Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 12. The Real Tony Reynolds ( Chapter 12 )

It wasn't too hot out that day luckily; the tight leather pants may have sweated him dry if the thermometer's line would have landed five notches higher. Shane carried out his original tradition by walking down to the school's parking lot instead of driving, people just didn't do enough walking anymore. Shane was rather an exception to a family line of obesity, Natalie wasn't fat thanks to him, but she wasn't as healthy as she could have been. Their parents and grandparents had both been quite large, something Shane was downright not okay being. So all his life he'd watched his exercise, diet and what he ate to keep his input and output levels steady. It had paid off too, judging by hour many times he had been voluntarily laid by a complete stranger.

 

Shane had lost his usual reputation as a whore in the war, but had good idea that it wouldn't be gone for long now that he was back to sweet Cleveland. He used to get a lay twice a week, he'd grown up a bit over the years, but he was still a slut between his legs. Today was more important than any other day; it was going to be the first time in five years that he'd seen the Motorcycle Man show off. Derek was not only his heartthrob but in some cases his idol, he'd even bought a motorcycle that was currently rotting in the garage.

 

“Hey,” He heard a familiar voice from behind him as the motor of a car slowed. “Damn it Shane, I thought sure as hell I'd find you somewhere along this route,” Mark chuckled. “You look like a fucking stripper, you need a ride? You might get swarmed by perverted flirty women wearing that,” He offered. As much as Shane didn't like the sound of a bunch of strange girls crowding around him, he took it as exaggeration and nodded.

 

“No thanks, I'd rather walk, I'm used to it,” Shane replied. “Why are you going to the lot anyway, I know of your obsessions with female anatomy,” Shane questioned as Mark drove along with the car slowly beside him as he walked. The scene made it look like Mark was a pervert himself trying to urge the little whore boy into his car.

 

“You know how many girls show up at this thing everyday, don't you? How `bout Tony, seen him since the plane?” Mark asked.

 

“Oh yeah,” Shane smirked. “I saw a lot of him yesterday, he spent the night,” He chuckled. Mark wrinkled his nose in realization of what Shane was hinting.

 

“You fucking faggot,” He laughed. Shane shot him a glare and quickened his pace, he was a faggot, but he didn't like the word much just the same. “After all that talk about him refusing to cheat on Trish he finally gave into you?” Mark was annoyed, as soon as he thought he knew what was going on with those two, the situation changed.

 

“Trisha is a bitch, apparently he came home and she was with another guy, some ugly blond as Tony put it,” Shane's voice lowered. “I let him have me to cheer him up, you know how I hate being on the bottom. I don't think he enjoyed me so much though…” He trailed off, noticing that he was mumbling to himself.

 

“Well that sucks,” Mark said, trying to honestly sound like he cared more than he really did. “I'll see you at the high school then, 10 minutes `til Derek shows up,” Mark rolled up his window and drove away. Shane was left staring at the ground, lost in his thoughts for the rest of the walk.

 

 

 

“Shane!” He knew that voice, the loud, crazy voice of his one good female friend. He felt two feminine arms wrap around his neck and a pair of merciless teeth chomped down on his ear. “You son of a bitch, look how sexy you got, dude!” Shane cringed when the teeth sunk into his ear, she was so abusive to him, at least she hadn't broken the skin.

 

“Thanks?” Shane picked up her legs so that she was completely elevated from the ground. “So how've you been, Carly?” He smiled back at her.

 

“Can't complain, my friends and me are gonna chase you around while we're waiting for you know who,” She kissed his cheek and jumped down.

 

“What!” He asked in alarm, whipping around as she jogged away.

 

“They're fangirls, Shane,” She called to him with a sly smile. She headed over to a group of four women about her own age, all different shapes and sizes.

 

“Oh come on, have mercy!” Shane yelled back to her. She giggled and tossed an evil smile back at him. He didn't like most girls like that, they always ended up asking him too many personal questions, it made him uncomfortable. Even whores had their private lives.

 

He made his way into the crowd, thinking maybe if he got lost in the group so they wouldn't find him. But wearing what he was he was sure to stand out no matter how low he ducked.

