Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 14. A Life-changing Secret ( Chapter 14 )

Roy woke up with a headache a half hour before his alarm would've gone off. Normally his phone wouldn't wake him up, but he was hardly asleep when it rang. He groaned and reached an arm out from under the blanket to pick it up. He sat up half way with his eyes barely open and put the phone to his ear.

 

“Hello?” he rubbed his eyes with his one free hand and propped the top half of his body on his elbow.

 

“Roy?” He didn't recognize the voice, and didn't answer. “Roy Elyria?” The man repeated his name.

 

“Yes,” He said shortly. He reached over and turned on the light, bringing himself up further so that he was sitting with his feet hanging off the bed. He rubbed his forehead, it was warm, and he wandered if he had a fever.

 

“This is Randy Killroy,” Randy said, taking a sip of lavender flavored vodka. “Jim Hauke gave me your number, I hope I'm not interrupting anything,” He said.

 

“Oh,” Roy blinked, still trying to adjust his eyes to the light. “It's six thirty AM, I was sleeping,” He replied. The night before he'd had a hard time with Patricia, who seemed to refuse to let him leave her. He'd been up late arguing with her and he didn't really like being woken up early, that half hour of sleep could've meant no headache.

 

“You're not going to work today,” Randy stated in a rather demanding tone. “I wanna see you here at my place, don't worry about the address Jimmy'll be there in about ten minutes to pick you up,” He took another sip of his vodka as he spoke.

 

“What?” Roy was a little stunned. Here he was, waking up expecting another day in the sixth circle of hell, and now he was being dragged into a possible seventh circle by his only friend.

 

“Don't make me repeat myself, you're going to be there?” Roy couldn't tell if he was asking or telling, but he wasn't about to argue.

 

“Yeah,” He nodded, he wouldn't get paid, but at least he knew his boss wouldn't be pissed with him, since Jimmy was exactly that. He didn't think he was ready to be in any kind of gang, he was ready for a change, but not one such as this.

 

“Good, see you then, Roy,” Randy hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. He wasn't completely in agreement with Jimmy's idea, but what could another member hurt?

 

Roy let out a long sigh after hanging up the phone and fell back on his pillow, he needed a shower, and he only had ten minutes until Jimmy arrived. Somehow that didn't speed him up, he hated being in a hurry, and decided he was going to take his good old time. Why the hell did it have to be at six in the morning? Perhaps they wanted to catch him before work, but still, he would've gladly left that place in the middle of the day just the same.

 

With the bathroom door shut and a clean change of clothes sitting on the sink Roy stripped naked, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror as he took off his clothes. He turned on the water just the way he liked it and stepped into the shower. The feeling of the warm water against his waking skin was wonderful as always. Once he was wet he reached for the bar of soap and ran his hands all over his body, eyes sealed shut as he let the water run over his face. When finished with the soap he reached for the milk and honey scented shampoo from the shelf. He squeezed a small whip of it into his hand and put the bottle back before lathering it into his hair, shutting his eyes again.

 

Almost as soon as he was ready to rinse he felt something on his waist and froze stiff, it was surely a hand, and both of his were on top of his head. He didn't turn to look until another showed up on the other side of him; he already had an idea of whose they were before he looked. Jimmy looked completely dazed as well as very horny as he ran his hands up the flawless body. Roy was startled and didn't know what to do, he was naked, Jimmy was naked, they were together in a shower behind a curtain; only one thing to do. Roy cringed but was unable to protest when he was pulled back into the other mans body.

 

“Roy,” Jimmy nuzzled their cheeks together from behind, whispering in a seductive tone. “Rinse the soap out of your hair, let me have you,” He requested. Roy was trying to say no, but the way Jimmy was touching him, those skilled hands, mixed with how tired he still was he couldn't open his mouth. Jimmy grinded his groin against the other's backside as he pulled Roy's head back into the water to get rid of the soap. Roy slowly brought his hands back up to his head and squeezed the soap out of his hair as he was molested.

 

Jimmy kissed him on the neck and moaned into his Roy's ear, thrusting his hips forward almost to erect to hold back. His hand slowly moved from Roy's side to his inner thigh as he began rubbing. Roy held his breath trying not to show pleasure by sighing or groaning. There really was no point though, he was in it, Jimmy wasn't going to let go now that he'd gotten so far.

 

“Jimmy,” Roy sighed. “I don't… I can't,” A hand wrapped around his length before he could let out another word, he didn't care to speak anymore. He leaned back against Jimmy's body and arched his hips into the touch, loving the feel of the perfect hands. Jimmy smirked and turned off the water, his love was finally his.

