Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Getting It. (Desires - Book one.) ❯ 27. Preparation ( Chapter 27 )

Shane was surprised to find Jason awake and in the kitchen when he got back. He wasn't sure what he was smelling when he walked into the house, but it smelled good. Jason looked up from what he was doing as Shane came into the kitchen with his nose in the air, taking it in with his eyes shut and a wide smile apparent on his face. Jason lightly blushed to himself when he saw the pleased expression, adding more brown powder to the mix.

 

“I hope you don't mind,” He shrugged, pushing chopped up pieces of chicken around in the pan. “I found the ingredients so I just started making it,” He smiled crookedly. Shane walked over and looked into the pan, all it was, was chicken with some kind of tan liquid coating.

 

“No problem, as long as I can have some,” He grinned and then went over to the fridge, pulling out a beer, and then another for Jason.

 

“That's kind of the point, I guess I wanna say I'm sorry for earlier, and this is the best food on the face of the earth, so what better way to do so then to make you some,” He explained with an unsure expression, he wasn't good at apologies, his best bet had just been to make it up to him.

 

“You don't have to apologize,” Shane sighed, setting the beer next to Jason. “You're not the one guilty of sexual harassment,” He chuckled. Jason smiled slightly, keeping his eyes on what he was doing. Shane had shown up just in time, it was almost done, and Jason was beginning to worry he wouldn't have gotten back in time.

 

“What's it called?” Shane took another quick whiff of what was in the pan, catching himself at the urge to put an arm around Jason's shoulders.

 

“Curried chicken,” Jason replied proudly. “My mom always used to cook it for us, she taught me how a while ago. I was so glad when I found a bottle of curry way in the back of the cupboard, here,” He pointed to the cupboard above the sink.

 

“I'd have never guessed that you could cook,” Shane laughed. “Just another reason to like you though,” He added. Jason blushed and ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, a chill ran down his spine and he wondered if Shane had meant to have that effect with what he said.

 

“Well…” Jason paused and swallowed. “I haven't really done it in a while, but I know a few recipes and such,” He said modestly.

 

“Ah! We should do cookies sometime! Cookies are so fun!” Shane suggested in an enthusiastic manner. “I mean like, before you leave,” His voice slowed a bit and he looked down. Yes, he was mostly acting, the thought of Jason leaving did disappoint him, but he really didn't need to show it that way.

 

“Whenever that ends up being,” Jason sighed sourly. He turned down the heat and lifted the pan off the burner. “I think we're done,” He carefully brought the pan over to the table and set it on a folded cloth that he'd set out on the table. “The rice is in the other pot if you wanna bring it over here,” He said, concentrated mostly on moving the hot pant to the right post on the table without burning himself. Shane came over with the rice and set it on the other towel.

 

Not much was said as they both sat down and served themselves, Jason first, and then he passed it onto Shane. Shane basically imitated the way Jason put the rice down on his plate and then the chicken on top of it. It was hot when he put the first piece of chicken in his mouth, but it tasted like heaven.

 

“Damn, I think I had an orgasm… in my mouth,” Shane said. “This stuff is going to make me fat,” He shoved two more forkfuls in his mouth, not caring that it was still hot.

 

“I told you it was the shit!” Jason took a bite of the food he'd made and proudly chewed it. “It's Indian food, in case you didn't know, my mom used to work at a restaurant that served it. She made it a lot better than me,” He shrugged.

 

“But anything that tastes this good has gotta be horrible as far as weight goes,” Shane implied. After all, he was yet to find a food he enjoyed eating that he didn't have to burn off later.

 

“Don't tell me you think you're fat,” Jason glared. “I hate when girls are like that, pisses me off,” He looked at Shane's plate, the rice and chicken were already half gone.

 

“Nah, I'm a sexy beast,” Shane licked his thumb, pulling it out of his mouth with a pop and then giving it a lick. Jason watched him from the corner of his eye; the whole scene was sexy… in a cocky arrogant sort of way.

 

“Yeah,” Jason said sub-consciously. He stopped a moment then, realizing what he just said he pressed his lips together in embarrassment. Of course he thought Shane was attractive, and Shane knew that, but the fact that he'd basically just said it made him feel awkward. He locked his gaze on his food and started taking it in bite after bite.

 

Shane just smiled to himself as he leisurely finished his food, enjoying the fact that Jason had somewhat accidentally agreed with him

 

Not many words were exchanged until they were both finished, which didn't take very long despite Shane having two servings. He was already in the living room on the couch while Jason put the leftovers away, dishes clanging in the kitchen. He flipped through the channels, stopping when he reached Nickelodeon where Spongebob Squarepants was on. He smiled to himself, remembering the particular episode from a while ago; where Patrick loses his head and gets all smart. He used to watch the show every day; in fact, he didn't stop until he was a senior in high school, after that it had just faded from his life, though.