 

The sound of a motorcycle's engine on the other side of the school alerted all ears, a few girls pushed their way to the front, knowing Derek almost always took someone for a ride with him. Shane stayed put as usual, just waiting and watching. Around the corner of the high school came a black Motorcycle with neon green streaks across the sides. Shane was surprised, Derek almost always used to have a red motorcycle with black fire, and apparently that one had finally died off. Derek road in near the crowd, waving with an arrogant smile, his jacket open, showing off his bare chest. He stopped by the edge of the crowd and scanned his audience, looking for someone who looked like a good lay. He didn't make it obvious that he was looking and jumped off the bike as he did.

 

“Hey kiddies,” He smirked as three girls ran straight to him, one of them holding a large poster. Shane rolled his eyes hypocritically, he was a celebrity but even he didn't think the guy was worth an autograph.

 

“Gotcha!” Carly pounced on his back, taking him down in the crowd, immediately creating commotion among the rest of the people. Shane wasn't complete aware of what had just happened, he simply found himself lying on the ground with a skinny teenage girl stretched over him.

 

“Hm,” She said, sitting up a little. “Not one of my favorite positions, but if it suits you I'm okay. Long as you take my clothes off with your…”

 

“Get the fuck off!” Shane growled. Carly jumped at the loud voice and scrambled to her feet.

 

“That's about the fourth sentence I've heard from you in five years, how nice, Jesus, Shane,” She kicked his ribs lightly. Shane rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet. He froze at the site of a very thick, very tan, very bare torso seen through a leather jacket.

 

“Shane, eh?” Derek crossed his arms as Shane forced his eyes to meet the other. “This wouldn't be Shane… uh… fulkner was it?” Derek shrugged.

 

“Fulmer,” Shane breathed finally, after holding his breath for the last ten seconds. “How did you know?” He stuttered a bit. He swallowed; even around Derek Satchel this whole star struck thing was not him.

 

“I uh… lucky guess,” He stepped forward and put and arm around Shane's shoulder. He'd seen the name on Tony's cell phone earlier that day. Oh what a scene it would be to bring home the same guy Tony had been fucking the night before. Carly's jaw was hanging open with a giant smile, one day back in the states and Shane had already achieved his highest laid goal, meeting Derek Satchel.

 

“Next is fucking him,” She whispered happily to herself and skipped away, thinking dirty thoughts about the whole subject.

 

“I just got back from the army,” Shane shrugged after Derek had asked him how long he'd been living in Cleveland. “But most of the good part of my life I've been here,” He got a chill as Derek stopped, turning him around to look him in the eye.

 

“Cool,” He ran a finger along Shane's collarbone, rather uninterested in what he was saying. “So anyway, wanna take a ride back to my place and… well, you want to take a ride?” Derek slowed himself down, this may have been only a joke, but fucking the brains out of this kid wouldn't be a bad thing either way. He wasn't ugly, and he didn't think he'd ever stuck his dick up an ass like this guy's, he began to understand Tony's little one night fuck.

 

“Hell yes…” Shane's breath hitched. “I mean… yeah,” He nodded with a shrug. The rest of the crowd was in their everyday discouragement as Derek had chosen someone other than each of them to take back to wherever he took them.

 

“Good,” Derek winked as he climbed onto the cycle. “Just wrap your arms around my…”

 

“Shane! You fucking son of a bitch whore, is that you!” Mark screamed from a distance about a half of a mile away. Shane jumped onto the motorcycle behind Derek without even a glance; nothing was about to ruin this chance.

 

“…Waist and hold on tight,” Derek finished. Shane nodded and practically hugged him from behind. Derek smiled widely feeling the slut boy cling to him with his feet held in the exact correct spots. He started up the cycle, raising a hand to wave to everyone as he left the lot in the dust.

 

“Hey I'm talking to you!” Mark yelled. Shane laughed, looking back and flicking him off, followed by a teasing wave, this must have been some sort of fucked up dream.

 

“Bah! Go then!” Mark growled climbing back into his car and slamming the door.

