Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 20. Outcome of a Phone Conversation ( Chapter 20 )

Spirit- Ah! Finally some constructive criticism -clings to.- Spirit knows how it's done. Your reviews have really helped me… I've read over this chapter, trying to get all the grammar right, sometimes I'm just not thinking when I write, I may have missed some. I should track down a beta reader. But ch'yeah, thanks again luff < 33. I actually near hated the JasonXShane scene in the last chapter… it was hell for me to write… I was so close to removing it, but it really does need to be in there to keep the storyline, I'll fix it in the next draft, by then I'll probably know how to do it right.

 

Tinkle time Kelly- :D Thanks a lot! Reviews keep me going :]. Despite this inexcusably late chapter… I really didn't know where to go from where I left off… knew what was going to happen but not how to lead up to it xD. Which is the problem with the suggestion you left while reviewing The Crowbar… if I am to rush myself to meet a deadline, I just end up with bad writing, I mean some chapters I get in in two days, others two weeks… I can never be certain how long it'll take me. I think if I did that I'd just disappoint readers by either not meeting the deadlines I make, or meeting them with shitty writing… say like in chapter 19. x].

 

Randy whipped his cell phone at the wall, watching one half fly right, and the other left. He was beyond pissed off, if any of the people around him happened to have been expendable, he would have shot one of `em just to take it out on something. Nathan was gone, and the worst part of it was that Randy admitted to himself that he was worried, which could've meant emotion would start getting in the way. Marty wasn't picking up his phone, and no one would get the home phone either, there was nothing he could have done.

 

“Look, what if he is there,” Paine bit his lip and cringed. “If he's alive than there's no way Marty knows he's there. We can't just let him know or he will end up dead no matter what,” He shrugged, trying to only be suggestive and keep his tone submissive, he didn't want to make his brother angrier than he was already.

 

“How would he have hidden? If he's there, he's dead, if he's not he has a chance, all I want to know is if he showed up or not,” Randy kicked the table, pacing back and forth in the same place as he had been for the past ten minutes. “That kid was like my god damn son,” He stopped and crossed his arms in attempt to calm down, thinking he shouldn't have said that.

 

“Well you certainly fucked up then didn't you,” Jimmy groaned. Randy had been going on about the missing kid all day, looking for people to blame and shit, he was getting sick of it. “Congratulations your kid said he hates you and he's never coming back, forget about him, Jesus Christ,” He scowled, crossing his arms. Paine stared blankly at the wall as Randy started toward Jimmy, he was definitely set off now, and Jimmy did happen to be the least important person in the room. He had his hand on his gun ready to pull it and take a shot just to keep the fag's fat mouth shut. Suddenly he was cut off when Roy stepped in front of him, right up in his face, almost in a challenging way.

 

“What's the matter with you, protecting your boyfriend here?” Randy shoved the gun in Roy's gut and gripped his shoulder. “How'd you two like to go to hell together, eh?” He threatened, pushing the mouth of the gun harder against Roy's stomach, cocking the gun.

 

“He's not…” Roy's breath hitched for a moment. “…My boyfriend,” He stuttered, trying to find a firm voice, one that wasn't shaky. “But if you like, you can be my bitch,” He glared, finally building up enough air to speak correctly with a gun shoved in his gut.

 

“Roy, shut up,” Jimmy advised quickly.

 

“Is that right?” Randy was so close to pulling the trigger, he wanted to, more than anything he just wanted to shoot the son of a bitch that had gotten in his way. But after a long pause he jerked his arm back and slammed the gun down on the table. “Is that fucking right,” He mumbled to himself as he trudged out of the room. Roy sighed in relief just before he was grabbed by the back of his pants and pulled into an inviting lap.

 

“Did I ever tell you why I love you?” Jimmy nibbled Roy's ear, his way of saying thank you. “…`Cause I do,” He added silently. Roy pushed off of him finally and sat in his own seat.

 

“You love every man Jim,” He sighed.

 

“You're right, I do,” Jimmy smirked. “You see Randy's ass when he walked out of here?” He laughed, changing positions so that his legs stretched over one arm of the chair and his head rested on the others.

