Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 24. Self-Defense ( Chapter 24 )

Spirt- :D Jason has the balls to do almost anything… just hasn't found `em yet. As things go along they start to show more… god that sounds wrong. Anyway, unfortunately the only thing Chapter 24 really does is bring up more problems, Chapter 25 will be the same way… I've got a long way to go. I have a planned ending for this book, but then of course there's three more after that xD. Some of the problems that come up here won't be resolved until book two, but the major ones I'm focusing on now will, just not until the last few chapters.

 

It had hardly been five minutes and Jason was already regretting getting in a car with Clark. Clark didn't look happy, but he didn't look angry either, in truth Jason couldn't understand the expression at all and that was what scared him most about it. He almost wished he'd stayed at Shane's a while, or had someone else, anyone else drop him off at Clark's house. For all he knew Clark could have been planning to run them both off a cliff, then again, he wasn't that crazy.

 

“You know Jason,” He began as he slowed to a stop in front of a traffic light. “I really appreciate this,” He said. Jason wanted to look at him in askance but was afraid to turn his head and look at all; he just continued his stare at the license plate of the car in front of him. “You know I never looked at you as that much of a friend, but it's nice to know you're willing to spend a few days at my place after what I did. I can't decide if it's fear or loyalty, but either way I appreciate it,” He said. Jason wasn't really listening, his mind was on Shane, and on the phone call he'd received from Tony, he couldn't help but wonder who it was Shane had fucked. Probably Derek, Shane's original heartthrob, after all who wouldn't fuck his crush? Jason wouldn't.

 

“I'm sorry, too,” Clark sighed. That got Jason's immediate and undivided attention, Clark was sorry? Impossible. “I know you like him, and don't kid yourself, you still like him, but he's mine,” Jason wanted to laugh at him, he'd officially lost his mind, the possessiveness was getting old.

 

“He's all yours,” He snorted in somewhat agreement. Clark frowned, keeping his eyes on the road and his mouth shut. The downside of this whole break up was what Shane had said to Clark during the fight that afternoon. Clark tapped his hands on the steering wheel as the words that were exchanged played over in his head.

 

“What is your problem? Jesus, Clark, you said we were cool, leave me alone, it's over!”

 

“You should be mine, we belong together!”

 

“Just stop it. As long as Jason lives I'll never be yours, get over it,”

 

Clark bit the inside of his lip, eyes moved to his companion in the passenger seat but he stayed facing the road. As long as he lives. He thought, turning off the main highway on an exit that did not lead to his father's house. Luckily Jason not only wasn't paying attention, but he didn't know his way around, the plan was perfectly disguised. Honestly, of all the reasons for what Clark was about to do, it was mainly to make Shane regret what he'd said. Clark believed now that his persuasion wasn't going to cut it, he was going to have to use force, and eventually his target would submit.

 

Jason was starting to become a little nervous when the scenery had become nothing but forest around the street, as well as the fact that they'd been in the car for nearly forty-five minutes. He kept his mouth shut though, after all Clark was so very pleased with his false trust, he wanted to keep it that way. He almost wished Clark would say something, start talking to him to take his mind off the nervous feeling in his gut. He stared out the window, running his finger inside the crack between his pocketknife and cell phone, which were both in the same pants pocket.

 

“I gotta piss, bad,” Clark groaned, mostly to himself and pulled the car over to the side of the rode. They were officially in the middle of nowhere, the only ones on the street, and nothing but forest for miles ahead and miles back, the perfect place. He opened the car door quickly, taking the keys with him, and then came around to Jason's side. “You good? Or you wanna take a break too? It's about thirty miles to dad's place,” Clark asked. Jason paused, staring at him blankly for a moment, he hadn't expected Clark's dad to live this far out of the town he worked in. He sighed though, and decided that it was best he didn't make Clark stop again on the way there, who knew how long these woods went on. He nodded and opened his car door, making short note of the smirk that Clark wore as he stepped out of the way, pity he didn't think it over.