 

 

 

 

Randy was bored, as usual. He hadn't gotten a call from any possible clients in the past two weeks and basically, if he didn't have someone to kill, his life was meaningless. He was running a bit low on money too, if he didn't get a job soon, he'd have to make up his own. He didn't dare tell Marty that he was near broke. Marty's gang was almost always having money troubles, and Randy's own was usually well off. But people just weren't in need of assassins anymore, it seemed they were at the same level. Randy got his money killing people, working for it, Marty got his with cons and robberies, things he really wasn't cut out to be doing. Randy, however enjoyed nothing more than taking lives, and knowing he was getting paid just made it all the better.

 

“Hey kid, make yourself useful, go up and buy me a beer,” Randy tossed a five dollar bill on his slave's lap as he continued into the kitchen. Nathan didn't consider himself a slave; after all he would have been dead without this guy that had taken him off the street after his father's death. Paine however, who sat in the kitchen reading a newspaper with his one good eye, hated the way Randy treated him.

 

“I wish you wouldn't treat him like he's a fuckin' servant boy,” He mumbled under his breath, knowing it was about the tenth time he'd said that or something similar.

 

“I don't mind,” There was a small, shy voice from the doorway, which caught both men's attention. “Sorry,” Nathan looked down at his feet. “I was just wondering Randy, what kind you wanted,” He asked.

 

“Hm,” Randy smirked and gave the fifteen-year-old boy a pat on the shoulder. “Get me a six pack would you, the five should just about cover it,” He nodded and gave the kid a kiss on his head. Nathan bit his lip as Randy turned around back to the sink; he loved when Randy did that.

 

It was only natural that Nathan liked men, he was terribly afraid of women due to the fact that every one in his life had hurt him in some way. His mother used to call him anything but his name, things such as `rodent' and `wench' and `slut.' He didn't know what a wench was, but he knew it couldn't have been good. Her relationship with him was not an average mother son relation ship, she was always touching him, and rarely let him dress himself. She would violate him and if he did anything to protest, she would hurt him. His sister wasn't quite as bad, but she seemed to enjoy kicking the living daylights out of him. His father was hardly ever home, but when he was, he was at least a father. After his sister died, and his dad picked up the same illness that took her, his mother left with all the family's money. He and his dad were sent out on the streets and that's where Randy found him. He wasn't afraid of woman, but he didn't have any patience for them.

 

“All right,” He said silently and turned to leave.

 

“You really expect him to carry that six pack two blocks?” Paine rolled his eyes, tossing the newspaper onto the table.

 

“He's a strong kid, he can handle it,” Randy shrugged.

 

“He's skinnier than your average female super model, come on,” Paine rolled his eyes. Randy chuckled and turned back toward the sink to wash the apple he'd taken off the counter. Nathan was skinny, he was getting bigger but he was so scrawny a five year old could have given him a piggyback ride.

 

“Stop bothering me about that kid. I feed him, buy him clothes, gave him his own room. Next time you bring up the subject of involuntary service I'll shoot your other eye out,” Randy pointed a knife at him carelessly before cutting into the apple. Paine rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching and leaving the room.

 

“Jimmy's in desperate love with that kid's ass, he's never said it but he just doesn't stop staring. Prob'ly just wants too give him a good butt humping,” Randy bit into a slice of the apple. Paine rolled his eyes, he didn't like listening to conversations that involved anything sexual, he just wasn't that kind of person. He didn't know whether he was gay, straight, or bisexual, and didn't care; he planned to stay single and a virgin all his life.

 

“You really need to get yourself a girl,” Randy shouted as Paine walked toward the stairs. He ignored the remark and trudged up, he most certainly did not need a girl. Randy was his brother and the only person he'd ever loved, he didn't want to lose that, but Randy was exactly the lovable type.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he stepped into the house that he'd been brought to. He looked around, moving slowly with Derek standing behind him, he saw no one, but he heard voices. Derek was looking down, almost panting over the fact that his hardening cock was barely an inch away from the leather pants. He wanted so badly to just start rubbing himself against that tight, round ass, but it just wasn't in his blood to seem desperate. But he wasn't about to wait either.

 

Once they were inside and the door fell shut, Derek laid a hand on Shane's shoulder and started rubbing. Shane smiled and let his eyes fall shut as Derek leaned forward and brushed his lips ever so slightly across the back of the boy's neck.