 

“Oh please,” Paine covered his ears. “No discussing my brother while I'm in the room,”

 

“So I guess these means no one else gives a shit about Nathan?” Jade finally opened her mouth. Jade Kraws had spent the first fifteen years of her life in Great Britain and had an accent. She had black hair, a very thin, yet muscular and well-shaped girl, as were all in her family after all. Her family made the choice to move America because her younger brother Marty was born, which caused her holding a grudge against him just because he'd been born at that time.

 

“I hope he's okay,” Paine said. “But there's nothing we can do right now, it's dark outside and we don't even know where we'd look. If your stupid brother would pick up the phone…” His voice trailed off. “This rivalry shit blows,” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. Things worked better in general when the two gangs were basically allied, now that they'd been torn apart everything immediately had gone down the drain. Thanks to Randy, as usual.

 

“If we just raided the place at night we could kill `em all in their sleep, I don't know what Randy's problem is,” Jade sighed. She was definitely a no non-sense type of person, she liked to get one thing done quick and move onto the next thing. If she hadn't been born to such a corrupt family she may have been more successful.

 

“Well, I for one got nothing against Derek, Tony, or Don,” Paine said. “That's what's stopping me, I mean Randy just decides for us all of the sudden that we can't be even friends anymore with `em,” He complained.

 

“What about the new kid, Shane?” Jimmy shrugged. “He seemed okay too, I mean I agree with you,” He nodded.

 

“I'd shoot Shane before anyone else, I don't like him,” Paine said plainly. “Too many immature idiots like him in the world,” He grumbled under his breath. He had a reputation for being judgmental, but this time he was sure, and he felt he had a right to dislike the guy.

 

“Oh, because he freaked out about your eye?” Jimmy laughed. “Oh, so sad, for the record I think it's disgusting and fucked up too,” He picked his teeth. Paine shot him a quick glare; after all he'd been right when he originally decided that he didn't like Jimmy.

 

“All right guys, let's not turn on each other, we've already turned on everyone else,” Jade leaned against the wall and stared down at her feet. She had to admit it sucked being against Marty, as much as she couldn't stand him, things were much more convenient when they were affiliated. Still, she knew this was coming, everyone knew it was coming and once Marty was dead, things would go back to normal.

 

“Not that any of us had a choice whether to or not…” Paine murmured, crossing his arms and slouching. Before he found out Nate was leaving he hadn't really had a problem with the split, but now it was proving to be more trouble than it was worth. He could only hope that Marty was having the same, or worse problems. If Nate did somehow get back to them who knew what Randy would have done? The only thing that Paine was sure of about Randy was that you could never be sure of anything concerning him. Downright unpredictable, and that was what scare Paine the most about him, and also what gave him enough hope to stick around.

 

“Well, Randy's got us this far, I trust he knows what he's doing, we've just hit a small road block, that's all,” Jade then disappeared into the dark hallway through the doorway she'd been standing next to. After that the room fell silent, Paine's eyelids were slowly falling over his eyes, and Roy and Jimmy simply sat idly, both in slightly awkward positions.

 

Roy wasn't sure about this, he'd been having decent fun ever since he arrived, which was an experience he hardly remembered. But all the sudden drama was proving to be a little too much for him; still he had to admit to himself that it was better than working at the club. Not to mention, Jade was wicked hot, and he'd created a decent friendship with Paine, he wasn't sure it was in his interest to go back to what he used to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tony was stretched out on his bed, next to Nate who was curled up as tightly as seemingly possible, barely taking up any room. Tony had his laptop on his lap, checking the usual websites and instant messengers to see if he might've been able to catch Shane anywhere, but he apparently wasn't on the computer. He sighed and commented on Shane's many profiles in random places on multiple websites, basically writing whatever came to mind that he hadn't put in the last message. He was bored; he could still smell the pizza that was downstairs. He'd brought some up for Nate earlier, but he just didn't feel like going back down there to get some himself, Marty was pissing him off.

 

His cell phone rang rather suddenly and he sighed, shutting the laptop half way to pick it up. He didn't look at the caller ID, thinking it wasn't of importance, then again in this case he probably should have.

 

“Hello?” He glanced at Nate after he'd spoken rather loudly, not wanting to wake the boy.

 

“Guess who?” He recognized the voice after a short while, and quickly pushed his laptop off him, standing up immediately and heading into the bathroom, glancing at his room door to make sure it was shut most of the way before he shut the bathroom door.

