Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 22. Mistakes ( Chapter 22 )

Dark_Angel- Thanks so much :D! Glad your keeping up, sorry this chapter took so long…

 

Marty's wet eyelashes fluttered open, as he'd felt a rush of ice-cold water smash against his face. Everything was blurry due to the water that had settled in his eye sockets, but he could feel a pain in the side of his head. He wiped his eyes quickly and sat up clumsily, as soon as he did a sharp, screaming ache shot to his forehead and he fell back.

 

“God dammit!” He pressed his palm against the spot where the pain was. It had felt as though someone had suddenly stabbed him straight above the eye, and even once he was settled again it stayed unbearable. “Who hit me?” He mumbled, seeing a blurred figured beside him that was wearing black clothes.

 

“I did,” Shane shrugged hesitantly. Now that Marty was awake he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Knock him out again? Warn Nathan? Tie him to his bed? Shane smirked as the ideas ran through his head, the last one sounded perfect.

 

“Shit,” Marty groaned. “Why so damn hard?” He rolled over and buried his head in the pillows, rubbing the bump on the back of his head.

 

“Well I had to knock you out,” Shane said. “Are you okay? Still planning on killing anyone?”

 

“Yeah, you,” Marty sat up as much as possible, one eye squeezed shut. “Get me Ibuprofen, would you, then you can live,” He groaned again and fell back on the pillow, rolling and writhing in pain. Shane rolled his eyes at the overdramatic show Marty was putting on. He gladly stood up from his seat and headed into the bathroom, shutting Marty's room door out of habit when he came back.

 

“Tony's ticked at me in't he?” Marty let out a sigh as Shane re-entered the room, he was lying still, looking at the ceiling. The pain was still there but he was forcing himself to ignore it.

 

“Well…” Shane paused as he set the glass of water on the stand next to the bed, and put the pills down next to it. “…Yeah, he is,” He admitted. “Nate's not here to kill us all, trust me,” He mumbled.

 

“Yeah, I know,” Marty shifted, speaking in a quiet, almost shy voice. “I just wanted to get back at Randy, you know? I mean, I wasn't like, in love with Tom or anything, but I…liked…him,” His sentence got really choppy by the end. He glanced at Shane in a suspicious manner and shoved the pills to the back of his throat, and the water followed. Shane watched Marty carefully; he definitely knew denial when he saw it.

 

“Were you in love with him?” He questioned. Marty froze up; no one had ever questioned him for as long as he could remember. There was a long pause and then Marty nodded quickly, in admitting it to Shane he finally admitted it to himself. He had been in love with Tom, but first Tom was asexual, then he was married, and now he was dead, it didn't matter.

 

“Shit, Shane,” Marty cursed himself. “Look, don't tell anyone I said that, I'm supposed to be this big emotionless heartless guy… and I am… I don't know where that came from, just forget it,” He spoke fast, thinking over every word he said after it left his mouth and wishing he hadn't said anything.

 

“Well you're definitely big,” Shane caught himself and his mouth went dry. “I mean… uh… reputation wise,” He swallowed, accidentally glancing down at the particular area between Marty's legs that he felt he'd unintentionally mentioned.

 

“I get it,” Marty chuckled. “The stuff I do is all over the news, but no one knows my name because no one knows who did it. I always wanted to be famous, this isn't what I had in mind,” He shrugged. “Anyway, I never wanted to be like Randy, but for some reason I'm jealous of him in a way…” His voice trailed off, wondering why he was telling Shane this. He'd never spoke of his thoughts, or personal issues before. Shane just seemed like such a good listener, the interested look on his face as Marty spoke made him want to keep talking.

 

“Well I've met Randy, and from what I've seen all he's got is some decent sized muscles and a bad temper. You got that, plus a heart, and don't deny it,” Shane implied. Marty lifted his arm and poked the upper part where a muscle was located.

 

“Think so?” He said, bending his arm and examining it. He didn't work out, or do much of anything that would have made him any stronger than anyone else.

 

“Bottom line,” Shane crossed his arms. “It's easy enough to tell you're not as much of a jerk as he is, I don't get why you'd want to be,” He stood up, picking up the empty glass and heading toward the door.

 

“Where you think you're going,” Marty stopped him half way. “You're still on my shit list, and I don't want to be alone, so you'd better come back,” He smirked. Shane said nothing and just continued out of the room, he figured it was best he didn't upset Marty anymore than he already had, and he did plan on coming back.