 

“I think there's a river not far back, that's where I'm headed,” Clark murmured, taking the lead, walking quickly in front of the other boy. Jason stared at the ground with every step he took, listening to the leaves crunch beneath his feet. Fall was coming, in his opinion the saddest season of the year, and just in time to match his betrayed feeling. All he could really think about was Shane, what they'd done, what Shane had done to him, how he'd been betrayed. He didn't understand why he'd become so attached, they'd only been together for two nights, he was only aware of the feel of that perfect kiss for two nights, only experiencing his first real relationship for two nights, only in love for two nights. Two nights, a lifetime, what difference did it make? He loved Shane, but Shane loved sex, something Jason wasn't ready to give.

 

He nearly jumped backwards when Clark stopped and whipped around. Letting out a squeal when his shoulders were squeezed, he was thrown against the thick oak tree that stood beside him, conveniently for Clark.

 

“What…” Jason could only get that short bit out before he felt rough lips and teeth devouring his neck. His hand's pressed on Clark's chest and shoulders, trying to push him away, wishing it would stop, he couldn't deal with this right now. Tears stung the sides of his eyes and he screeched as his felt a chunk of his skin being pulled into the other's mouth, the teeth digging into him hard. He struggled more now, unable to speak, but his hands were held behind the tree and his hips were pressed against it's trunk. Clark was grinding against him, he could feel the rock hard cock pressing against his thighs, practically humping him through his clothes.

 

“Clark,” Jason finally spoke. “S-stop! What are you doing!” He cried. He didn't get an answer, just a pair of merciless, insensitive lips against his own. He begged for it to stop in his head, he wasn't ever supposed to be kissed by a man, not any man but Shane.

 

“I'm…” Clark let out a moan and pressed their groins together hard. “I'm raping you, buddy, can't you tell?” With that his teeth were back on Jason's neck, nipping and sucking at the skin violently. Jason's eyes widened when he heard this, and thinking quickly, he gathered all the strength he had and yanked his hands out of the other boy's hold, throwing him off. He lost balance after bending his leg, catching Clark by surprise when a knee smacked into his crotch. They both fell, Jason onto his back, and Clark to his knees, holding his balls in pain, but he wasn't about to let the little shit get away.

 

Jason pushed himself onto his hands, then to his knees and crawled a few steps before pushing up so he could get back on his feet and run. He was half way there when a heavy weight crashed onto his back, forcing him down onto his stomach where he was held in place.

 

“Fucker! I'm going to fuck your ass so hard!” Clark growled, keeping their bodies pressed together as he crawled up Jason's so that his head was rested above the other boy's.

 

“W-why!” Jason squirmed beneath him, though it was obvious that he couldn't move. “I did what you said! Let me go!” He cried, hearing the sound of pants being unzipped. “NO!” He yelled in desperation, he flipped over, and Clark fell off of him, thrown to the side once again. Jason was panicked by the angry look on Clarks face as he got up, and the only think that came to mind was his pocketknife. Yes! He thought, reaching quickly into his pocket, he felt two items in there but with the little time he had, he chose the first one he came in contact with.

 

It happened quickly, Clark lunged at him in the manner of a pouncing wolf, taking down its prey. Jason hadn't planned on it, he'd only wanted to use the knife so Clark would have backed off. But as he opened the blade in front of his chest, eyes sealed shut, and Clark's body crashed down on top of his, a painful cry, everything fell suddenly still.

 

Jason breathed heavily, Clark was on him, the weight was there, but he wasn't moving, he wasn't doing anything. Jason opened his eyes in alarm and stared down at the boy on top of him, he saw Clark's hair, spread over his neck, his face pressed against his chest. His arms were limp, one of his fingers twitched and all Jason could do was stare. He felt the warm blood flow over his hand, which held a small green pocketknife; Clark was dead… or dying. Jason's eyes widened, shit, Clark's dead, I killed him! He threw the body off of him, dropping the knife that was lodged in Clark's chest and crawling away from it. He stopped a moment, hearing a choked moan from the other man, he was still alive, alive but not capable of sexual assult, perfect. Jason crawled over to him quickly, leaning over his face he stared down at his ex-friend.