 

“Randy,” Tony scowled. He knew the call must've been concerning Nathan, which tensed him, but he knew it wouldn't have been all that hard to lie.

 

“Finally I got a hold of one of you assholes, give the phone to Marty,” Randy ordered, if anyone there knew where Nate was, it had to have been Marty.

 

“No,” Tony said coldly. “He and I aren't speaking right now,” He lied. More accurately the problem was that Tony didn't want to talk to Marty at all, for all Marty knew Tony wasn't even angry with him.

 

“Fuck your personal issues, I got problems of my own, give the phone to Marty,” Randy growled, he hated having to repeat himself, of all the people he could've found in his call list, it had to be Tony.

 

“Maybe you should of considered this before you shot Tom,” Tony spoke calmly, in a careless tone that he knew would annoy Randy in his current state. Maybe that wasn't his best goal, to irritate the guy, but he did like to fuck with people.

 

“I swear to god you son of a bitch if you don't…”

 

“Why exactly are you calling, Randy?” Tony cut him off. “`Cause you sound pretty stressed out to me, what'd you lose something?” He grinned “You wouldn't possibly need the help of us moronic low lives, would you?” Tony was definitely testing him, and Randy was not amused, still, he had to say.

 

“Nate's gone,” He spoke in a low, irritated voice. “I just want to know if I should bother looking for him or not, did he show up there?” He tried keeping himself calm, hoping for a straight answer, hoping Tony knew because it seemed he wasn't going to get a chance to talk to Marty.

 

“He's the short one, right?” Tony jumped up and sat on the sink, keeping pure casualty in his voice. “I think if he did I would know about it, I've been here all day,” He said. Randy let out a sigh of relief, that was good news; news that meant there was a chance that Nate hadn't been disfigured by Marty's fucked up torture methods and tools.

 

“I'll tell you what though, if he shows up here, I'll call you back. Can't promise I can keep you know who's paws off him though, so just hope I find him first,” Tony leaned over and peaked out the door at Nate, who was in the same position, still sound asleep.

 

“Yeah, thanks,” Randy said half-heartedly. “Bye,” He slammed the phone down on the receiver and stood up off his bed, heading back down stairs to break the news of a search party that would take place the next day.

 

“Aright,” He said, Paine's eyes popped open immediately after he entered the room. “He's not at Marty's, apparently he never was, so tomorrow we're going to go out and find him, and then, I'm gonna kill him,” Randy looked happy, and hopefully wasn't serious about the last part of his announcement. Paine nodded, giving his full attention until Randy moved on into the kitchen. For a moment he was puzzled, Nate had told him he was going to Marty's, maybe he found his sense on the way there and decided not to go, but didn't come back. Who knew? But Paine was tired, and without another thought concerning this issue, he dosed off right on the couch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tony groaned when his phone rang once again, just as he left the bathroom. “What the hell do you want now?” He scoffed as he pulled it out, this time he did look at the ID, and it wasn't Randy. He paused for a moment before flipping up the cover and putting the phone to his ear.

 

“Give me a good reason that explains why the hell I decided to actually answer this call,” That was the rudest thing he could think to say upon answering. Trisha's breath hitched, hearing what he'd said, she'd expected him to be mad, but she hadn't expected an answer like that.

 

“Tony, Roy broke up with me,” She said quietly, trying to cover up the fact that she was slightly teary. Tony chuckled and leaned against the wall, he could tell she wasn't too happy, but he could've cared less.

“Tch, and this is my problem? Last I heard I was no one to you,” He scowled. Trisha covered her mouth as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Tony, I'm sorry!” She suddenly burst out. “I thought you were dead, I kept sending letters and I never got any back, I didn't know. It was stupid what I did that night, telling him that, but I never expected to see you again and I couldn't let him know who you were,” She cried. Tony was seconds from rolling his eyes, but refrained, though he wasn't having any of her shit.

 

“Why? Because he would've left you?” Tony asked harshly. “I'm thinking if he hadn't broken up with you we wouldn't be having this conversation, you wouldn't have cared to call in the first place,” He was just about ready to hang up. It wasn't really that she cheated on him in the first place, it was that after she found out he was alive she hadn't even cared to take him back, that is until she lost her new toy.

