Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 11. Falling into place ( Chapter 11 )

Roy didn't like the smell of the place, in fact, he downright hated it, but today it seemed worse than ever. He let his eyes fall shut and his mouth hang open as his half-naked hips swung around, dancing in his own world. It seemed that when he was in this state, zoned out from the horror around him, he did best. Paper money and coins were flipped onto the stage, hungry hands reached over and under the railings urging him to come closer so they could touch.

 

He'd drunk too much already, hanging out with his gay slut buddies in the back, at least this was his last dance. He knew he was hot, and he liked to flaunt himself, but then why did he hate this job so much? And if he hated it, why was he still working at a strip club? He opened his eyes for a moment, spotting a twenty-dollar bill at his feet; hm, that's why. He smiled, realizing the song was almost over, planning out a big finish in his head, hoping perhaps to get a hundred or at least a fifty. He ran his hands over his sweat-covered body, the tips of his fingers just barely missing his cock, causing a chorus of needy moans to chime out around him. At the last note of the song he bucked his hips forward and leaned back on one hand, the other spread into the air, and he froze in that position.

 

“Roy,” He heard a familiar voice as soon as he stepped off stage, a voice that he didn't want to hear. He chose to walk in the opposite direction of which it came. “Wait, Roy, I just want to give you your money this time, no funny business,” Jimmy said, following after him. Roy was afraid to turn around, knowing Jimmy was probably wearing the same thing he was, all but nothing. But he gave in; after all it wasn't like he'd never seen another guy before, as much as he hated to admit it. “When are you gonna get another job, kid, you look horrible,” Jimmy handed him the check.

 

“Hm,” Roy chuckled, taking the check and turning back to get to the locker room. “I'm a drop out, Jim, this is all I can get,” He said. “And since when do you care, I thought you liked watching my fat ass shake around in your face,” He mumbled, pulling a pair of baggy, black jeans from the top shelf in his locker.

 

“You know those don't compliment your shape at all,” Jimmy watched him pull the pants on over his thong. “Ever considered a pair of leathers?” He suggested. Roy simply rolled his eyes and pulled a fitted T-shirt out of his locket.

 

“Don't get me wrong, I still think you're red hot, but you look so depressed after most dances,” Jimmy shrugged, taking a few steps closer. “How are things going with that girl, what's her face? Still lying about your job?” He asked. Roy took a long pause, pulling his shirt over his head he simply stared into the mirror, hating what he saw.

 

“Patricia,” He replied finally. “I don't know… last night some guy just walked into her room on us, and then ran out. She told me he was an old friend,” He shoved the check in his pocket.

 

“Ex boyfriend,” Jimmy said, sounding quite certain.

 

“You think?” Roy asked.

 

“Definitely, guys don't just walk in on a couple and run off. Probably didn't know he was and Ex until he saw you too either,” Jimmy nodded. “She was always a fishy character, I wouldn't advise keeping her around too much longer,” He said.

 

“I guess so, she did seem too good to be true. Could you take me home? Marsh is supposed to come by, but if I don't ride with him I don't have to pay him,” He asked. Jimmy didn't even have a second thought; all it did was give him more time to stare.

 

“Sure, I'll tell Nick to take over for tonight,” And he walked away.

 

A few moments later a young woman came down the stairs wearing and frown and tossed a plastic bag full of the coins that were thrown at him at Roy's feet. She said nothing, just turned back around and walked away. Roy sighed and dumped the money into a jar in the bottom of his locker before shutting it and closing the lock.

 

“I might just steal that little piggy bank some day,” Jimmy stared. If there was one thing he loved more than male anatomy, it was money.

 

“Same day you die,” Roy mumbled and walked past him, heading outside. Jimmy stood staring at him for a bit, he was still amazing even with those disgusting baggy pants.

 

“Hey,” Jimmy broke the silence, sitting in the car half way from the bar to Roy's house. “I met this guy, Gilroy, he might be able to help you out as far as a job,” He began.

 

“Randy Gilroy?” Roy looked up at him from his book; Jimmy nodded. “I read about him in the news paper, shot his brothers eye out with a BB gun?” He asked. Jimmy nodded once more.

 

“Two of `em still best friends too. Anyway, I told him how good you were with Cons, and he's offering a room, free food, and some personal cash for you to come help him out. It's a mob kind of thing, but it's a good deal wouldn't you say? Get you out of that place back there,” Jimmy suggested.

 

“I'll think about it,” Roy replied. “It is a good deal I guess,” He shrugged and then looked down at his book again. He would have taken pretty much anything to get him out of that piece of shit gay strip club, even a gang.