 

“Clark!” He pushed the hair out of Clark's face, and stared him in his dying eyes. “Shit Clark, I didn't mean it, I'll call the cops, you'll be fine, all right, you'll be okay,” Jason dug in his pocket for his cell phone and looked at the screen, no bars, no service.

 

“Fuck!” He wanted to throw the phone against a tree but he resisted the urge feeling a hand grasp his pant leg.

 

“Son of a bitch, Jason,” Clark gagged. “Don't be such a saint,” He scowled as best he could, but with those being his last words, all life left him. Jason stared in horror, not wanting to believe what he was seeing, he'd killed a man, it was self-defense, it was an accident, but the blood was on his hands. Shit, he'd never even killed anyone in the war, now he killed Clark, his knife was sticking right out of the guy's chest, and he was dead.

 

A drop of water fell upon the top of his hand, washing away the blood that was partly dried there. He cursed and looked up, feeling a few more drops upon his nose and cheeks, it was going to rain, and by the looks of the sky it wouldn't be light. Making a quick decision Jason pushed to his feet, he'd get out of the woods, take Clark's car, find service and tell the police exactly what happened.

 

They'd walked a lot further than he'd thought, and when he finally found the road, it was pouring rain. He could see the car only a few yards down the road and rushed toward it. Luckily the drivers side door was unlocked, and he was able to climb right in. He shivered there in the dry car for a moment before his hand fell upon the ignition, but there was no key in it.

 

“Shit!” He groaned and threw his head back, remembering that Clark had taken the keys with him. He looked back through the rear view mirror, the rain was falling even heavier now and he wasn't even sure exactly where the body was, there was no way he was going to go back for them. He thought about hotwiring it, but he had no idea how, so as a last resort he pulled out his cell phone. He flipped it open and checked the screen, a hopeful smile crossing his lips as three bars were displayed on the screen.

 

His thumb hovered over the nine but he stopped himself, Clark's dad was the cops, and he'd just killed the guy's son. Sure it was self-defense, and an accident, but how could he have proved that? Not to mention Clark's father would be looking for someone to blame, anyone but his own son, that's just how things worked. Deciding quickly, he moved his thumb over and pressed the four button on the phone, activating a speed dial. Shane was his best bet, he had a car, and he had to at least have sympathy for something like this, he would have to come pick Jason up. That is, if he actually picked up the phone, it just kept ringing. Jason cursed and hit the end button when the voice message came on, what the hell was Shane doing that was so important that he couldn't answer his phone? Jason sighed and opened his call list, he hated to ask Tony yet another favor, after all they were hardly friends, but Raj and Teresa didn't have access to a car, and no one else he knew was close enough to pick him up. He shivered and shook, thinking about what he'd just done, what happened, and what was out there in those woods at the moment, how the hell was he going to get out of this?

 

 

 

 

Marty sighed, when he'd told Tony he'd watch his cell phone and take his calls, he'd been hoping no one would call. But since Tony was busy, on the job, upstairs with his traitor boyfriend, he figured it wouldn't hurt him too much to pick up.

 

“Hello,” He said casually into the phone.

 

“Hello! Tony? It's Jason” Jason cried thankfully into the phone.

 

“No, this is Marty, who is this?” Marty was a little concerned by the voice that replied, whoever it was sounded scared and as if he was in hurry, something Marty didn't want to deal with.

 

“Marty?” Jason frowned, not recognizing the name. “W-well, is Tony there, I don't know what to do, I'm scared… I just… I killed this guy, I mean… can you get him?” Jason wasn't sure if he'd regret telling whoever this man was what he'd done, but for some reason it was hard for him to keep it inside, he was terrified.

 

“He's really busy, you killed someone? Are you all right?” Marty asked.

 

“I'm okay, but I don't have the car keys and I'm stuck out here, it's raining really hard and I just need someone to get me, it was an accident I swear, I didn't mean to… he…”

 

“It's okay, kid,” Marty cut him off. “I'll come get you, all right, where are you?” He asked. Jason paused a moment, he wasn't sure where he was, but he vaguely remembered a street sign just as the scenery turned from buildings and development to nothing but trees and a beat up road.

 

“Razor!” The street name came to him. “Do you know where Razor is? It's right off the turn pike on 83, I think I'm near a park or something, I'm not sure, I'm about ten miles down that road,” He said.