 

“Tony, I…please don't do this…” She was about ready to start begging him. She knew she'd fucked up, and she knew she'd done some really stupid things to him, knew she didn't deserve him, but she wanted him so bad.

 

“Forget it, I'm with someone else now, I'm sorry, that's it.” Tony he said, though in truth, he was far from sorry. He waited a short three seconds in case Trisha wanted to reply, but when he heard nothing, he hung up.

 

Trisha heard the phone go blank and her jaw dropped open, she was angry with him, angry with Roy, angry with herself. She threw her face into the pillows, and buried her head into them, sobbing, she'd horribly blown it, and all she could do now was cry.

 

 

 

After he'd put the phone is his pocket, Tony looked up to Nate's eyes. His head on the pillow still, in the same basic position, staring at Tony with curiosity.

 

“Who was that?” He asked, sitting up half-way as Tony approached him.

 

“No one,” Tony picked up his computer and sat back down on the bed. “Just a stupid girl,” He let out a sigh and pulled up his word processing program to add to his journal.

 

“Your girlfriend?” Nate sat up completely. Tony looked from the screen to Nate, wearing a sort of blank expression. He turned back to the screen before answering.

 

“Ex girlfriend,” He shrugged. “Trisha,” He murmured as he opened the file, beginning to read over the last time he'd written. It had been a while, he usually found time to write every day, but he hadn't since the day he got back from Germany.

 

“Oh, so you're with someone else?” Nate had disappointment in his tone, and Tony didn't pretend he didn't know why.

 

“No, I sort-of made that up,” Tony shrugged.

 

“You lied?” Nate asked. Tony nodded, his mouth going dry, it sounded so much more wrong when he put it that way.

 

“So you're single?” Nathan bit his lip. Tony nodded again, not really thinking about the question, or his answer, just making sure he made it the truth. He stared at his computer screen, reading his older journals, thinking over what he'd written, all the good times he'd had with that girl. Though it surprised him that he had written all that much about her, in fact Shane's name came up quite a bit more often. After he read over a few bits and pieces he scrolled down and headed a new page, thinking over what he was going to write.

 

He had a first sentence thought out in his head, and his fingers hovered over the first few letters that he was going to used. But his mind went blank, and his fingers fell out of place when he felt a pair of lips against his cheek, brushing over the edge of his own. He froze stiff, staring at the blank document, the situation running through his head over and over again, but never really registering. When he finally turned his head, after what seemed like minutes, but was really only a few seconds, Nate's eyes were shut, and his mouth slightly open. It was the look he, and most people he kissed wore after a long, passionate deep kiss. A look of complete bliss and satisfaction, and Nate was wearing it after one short peck.

 

Tony turned back to his laptop, shutting it slowly, he was no longer in any mood to type. He licked his dry lips as he set it down beside the bed, leaning it against the wall and then turning back to Nate, who had a look of nervousness come over him. No words were exchanged before Tony moved closer, putting a hand behind Nate's neck and pulling their head's together, parting his lips, and closing his eyes. Nathan finished the kiss willingly, but once their lips had met, and Tony's mouth started moving, Nathan hardly knew what to do.

 

Tony smiled as it was obvious that Nate hadn't ever kissed anyone before, just by the way he so pathetically tried. Tony didn't see it as a problem at all, all he had to do was keep it up and show him how it was done, Nate would get the hang of it. Slowly, Tony rolled over so that he was on top and had better access, running his finger's through the boy's soft hair, deepening the kiss as much as possible. Finally, he found his way into Nathan's mouth, a crack between his lips, and slipped his tongue in. He grinned widely, hearing a small, squeaky moan as he explored the smaller boy's mouth. What he was doing was against the law, he knew, but he couldn't remember the last time he gave a damn about the law.

 

Tony was getting turned on already, the way Nathan let out a small, almost feminine moan every time Tony made a large move. The way he clung to Tony's shirt sleeves and tugged on them, almost struggling, but he didn't seem to want it to stop.

