Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 21. Knock Out ( Chapter 21 )

Shane and Jason had stayed out much later than they'd originally expected to. After having dinner at a small place called Fiesta Jalapeños Shane suggested going for a walk around town. He was surprised not only because Jason agreed to it, but also because he was so enthusiastic about the idea. In truth most guys Shane had dated, and even his past and present friends had never really liked walking. Yet he saw other couples, heterosexual ones walking all over the place when he was alone. But no matter, it was nice to finally have someone who he didn't have to beg into taking a walk with him.

 

They walked up and down the city streets, not stopping for anything, holding hands, attracting mostly giggling and pointing fan girls or disapproving glares. Shane noticed most of them, and found it quite amusing, especially when someone they passed looked as though he or she were going to gag. Jason spoke when he was spoken to, but otherwise he just leaned against Shane and looked as though he were off somewhere else. Shane would just stare at him for long periods of time, wondering what he was thinking. It didn't seem like the thoughts were negative due to the fact that he was smiling, but Shane still wished he knew.

 

They could hear the sound of the television in the room over when the got back to the house. Jason took one step to many inside and Shane pulled him back by the arm, spinning him around and pushing him up against the door.

 

“I'm not done with you,” He placed his hands below Jason's waist, hooking his thumbs just inside the rim of his pants. Jason bit his lip and blushed, knowing he was about to receive a kiss.

 

“Five minutes in the back seat wasn't enough for you?” He chuckled. After the walk Shane had somehow gotten Jason into the backseat of his car for a long, sweet make out cession. Shane could hardly think of anything he liked more than back seat sex, but they'd been in a public parking lot, and Jason still didn't seem open to it.

 

“I'm not sure I'll ever get enough of you…” Shane pressed his lips gently against Jason's, moving as close as he could. Jason threw his arms around Shane's neck and kissed back. Shane's eyes narrowed when he felt a set of rude knuckles interrupting him by knocking on the back of his head. He broke apart their lips and turned around to see Teresa scowling at him.

 

“Can I please use the door?” She asked in an irritated tone, crossing her arms. She was pretty much over Jason, but what she didn't need was to have to watch he and her competition kiss each other's brains out while all she wanted to do was leave the house.

 

“Sorry,” Shane said half-heartedly. They both stepped out of the way; she'd ruined the moment anyway.

 

“Where are you going?” Jason asked quickly, just before she slammed the door shut in his face. Jason stared, worried by the fact that she still seemed so angry with him, it really killed his mood, he didn't want to lose her as a friend.

 

“She'll be okay,” Shane rubbed his shoulder with a shrug. Jason nodded slowly, but he wasn't so sure. Teresa had never been this emotional about anything, and she'd definitely never slammed a door in his face. Then again, all that was before she found out he was gay, or bisexual, or whatever; before he'd cheated on her with a guy he hadn't even known for a full year yet.

 

Both of them were quiet as they headed up stairs, Jason in front, neither holding the other's hand as they had been all day. Shane was concerned, he was pretty sure this wouldn't last long, but Jason had become quiet and shy, he obviously had too much he'd taken into his own hands. Jason stopped by his room door and turned to Shane with a rather blank look. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He rubbed the back of his neck and his eyes moved to the floor.

 

“This is my stop, then,” He shrugged, opening the door slowly, but not turning his back on Shane.

 

“I can't come in?” Shane frowned, this put a damper on things. He'd considered the possibility of getting some that night during the day, the way they'd been acting.

 

“I'm tired, maybe we should both just go to bed?” Jason nodded, backing into his room. Shane wasn't sure if he was asking or telling, but he just shrugged and nodded back.

 

“Okay then, goodnight,” Shane leaned closer, he had to at least get a goodnight kiss. Jason paused for a moment when Shane's face got so close to his, at first he wasn't positive what he wanted. He swallowed and gave Shane a short kiss and then backed further into the room.