 

The next thing Roy knew he was being pushed onto his bed, the other man on top of him, biting and sucking at his neck mercilessly. Jimmy got excited too quickly and began dry humping the younger man's groin, pushing himself against the other as if he were already inside him. Roy didn't mind this at all, which is what puzzled him, here was a man getting ready to fuck him, and he didn't mind one bit. He really didn't give a shit about anything anymore.

 

“Jim,” Roy groaned. “R-Randy,” He stuttered. “We're supposed to be there soon,” he really wasn't using it as an excuse, Randy hadn't come across to him as the nicest person and he didn't want to go back on what he'd said to the guy. Jimmy stopped all that he was doing and looked down into Roy's eyes.

 

“I'm not about to pass up a chance like this,” He whispered. Roy let out a short, but heavy breath, stunned and speechless as he looked into the man's eyes. Jimmy bolted his head forward and crushed his lips against Roy's, and almost to his surprise, Roy kissed him back. Jimmy slipped his tongue into the other's mouth, making sure to memorize every inch of it, this may have been the last time he ever tasted it. Roy was just beginning to enjoy it when Jimmy pulled back, breaking their lips apart.

 

“I need you,” He breathed. “I want to be inside you, touch you, please you. But I don't want to hurt you, give me your permission,” He nuzzled Roy's neck as he waited for an answer.

 

“Yes,” Roy gasped the word out, placing his hands on Jimmy's back. Jimmy smirked as his hand crept down the younger man's body and gripped his thigh. He stared into Roy's beautiful eyes as he propped one leg up for easier access.

 

“Good boy,” He kissed Roy's cheek just before inserting his middle finger into the boy's portal. Roy's eyes widened and he gasped, tightening around the finger so that it couldn't reach further. “Don't clench,” Jimmy rubbed his stomach with his other hand. “Relax, baby,” He pushed the finger in further as Roy took it, his eyes ready to pop out of his head. Jimmy began pushing the finger in and out of the uncharted entrance, just keeping his eyes locked on Roy's; despite the fact that Roy's eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

 

“How does it feel?” Jimmy whispered, readying himself with a second finger. Roy didn't answer, just moaned loudly and clenched his fists around the blanket under him. Jimmy smiled and inserted both fingers into the portal, causing another loud groan from the back of Roy's throat. Jimmy took advantage of the open mouth and shoved his tongue into it, wanting another kiss. He kept the same steady pace with his fingers, but his erection was becoming impatient.

 

“Roy,” Jimmy pulled his lips away. “Do you have any condoms?” He asked. Roy let his eyes fall shut and nodded.

 

“In the bathroom,” He said, reluctantly letting the two fingers slide out of him. “You have lubricant…” Roy began. “Or something, right?” No way he was going to take it his first time without proper preparation.

 

“I always do, it's in the car though, wait here doll,” Jimmy kissed his forehead and stood up off of the bed. Roy just lay there, wondering what the consequences of what he was about to do and what he'd just done would end up being.

 

 

Jason woke up with his head face down on a hard, wooden table with his arms spread around him. He opened his eyes to see two figures in the kitchen, talking as they made breakfast. He rubbed his eyes and lifted his head, seeing more clearly that one was Shane and the other was Tony, those two seemed to always be together.

 

“You better show back at Marty's sometime today or he's gonna know something was up,” Tony said before either of them noticed that Jason was awake and listening.

 

“I guess so, I think I can deal with being part of a mob… thing. After all I'm not…” Shane turned around and saw Jason sitting there in a chair with his eyes half shut and a still tired look on his face. “Oh,” Shane smiled. “Mornin' Cupcake, don't you look charming,” He greeted. Jason's mouth was hanging open and he had drool on his shirt. Not to mention his hair was everywhere.

 

“What happened last night?” Jason said. The smile ran quickly away from Shane's face and he looked away, down at his feet. Jason apparently didn't remember what he'd tried to do, then again; maybe it was better that way.

 

“You got drunk and fell asleep walking,” Tony shrugged, at least that's what he'd heard. “We're making pancakes if you want any,” He turned back to the stove. He stopped suddenly and rolled up his sleeve to read his watch. “Oh, shit is it that late, I got to get over to the house in fifteen minutes, can I use your shower?” He asked.

 

“Sure…” Shane said slowly, he really didn't understand why Tony was having to leave so suddenly. “Use the towels in the closet though, not on the rack,” Shane called as Tony sped out of the kitchen and toward the bathroom.

 

“Thanks,” He called and waved back into the kitchen as he shut the bathroom door. Jason leaned his head on his hand, he did remember what happened, at least, he had a memory. At least Shane hadn't gone around telling people the good little straight boy had tried to hit on him.

 

“Do you want me to take care of what he was doing?” Jason offered, seeing that Shane seemed to be rushing himself with everything.

 

“No, I'm fine,” Shane, replied sourly. Jason cringed and slouched shyly, Shane didn't sound happy with him, and he didn't even look at him.