 

Nathan wasn't certain what he was doing, and he was a little scared, Tony was kissing him so fast, he barely had time to breath. He liked it, and he really liked Tony, so no matter how awkward it felt he wanted to tolerate the tough parts, knowing eventually he'd love it. It felt funny, and tasted a little strange to have Tony's tongue in his mouth, but at the same time it tasted good, and felt even better. He grasped the sleeves of the older man's shirt, just needing something to hold onto as his head was pushed further and further down in between the pillows. He hadn't expected such roughness for one kiss, but he had to be mature about it, otherwise Tony might not have liked him anymore. Still he wished Tony would have been a little gentler.

 

Tony could hardly help himself, the moans from Nate only got him more and more excited, and he wanted to taste every inch of that mouth at least once. Suddenly it came to his realization that this may have been too much for Nate on his first time, and forced himself to slow down. Once his tongue was back in his mouth he jerked their lips apart, his heartbeat had sped, and his breath had picked up as he stared down into the younger boy's eyes.

 

Nathan was almost reluctant to feel Tony pull away, but acceptingly let his hands fall from his shirtsleeves, smoothing out the wrinkles he'd made in them.

 

“Nathan,” Tony breathed. Nate's eyes snapped back onto his and they locked on each other's. There was only a short pause before they both got the same idea. Nathan's head sprang off the pillow as Tony's darted down, lips crushing together and teeth clanking. This time Nate got into it more, and kept his head up off the pillows, wrapping his legs and arms around Tony's body and holding on tight.

 

Tony was anxious, and by now he was extremely aroused, he could feel his cock pressing against his pants, demanding freedom. Tony picked up one of Nate's hands by the wrist and moved it down in between his legs, trying to let him know what he wanted, without breaking the kiss.

 

Nathan was startled when he felt his wrist grabbed, half expecting it to be held down. But when Tony brought it around and pressed it against the bulge in his pants, which was clearly there, Nate got it. The kiss slowed as they both at the same time undid the other's pants.

 

“Derek has lube,” Tony said into Nathan's lips, tugging his pants down off his waste and then rubbing him through his boxers.

 

“What if someone catches us?” Nathan felt a chill run down his spine when Tony pressed against his underwear, backing away from the kiss, but Tony wouldn't let him stop. Whenever Nate pulled back, Tony leaned forward, Nate didn't mind it all that much, but he wanted to make sure this was a good idea.

 

“We just have to be quiet,” Tony said, pulling Nathan's boxers down as much as his pants were, and began playing with his cock.

 

“Oh, O—,” His own gasp cut him off when Tony took his throbbing length into his hands and started stroking it. “…kay,” He definitely didn't want to stop now, that felt so good. Suddenly he realized that he hadn't removed Tony's pants yet and hurried to get them off, feeling bad that he'd stopped. He arched his hips and tightened his legs around Tony's waste as he was touched, he'd touched himself before, but never imagined it would feel this good with someone else doing it.

 

“T-Tony!” Nate squealed as Tony wrapped his entire hand around the boy's shaft and started pumping it. “Wait!” He turned his head to the side so that Tony could no longer reach his lips. Tony froze suddenly, wondering why Nathan had asked him to stop. Nathan didn't say anything, just watched himself pull Tony's pants and boxers down to his knees. His breath hitched as soon as Tony's rock-hard dick flopped out from behind the waistline of his pants. The head's of their cock's touched and Nathan was almost blown away by just that small happening, he licked his lips and started scooting himself down Tony's body between his legs, pushing his shirt up and placing kisses down his chest and stomach.

 

“Nate,” Tony groaned as Nathan neared the head of his erection. “What are you…” His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when Nathan took almost his entire shaft fully into his mouth and began to suck. All though he'd never been with anyone else before, Nathan was used to this, for a while he'd been flexible enough to in fact suck his own cock. Knowing how good it felt, he couldn't help but give Tony the same feeling.

 

Tony had to hold in a loud moan, which proceeded to come out in quiet heavy breaths and squeaks as he was sucked off. Honestly, no girl he'd ever met had been willing to do that to him, and all of the sudden, without warning, Nathan got right into it, Tony loved this kid. Wanting to be on his back for this, Tony rolled over when he felt the time was right, placing his hands on his stomach and waiting for more.

 

Nathan was a little startled when Tony pulled out of his mouth, thinking immediately that he was no good. He looked at Tony, who now lay on his back, holding his cock between two fingers with his eyes shut.