 

“Yeah, night,” He said and then proceeded to shut the door. Shane stood in front of the room until the door latched, he knew why Jason had suddenly become so disappointing in his actions, but he'd really gotten his hopes up. He sighed and stuck his hands in his pants pockets, deciding that sex wasn't something he had a right to get his hopes up about anyway. He liked to think that he didn't care that he'd neglected to take advantage of four chances to get laid in the past two days, but he honestly did. He didn't wish he'd taken Derek up on his offer, just that he'd been more persistent about it with Jason in the car, or before they left the house that morning. Either way it was too late, hopefully things would be cleared up the next day.

 

He made plans to stop by Marty's for a bit the next day, talk to Tony and check how things were going with Nathan. He figured he may have been expected to spend more time there, and he was after all learning to like it, maybe Jason would come along. Probably not… He sighed and fell back onto his pillow, staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jason's eyes snapped open, feeling a firm grip on his wrists, and a weight on his back. His face was pressed into the pillow and he was lying on his stomach, someone was holding him down.

 

“You awake?” He didn't completely recognize the voice, the words had been slurred and unclear, but it wasn't Shane.

 

“What?” Jason struggled beneath the strong hold, not exactly sure what was happening to him. “What's going on!” He squirmed, but he couldn't break free. The other man shushed him and leaned down, nuzzling Jason's neck, lips brushing up against his ear. Jason froze and swallowed, the first thing that came to mind was that he was being raped, and he had no idea what to do with the thought.

 

“Don't move,” The voice was clearer now. “Just listen and nothing's going to happen tonight,” He spoke straight into Jason's ear, kissing and nipping it between words every once in a while.

 

“Clark?” Jason was suddenly alert and started squirming again, he didn't know why this was happening; he just knew he wanted it to stop. He wasn't getting very far by struggling; Clark was annoyed but had no trouble holding the smaller boy in place. “What do you want!” Jason growled as he stopped writhing.

 

“I've never really been attracted to you,” Clark whispered, nuzzling Jason's hair, breathing over his neck and sending chills down the boy's spine. “But you are cute, and I wouldn't mind chaining you to my bed as a punishment,” He hissed. Jason's eyes widened and he jerked his wrist back as a sad escape attempt.

 

“For what!” He scowled. “What the hell!” He tried to twist himself onto his back, but once again only succeeded in irritating his attacker.

 

“I don't have a problem with you in general, but judging by what I've seen any relationships you have with Shane have got to go, by tomorrow night. Otherwise I swear to god I'll fuck you so hard you'll lose out your small intestines the next time you take a shit,” Clark's soft tone was turning into a threatening growl.

 

“You can't do that!” Jason wriggled beneath him, jerking from side to side; then again even if he did break free he didn't know what good it would do.

 

“I can try,” Clark smirked. “Bottom line, if things continue the way they are now you're not going to end up too happy in the long run. He likes you; you'll easily get in the way. So I'm giving you a chance to get out of my way,” Clark warned.

 

“He's not yours!” Jason scoffed. “For your information you're not the only one who likes him, and you don't have a right to do this! He doesn't even like you!” Clark let go of one of Jason's wrists and flipped him onto his back. He looked mad, insane, his eyes flamed as he wrapped his hands around Jason's throat.

 

“I can kill you,” He calmed his voice, watching Jason gasp for breath. Jason gagged, squeezing Clark's arms in desperation; the idiot was actually going to kill him. “And I will,” Clark threatened. “Nod if you understand,” He said. Jason didn't nod, he'd barely heard what Clark said, to panicked, he felt like he was going to faint.

 

“Nod if you understand!” Clark yelled to get his point through quicker. Jason nodded immediately and his throat was released so that he could breath.

 

“Shane doesn't find out about this, you break up with him, and tell him you don't ever want to see him again,” Clark told him. “Otherwise I'll have a whole list of painful things I can do to you by the end of tomorrow, are we clear?” He asked. Jason was still steadying his breath as he nodded quickly, just wanting to get Clark out of the room as soon as possibly.

