Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 25. Love and Denial ( Chapter 25 )

Tinkle Time Kelly- Thank you! ^--^. I wouldn't do that… after all, writers are supposed to earn reviews, not bribe readers for them xD. Thanks again and I hope you like this chapter :].

 

At the first stop light they hit Tony tied his hair back into a messy ponytail, letting strands hang down on the sides of his face. Jason watched him sub-consciously; he was cute, in a mean annoying jock-ish sort of way. He sighed and looked down at his hands, making the decision that if he was going to go back to being straight, he wasn't going to judge guys that way. Not to mention, he owed Tony big time for what he was doing now as well as what he'd done before, and at the moment he wasn't being annoying or mean, just sweet and careful.

 

“Are you okay?” Tony asked him, turning once the light turned green again. Jason clenched his sweating fists and stuffed them into the cracks in the seat.

 

“I'm fine,” He said. He wanted to turn toward the window, but he couldn't move, just didn't feel like moving or looking at anything but his lap in front of him.

 

“You don't look fine,” Tony mumbled and shifted in his seat. Jason glared but didn't look at him so Tony could actually see it. “It's not about Shane, is it?” Tony asked. “Cause after what he did he's not worth missing, you gotta move on,” He explained. “If you loved him, find someone you love more, if you miss his touch, find someone else's that's softer,” Tony made it sound so easy. The only problem was that Jason wasn't good at this; he couldn't help but believe that there was no one else, Shane was his only one, he was special. But apparently Jason wasn't special enough to him.

 

“How do you know so much about it anyway?” Jason blurted out in a low grumble. Tony paused a moment and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

 

“Trisha,” He said shortly.

 

“You still love her?” Jason looked up at him tentatively. Tony nodded slowly, thinking about Nathan now, and what they were.

 

“But I deserve better, kid, and I found better. You deserve better too, Shane's the greatest guy I know but for obvious reasons I would never advise dating him, aright, he's a shitty boyfriend in various ways and he'll always love sex more than you,” Jason cringed, knowing he was probably right, Shane would never love him because he couldn't have him the way he wanted him. Tony sounded like he knew what he was talking about, when in reality he wasn't so sure about anything he said. Why he was telling Jason possible lies he didn't know, but right now he was thinking about himself, and his own relationships.

 

After that neither of them said anything, both lost in the drama of their own lives. Tony wondered about Trisha now that he'd brought her up, after that night he hadn't heard from her, for all he knew she could've jumped off a bridge. He liked to tell himself that he didn't care about her, he didn't as a girlfriend, but as a person he did, and he wanted to make sure she was okay.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane was moody at the moment, he'd ditched Carly at the theater because she'd force-kissed him and tried to get in his pants again. No, he hadn't left her there without a car to drive home; instead he walked the twelve-mile road himself. He hated the fact that she didn't seem to understand sometimes that he was gay, or more, didn't care. Somehow she was under the impression that if she were sexy enough she would be able to get him in bed. All right, so he found her somewhat attractive, but he didn't like girls that way, he liked her as a friend but she really pissed him off sometimes. And this time she'd chosen the worst time to hit on him, he was already depressed, and that damn sad movie only made it worse.

 

It would have been different if she wanted to date him, but Carly didn't date, never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in her life, just had a lot of sex. She just thought he looked like a really good lay, and in her own words her body was dying for his. Had it been more than that he may have let her off a little easier, but in this case he just blew her off and trudged home. He expected her to call and apologize later, she always did, and he always dreaded the phone call.

 

He grumbled when he heard a knock on the door, no one should've been trying to contact him at 9:00 PM; he just wanted to be alone. But that wasn't an option, as the knocking only got louder when he ignored it.

 

“Fucking fuck,” He grumbled to himself and forced his body up off the couch and trudged over to the door. He opened it and stared, expression blank. Damn it, there they were, two of the reasons he wanted to drown in the tub. He wanted to tell them both to go away, but he knew he'd regret that later, especially telling it to Jason.

 

“What are you doing here?” He was talking mostly at Tony. Tony simply crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

 

“Why don't you pick up your goddamn phone?” He scowled.