 

“I'll be right there, okay? Forty-five minutes at most!” Marty replied, he knew exactly where Jason was talking about.

 

“Okay, thanks so much!” Jason said, and then he was hung up on. He sighed thankfully, glad that someone was coming to get him, though it was someone he didn't even know. He curled up in the drivers seat, hugging himself and trying to keep warm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was startled by a loud honk that came from his left and his head snapped back. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed the headlights, but he felt as though he'd been waiting so long, he hadn't even been thinking about being rescued. There were a few more loud honks before Jason finally decided to get up and out. He made sure he had his phone and then went to open the door, knowing he'd have to be quick about it if he didn't want to get even wetter than he already was. But as soon as he opened the door and was out in the rain, it was as if he was already completely soaked again. He jumped into the other car as quickly as possible and snuggled into the dry passenger seat, shivering.

 

“Here,” The man in the driver's seat handed him two towels and Jason smiled, taking them gladly, that was thoughtful of him. “So where're you headed?” Marty asked cheerfully. He put the car in drive and started forward, normally he would've done a U-turn but he could hardly see anything.

 

“Um…” Jason paused a moment, not sure about the answer to his question. He doubted this guy would be willing to take him all the way home, and he'd done so much to help already that Jason didn't even want to ask. “Do you know Shane?” He decided.

 

Marty paused a moment at the question, wondering now what this boy and Shane's relationship was. Tony had given him a short, ugly version of the outcome of what they'd done, and he mentioned something about a boyfriend, Marty hadn't really been listening.

 

“Yeah,” He finally replied.

 

“Do you know where he lives?” Jason asked. Marty held back the urge to let out and irritated sigh, he didn't know where Shane lived, and by the voice expression, this kid didn't know the way there either.

 

“No, I don't. But I can take you back to my place and he can get you from there if you like, or Tony could take you back once he's not busy,” Marty suggested. Jason sighed and nodded, noticing that the guy was probably thinking of him as a pain in the ass by now.

 

“I'm really sorry about this, I don't know what happened. He tried to…hurt… me and I -I didn't mean to kill him. Clark was always an asshole, I guess,” He stared down at his hands, picking at his fingernails.

 

“Clark?” Marty asked, now showing interest.

 

“Yeah, Clark Bates, you know him?” Jason replied.

 

“Vaguely,” Marty thought about his situation for a moment. His current job was to turn in or take out whoever Norm wanted dead or in his custody. Assuming he actually gave a damn about his son, he'd most likely want the killer…

 

“He was mad because I got with his ex-boyfriend whom he still likes, and so he tried to rape me and it just happened…” Jason explained. He sighed, letting his voice trailed off, making note not to explain it in such a pitiful way to the cops if it ever came to that.

 

“Sounds like a love story,” Marty chuckled. Jason sneered and shot him a glare, he really didn't find any of this funny. Marty noticed it but kept a smirk on “So you're Shane's boyfriend, then?” He implied.

 

“Ex-boyfriend,” Jason replied firmly. “He cheated me three times in two days, and then he tried to hide it all, he's a whore and he deserves Clark, too bad he's dead,” By the end he was speaking in a low growl. “He hit on Tony, frenched with Derek and fucked… some other guy. Tony called me and told me about all of this, all that in two fucking days… less than two days!” He glared out the window at nothing, unable to see more than street lights through the thick rain. Talking about the whole occurrence was getting him even more pissed off than he originally had been.

 

Marty cleared his throat, staring at the road, he hadn't known Shane had a boyfriend… but this one was just a little edgy. No wonder Shane had fucked someone else, oh wait, he was that someone.

 

“So how do you know him?” Jason asked after a pause of silence between both of them.

 

“Shane?” Marty coughed. “Well… I'm the other guy,” He slouched in his seat, pressing his lips together and trying not to smile.

 

“Oh,” Jason simply looked away from him.

 

“I never would've started it had I known he was already with someone…” Marty explained. “I guess I didn't really care about that, it was my fault, sorry,” He said.

 

“It's not your fault,” Jason sighed. “You're nice,” He ended it there, he really didn't feel like talking to this guy anymore.