 

“Good,” Clark stood up off him. “See-ya then,” He leaned over and kissed Jason on the forehead, brushing his hair out of his face. He wasn't really sure if Jason would do it or not, but at least he'd gotten a point through. With that he left the room, hearing Jason's breath settle just as he shut the door.

 

Jason stared at the door, hating the fact that Clark would do something like that to him, for a man who apparently didn't even like him. Clark had never been that great of a friend, but now he was an enemy, and Jason could hardly think of any way around this. The Police maybe, but he had to keep in mind that the captain of the police in his area just happened to be Clark's father. He had to try something, he didn't want to leave Shane, he really liked Shane. If he told someone they'd protect him, Shane would for sure, and Clark probably wouldn't hurt him. Jason closed his eyes; he'd have to tell Shane, definitely, as soon as possible.

 

 

 

 

 

The clock read 4:00 PM when Jason opened his eyes; it was a lot later than he should've woken up, later than he ever had in the past. He threw the blankets off immediately and jumped out of bed. He could hardly believe he'd slept in so late. He ran across the hall into the bathroom and checked the clock that hung on the wall, sure enough, it was 4 PM. He hurried to the end of the hall and threw open Shane's door, but the bed was made up and the room was empty. Jason ran a hand threw his hair, why had he slept so late, he remembered going to bed at 2 AM, and then later being woken up by Clark—

 

“He left,” From behind him came the last voice he wanted to hear. He turned around slowly with a half scared; half annoyed look on his face. Clark shrugged and leaned against the wall. “Around 3:30. He and I got in a fight and he went off to Tony's house, asked me to tell you he'd be back around five, so you got time,” He said. Jason nodded and stepped around him, heading toward the stairs. He stopped half way and turned back toward Clark.

 

“Did you drug me?” He asked, scratching the back of his head. Clark shrugged and nodded his head back and forth; after all he didn't have any reason to want Jason to sleep in later. Jason looked down in thought; he'd never even come close to sleeping in that late in the past, why that day?

 

“You might want to brush your hair before you go down there,” Clark advised. “It's everywhere,” He said. Jason sighed and turned into the guest room again, picking up his comb and began running it through the knots in his hair. Clark was right, it was everywhere, more than usual, not only that but he was sweating all over, and the right leg of his pants was rolled part way up his ankle, he must've done a lot of rolling around that night. Maybe he'd had a dream? But that wouldn't have caused him to sleep in so late. He fell back onto his bed in a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair, which he found to be greasy and sweaty. He groaned and stood up, heading back into the bathroom, he needed a shower.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Hey Shane,” Tony smiled as Shane came into the kitchen where he and Marty sat. Tony was in a good mood, he'd spent a lot of the day so far up stairs in his room with his new lover. The fact that he finally had someone he could talk to about it, now that Shane had come through the door made things even better.

 

“Hey, what'd I miss?” Shane asked enthusiastically. Tony shot up from his seat and strolled over to Shane, pushing him into the corner of the kitchen to make sure Marty wasn't listening.

 

“You have no idea,” Tony whispered, grinning widely. Shane cocked his head, finding Tony's exhilaration a little frightening.

 

“What happened, you get a blowjob or something?” He chuckled. Tony raised an eyebrow at him and frowned, stepping back a little, how'd he know?

 

“Well…” Tony shrugged shortly, and nodded. Shane stared blankly for a moment, how the hell would he have dug up someone to suck him off, assuming he hadn't gone out anywhere that day. Derek was a possibility but Shane didn't see Tony letting a guy do that to him, and especially not Derek. “And that's not all that happened either,” He covered his mouth, muffling his voice as much as needed. When it hit him Shane's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

 

“You didn't!” He grinned. “Oh my god, he didn't, did he?” He was happy for Tony, Nate was definitely an adorable kid, and his ass was so…

 

“All right shut up, I got a phone call,” Marty snapped at them as he took out his vibrating cell phone. Tony turned and glared at him, stepping back from Shane and sitting down across from Marty at the table. Shane crossed his arms and stayed in the corner, wondering why Tony hadn't just left the room so they could talk.