 

“So, Mr. Fulmer,” Derek whispered deeply. “What would you like to do today?” He put a hand on Shane's waist and nuzzled his neck, followed by three soft kisses. Shane kept his eyes shut and leaned back against the other's touch, placing his own hand on Derek's.

 

“Derek, didn't Marty tell you not to bring your fuck toys---,” Tony froze looking up from the magazine that he held in his hand. He was dumb struck and stiff as Shane's eyes opened, Tony knew he was busted.

 

“Uh… okay then,” Tony swallowed and moved his eyes to the floor beside him.

 

“Oops,” Derek smirked, removing his hands from Shane. He wanted a fuck, but he wanted to mess things up between these two as best he could even more.

 

“Tony,” Shane's narrowed. “What in fucking hell are you doing here?” He apparently wasn't too happy.

 

“Well hello to you too,” Tony stepped backward a few steps.

“C'mon Tonyboy, answer the guy's question,” Derek winked and wrapped his arms around Shane, resting his head on his shoulder. Tony clenched a fist; this was never supposed to happen.

 

“You fuck up, you did this on—,”

 

“Wait a minute!” Shane cut Tony off. “You two know each other!” He scowled. “When the hell did this happen?” His words were directed at Tony, and he was quite enjoying the muscular arms around him in the back of his mind.

 

“Oh let's see,” Derek paused. “How long has it been Tony buddy, six years?” He shrugged. Tony's jaw dropped but nothing came out. Dream or not this was turning out to be one hell of a fucked up day.

 

“Six years,” Shane seemed incredulous. “Six fucking years Reynolds and you never once told me you knew the guy I'd been chasing half my life,” Shane broke free from Derek's hold, not caring about what he was saying anymore. Tony looked away, he really hated when Shane, or anyone used his last name, especially Shane.

 

“You never asked,” He shrugged.

 

“Yeah well I didn't think you'd be that much of an ass to wait until I did,” Shane was flabbergasted, he thought Tony was someone he could trust.

 

“Well I'm sorry,” Tony raised his voice. “But god damn it, if it wasn't because we're not supposed to know each other at all, it's because I don't want you anywhere near him. He's a freakin' ass, rats make him scream and he can't even bring himself to slit a guy's throat,” Tony was shouting.

 

“Oh and you can?” Shane scoffed.

 

“I can and I have!” Tony stopped himself too late; Shane wasn't supposed to know that, of all the things, he wasn't supposed to know that Tony Reynolds was considerably a murderer.

 

“You know,” Shane spat. “I'm not surprised,” Tony always had been quite secretive. “And I guess this dad of yours doesn't exist,” He looked away; he couldn't look at Tony anymore.

 

“Look, I'm sorry Shane, but if I'd told anyone about any of this Marty would have killed both of us. In fact if you don't get out of here quick he'll kill all three of us,” Tony stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. “Just trust me okay? I'd never hurt anyone if I didn't have to, and I don't want to see you get hurt. Marty's in a hell of a fucked up bad mood and he's not gonna be happy about any of this if he finds out,” Tony looked at Derek. “And you'll be the first to get you're fucking heart cut out,” He squinted.

 

“So this is you?” Shane shrugged.

 

“This is me,” Tony sighed. As George Costanza would put it, his two worlds had just collided, and now everything was about to explode.

 

“Well anyway, I guess I better get going so I don't get my heart cut out. I'll deal with it, I think I always knew anyway,” Shane turned to leave, giving Derek a sneer.

 

“Wait, so we're cool then?” Now Tony was surprised. Had Shane even caught the bit about Tony slitting a man's throat?

 

“Yeah. Are you still coming over later?” Shane asked, walking backwards.

 

“I'll come over now!” Tony replied, clueless but happy he followed behind. Derek was pissed, after all that he didn't get to mess up their friendship and he didn't even get fucked.

 

Shane wore a half-hearted smile after Tony replied and turned around. Unfortunately he turned right into a pair of green, curious eyes. His jaw dropped for a moment, and it seemed the other man was a little startled as well. Something about the man's face just pointed to trouble, and something told Shane immediately:

 

“Marty,” He swallowed. Tony put a hand on his face, that was it, they were all dead.