 

“Because I don't want to talk, mind your own business for once and fuck off,” He shut the door. Unfortunately Tony put a hand out and held it open before it latched and locked.

 

“Don't be a dick,” Tony stepped inside. Jason hung back shyly; if Shane was pissed off he really didn't want to get in the middle.

 

“Oh, I'm the dick?” Shane let out a fake laugh, pulling a beer out of the refrigerator. Tony pulled Jason inside forcefully and then shut the door, heading into the kitchen.

 

“Yes, whore, while you were out prob'ly getting laid crazy shit has been going on,” He said. “Jason was almost raped and then Marty had to drive out and get him right after he stabbed Clark, who's body is now lying out in the woods who knows where for some hunter's ugly assed dog to sniff out,” He said. Shane's expression softened, Clark was dead?

 

“I wasn't getting laid,” For some reason that's all he could say.

 

“I don't give a shit! You invited him, he's your problem, but because you're being fucking emo and turning your phone off and shit, Marty had to drive almost two fucking hours to get him, and then I had to bring him back here. Not to mention he was soaking wet and probably has fucking pneumonia, I should be in bed with my fucking boyfriend,” Tony hollered. Shane glared at him, squeezing the un-open can, wishing it would break in his grasp; unfortunately he wasn't as strong as he was mad.

 

“So should I, oh but wait, I forgot, I don't have a boyfriend anymore, do I?” Shane stomped into the living room, hoping he wouldn't be followed. Jason fell against the door, he wanted to cry again, he was fucking scared out of his mind and all these two could do was scream at each other.

 

“Yeah, and who's fault is that, whore boy,” Tony yelled back as he came into the room.

 

“I was going to tell him! You son of a bitch, I was going to tell him myself, but you had to stick your fat assed nose into it and fuck everything up like the shit head you are!”

 

“Well pardon me if I don't like fucking whore assed cheaters getting away with shit!”

 

Shane slapped the unopened beer off the coffee table and it smacking against the wall, bursting open and spraying over everything.

 

“I swear if you call me a whore one more fucking time…” Shane marched up right in front of him. Tony stared at him for a moment, Shane could hurt him bad, and he was obviously pissed, but Tony wasn't about to back down.

 

“You are a whore,” He said calmly and then headed for the front door. Jason moved quickly out of his way, shaking as Tony stomped passed him.

 

“Jason, come on,” Tony took his wrist. “You don't have to stay here,” He said. Jason nodded back and forth and backed away, he wanted to stay, Derek was a dick, Tony had just admitted he didn't really give a shit about him, and just seeing Marty pissed him off, he didn't want to go back there.

 

“It's okay,” He said with a shake in his voice. “I want to stay,” He nodded. Tony shrugged and grunted at him in a suit yourself kind of way and then slammed the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Jason came into the living room Shane was on the floor with a rag in his hand, soaking up the spilled beer. He seemed to be ignoring Jason completely, and at the moment Jason was fine with that, he didn't really want to say anything if Shane was still pissy. He walked by slowly and headed up the stairs, sighing, his suitcase was still in Clark's car, so he didn't have anything to wear beside the clothes on his back. Raj would let him borrow some he was sure, though. He just wanted this day to end, just wanted to go to sleep.

 

 

People are always saying things like `tomorrow is another day' and `things always look better after a good night sleep.' But Jason woke up with tears in his hurting eyes, and everything still seemed terrible. Maybe it was the weather, partly anyway, it was about time it rained, but the clouds chose the worst time to break out. The sun wouldn't have made things better, but he could've used something cheerful. He had to drag himself out of bed, and when he finally did he just wanted to go back and lie down. But he forced himself to stay on his feet and head into the kitchen. Shane was there, sitting on the counter with a book and an apple in his hand. He didn't look too good either, and he barely spared Jason a glance.

 

“Morning,” He greeted shortly and then his attention turned back to the book.

 

“Hi,” Jason nodded and went to the fridge, there was a full jug of milk and a carton of eggs, he debated between scrambled eggs and cereal.

 

“I went out shopping last night, lots of cereal and shit, I can make you something if you want,” Shane still sounded mad, which Jason felt hard to believe because the fight was long over, but he wasn't about to make anything of it.