 

“All right, I'll bite,” Marty sighed after he'd put the phone to his ear. He knew it was Randy, and Randy had been trying to call him for almost two days, he'd ignored it long enough.

 

“Why the hell didn't you answer your phone before!” Randy pounded his fist onto the counter.

 

“Well, if you want me to be honest I have to say I didn't answer it because I knew it was you,” Marty chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Tony swallowed, having a feeling just by the few things Marty had said that it was Randy, which probably meant the call had something to do with Nathan.

 

“Whatever, I'm not in the mood, you know one of my guys has gone missing?” Randy forced himself to calm down, just eager to get this over with. After all, if he spoke to fast, Marty may have acted too fast, and that would've ended badly.

 

“I don't know what makes you think I care,” Marty mumbled.

 

“Nathan,” Randy began. “At first I thought for sure that Tony was telling the truth until I was informed that the two had a thing for each other. It never occurred to me because Tony's straight…”

 

“What are you talking about? You're saying those two…” Marty glanced at Tony and stopped talking, not wanting to leave Tony any time to cover up anything he'd done.

 

“I don't know, I don't want to know, but what I think is that you got my little fifteen year old orphan kid somewhere in your house, and Tony's hiding him there,” Randy explained. “Now, I'm willing to offer you…” He was cut off with the sound of the cell phone being shut, followed by a dial tone. He'd fucked it up now, if he was right then Marty would probably end up killing Nate, if only the guy was a better listener.

 

Marty set his phone down and glared at Tony for a bit, judging the heavy breath and nervous expression that he was wearing. His cheeks were red and he was tapping his fingers on the table, looking around at practically everything but avoiding Marty's eyes. All of the sudden Marty shot up from his chair and headed straight out of the kitchen, toward the stairs.

 

“Marty, wait!” Tony sped after him, running past him and blocking the staircase. “Just wait a minute, you can't do this to…” Marty grabbed him by his lips and through him down and out of the way.

 

Shane was quick to follow him up the stairs, hopping over Tony, considering he may not have had time to stop and help him, he only had one thing on his mind. He was cautious following Marty, a silver candlestick in one hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nathan was playing an arcade game on Tony's laptop, sitting cross-legged on the bed when the door flew open and Marty stormed in at first site of him. He gasped and pushed the computer off himself, backing against the wall as Marty came toward him with an outstretched right hand and a gun in his left. Nate struggled just to back away, but he hardly moved two feet before a strong hand gripped his shoulder and jerked him forward.

 

“Sorry kid,” Marty put the gun to Nathan's chest. “An eye for an eye,” He said. Nathan sealed his eyes shut and bit his lip, waiting for it to happen. Marty was only a moment from pulling the trigger when he felt something bash him in the back of his head. He only had a few seconds to acknowledge what had happened before he fell unconscious, but fortunately those few seconds were spent wondering what had hit him rather than pulling the trigger. He toppled backward and landed on his back at Shane's feet, completely knocked out. Shane sighed and set the candlestick on the nightstand by Tony's bed.

 

“Moron,” He looked down at Marty. He knew he'd be in deep trouble when Marty woke up, but he couldn't have let the guy just shoot the kid while he just stood there. Not to mention he didn't really see Marty as a bad person, and felt he would be making a mistake by killing especially Nathan, Tony would've never forgiven him.

 

“Oh my god, Nathan,” Tony was glad just to see that Nate was alive, ignoring the fact that his somewhat feared leader was lying on the floor. He rushed into the room, jumping onto the bed and taking the boy's small form into his arms. “Are you okay,” Tony ran his hands over Nathan's body, searching for scratches, bruises, bullet holes or anything Marty may have done to him.

 

“I'm fine,” Nate nodded and wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, nuzzling him, he'd thought he was going to die. The weird thing was, Nathan didn't think he was afraid of death. He'd thought about suicide at least a hundred times, and he'd attempted it twice. But having that gun held to his chest, and no chance to escape was the most terrifying thing he'd been through in a very long time.