 

“Oh Jesus,” Jason plopped down in the chair after wiping his wet hands on his pants. “This show is Clark's favorite thing in the world… or was…” His voice trailed off. “I never really understood why it was so great though,” He leaned back and watched the screen, pulling his knees up and hugging them close to his face.

 

“Hey, don't be dissin' the Sponge, he's my idol,” Shane replied. Jason giggled behind his knees and focused on the screen. They watched it to the end getting a decent laugh out of it before some other show came on. By that time it was nearly eleven o'clock and both of them were dosing off in their seats. As Shane idly flipped through the channels, Jason finally decided he'd had enough.

 

“All right,” He said, pushing himself to his feet. “I'm going to bed,” He made the announcement with a salute and then headed for the stairs.

 

“G'night,” Shane nodded at him and saluted in return with a smile that did nothing more than acknowledge the statement. Jason walked to the stairs slowly, not sure what he was waiting for, maybe if Shane had anything else to say. When he got to the stairs he glanced back half way and saw that Shane was watching him go. He didn't look like he was going to say anything though, and Jason didn't want to wait too long. He sighed in disappointment after a short time and started up to his room, he wished Shane would've said something else: “see you in the morning,” or “sleep well” or… possibly… “I love you.” Jason had no doubts that if Shane had asked him out again he would've said yes, but after earlier that day he probably was being cautious about the subject, as was Jason. Jason was too shy to do the asking this time, after all he was supposed to be angry with Shane. But it didn't matter, he had plenty of time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Marty sighed, reaching for his phone, deciding that he was going to pick up this time, though he still had a mind to ignore it. Randy had been trying to call him, most likely about Nathan, all day. It was getting annoying, and Marty really didn't want to deal with his crabby cousin, having his own minor issues at the moment. After all, Randy was the one who'd started this excommunication between them, and now he was the one that wouldn't stop trying to communicate.

 

“Ello, dear,” He said cheerfully, he expected Randy to be pissed off, and to his liking, he was right.

 

“You are one fucked up son of a bitch you know that?” Randy slammed his fist down on the desk, overly relieved that Marty had finally picked up. He had a feeling that calling had been a mistake the day before, had a feeling that now that Marty had found out about Nathan, there was nothing left of him.

 

“Yeah, I am aren't I?” Marty smiled, making sure the pride in his voice was obvious through the phone. He felt good knowing that for once, he wasn't the one between the two of them who was having major problems, and even better knowing that he was the cause of those problems.

 

“Is Nathan…. alive?” It was hard for Randy to keep his voice calm, to keep his temper. But for the short statement he needed to make he was able to do so, his free hand clenched tightly in a fist.

 

“What, you think I would've let him live? Comin' here like that? Hell no, Tony's dead too `cause he pisses me off. And then I chopped up Derek `cause I was on a spree and havin' great fun,” Marty sung, spinning back and forth in his chair as he spoke, wondering if Randy would believe him at all.

 

“Seriously, Marty, I know you're not that crazy, is he alive? That's all I care about,” Randy took deep breaths, just hearing Marty's voice was starting to piss him, off and mixed with the worry, he was about to explode

 

“Mmm, I don't think I'm gonna tell you, after all aren't you like my arch enemy right now?” Marty chuckled, having a mind to hang up the phone.

 

“Fuck you, just tell me,” Randy pounded his fist on the desk. If Marty was going to be a dick about it he swore he was just going to blow up that house he was living in.

 

“Nah, that's all right, you don't wanna listen to me talk anyway, do you?” Marty was having fun messing with him now. He could hear the aggravated tone in Randy's voice, hear his angry facial expressions and hear him getting pissed off.

 

“God dammit Marty! This is why you had no friends in high school!” Randy just threw out the first insult that came to mind. Marty stuck out his bottom lip and twirled the phone line in his hand.

 

“That's not very nice…” He pouted.

 

“Just tell me if he's okay, is Tony there? If you're going to be a dick then let me talk to him,” Randy suggested, losing all patience he had left.

 

“Screw you asshole, Nate's fine, but he's with Tony now so shut the fuck up and stop calling,” Marty shut his phone and tossed it beside him on the bed. Only a moment later, it rang again, and unable to ignore it Marty picked up again.

 

“`Lo?” He said.

 

“I think it's about time we settle this thing once and for all,” Randy replied. “We're all sick of you, and I'm sure you're all sick of us, so let's kill each other, eh?” He smirked to himself, certain that he had the upper end in a fight. But even with the advantage Randy was a little shaky, he'd always been more strong than Marty, more willing and regretless, but now Marty was pissed at him. And there were things he'd seen Marty do in the past when he was pissed…

 

“Sounds like my kind of deal,” Marty grinned widely. “See-ya when you show up,” With that, he hung up, this time setting the phone next to his bed on the table. He wasn't sure Randy was going to show, and if he was he wasn't sure when, but he knew even with the possibility he was going to have to get everyone together.