 

Marty had no trouble watching him leave, though he didn't want him to go. He wondered if Shane knew just how attractive he was, a guy like that couldn't possibly let his appeal go unnoticed. Marty remembered the clothes Shane had been wearing when they first met, it's hard to take someone seriously when they were wearing clothes like the ones he was. Shane had startled him in a way that day; something about the way he spoke, and looked made him tense. But he liked that he was becoming more relaxed around the guy, it was obvious to him that he was attracted to Shane, and he made no attempt to deny it. He liked the feeling of attraction; after all it was something he rarely experienced. He preferred women but the ones that caught his eyes were all the same, dramatic, over protective, everything he didn't like. Shane was smart, sweet, hot, and single? Who knows, who cares?

 

Sure, he'd loved Tom, and didn't intend on ever falling in love with anyone else, but he couldn't even remember the last time he'd had an actual girlfriend. Hell, he hadn't had sex with anyone beside Derek in a year, and that was hardly worthy of being considered sex, more like mindless fucking. He hadn't been on top ever since Derek started that shit, he always got it shoved in his hole and never got to put his dick into any of the three holes. He didn't exactly miss it, but he didn't know what he was feeling, just that Shane was on his crush list, no doubt.

 

“Exactly how long were to planning on having me stay here?” Shane sighed as he came back to Marty's room. “I said I'd be home a half hour ago,” His expression begged for sympathy, but Marty hardly even seemed to notice it.

 

“Hmm, we'll see,” He grinned sinisterly. Shane rolled his eyes and continued into the room, plopping down on the edge of the bed and staring down at his feet.

 

“How's the head ache?” He asked half-heartedly. Marty paused for a moment, headache? What headache? He didn't feel it anymore at all, it had disappeared in his thought and he hadn't noticed until then.

 

“Better,” Marty shrugged. “So I believe we were discussing my muscles and my heart,” He smirked arrogantly. He was trying to keep it from being completely obvious that he was no longer talking but flirting. Shane gave him a suspicious glare and raised an eyebrow. Before he'd left the room Marty seemed apprehensive to even open his mouth, now he seemed completely careless and social.

 

“Yeah…” Shane stood up slowly, feeling unsafe in his current location. He was only half way to his feet when he felt a firm grasp on his wrist that pulled him back with a quick jerk. He let out a cry of surprise as he was practically thrown down on the bed, his head smashing into the pillow. By the time he'd comprehended the situation and his eyes focused, he realized that he was on his back, Marty leaning over him in a suggestive position.

 

“Marty, what the hell are you doing,” He squirmed so that his head was no longer on the pillow but against the headboard, but he was still in the same basic situation.

 

“Showing you what I can do with my muscles,” Marty smirked. He brushed his pointer finger over the tip of Shane's nose before pushing him back down onto the pillow. Shane wanted to protest, say something; there were a million things he could have said to end this. Little did he know Marty would've let him up for the asking, but Shane just couldn't ask, sex was what he always, and it had been four whole days since he'd had it!

 

“And now,” Marty moved even closer and leaned down further. “Let me show you what I can do without my heart,” His lips were hardly an inch from Shane's. He really didn't want to go through with it if Shane wasn't for it, he just wasn't that type of person, and if Shane kissed him he'd know. He could feel himself hardening though, and Shane either needed to kiss him and get on with it, or he had to get up and jack off. He stayed patient, lips hovering now centimeters away from Shane's. Shane swallowed a moment, god dammit, why didn't the guy just kiss him? Finally he got tired of being frozen in such a position and lifted his head so that their lips met, softly at first. Marty smiled and kissed back, clinging to the younger man's shirt as their lips brushed together over and over again. Shane whined with need, feeling a talented tongue swept over his bottom lip, he subconsciously let his mouth fall open as his eyes fell shut.

 

As soon as he felt Shane's lips part, Marty slid his tongue into the warm, inviting mouth. Shane closed his mouth around the intruding tongue and began to suck on it. His pace was slow and he refused to release the tasteful muscle from his lips. His eyes stayed shut and he felt like he'd drifted off somewhere else, where he didn't have to worry about regret. He could hear Marty's moans of pleasure, their tongues now intertwined, yet still occupying the same mouth. Shane groaned as Marty thrust against him, he could feel his pants being unbuttoned as they loosened around his waist. Purposely pushing all negative thoughts from his mind, things that said what he was doing as wrong, Shane reached for the buttons on Marty's shirt.