 

“He's okay right?” Tony looked back over his shoulder as Shane bent down and picked up Marty's arms by his wrists. “He's alive?” Tony nodded. Shane nodded back assuringly, he'd wake up with a headache and a lump where he'd been hit, but he'd be fine; physically anyway.

 

“He's okay,” He started dragging Marty's body toward the door. He wanted to be there to explain himself when Marty woke up, not to mention this was his responsibility in a way. Leaving the room it crossed his mind that he probably would not be home by 5:00 like he'd told Clark.

 

“Whoa, what the hell happened?” Derek stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck to find a possibly dead man at his feet. “Is he dead?” He nudged Marty's side with his toes.

 

“No,” Shane said. “Could you give me a hand here?” He asked.

 

“Shame,” Derek chuckled. “Nah, it's okay, you can do it,” He grinned and then continued down the stairs. Shane scowled at him but didn't waste time, he pulled on Marty's arms, pulling him down the hall and into his room. When he was close enough to the bed, Shane made an attempted to pick him up, sliding his hands under Marty's body. But he was so heavy that he ended up being dropped with a thud. Shane cursed and wrapped his arms around Marty under his armpits, practically hugging him, he lifted his body up and threw Marty onto the bed. He straightened his shirt and grumbled to himself before turning Marty over and repositioning him so that his head was on the pillow. He snickered to himself, Marty looked drunk, his mouth was hanging open and he was drooling, not so very gracious while he was unconscious.

 

 

 

 

 

“God, I thought I'd lost you already,” Tony chuckled slightly, trying not to make a big deal of the whole occurrence. He had to admit to himself that he'd been scared when he first got the idea that Marty knew, after what they'd done and decided the night before.

 

“Oh, that's okay,” Nate replied.

 

“What do you mean?” Tony raised an eyebrow, not certain what Nathan was trying to say. “What do you mean that's okay?” He asked.

 

“Well, I mean, you have lots of friends,” Nate shrugged, not certain if he was saying the right thing, Tony didn't look comforted, he didn't even look happy.

 

“It doesn't work that way, Nate,” Tony placed his hands on the boy's small shoulders. “It doesn't work that way at all, you're not just expendable like that, and don't ever think you are, I care about you,” Tony gave him a very serious, very concerned look.

 

“You do?” Nathan looked hopeful, yet hurt. People had told him they cared before, Randy had, even his mother had. And every time he discovered that they really couldn't have cared less.

 

“Of course,” Tony assured. “What do you think this means?” He ran a hand gently threw Nathan's jet-black locks of hair.

 

“What what means?” Nathan asked. Tony cocked his head, a small wicked smile hidden behind a comforting one.

 

“This,” He put a single finger under Nathan's chin and lifted his head so their eyes were level. He leaned forward slowly and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on Nathan's lips. Nathan blushed after their lips parted again and looked down at his sweating hands in attempt to hide it.

 

“Tony…” He smiled half-heartedly, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you love me?” He'd been thinking over the question in his head, but it had practically snuck out of his lips. Tony fell silent, staring at the boy's questioning face, he wanted to answer quickly, but he didn't want his answer to be a lie. Nathan saw the discouragement in his eyes and immediately knew he shouldn't have asked.

 

“Don't answer that, never mind,” Nathan said quickly. “It's too soon, I'm sorry,” He nodded his head back and forth. Tony looked down in guilt, creating a long pause between them.

 

“I…” Nathan paused. “I just… I think I love you,” He shrugged and bit his bottom lip, looking up at Tony, expression begging for a considerably positive answer. Tony stared blankly for a moment, he was really bad with this kind of stuff, love, he wasn't even sure he'd ever been in love before. Not knowing what else to do he leaned forward and took Nathan into his arms, holding him close he placed a kiss atop the boy's head. Nathan sighed to himself and hugged back, both of them stayed perfectly silent.