 

 

 

 

 

“Do you know where Teresa and Raj went?” Shane said out of nowhere as he walked into the kitchen. He'd been up late watching random things on TV the night before, and had slept late into the afternoon.

 

“Uh, Raj took her to some motel thing for the week, in fact they should be back here on Saturday,” Jason replied. “Sorry no one told you, I think Teresa wanted to get away ever since we broke up, she'll probably be wanting to get home soon,” He shrugged, running his soapy hands under the water after placing the pan he'd used in the drying rack.

 

“Well she can always just go home with you,” Shane mumbled, uninterested as he fixed himself breakfast.

 

“…Yeah…” Jason sighed. He didn't know what to do first, tell Shane he didn't want to go, or tell him why, or maybe it was best he didn't say anything at all. Later, not until he was ready, not until he absolutely had to.

 

Jason lost his train of thoughts when Shane's cell phone rang loudly, and his head snapped up. Shane gave him a short glance and then picked up, putting the phone to his ear.

 

“Hello?” He said, turning away from Jason.

 

“Hey gorgeous, Marty wanted me to call you and tell you to get over here, somethin' goin' on, he didn't say what,” Tony tried not to giggle as Nate licked and nipped at his ear.

 

“Aright, is it urgent?” Shane poured milk into his cereal.

 

“Think so,” Tony snorted, followed by a laugh, feeling a warm tongue plunge into his ear hole. “Better get over here right now, just in case, so Marty doesn't get…” Tony moaned out the word `pissed' as a hand pressed against his groin. Nate gave him a sinister grin in reply to Tony's death glare.

 

“Are you doing what I think you're doing?” Shane confronted in a firm, almost disgusted voice. All he got in reply was a loud laugh through the phone. “You did not just call me in the middle of sex!” Shane scowled. Jason's eyes widened, his face turning red as he listened.

 

“Mhm, gotta go bye,” Tony hit the end button and through the phone onto the carpet, rolling over so he was on top of Nathan. “Now you're gonna get it,” He growled, a hand sneaking up under the small boy's shirt. Nathan giggled and kissed him, throwing an arm around his neck.

 

 

 

 

 

Shane mumbled something about Tony being a shit bag and then put his phone away. He stared at his cereal wondering what he was going to do with it when Leach came trotting into the kitchen. He shrugged and set it in front of the fat black cat, and then grabbed his car keys. Leach smiled widely and began sniffing at the food, making sure it was all right before taking a bite.

 

“I'm goin' to Marty's, see-ya whenever,” Shane gave Jason a short wave and then went for the door.

 

“Bye,” Jason frowned as he dried his hands. As he heard the door open he hurried out of the kitchen before Shane left. “Hey, Shane!” He called, just before the door fell shut. Shane gladly grabbed the knob and pushed it open again, peaking back into the house at the other boy.

 

“I…” Jason was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say, wasn't even sure what he was ever going to say, and Shane looked like he was in a hurry. “Never mind,” He shrugged, gaze moving to his feet. Shane gave him a goofy smile, said another good-bye, and then shut the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Tony!” Marty banged against Tony's room door. There was no answer, just a pair of gasps from inside, followed by a choked moan. He banged on the door again, not really too fond of the idea of walking in on the two of them getting it on. Once again, there was no answer, but this time no sound at all, so in somewhat of a hurry, Marty opened the door. His jaw fell open immediately and all he could do was stare. Tony was lying on the bed, squeezing the white sheets in tight fists with his teeth tightly clenched together. Nathan was riding him, Tony's cock obviously inside his ass as he looked back, giving Marty the sexiest look. It was a mix between being in pain, pleasure, fear and surprise, and somehow mixed with the current scene, it was a jaw-dropper. He stood dumbfounded before Tony decided to speak up, not very happy with the intrusion.

 

“Hey, eyes off, what the hell do you want?” He scowled, groaning, as Nathan started moving up and down again, ignoring Marty's presence.

 

“Tony, we don't have time for you to do that, Randy's coming to get Nathan and unless you want to just let `im go, you're gonna wanna have a gun or something at least,” Marty explained. Tony heard what he said, and considered it, but he was too lost in the feeling to even think about stopping. Nathan however, paused immediately, turning back to Marty.

 

“Randy's coming?” He pushed his sweat-drenched hair out of his face. Tony gripped his thigh and pushed up, wanting him to start moving again.