 

“Shane,” Jason paused. “Are you mad at me?” He asked plainly. “You know… for last night?” He shrugged. Shane didn't answer, he wasn't mad really, just confused about a lot of things and didn't want to be bothered. “Sorry, I don't want you to be mad at me… I mean…” Jason stopped, he was so ashamed of himself he didn't even feel like explaining, especially while he was hardly certain that Shane was even listening.

 

“I'm not mad at you,” Shane sighed, dropped his hands and leaning over the stove. “I'm just…” He groaned. “Frustrated.” He turned off the flame and turned toward Jason.

 

“Well, thanks for not telling Tony or anyone,” Jason shrugged, tapping his fingers on the table. “And thanks for not…” He stopped. “Taking advantage of me,” His voice fell silent. “How I was acting last night,” He finished. Shane shrugged, stepping forward and pulling up a chair at the dining room table.

 

“It's no problem, you're not you when you're drunk anyway,” Shane replied.

 

“Look, Shane, I've never actually told anyone this before…” Jason began. “And I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me or anything, I mean not that I want you to… I mean… just… listen okay?” Jason took a deep breath.

 

“I'm listening,” Shane leaned forward over the table with a smirk and folded his hands giving his full attention.

 

“I'm not…” Jason sighed, deciding that wasn't the best place to start. “When I was seventeen, like a month after my birthday Clark took me to this bar and told me I'd have a blast. So I stayed out for a while, you know, hanging by myself and just watching everyone. And Clark that son of a bitch, I finally realized he'd taken me to a gay bar, and guys keep hitting on me, right? I laid low, not wanting to just walk out on him or spoil his fun, had a few drinks here and there. And the next thing I know I'm in the middle of the room doing this whole inappropriate whore dance, `course I was drunk and having the time of my life. So eventually I just head up to the best looking guy I can find and just start… well… you know, you've been through it… that,” Jason swallowed. “…But he didn't exactly take it the way you did. Well I… I woke up later in one of the rooms at the bar, and when I came out I found that Clark never even knew I was gone,” He looked down at his fingers in shame. “I was sore for like the rest of the night, you're now officially the only one that knows,” He cracked his knuckles nervously waiting a few moments to look up at Shane. When he did Shane was wearing a wicked and mischievous glare, an even larger smirk than he had been before.

 

“You're gay,” He said conclusively. Jason's jaw dropped open, he couldn't believe his ears, after all that, what a reply!

 

“What!” He raised an eyebrow. “I just told you about the worst experience of my life, something I've never told anyone else before and that's what you have to say?” Jason was pissed. Shane chuckled and stood up to go finish making their breakfast.

 

“Well, think about it Jase, you get drunk, and the first thing you do is hit on other men, and I know gay bars, there are nice looking women in there most of the time,” Shane waved a spatula at him. “Maybe bisexual but you're going to find out soon enough that you'll go both ways, drunk or sober, and I'm gonna help you,” Shane winked. Jason was still flabbergasted, here was someone he thought he could trust with this story and all the stupid fag could think about was his stupid crush? Maybe he was right… Oh, hell no. Jason told himself as he pounded his fist into the table.

 

“My name is not Jase,” He scowled. “And don't even think about that cupcake shit,” He shot up from his chair and grumbled something under his breath as he stomped into the living room and planted his seat on the couch with his arms cross.

 

“Gotta learn to handle the truth Buttercup,” Shane called teasingly, he didn't want to drive Jason over the edge, but he was fixed on the thought that he knew exactly what he was talking about. Jason ignored him, just letting out a `Tch' and turning on the TV just for the sake of flipping through the channels. He was so not gay.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane showed up at Marty's house at one o'clock. After Tony had given him directions over the phone getting there hadn't been so hard, but what he was afraid of was getting through this without giving up too much information or messing up the entire original lie. To his misfortune the person who answered the door was one he did not know, and apparently didn't know him either.

 

“Who the hell are you?” He had a sour voice. His hair was shaved to a buzz cut in a very unattractive way, his pants were too loose and his shirt was too big. Shane wrinkled his nose and the smell of him.

 

“I'm a friend of Tony Reynolds, I think Marty was expecting me here sometime today too,” Shane nodded.

 

“I said, who the hell are you,” Don scowled, he just wanted a name.

 

“Shane Fulmer,” Shane stepped back as the man spat on him from the doorway. This was exactly the kind of person Shane imagined when he heard the term mobster.

 

“Marty, there's a Shane at the door, says he's expected,” Don called into the house. There was no answer but not long after Shane saw a head peak around the corner, jet black hair spiked up into the air, a nice facial form and beautiful depressing green eyes with pouting tasteful lips. Shane's breath hitched, he was running into far to many attractive men lately.