 

Shane woke up alone, his lower half drenched in his own semen, at least he was under a blanket. He cursed as the sunlight blazed his eyes and through the covers over his head again. Natalie must've assumed what had happened if she'd seen him there. She was quite aware that her brother wasn't exactly a virgin. Hopefully Tony had been the one to cover him with the blanket before she saw him naked lying on the couch, that would have been downright wrong, and embarrassing. Tony; it was just like him to leave him alone with nothing but a memory and a sore ass.

 

“All right Shane,” Natalie's voice annoyed him as the pillow was removed from under his head. “I don't care if he shoved an oak tree up your ass, you have to get up, get dressed, and spray the couch. I have some friends coming over in a few hours,” She ordered. “And next time try your own room,” She added. She started cleaning up the plastic plates and napkins from the night before, knowingly picking up a condom wrapper along the way. She looked back at Shane, expecting him to still be lying there with the blanket over his head, but he was up. Sitting with the lower half of his body hidden under blanket, rubbing his eyes.

 

“Sorry, Nat,” He stretched. “Got a little carried away, I guess,” He asked, lifting the blanket and looking down at the white sticky crust that had formed over his abdomen.

 

“Don't apologize, Tony explained the whole thing to me before he left this morning,” She replied.

 

“Really? Did he say where he went?” Shane asked, picking his pants up off the ground.

 

“He says he went to drop by his dad's. He asked me to tell you to call him,” She replied. Shane pulled his black pants on under the blanket over his waist, leaving the shirt off and on the floor.

 

“Cool,” He replied. He threw through the blanket off him and headed into the kitchen where Natalie was already, cooking something in a pot on the stove.

 

“Smells good,” He said, grabbing his cell phone off the counter. “Can I have some?” He clicked Tony's picture, which was listed as the top in his top five.

 

“After you clean up your mess and take a shower,” Natalie replied.

 

“Okay, mom,” Shane chuckled, putting the phone to his ear as it rang. Natalie rolled her eyes and through a ketchup packet at the back of his head from the bowl beside the sink. Shane looked back at her raising an eyebrow and kicking the packet, which now lie on the floor, over to her feet. He then headed into the next room, waiting for Tony to pick up.

 

 

“Gimme my phone you shit faggot!” Tony growled, reaching around Derek's shoulders at the cell phone, which continued to ring. Derek easily kept him restrained with one hand, opening the flip-phone with another.

 

“Shane? Who's this, your girlfriend?” He chuckled, enjoying the sound of Tony's anguish, as angry fists were pound into his chest and shoulder. He could hold Tony off as if he were a teenage girl.

 

“Give him the phone, Derek, just to shut him up, eh?” Marty suggested, trying to hear the television over all the noise the two idiots were making. Derek let down his guard and immediately the phone was snatched from his hand. Tony put a few seconds into calming his nerves before answering the call, just so things didn't seem fishy.

 

“Hey, Shane?” He said coolly, leaving the room.

 

“Yeah, Hi, at your dad's?” Shane replied, heading into the bathroom to start getting ready for a shower. Tony looked back into the room where Marty and Derek had started fighting over which channel they wanted to watch. Marty was watching a movie, and Derek apparently wanted to see some daredevil show with cars flying through the air. Derek was such an ass control freak over every thing, never could just mind his own fucking business.

 

“Yeah,” Tony replied. “Sorry I wasn't there when you got up, he called early this morning, apparently he found out I'd come home, I didn't want to wake you up,” Tony headed up the stairs as he spoke. He wanted to get away from anyone else in the house, after all he was supposed to be only with his dad.

 

“It's fine,” Shane replied. “So now that you and Trish are done are you going to stay over his place?” He asked.

 

“Well,” Tony paused. “I was hoping to spend a few nights with you here and there,” Tony cringed, hoping Shane wouldn't get the wrong impression of that. He was being careful to avoid the subject of what they'd done the night before, though he didn't know why, he didn't want to talk about it over the phone.

 

“Of course,” Shane replied. “You're welcome here anytime you want man, I'm not stopping you,” He said. Shane was a little nervous that Tony seemed to be acting like nothing had happened. What if I was no good? He kept thinking Tony was mad at him or something, he didn't sound mad, but Tony never did.

 

“Cool,” He said. “Oh, by the way, David called your cell, Jason's uncle, you know? I left his number on your call list, he says he wants to discuss the whole get together with you,” He said. “I'll be back over there tonight, all right? Dad won't mind me sleeping with…” Tony's breath hitched. “Spending the night again…” Dammit, what had made him say something like that?