 

“Wait,” Tony groaned. “I'm almost…” He gasped. “I'm almost coming,”

 

Marty rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe impatiently as Nathan pushed back down onto him, speeding his pace a little. Tony's breath picked up and he squeezed and kneaded Nathan's thighs with both his hands.

 

“Oh, fuck!” He bit down hard on his lip and dug his fingernails into Nathan's skin as his cock exploded into Nathan's ass. Nate groaned, ignoring the fact that he still needed to come as he rolled off of Tony, collapsing beside him.

 

“All right, now that I'm officially turned on, you two get dressed, you come down, and I want him to stay up here,” Marty ignored the bulge in his pants and left the room, slamming the door. Sure, he could've left at any time, but it wasn't as if he hadn't been enjoying the show.

 

Tony sat up, staring at Nathan who was up and headed for his shirt, which had been thrown across the room. He smiled, seeing his own cum running down Nathan's leg. Nate picked up his shirt, resisting the urge to touch himself as he pulled it over his head. His ass was sore, and he had a painful erection, and now Randy was coming to try and take him away. He wasn't happy, but turning to the sight of a naked Tony on the bed, fixing his inside-out shirt, he was okay. He walked over to the bed and sat down half naked, still breathing heavily, looking at anything but the other man, seeing him would only make his erection worse.

 

“Hey,” Tony got his attention, placing a hand behind his neck and looking him in the eye. “No psychotic asshole's taking you away from me, I promise, so quit looking like that,” He smiled, cupping Nathan's cheek. Nathan smiled back and threw Tony's pants in his face.

 

“You suck at being romantic,” He crossed his arms and smirked. Tony stuck out his tongue and crinkled his nose. Before he could make an insulting reply Nathan had wrapped his lips around the exposed tongue and started sucking on it. Tony's eyes rolled back and he just sat there, mouth wide open and eye lids twitching, looking like a horny idiot. When Nathan pulled back Tony laughed dumbly, staring at the boy before him.

 

“You're cock is mine when I get back,” He winked and then turned his attention to pulling his pants on. Nathan grinned widely, his already horrible arousal getting worse at the very thought of what Tony could have been planning to do. Still he kept his fists clenched, refusing to touch himself, that would have been Tony's job later, and he wanted to wait.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Randy loaded six bullets into the revolver, staring out the window as he did. The others were getting ready, Jade, Paine, and Roy, that was. Jimmy had said he didn't want to have anything to do with them killing each other, so he'd backed out. Not only now were the odds six to four, but Nathan was against him, and Randy wasn't sure he could bring himself to hurt his little friend even if he needed to. By this time he really was beginning to regret what he'd done to Tom, and starting this whole war, but it was too late for that. If he knew Marty, he had revenge on his mind; he was already out for blood. Randy knew what kind of things Marty had done and enjoyed doing, things that were a lot sicker than they had to have been. He knew how Marty thought, how he worked and what made him tick, he knew because he was the same way. Still, thinking over their slight differences, Randy may have always been tougher, meaner, and even smarter, but Marty had always been crazier, a lot crazier.

 

“You look worried,” Jade leaned her heads against the window and looked at him, smiling. “We're gonna win, kill `em all, and get the little kid back, and it's gonna be hella fun,” She said, sounding quite certain as she gave him a pat on the back. “Just promise you'll let me slit little brother's throat,” She put an arm around his shoulder, and he nodded, not really interested in what she was saying.

 

“Well anyway,” He sighed and tucked the gun into the back of his pants, making note that it was the same one he'd used to kill Tom, and not the only one he had. “He knows we're coming, so we better play fair and show up,” He turned away from the window and headed toward the door.

 

“What if he doesn't play fair?” Paine said. “We don't exactly have the advantage… they could just take us all out from the windows before we even get close,” He complained, he'd been against the idea ever since it had been brought up.

 

“That's cheating,” Randy smiled. “If there's one thing Marty would never be able to stand doing, it's cheating, winning isn't winning if you cheat,” With that, he was out the door, expecting the others to follow.

 

“What is this some kind of game?” Roy said, confused by the way Randy was treating it. If he understood correctly, the best way to do this was to just get Nathan back and kill Marty at all costs, how the hell do you cheat at that.

 

“To them it is,” Paine murmured. “Always has been.” He stood up with a sigh and just as the others did, and followed Randy outside to the car.

 

A/N- 8D another sort of filler chapter… but this one I like xD. It's just leading up to the events of what happens in chapter 28, which is pretty much what would be considered the climax. In this it's just going over what all the characters are going through (except Derek—he's always got sex on the brain no matter what's happening around him) before the big battle :o. What's going on in their lives and how they're taking it and such. After that I think I'll have about two short chapters and an epilogue… not sure, maybe just one. We shall see, until then, review!