 

“It's okay,” Jason said, pulling out the milk, there were Golden Grahams on the fridge, they sounded good enough.

 

“So when are you leaving?” Shane asked, putting his feet up on the counter and laying on it as if it were a bed. He took a large bite of the apple and spit the seeds onto the kitchen floor. Jason just tried to ignore the fact that Shane sounded anxious to get rid of him.

 

“I don't know,” Jason replied. “Until Uncle David gets back I really don't have any other options but staying here, sorry,” Jason replied. Shane just made a grunt noise and sat up, jumping down off the counter and heading out of the room. Jason was disappointed now, before Shane had been begging him not to leave, and now he was probably debating whether to kick Jason out on the streets or not. Jason shuddered at the thought, he wouldn't really do that, would he? Tony wouldn't let him… then, he was becoming too dependent on Tony all of the sudden, he knew the guy didn't even like him.

 

“I'm going out to get a blow job, don't fuck with anything,” Shane said and then the front door was slammed shut. Jason's jaw fell open, stunned by Shane's bluntness, he tried to ignore it and poured his cereal.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane hadn't exactly been honest about where he was going, in fact he'd completely made it up, but at the moment he didn't care what Jason thought, and it was the first thing that came to mind. It was safe to say he was beyond pissed off, only at himself though, and he knew one thing could have cheered him up at least a little. He couldn't think of anything to do but apologize, as much as the thought of it sucked.

 

Tony had been right, it was all Shane's fault no matter what way he tried to justify it, or throw the blame on someone else. Tony was like the other half of him, his better half, and without that, he was reduced to the pissed off annoying bitch that he was now. He never really had Tony mad at him before, not this mad, there had been plenty of times that Shane had blown him off, but Tony had never done that before. So Shane supposed he had it coming to him, and now he was in the position he always used to put Tony in, nothing to do but apologize. Shane wanted Jason more than anyone, but if there was one person he truly couldn't live without, it was Tony.

 

 

 

It took him almost a minute of standing on the porch and getting ready before he finally knocked. Not to his surprise, only a few moments later, Marty answered.

 

“Hi,” Marty swallowed. “Come on in,” He hurried out of the way and opened the door completely. He wasn't sure what to say to Shane at the time. He shouldn't have been this nervous, but it was something Shane did to him, and he felt like he'd done something wrong the day before.

 

“Hey, is Tony here?” Shane asked quietly.

 

“Yeah he is,” There was another voice from behind that cut Marty off at open mouth before he could answer. Shane turned around slowly to see Tony with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. Marty left the scene after that, he had things to do after all, like sleep.

 

“Hi,” Shane said timidly.

 

“Eh,” Tony replied. Shane ruffled his hair in the back of his head and sighed, staring at the ground; this wasn't going to be easy.

 

“Look, I'm sorry about last night,” Shane said. “I know it was my fault, I'm just really stressed right now and…”

 

“It's okay,” Tony cut him off.

 

“What?”

 

“I mean, it was all your fault, I agree, but I started that shit, all right, and let's just forget about it, okay? I'm sorry too,” Tony said. Shane smiled and nodded, definitely a lot easier than he had thought.

 

“Fine with me,” He replied. Tony smiled back and turned into the living room behind him, Shane followed.

 

“So how's Jason, does he have a cold or anything?” Tony asked, just making conversation mostly, just to change the subject.

 

“I don't really know, I saw him this morning but I was kinda pissed off and didn't pay attention, I told him I was going out to get blown when I left,” Shane wore a goofy smile and sat down on the couch.

 

“Whore,” Tony mumbled and then sat down next to him. Shane shot him a threatening glare; he was really starting to hate that word.

 

“Pedophile,” He grunted. Tony laughed aloud and through an arm around Shane, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. Shane pouted, wishing Tony would've found what he said a little more insulting. Tony paid no attention and just flipped through the channels, Shane just crossed his arms and slouched.

 

“Watch out, by the way, Derek will be all over you now that he knows you're single,” Tony advised. Shane simply nodded, he'd already decided that he wasn't going to have sex for a long time now, he didn't even want it at the moment, and hadn't ever since he had done it with Marty. The last time he'd done it his life got fucked up, that just turned him off to the whole idea for some reason.