 

“Thanks,” Marty replied with an awkward voice expression. “Aright, I'm gonna take you back to my place and then Tony can take you back to Shane's whenever, all right?” Marty explained. Jason simply nodded and focused his attention on the woods outside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jason just felt unwelcome in that house, like he simply didn't belong. He hadn't met up with anyone beside Marty yet, and he'd been sitting in the kitchen listening to music and thinking for almost fifteen minutes. Tony wasn't in any hurry to leave it seemed, and Jason didn't want to rush him, but he was getting nervous about just being there.

 

He heard footsteps and froze up, eyes moving to the floor, hoping whoever it was wouldn't speak to him, hoping mostly that it was Tony coming to take him home.

 

“Who're you?” Derek gave him an uninviting look as he walked into the kitchen. Jason's head snapped up, staring at the man who had just spoken to him, but he couldn't get any words out. “Hello?” Derek mocked, turning on the water at the sink and rolling up his sleeves.

 

“I'm waiting for Tony to take me back home,” He cringed. The fact that he'd just accidentally called Shane's house home bothered him, he didn't want to start seeing that place as his home.

 

“Whoop-dee-doo, you have a name, don't you?” Derek asked; Jason nodded. “Well, what is it?” He was obviously annoyed.

 

“Jason,” Jason blurted out his name quickly and then fell silent, looking away again.

 

“Oh,” Derek smirked. “You are pretty cute, I imagined you taller,” He teased, drying off his hands and coming to take a seat at the table. “How old are you like seventeen? Shane's a little out of your league isn't he?”

 

Jason's mouth fell open but he didn't know what to say. He was right, that's why it hadn't worked out, why they hadn't lasted, Shane was way out of his league. He felt like an idiot again, for even starting this, for even trying to keep a relationship with someone who was so much more experienced than he was.

 

“It doesn't matter, We broke up,” Jason slouched.

 

“Awe, well, then Shane's single?” Derek didn't really seem to care. Jason's eyes narrowed but he kept his eyes on the floorboards as he nodded.

 

“And you're single?” Derek asked again. Jason nodded again. “Sweet, wanna make out?”

 

Jason's neck snapped up, giving Derek a deranged look. He didn't even have to ask the guy his name, not only was the voice similar to the one on the phone, the rude and perverted personality was too. Derek just winked at him with a sinister smile upon his lips.

 

“Derek, don't even,” Tony's hair was down and everywhere. It'd been a while since either of them had seen him without the shaggy pony tail sticking out of the back of his head. Now it looked like he'd woke up from a nightmare and hadn't bothered to run a brush through it, but they both knew that wasn't the case.

 

“Party Pooper, where's Nathan?” Derek stood up and strode over to him.

 

“Upstairs, he passed out a little while ago, Jason, you ready to go?” Tony asked, tossing the car keys into the air and catching them. Jason nodded quickly and stood up, he was more than ready thanks to Derek.

 

“You owe me for the other night, remember?” Derek smirked, leaning against the doorframe next to Tony.

 

“Not now,” Tony insisted, turning to leave. Derek caught his arm and pulled him back.

 

“Now, pedophile” He demanded, coming awfully close to Tony's face.

 

“Fuck you,” Tony jerked away from him. Derek gave him a pouting lip but gave up. “Come on Jase,” With that he headed for the door. Jason hurried to follow, not sure what they'd been arguing over before, but he was sure he didn't want to know.

 

Derek gave him a good slap on the ass as he went by. Jason whipped around, almost stumbling over, blushing deeply with one hand on the spot he'd been hit.

 

“See-ya,” Derek winked and then he was out of site. Jason swallowed and hugged himself as he continued toward the exit. He wasn't sure this day could've gotten any worse…

 

 

A/N- Of all the slow updates I've had, this one has got to be the worst by far! Almost an entire month after my last update, wow I am a slacker. Well, I guess one part of it is I've been more focused on the two other stories I'm currently writing (Different Eyes, Different Colors and Beware the Broken) but hopefully the next one won't take so long. Sorry for the wait… I hope I still have readers xD. Review please!