyes and looking away so Shane didn't see him blush.

 

“So what's your excuse, I can't see it, but I can sure as hell smell it,” He replied, referring to Shane's sweat. In truth he didn't smell anything, but he needed a good way to find out if Shane would be willing to tell him what he and Clark had done in that tent.

 

“Hrm, well it sure wasn't a dream, I was with Clark,” Shane winked, hinting him, and of course Tony knew what he'd done, he did it all the time.

 

“…Such a whore…” he said more to himself than his shadow-covered friend.

 

“I am a whore,” Shane said proudly, turning his gaze to the stars with a long sigh.

 

“Yeah, you lost your innocence at age eleven, willingly, I'd call that a whore,” Tony replied. The dream had reminded him of a lot of things about Shane, and a lot of things that had happened before and after what he'd dreamt about.

 

“You remember that?” Shane said, seeming very satisfied in the fact that Tony still had knowledge of things that had happened that long ago.

 

“It's what I dreamed about…” Tony's voice trailed off, reluctant to tell Shane that, though he wasn't quite sure why.

 

“You dreamed about me having sex?” Shane chuckled. “I can see why you got sweaty,” He uncrossed his arms and leaned his head against the wall, he knew Tony couldn't see his face, but the starlight lit up Tony's face perfectly.

 

“No, it was about when you told me,” Tony justified. Shit, if he ever found himself dreaming about Shane and his sluttyness, he'd wake up wishing he were dead, more than sweaty. Or at least that's what he liked to tell himself, that he didn't care, or want, to see what was under Shane's clothes.

 

“Oh, that night eh?” Shane's voice was dark and sly, which sent a shiver down Tony's spine. Oh how he hoped Shane wouldn't bring up the other occurrences that happened. They'd both promised to forget about it, but that was a long time ago, and neither of them ever had. Tony had his head down, staring at the ground, waiting for something to break the silence, waiting for Shane to say something, but he said nothing. When Tony finally looked up he could now see Shane's face, his glowing eyes, the light from the stars and the moon hit him perfectly. Tony's breath hitched, their noses were hardly and inch apart, and he felt soft, gentle hands press his own hands against his sides.

 

Shane leaned in very slowly, hoping Tony would do some of the leaning, and he did, but he leaned back, away from Shane, so eventually, Shane just took him. He placed his hands on the back of Tony's head under his semi-long hair and brushed his lips against his friends, remembering exactly how it had happened that night. Tony let his mouth hang open in defeat, waiting for Shane to completely take him over, he wanted this. His eyes fell shut as he felt the warm, skilled, tongue flick against his own. Those silk-like hands glided up and down his arms and the fingers danced over his shoulders. He held back as long as he felt he could, but soon, after feeling the other's tongue explore every inch of his mouth, he somewhat took over, He bent Shane's head back and shoved his own tongue in roughly, taking a quick lick of his inner cheek before exiting.

 

“Didn't we say,” He wrapped his lips around Shane's bottom lip and began sucking on it delicately. “That this wouldn't happen?” He opened his eyes and let his tongue slip back inside his friend's mouth. Tony had the most talented mouth to ever embrace Shane's experienced lips; it was so gentle, yet so willing and satisfying, the mouth of a straight boy, for sure.

 

“The first time can't be the last,” Shane let out his dominance once more and pushed Tony against the wall. Their tongues fought against each other, each wanting to get inside the other's mouth but both couldn't be inside two mouths at the same time. So it rather became a battle, Shane's hands gripping Tony's shoulders, and Tony's holding onto Shane's elbows. Shane kept trying to push Tony's head back further so he could get inside, but Tony was trying to stand taller than him for the same purpose, finally the dominant over took. Shane grabbed a hand full of hair and practically ripped it out of Tony's scalp as he combed his fingers through it. Tony fell submissive and gave up, doing what he could when he could, which wasn't often. Shane did as he pleased as far as their mouths went, making sure he got a taste of every bit of what was probably only going to be available for that night.

 

Once he was satisfied enough, he let up, placing a quick kiss on Tony's pouting bottom lip before letting him move again. Still, Tony chose not to, he wanted that to happen, he was dying for it, which was the exact reason he didn't want it at all. He kept himself against the wall, cursing himself in his head, why did he let that happen?

 

“Two points for me,” Shane said, licking his lips and stepping casually backwards, his eyes still locked on his good friend. Tony blinked, watching Shane back away, having no idea what to say. He bit his bottom lip, still frozen in place as Shane finally turned around and headed back to his tent. Tony somewhat feared the fact eventually, sometime during the next day, Shane would bring it up. He didn't want to talk about it, as always, he wanted to forget, but he supposed that he couldn't just keep running from it. Either way, right now he just wanted to sleep, wishing it had all been part of his nightmare.