 

“How are things going with Marty and Nate?” Shane asked. Tony shrugged and said he didn't know, after all the two of them hadn't even spoken yet, Marty was aware of Nate's presence, in the house, but didn't seem to want anything to do with him. And Nathan still didn't like leaving Tony's room, so they rarely saw each other.

 

There'd been nothing on TV so the two just talked about anything that came to mind, random things that happened in Germany, how they met Jason and Clark and everyone, and the night they got back. By the end the conversation had gone all the way back to their high school days, and before that. It seemed that just as they ran out of things to talk about, Nathan peaked into the living room.

 

Tony smiled at him and he smiled back, running in and jumping onto Tony's lap.

 

“I'm glad you guys are friends again,” He stated, giving Tony a sloppy kiss on the mouth. “You're really moody and annoying when you're pissed at each other,” He teased.

 

“Bitch,” Tony smiled, slapping his ass. Nathan grinned and leaned forward, slipping his tongue into Tony's mouth. Tony pulled him closer and kissed back, a wide smile apparent on his face. Shane just sat there watching them; after all if they were going to start right in front of him they shouldn't have had any objections. They made a good couple, and they looked so happy, that was something Shane was never sure he'd ever have.

 

“Is Marty here?” That was the first thing Nathan said when their lips parted.

 

“Yeah,” Tony shrugged and nodded. “But he's not gonna try anything, not while Shane's here with his candlestick,” He wore a cocky grin.

 

“Well I'm going back upstairs anyway, see you there?” He put his arms around Tony's neck. Tony nodded and poked the tip of his nose, giving him a peck on the lips before Nathan jumped off and skipped up the stairs. Tony rolled his eyes at the sight and then turned to Shane.

 

“I should probably follow him or he'll be back within thirty seconds wondering if I'm coming,” Tony said. Shane stood up and nodded.

 

“I should get going too, see how Jason's doing,” He said. Maybe get on my knees and, beg him to take me back again.

 

Tony stood up as well and leaned back on his heals “See-ya then,” He shrugged.

 

“See-ya,” Shane took his arm and pulled him into a quick, friendly hug. “I love you,” He said. Tony smiled warmly and hugged him back.

 

“You too, man,” He replied, and then stepped back, giving Shane a pat on the shoulder before heading toward the stairs.

 

 

 

He slammed the door when he came in to let whoever could hear it know he was home. He could hear the TV on in the living room and headed that way.

 

Jason ignored the sound of the front door slamming, assuming it was Shane, who else would it be? He ignored the footsteps he heard behind him, keeping his eyes focused on the television. He was slouched on the couch looking almost as bored as he was, not really watching what was on the screen, just thinking. He felt the couch shift a bit and knew someone was leaning against the back but he didn't look, or even move.

 

Shane looked down at Jason from behind the couch. His feet were bear, his hair was messy, and his shirt was folded up so that his stomach was showing on one side. It was obvious he was being ignored so he moved over a spot and slid both his arms around Jason's neck.

 

Jason froze up when he felt the arms wrapping around him, he didn't move still, and said nothing, just swallowed and kept his eyes on the screen. He wanted to push them off of him but he couldn't, because another part of him didn't want to.

 

Shane smiled when Jason didn't react, he saw his hand shake and he'd so obviously flinched, but other than that he didn't make any acknowledgements. Curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to see how far he could get before being pushed away. Daringly, he tilted his head and brushed his lips over Jason's ear, and then nuzzled his hair.

 

“That was quick,” Jason flinched again but didn't pull away, he just needed to say something before Shane went any further.

 

“Mmn,” Shane squeezed him. “You didn't really believe I was getting blown did you?” He grinned. Jason frowned, actually he had believed it…

 

“Didn't have any reason not to,” He replied plainly. Shane kissed his ear again and chuckled.

 

“I went to sort things out with Tony,” He said. Jason started squirming and slowly pulling his head away, so Shane loosened his hold and backed off more, but he kept his arms where they were. “So, what happened with Clark?” He asked, getting down on his knees behind the couch. Jason paused a moment before jerking up off onto his feet and out of the other man's hold. He scratched his head and walked over to the window, wishing Shane hadn't brought that up.