 

“Okay,” Shane shrugged, noticing clearly that Tony had caught himself to avoid the subject, he'd hated it, what they'd done, he must have. “Well, I'm glad you're still coming,” He said glumly. “Bye,” He didn't wait for a reply, just hung up and tossed the phone on to his towel, which was sitting on the toilet.

 

“I guess pussy owns ass,” He sighed. He dropped his pants and stepped into the shower. He'd just have to forget about it, but he was getting sick of having to forget the best parts of his life.

 

 

Tony was confused by Shane's manner, had he done something wrong? He sighed and put the phone on the nearest flat surface, which happened to be a desk. Perhaps he'd bring it up later in person, he didn't like discussing issues over the phone, it made him feel like a pussy.

 

“Love issues?” Derek leaned against the wall and crossed one leg over the other, biting his lower lip.

 

“I was talking to a guy, stupid,” Tony scoffed and jerked past him.

 

“Oh,” Derek leaned back against the wall. “You slept with this guy?” He smirked. Tony froze in his tracks and whipped around with a frightened and angry glare.

 

“How did you know that!” He growled.

 

“I didn't,” Derek shrugged, wearing a wicked grin. “But now I do,” He pushed off the wall and started toward Tony. “You do know how attractive you've gotten, don't you?” He looked Tony up and down. Tony rolled his eyes, Derek was nothing but a bitch asshole with hot body, he knew this meant his little secret was out, but it was about time anyway.

 

“Go away,”

 

“Make me,”

 

“What you're going to rape me now just because you have this new found information,” Tony groaned sarcastically and turned to continue down the stairs, maybe it was in his interest to go straight to Shane's instead of waiting around.

 

“I just might,” Derek had Tony by the wrist and back at the top of the stairs in an instant. “Come on, there's tons of girls out there that would give up everything they own for an opportunity like this,” He slowly moved forward pinning Tony against the wall in a way that Tony was barely aware of what he was doing.

 

“If you're not aware of it yet, I'm very much a guy,” Tony scowled. “And it's only because those stupid girls don't know what you are, now fuck off,” Tony pushed him away. He knew Derek was a pervert no matter which sex he was dealing with, but he'd never thought of him to take a ride without the horse's permission.

 

“You really don't find me attractive at all?” Derek ran a finger along Tony's collarbone.

 

“Ew, no, you're a guy,” Like much of what he'd been saying lately, that had come out much differently than he had thought it over in his head.

 

“So, is this Shane guy a woman?” Derek joked. Dammit, if only Shane had heard that, not only would it have ended any crushes he still had on the man, it would end Derek's life as well.

 

“No, but he's not an asshole either. It's not like I took it up the ass, I'm straight, straight guys fuck each other, it's called pleasure,” Tony defended.

 

“It's called homosexuality or bisexuality if you will,” Derek backed down, all he really wanted to know was if Tony had a thing for this guy or not, apparently he didn't.

 

“So he's just a friend you decided you wanted to get a good fucking out of?” Derek questioned as Tony headed down the stairs. “I mean don't get me wrong, I like sticking my dick into every hole I see, too,” He shrugged. Tony stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned around, not at all liking what he had heard.

 

“Hey, he's the fag, and he started it,” Tony growled. After all it was true, wasn't it. Well, technically Shane had just given him a sexy look that said “I want you to ass fuck me” and then Tony had taken it from there.

 

“Did he?” Derek questioned. But that counted as starting it , didn't it? What if he only did it for me? So that Tony could get complete pleasure from his body, maybe Shane hadn't wanted to. Tony brushed the thought away, it was in the past and Derek was probably just fucking with his head. Apparently he still hadn't grown up after five years, and neither had Marty.

 

“I was talking to Lily earlier, she wants to leave next week…” Tom was stuttering, standing in the doorway as Marty put the dishes into the dishwasher. “and I agreed with her, so…”

 

“Whatever,” Marty cut him off without so much as a single glance. “Don't act all sorry, it's not like I'm in love with you,” He shrugged, forcing a humorous, yet fake smile. “You know I prefer women,” He winked, this time looking up at him. Tom was surprised, he actually had expected Marty to be disappointed, after all they had been friends since high school. That being said he must have forgotten who he was dealing with, the man who hardly ever had time for feelings.

 

“Well all right then,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess that's that. I gotta go back to work now, need anything I can pick up on the way home?” He picked his keys off of the hook and dropped them into his jacket pocket. Now it was his disappointment, he actually really wanted to be missed, but once again, this was Marty.

 

“Not that I can think of,” Marty replied, seemingly uninterested in the question altogether.