 

“Nate…” He shook the hand that held his length. “…Please,” He begged, he wanted to come, he needed to. Nathan was relieved to find that Tony wanted more and gladly leaned over his crotch, caressing his thigh as he gave the throbbing shaft a few licks. Tony moaned as he was taken into the younger boy's wonderful mouth once again. He gripped the sheets between his fingers tightly as he reached his climax, unable to release a scream as he shot his seed straight into Nathan's mouth. Nate gagged at first, dropping the cock from his mouth, coughing as some of the white liquid had spurted down the wrong tube.

 

“Oh, Nathan,” Tony sat up immediately, wanting to help. “Are you okay, I'm sorry, It happened so suddenly,” He rubbed Nathan's shoulder with his thumb. Nate nodded and licked his lips, wiping a drop of cum that had dripped out of his mouth off his chin with the back of his hand.

 

“I'm fine,” He smiled widely when he finally could “Was that good?” He asked hopefully.

 

“It was great,” Tony ran his thumb along Nathan's lips, staring into his eyes. “Well,” He began pulling up his pants. Nathan stared for a moment as he pulled them up, that was it? “I better go get the lube,” Tony winked. Nathan smiled in relief and kicked his own pants all the way off.

 

“I want you naked when I get back,” Tony said with a smirk, standing up off the bed. Nathan excitedly pulled his shirt over his head, biting down hard into his bottom lip. He was more nervous than excited really, but he needed Tony to like him, love him.

 

Surprisingly when Tony left the room and came into the hallway, Derek was walking at him, wearing a sinister smile. Tony slowed his pace for a moment as Derek approached, just that look on his face said he knew what had gone on in that room.

 

“Looking for these?” Derek held up a tube of lubricant and a condom in one hand, smirking at him. Tony glared and reached for them, attempting to snatch them from his hand, but failed as Derek jerked his arm away.

 

“Wait a minute now, what have I got to gain by letting you use my sex gadgets?” He asked. Tony groaned, he'd known from the beginning that Derek was going to need payment, but Tony was already getting painfully hard again.

 

“What do you want?” He crossed his arms.

 

“Let me watch,” Derek shrugged.

 

“No way,” Tony hissed. “I'll make out with you later?” Tony suggested. Derek's eyes lit up and he smiled widely, he really wasn't expecting that kind of offer, but he liked it.

 

“Is there anything else you'd like?” He asked with a smile, handing over the lube and condom. Tony decided he'd be pissed at himself for making such an offer later, snatching what he wanted from Derek's hand and turning to go back into the room. He shut the door with a slam and turned down the lights to the perfect level. Then he looked at Nate, who was sitting on his bed, buck-naked, with his hand wrapped around his shaft, masturbating. Just watching the erotic scene was making him harder, he had to get his pants off. He tossed the lube and condom on the bed next to Nathan and proceeded to remove his pants. He knew he probably wouldn't be able to get away with just putting the lube on the condom like he had with Shane, since this was Nate's first time.

 

“Should I put this on,” Nathan popped open the cap of the lubricant, squeezing a bit out of the top just to look at it.

 

“No, I'll do it,” Tony look it from him just after tear his shirt off. Nathan stared as Tony crawled onto the bed, completely bear, his skin glowed in the lighting, all over, no tan lines, just tan all over it seemed.

 

“Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, naked?” Nathan asked jokingly. Tony laughed as he squeezed some of the lube onto his pointer finger.

 

“What if I said yes?” Tony chuckled with a shrug, placing a hand on Nate's ass to spread his cheeks apart. Nathan let out small grunts as Tony worked the lubricant into the hole, trying not to make a deal out of it, but it felt weird, and good at the same time. Tony squeezed more of the lube into his hand and tossed the tube onto the carpeted floor. He continued working the ointment into Nathan's puckering hole, concentrating completely on what he was doing.

 

“Tony…” Nate's voice was suddenly soft, and thoughtful. “Why are we doing this?” He wanted to do it, but not if it was just a quick fuck, not if Tony didn't really like him, a boyfriend is what he really wanted.

 

“What do you mean?” Tony paused a moment. “You don't want to?” Tony asked and then continued with the lube. Eventually he stuck his pointer finger into the whole, trying to push the lubricant as far in as possible.