 

Shane frowned as Jason walked away from him, but he wasn't finished yet. He moved around to the front of the couch and turned off the television with the remote, and then continued over to the window, not making a sound.

 

“You don't have to talk about it,” He sighed, placing a gentle hand on Jason's waist, and when it wasn't pushed away, he put his other one on the other side. “Jase,” he snaked on arm around the boy, stepping forward so their bodies were touching.

 

“Stop,” Jason said quietly. Shane ignored him and slid his other arm around, lacing his hands together so Jason was fully in his grasp.

 

“Take me back,” He used a seductive whisper that sent a chill down Jason's spine.

 

“No, stop it,” Jason was more firm this time, but he didn't move, so once again he was ignored. Shane kissed his neck, moving up to his ear; his tongue slithered between his lips and brushed over his lobe. “Stop!” Jason struggled now, pulling his head away. Shane did stop, but he didn't let go.

 

“You stop,” He growled, squeezing Jason's body against him.

“Stop what?” Jason turned his head. “Let go of me,” He put his hand on Shane's trying to pry them off.

 

“Pretending you don't want me,” Shane whispered. Jason had enough then, yanked himself out of Shane's arms, moving over to the doorway that lead to the kitchen.

 

“I'm not!” He hid behind the doorframe. “I'm not even fucking trying because I can't! You don't seem to understand the problem here, I admit I want you, I can't think of a human being that wouldn't, but there's a hell of a lot of other things I want that'll only end up hurting me if I take them. You're a fucking drug, leave me alone,” He stamped into the kitchen, opening the fridge for no reason, just so he could slam it shut.

 

“I wouldn't hurt you,” Shane said in his most sincere voice as he stepped into the kitchen.

 

“Yeah, well you already did so go die,” Jason was sitting at the table, staring at his hands as he picked at his thumbnails. Shane rolled his eyes and took a seat in the chair across from him.

 

“I'm not gonna leave you alone,” He said. “Not until you say yes,”

 

Jason pouted, moving his gaze and hands to his lap. He's already had a feeling that Shane wasn't going to leave him alone, and there was nothing he could do about it, he was stuck here.

 

“No,” Jason mumbled.

 

“I love you,” Shane stated.

 

“Fuck you,”

 

“I do,”

 

“No you don't!” Jason erupted from his seat and the chair flew back, knocking over the garbage can and spilling trash everywhere. “If you did you wouldn't have gone off fucking some other asshole, while I was here waiting for you because you said you'd be back an hour before you actually came!” He yelled. “Fucking whore,” He grunted, knowing from the night before that Shane didn't like being called that.

 

“Screw you, I love you, why else would I want you back! You're nothing special; you're a fucking virgin. If I wanted to just fuck someone with looks, I'd go get Tony, if I wanted someone with experience, I'd get Derek, and hell, Marty's a fucking sex god so if all I wanted was another quick lay I'd go for him,” Shane hollered. “Why the hell do I want you back, anyway, you don't have any of that. You're not even that good looking,” He turned away, running a hand through his hair, trying to refrain from kicking the nearest inanimate object, which was the dishwasher.

 

“You're not so great either, asshole,” With that Jason stomped up the stairs, headed for the room he was staying in.

 

Shane sighed and stepped forward, banging his head against the wall and leaving it there. He wasn't use to this, not at all, he wasn't used to being turned down, at least by guys who were gay, or whatever Jason was now. Everyone else had been so easy, and now Jason wouldn't even listen to him, after admitting that he wanted Shane back. Both of them were just too damn full of themselves, and at this rate nothing was going to be settled.

 

A/N- Ahaha! This one came quick, hooray ^--^. Not sure when the next one will be in :P, but I'll try to get it here fast. This chapter isn't my best, but I like it a lot because verbal fighting is one of my favorite things to write xD. And there's a lot of that in here… so yeah, this one I will say is a little on the yucky side :/ I had dialog… but I didn't really have good ways of fitting it into the story… so blah… hope you can enjoy it!