 

“Hi, Shane,” Marty said approaching him with an extended arm. Shane smiled in greeting and shook his hand has he had the day before. He already felt like he was getting ready to become a lawyer rather than a criminal.

 

“Hey, Marty Kraws, pleasure to see you again,” He smiled half-heartedly, this good manners shit was already giving him a headache, but it was honestly all he had.

 

“I'm sure it is,” Marty replied in sarcasm. “Look, I haven't taken in any new members for a hell of a long time, and I don't really have a procedure. So here's the deal, stay out of the basement, no staying over night, and no toughing my phones, Tony is gonna keep an eye on you, okay? Just follow those rules and eventually I might learn to trust you,” Marty explained. Shane nodded multiple times and ran his tongue over his lips, that shouldn't have been too hard.

 

“Shaneyboy,” Tony smiled and came bounding out of the kitchen with a bottle of Corona in his hand.

 

“Hey, Tonyboy,” Shane forced a smile. They hadn't addressed each other that way for a long time, Tony must have been half-drunk.

 

“Good to see you here man,” He threw and arm over Shane's shoulder. “Big bad Marty scare your pants off yet?” He laughed. Shane's jaw fell open and he turned to Marty who simply rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he does that, but that's okay because you can always charm his pants off can't you Shaney?” He nudged. “Well come on, let me show you around,” He drank down a long chug of beer. Shane's eyes widened in disaster, he was trying to save his ass by leaving a good impression on this `big bad Marty' and Tony had just clashed the whole thing.

 

“Fulmer,” Derek leaned against the doorway, biting his lip, as he looked Shane up and down. “What happened to the slut gear,” He stepped forward and tugged on Shane's looser pant legs in disappointment. Shane's eyes narrowed, he was becoming really sick of being called a slut lately, even though the word fit him so very perfectly.

 

“I wore those for you, but you'll never see `em again,” Shane scoffed, Derek really was jerk, of course Shane should've known, he was a big ass celebrity. “I think this is a miracle, I'm actually not excited to see you,” He gave Derek the cold shoulder. The other day Derek had made it obvious that he'd only picked Shane up to get he and Tony pissy with each other, luckily it hadn't really worked.

 

“Ouch,” Derek didn't really seemed hurt as he put a hand on Shane's shoulder and leaned in to his ear. “I still wanna fuck that cute little ass of yours,” He whispered in his soft, seductive voice.

 

“Not even in your dreams, fuck off,” Shane nudged him off, not at all amused or moved by the man's offer. It's very disappointing to find out that your heartthrob and idol is a complete asshole.

 

“Derek, do like he says, fuck off,” Marty finally spoke up after keeping quiet. Derek glared at him but didn't open his mouth again, just turned around and headed up the stairs.

 

“Derek will grow on you,” Marty explained.

 

“Yeah, he'll grow on you like a big fat annoying hemorrhoid,” Tony insulted. Marty shrugged partly in agreement and continued into the living room where he often sat and watched the television.

 

“It's a boring life, Shane, but you get used to it. And it definitely pays off,” Marty smirked turning a knob on the side of a metal box with a door, a safe no doubt. The door clicked open and Marty pulled out a stack of money the height of a saltshaker, and each bill was a hundred. Shane's eyes widened, money didn't attract him usually, it had never been a big thing to him, but that was a hell of a lot of money. And there were four more stacks of the same thing.

 

“This is exactly one million dollars if I can count, it's from my first job, just me, Tom and Lily. If I ever find it gone you can bet I'll have someone's head in my arms by the next day,” He chuckled with a warning look in his eye. “We're running low on spending money, but this isn't spending money you understand, this is my money. Don't touch,” Marty put the money back in the safe and shut it.

 

“You always pull that one out, eh Marty?” Tony chuckled.

 

“Gets `em every time, look at him, his speechless,” Marty pointed at Shane. Shane shook his head and snapped out of it. Seeing all that money in such a small portable safe put some mischievous thoughts in his mind, but he'd make sure they stayed only as thoughts.

 

“And when you meet Randy, which you will, don't mention it to him, he's got too much guts for his own good,” Marty said. “Besides, I'm trying to squeeze a loan out of him,” He lit up a cigarette.

 

“A loan? With all that money why do you need a loan!” Shane questioned.

 

“That's exactly what Randy would say, but that's not spending money, it's savings, and the only ones with rights to it are me and Tom,” Marty sounded rather harsh. He sighed and sat down in his recliner with a grunt, talking about Tom was just pushing him off the edge. He already didn't seem to be liking this Shane character.

 

A/N- Betcha can't guess who the bad guys are yet 8D. Good. You're not supposed to know… feel free to leave a review if you would like to have a go though. Finally starts getting good in the next chapter, all my favorite parts. I'll have fun writing it so it should be in quickly. Three cheers for getting this chapter in early for once 8D.