 

“No, it's not that, it's just…” Nathan hissed as a finger was inserted into his entrance. “I like you,” He shrugged. Tony looked up at him with a sincere smile, nodding as he slowly slipped a second finger into the hole, watching as Nathan clenched a fist.

 

“I like you too, Nate,” Tony shrugged. “Trust me, if I didn't like you, I never would have let you anywhere near my bed,” Tony winked. Nate giggled, assuming that meant that Tony had liked him even before this night. “I don't normally like guys…” Tony paused. “But oh well, I guess I have Shane to blame for my attraction to you,” He smiled, removing both fingers and crawling up Nathan's body to his face.

 

“Ready?” He asked. Nate nodded, giving Tony a quick kiss and gripping his shoulders. Tony looked down between their legs and rolled the condom onto his shaft quickly, discarding the wrapper. Once he was ready, he guided himself into the hole. Nathan cringed when he felt the tip of Tony's cock come in contact with his entrance. His breath picked up as Tony slowly pushed inside, being as gentle on the virgin hole as he possibly could. Nathan forced himself not to shriek, even though they'd used the lube it was still hurting, more than he'd expected. But he had to keep quiet, or both of them would be in trouble. After Tony's head was deep inside him it wasn't quite as bad, but it still felt like he was being ripped in half.

 

Tony started thrusting in and out at a steady pace, keeping his comforting eye's locked on Nate who looked mostly miserable. He breathed heavily, loving the feeling of being inside the boy. The portal was so tight, the muscles tensed against his cock in all the right places, he groaned and couldn't help but speed his pace. If only Nathan knew how much he was enjoying this, but Nathan looked like he was imagining he was somewhere else. Tony frowned, wishing there was something he could do to make it better, finally, he pushed in as hard, and far as he could, and that's when he hit the perfect spot.

 

Nate's eyes popped open as his prostate was stroked, it felt so good, he hadn't expected anything like it, but he loved it.

 

“Faster,” He gripped Tony's shoulders and watched the thick shaft move in and out of his ass, somehow it made him so content. And the way Tony was grunting and moaning with pleasure in every thrust, showing clearly how much he liked it, Nathan couldn't help but like it too.

 

Nathan's plead excited Tony and he sped up immediately, stretching his neck out to nibble and suck on Nathan's shoulder. Nathan tilted his head back, eyes shut, mouth hanging open, unable to hear anything but his heart and his breathing. A few more thrusts and he felt as though he were going to come. He groaned loudly, reaching his climax, screaming as he came. Tony leaned forward quickly and muffled the scream with a kiss just as he too spurted inside Nathan's body, almost letting out a shriek himself. Nathan kept his eyes shut as Tony pulled out of him, moaning just as he was exited. Tony rolled off up him onto his back, removing the condom tiredly, the garbage can was across the room so he tied off the top and set it on the table next to his bed.

 

“Tony,” Nathan breathed heavily, pulling the covers up over both of them. “Does this mean you're not single anymore?” He opened one eye and looked at Tony with it. Tony stared at the ceiling for a moment, but it didn't take long at all for him to make up his mind. He sat up and leaned over Nathan, kissing his lips deeply one last time. He nodded sincerely, looking into Nate's eyes.

 

“Cool,” Nathan smiled, nodding, feeling somewhat victorious. “I should take a shower,” He felt the sticky cum drying between his legs. “Is that okay?” He asked. Tony nodded, running his hand over Nathan's chest. He was so skinny, and his skin was so pale, Tony wasn't even sure what he liked so much about the kid, he just knew he really liked it. He watched Nathan head to the bathroom, looking over his body. He didn't feel that this was a bad move on his part at all, but then again, he may have been becoming too attached to someone whose life was in danger. He let out a sigh as Nathan disappeared into the bathroom and rolled over, pulling the blanket up to his chin and dosing off.

 

 

A/N- Three cheers for the longest chapter in my personal history >]. 19 pages in MSW… most of mine are 12-15, in fact I don't remember ever getting anywhere near nineteen in the past. But this seemed like the best place to end it rather than earlier, I really didn't expect to have so much fun with a certain scene x]. Hope that's okay as for reading… I fixed a few things… I liked writing it, but I can't say I'm sure I'm any good at writing scenes like that. Oh well, we'll see the reviews. -Shutsup.-