 

Marty was in a hurry to remove their clothing, his pulsating member pressed against his pants, creating an easily visible bulge. He practically ripped Shane's pants off, throwing them on the ground, followed closely by his boxers. He pulled his lips from Shane's and looked down between Shane's legs, wrapping a hand around his hardening cock. Shane was just busy undoing the last button on Marty's shirt when his bottom half felt suddenly bear. He gasped and their lips parted and he felt warm fingers curl around his length. The hand started pumping him and he moaned loudly, clinging to Marty as if helpless. He was a little disappointed to realize that Marty so obviously preferred being on top, but he didn't mind taking it so much. He didn't understand why, but it seemed like guys automatically took him for a bottom boy, while he was usually on top. Maybe it was his sluttish personality, the fact that he would've bent over for anyone that asked.

 

All of the sudden all hands were removed from his body, which Shane wasn't pleased with. He opened his eyes to see Marty yanking his own pants down as quickly as possible, he was definitely in a hurry. Shane took advantage of the pause to remove his own shirt, and by the time Marty laid over him again, they'd both been stripped to their socks.

 

“Mmm,” Marty grinded his groin against Shane's, almost dry humping him as he moved up and down. Shane didn't know how, but the feeling of Marty's cock rubbing up against his over and over again was completely blissful. He paid no attention as Marty reached into the drawer of the nightstand, he just continued to thrust his hips against the other's. He watched intently as Marty pulled a tube out of the drawer and then shut it.

 

“Turn over,” Marty sat up onto his knees as he unscrewed the top to the lubricant. Shane flipped onto his back excitedly and as quickly as possible, laying with his head on the pillow and his butt in the air.

 

Marty smirked, watching the other man change positions from the corner of his eye as he squeezed some of the cream onto his finger. He tossed the tube to the side and placed his hands on the either side of Shane's ass. He kept the finger with the lube elevated as he leaned in to lick the puckering hole in front of him.

 

Shane grunted when he felt the wet tongue brush over his entrance, he hadn't expected a rim job. He gripped the edges of the pillow as Marty practically made out with his ass hole, pushing his tongue in and wrapping his lips around the rim. He was loving Shane's reaction, even though he was in horrible need himself, the whines and moans only made him harder.

 

“God, Marty,” Shane begged. “Fuck me, just do it,” He squeezed his fists around the pillowcase. Marty frowned at Shane's persistence but was glad to obey him, he leaned back and began working the lubricant into the hole. He didn't take time to make it perfect, assuming Shane wouldn't mind all that much.

 

“I'm not gonna use a condom…”

 

“Fine, okay, just go,” Shane was beyond ready, his hole was throbbing, by now he hardly cared what was shoved into him, just something, anything. Marty felt hurried and quickly aligned his cock at the entrance, stopping to breath, he always became breathless at the sight of this, and it had been so long. Feeling ready, he pushed in with one fast, hard thrust, moaning in pleasure as he ripped through the warm flesh. Shane let out a loud scream, one that could be heard throughout the whole house, let alone the room next-door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nathan was sitting in Tony's lap, arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Tony was cross-legged with his arms holding Nathan's body against him as they kissed each other slowly, gently, neither having the desire to stop anytime soon.

 

But Tony recognized that scream right away, it immediately caught his attention and he looked up, breaking their lips apart so suddenly that Nathan was confused to have lost the pair of lips he'd been kissing. He stared up at Tony as Tony stared at the wall to their left, it had come from Marty's room. He nudged Nathan off of him in alert, he had to make sure Shane was okay. The first thing that came to mind as he jumped off the bed was that Marty had woken up and was hurting Shane for knocking him out. He rushed down the hall and then paused just before his hand hit the doorknob. He could hear moans, heavy breath, grunts, some of them were coming from Marty, others he recognized as Shane's.

 

“Oh no,” He whispered to himself. “Oh fuck no,” He wanted to kick the door down and kill them both, especially Shane, how could he? “That fucking slut,” He fought the urge to punch the wall. He knew Shane and Jason's relationship wasn't his concern, but Jason deserved to know that this asshole was, and had been cheating on him. Shane was too much of a coward to tell Jason himself, even if he wanted to, and Tony was glad to. He flipped out his cell phone and went back down the hall to make sure they couldn't hear him.

 

“What are you doing?” Nathan asked in concern, already having an idea.

 

“I'm calling Jason, Shane's boyfriend,” He added a hateful emphasis on the word. It was final, Jason was just another quick fuck like every other one of Shane's boyfriends. Frankly he was sick of the guy's shit, thinking he could just cheat the way he was, sick of him all together.