 

“Yes,” Marty replied with a raised eyebrow. “And you are?” He asked.

 

“Shane Fulmer,” Shane thought fast. “I was just looking for you but Mr. Satchel told me you weren't here. I've been pondering setting myself up in one of these…” He paused.

 

“Mobs?” Marty questioned.

 

“Mobs,” Shane replied. “And I figured I'd come here first,” He grabbed Marty's hand immediately and shook it, he was a bit terrified inside, but it had been the first thing that came to mind. Tony had a small look of hope come over him; this might have been stupid enough to save their asses.

 

“Really?” Marty pulled his hand away. “Uh, well, thank you. I'm busy right now, but I guess we can talk later?” He rather pushed himself around Shane and tried to get into the house more. When he realized the guy wasn't leaving he opened his mouth again. “What position exactly did you have in mind?” He didn't even know what he was asking, and neither did Tony or Derek; there were no positions they'd ever heard of.

“Anything I can get,” Shane stuttered as he was backed away from.

 

“Good, good, come back later and we'll work things out,” Marty sped into the next room, having absolutely no idea why that man had scared him so much.

 

“What did I just do?” Shane ran a hand through his hair and fell against the wall.

 

“Well,” Tony patted his shoulder. “You just joined a mob buddy, and saved all three of our asses in the process,” He couldn't hold back a smile. Shane smiled as well, he didn't know why, but something about getting away with that five second lie made him feel good.

 

“Psh, he'll be dead in a week,” Derek mumbled and continued down the hallway. Shane and Tony both watched him go, they were still a bit stunned after what just happened. Marty wasn't someone to fuck with, and wasn't very gullible either, Tony almost still couldn't believe that had actually worked.

 

“So, I don't exactly have a ride home here, up to walking,” Shane shrugged, deciding to change the subject.

 

“You know I do,” Tony chuckled. “But I have a car here, well, we do, and I doubt anyone's gonna miss it,” Tony looked down at Shane's outfit, which he really hadn't noticed before. “Damn you look good in these clothes,” he swallowed. Shane chuckled and was about to say something, but was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing.

 

“Oh,” Shane mumbled something to himself as he reached for it. Tony didn't like the way his eyes lit up when he looked at the collar ID, that look meant it could only be one person.

 

“Hello!” Shane said excitedly into the phone.

“Hey, where are you?” Jason asked, he seemed to be chewing on something.

 

“Uh… I'm at Tony's house but… hi!” He ran a hand threw his hair and stepped away from Tony to get a little more privacy. Jason rolled his eyes and fell onto a comfy couch, making himself at home.

 

“Well guess where I am?” He said, popping a chip into his mouth. “I'm sitting on your couch, next to three people you may know,” He smirked.

“On my couch, eh?” Shane leaned against the wall.

 

“Yeah, wouldn't you know? We met Mark at a gas station and he showed us the way here, is that okay?” Jason asked.

 

“No, it's great, I was just on my way back, Tony's coming to spend the night, is Mark there?” He asked. Jason leaned back and looked into the kitchen to see if Mark was still in the house.

 

“Yeah,” He replied. Mark was flirting with Natalie's friends. “David's here too but he's just about to leave, and so are four other girls,” Jason said. “You're missing a party at your own house, get your ass over here,” Jason laughed, he sounded like he'd been having a blast for a while. Shane smiled widely and nodded.

 

“I'll be there in a few minutes then, see-ya,” He nodded.

“Bye,” Jason hung up the phone and tossed it on the other couch across from him. He leaned back and put an arm around Teresa, he'd had two cans of miller light since they arrived.

 

“Does this couch seem wet to you…?” Raj chimed out suddenly, bouncing up and down. Natalie's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed all kinds of red shades, luckily no one was paying any attention to her.

 

 

A/N: Once again this is way over do. The next one should be up pretty quick though, I have more time to write now that school's out, and I'm onto the more exciting part of the story. My favorite character was introduced in this chapter, there wasn't much of him, but Nathan plays a big part. I do know exactly where I'm going with this now that I'm here, I was never sure how Shane was going to end up meeting Marty, I just knew it had to happen x3. But everything works out. I really look forward to reviews! x3.