 

“Okay, I'm off, see-ya,” Tom waved and then headed toward the exit, leaving through the garage. Marty slammed the dishwasher shut, only half finished with his job as soon as he heard the side door close.

 

“Fuck it,” He mumbled, trudging up the stairs. Marty Kraws was in most cases only a normal person when he knew no one was looking.

 

“You look like you need a good lay,” Derek crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Marty scowled at him, he was always popping up out of nowhere.

 

“Who me?” Marty grunted, kicking his room door open. He had a right to look bummed, his whole life was in the process of swirling down the toilet, and Derek was most likely next to go.

 

“No, actually I was talking to the wall, but thanks for acknowledging my statement,” Derek walked in after him, kicking the door shut as he did.

 

“Why don't you go hump the wall then?” Marty sat down on the corner of his bed, opening a bottle of water that had been sitting on his nightstand.

 

“Because,” Derek smirked and locked the door without taking his eyes off Marty's, “I have better things to hump,” He stood over Marty, knowing that with a good amount of effort he could be stronger than his current ideal plaything.

 

“I thought you hated my guts now-a-days?” Marty said only to start the small talk. He put his water on the floor beside his bed, having the feeling he was about to be wrestled into a kiss. It had been a while since Derek had offered to shove his dick up his ass, but it was surely not the first time, and wouldn't be the last.

 

“Maybe,” Derek leaned over him, as Marty leaned back onto his elbows, giving his current partner a quick look over before moving back to his eyes. “But I love your body,” He shoved his tongue into Marty's parted lips, pushing him back onto the bed, grinding his hips against the other's. Marty submitted, he could be dominant when he wanted to, but right now he would have rather just had his brains fucked out.

 

 

Shane studied himself in the mirror, he sincerely looked exactly like the slutty whore he was and had to be for that day. He smirked at thought, almost having the urge to wink at himself. He looked so different, which made him feel different too, made him feel powerful for some reason. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants that went all the way up, a black, fitted sleeveless shirt, and bracelets all the way up his arms. Dammit, he looked gothic, or emo if you will, and for some reason, he was loving it. He'd picked up the information from his dear sister that Derek Satchel was still around and still did the same stunts year after year, and Shane was happy with it.

 

He always dressed like a slut when he went to see that man, hoping to catch his eyes. He felt a bit ashamed, and even rather stupid thinking over the plot, but he wanted to look as accessible as possible. Unsure of where the thought had come from, he began to wonder what Jason would think seeing him like this, or how much drool Clark would lose. Oh yeah, he was arrogant. He'd already called back David, who was completely cool with picking up the three of them and driving them over. He seemed like a really decent guy, if only his own relatives had been that laid back.

 

“Oh my god,” Natalie wanted to throw up as Shane came down the stairs. Her friends, however, had their mouths hanging open and eyes wide, Shane couldn't tell if that was good or bad. “I'm assuming you're going to go see Mr. Motorcycle show off,” Natalie asked. Shane nodded and headed into the kitchen.

 

“Hey, why don't you work on your insults while I'm gone, eh?” He joked, grabbing an apple and walking back into the living room.

“What are you wearing, are you gay?” One of the girls looked disgusted, ironically the only one Shane had never met before. Natalie's eyes fell shut in embarrassment, and the other two giggled behind their hands. Shane simply smirked and walked up to her, sticking out a hand.

 

“Shane,” He said shortly. The girl gave him a look that let him know clearly that she was freaked out.

“Marissa,” She seemed to be refusing to shake his hand, backing away as well.

 

“Don't wreck the house,” Shane patted Natalie's shoulder, taking a bite out of the green apple as he headed for the front door.

 

“I've been alone for the last five years,” Natalie rolled her eyes. “I think I can deal with a half hour,” She grumbled.

 

“Could be longer if I get lucky,” Shane winked at Marissa, who was still staring at him. Realizing she was Marissa blinked and moved her eyes to the ground in front of her. Natalite rolled her eyes as, one of the others almost burst out laughing.

 

“He's not your type, Rissa,” She said. “But I know what you're looking at, very nice,” She laughed.

 

“What? Do you want to live through tonight? Smartass.” Marissa took a bite of pizza and sat back in her seat, trying to ignore all three of her friends. Natalie was almost blushing, Shane had been gone so long she'd forgotten how much he embarrassed her.

 

 

A/N- A little short and quite a bit overdue, but I was having trouble with this chapter, it jumps around a lot trying to give more of an introduction to the many new characters. Most of the next chapter will focus on Derek, Tony, and Shane and their little `problems.' And the next will go to Shane and Jason etc. And after then I'll bring them all together so that the jumping around stops.