 

“Why? I thought Shane was your friend, you shouldn't tell on him,” Nathan said.

 

“He deserves to know. Shane needs to learn a lesson anyway, he's obviously under the impression that he can just go around fucking with any guy he wants and get away with it,” Tony cursed. “He's been cheating on this kid since the first day they were going out, he even tried to do it with me. This is the last straw…” He chose Jason's name from his call list and put the phone to his ear. Nathan was stunned, mostly by the fact that Tony was willing to ruin his friend's relationship with one phone call, but then again he hardly knew enough about them to comment.

 

“Tony?” Jason asked, completely oblivious as to why Tony would be calling him for anything. Then again that was the reason they'd exchanged numbers in the first place.

 

“Hey, Jason,” Tony sighed, hearing the kids voice discouraged him. He'd never really liked Jason, and wasn't sure why he was doing this for him, but he liked to think he was helping Shane in the long run too.

 

“Hi, is Shane there? He said he'd be home an hour ago… I'm kind of getting worried… he's okay right?” Jason had been waiting by the television, not really watching anything, just waiting for the door to open and Shane to come back. They had to discuss the issue with Clark before it was too late, and on top of that, he missed him.

 

“I got some bad news,” Tony rubbed the back of his neck, hearing the concern in the other boy's voice. He so obviously cared for Shane and now Shane was up fucking some other man, what an ass. “I'm not sure how to say this, but I don't think you should stay with him anymore,” Tony suggested.

 

“Well…” Jason paused, wondering why Tony was suddenly telling him this, was he jealous? “Why, I want to… what's wrong with him?” He became a little nervous, he already had one guy telling him to break up with Shane, and really didn't need another.

 

“Because…” Tony thought of the best way to put it. “Aright, let's just make it plain, right now, he's upstairs getting his brains fucked out willingly, by another guy. Yesterday he made out with Derek… I just wish I'd told you sooner…”

 

“I don't believe you,” Jason stated. He didn't want to believe it, not at all, but the possibility that it may have been true nearly brought tears to his eyes.

 

“Believe it out not, Jason,” Tony sighed. “He's no good for you, all right, I just want you to let him go before you get too attached because if he hasn't already he will break your heart,” He said. Jason's eyes were full to bursting with tears, he blamed himself. If Tony was telling the truth, then it was his fault, he wouldn't let Shane have him, and how he'd taken the first other he could get. He held the phone in silence, he never should have gotten involved, Teresa was right, and she was always true to him, he'd left her for that guy. Shane had broken his heart, more than Tony knew, more than Jason had even suspected him to be able to.

 

“Jase?” Tony questioned, curious of the sudden silence and no reply.

 

“Thanks, Tony,” Jason said silently and closed the phone, not caring whether Tony had heard him or not. He needed to let it out, all he wanted to do was cry, but he refused to do it in such a public room and hurried up the stairs before he burst into tears.

 

 

 

“What if he's sorry?” Nathan asked, still not so sure about what Tony had just done. Tony paused and looked back at him, he didn't like the look on Nate's face though, it made him feel guilty.

 

“Sorry doesn't always cut it, Nate,” He sighed. “Come on, let's get back to our room,” Tony put his arm around Nathan's shoulder and headed back down into his room. He needed something to get his mind off this, to stop being reminded of just how pissed at him Shane would be, and Nathan could do just that.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane was easily ashamed of himself, there was a beautiful, sexy man lying next to him, unconscious, and all he could think about was Jason. He'd shoved all thoughts of him away just so he could get a few minutes of pleasure, what the hell was his problem? He knew he wouldn't like Jason's reaction, and knew the possibility they'd break up, but he had to tell the kid. He didn't even like Marty that way, he didn't know what had gotten into him. He thought after he'd gotten laid he'd feel normal again, but all he felt was regret and sorrow. His conscience would never be clear if he didn't tell Jason, and besides, it was better he heard it from Shane than anyone else, that way he could tell the truth, but let him know how sorry he was.

 

He just wanted to lay there for a while, but Jason was probably waiting for him, and he didn't want to put if off, so he got up. He was quiet putting his clothes on so that he didn't wake Marty, that may have lead to questioning.

 

A/N- Shane… YOU FUCKING SLUT! >[. Shane's sort of portrayed as the `bad guy' in this chapter x]. At least that's what I hoped for, he really fucks up his relationships with everyone, he's a pro at it after all. Yes… he's a moron in certain fields, but he'd also very dynamic, so that won't last forever ^--^.