Night before (Stan's POV)
The amount of time I spent making everything to my liking was frightening. The first draft had practically nothing to do with the end result. It has a lot to do with the fact that this story wasn't thought up when I started writing but stil…
What follow would be the end of chapter one. I am still looking for a title for the whole story. For now it is called Consequences on this journal and Morning after on my computer.
Title: Consequences
Genre: Slash in everyday, normal, spaceship/magic/elves free world
Rating: until further notice R because of language abuse (my characters always tend to swear awfully) mention of drug use (bad, don't do it, really, DON'T) sexual situations (later on, much later on)
Summary: Jacob knew his best friend would eventually put them both in trouble way over their heads. Stan knew his girlfriend's little brother was a pain in his ass. Well now the shit is hitting the fan and it's time to face the consequences.
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Consequences part 2: Stan's POV
It never occurred to me that I could meet someone I knew on a job until we entered that flat and I came face to face with Jacob. Surprised was not enough to describe my state. Surely cramped flats smelling of beer, sweat and smoke were places prissy, straight A, better-than-though Jacob must despise from the deepest bottom of his cold little heart. But here he was, in the company of a girl half passed-out on a chair and a guy completely comatose on a couch. Jacob himself didn't look very well, sitting on the ground and leaning heavily on that same couch. His eyes looked through me for a while before he finally focused and recognized who I was. "Stan. Murphy must really hate my guts." His speech was slurred but that obnoxious drawl of his was still present. He watched me get close with heavy eyes and his head rolled to follow my progress like his neck didn't have the strength to support it. This state must have necessitated a lot of alcohol.
I starred down at him and took in the pale face, the black eye and the way his trousers reflect the light while clinging to his legs. Spilled beer? “Well, I’m disappointed." I said, not even trying to disguise my condescending smile. And why would I? The guy had made sure I felt as inadequate as possible each time we crossed each other’s path. Which was quiet a lot since I had started dating his sister. Speaking of which "What would Alexandra and your parents say if they could see you?"
Jacob didn’t even try to argue with me. He actually laughed softly. "I knew you were a clever man, but blackmail will have to wait. Is that a paramedic I see?" He nodded weakly in the direction of the door. Indeed, the ambulance had arrived and two men in paramedic garb were now coming toward us. One went to the girl, the other came for the guy on the couch and took his pulse. He then sent Jacob a hard stare.
"Do you know what happened to him?"
Jacob moved his head slowly but, once he was able to, he starred right back. "Drugs. He took something and started bad-tripping almost instantly." His voice was devoid of the drawl this time. "Idiot breathing still?" Something like worry appeared on his features, only to disappear right away.
The paramedic gestured his colleague over while he answered. "Weakly. He should be alright though. You know him?"
There was no other emotion on Jacob's face as he answered, but his voice betrayed his relief. "Dorian Baumann. He is a friend." He shrugged. The other paramedic joined his colleague and Jacob tried to move away to give them space. He didn't go far. He blanched even more, whimpered and reflexively grabbed his leg. The second paramedic was on him before he could release the breath he had taken in. It came as a shock when the gloved hand he put on Jason’s wet trousers came back strained with fresh blood.
"'s okay." Jacob groaned. "M'good." But Jacob being unable to speak properly was the surest sign that he wasn't. When he tried to push the paramedic away I got out of my stupor and kneeled next to him. There was so little force behind his movements that simply grabbing his wrists immobilized him. That close, the smell of blood became difficult to miss. The way the leg of his trousers clung to him suddenly became sickening in an entirely different way.
I was surprised at the anger that rose in me. "God Jacob! Couldn't you say you were hurt?” He didn't try to talk back but if his white face was anything to go by, it had more to do with not being able to than not wanting to. At least it didn’t take much convincing to make him admit that he wasn’t okay.
In the end Jacob nearly fainted of blood-loss and was taken to the hospital along with the junkie he had called a friend and the girl whose identity was still unknown. Once there the three of them were taken away for various tests and to put some blood back in Jacob. I was left alone in the hall with nothing better to do than let Alexandra know where her little brother was. I hesitated but then thought, what the hell, my loyalty went to her before her annoying brother. She appeared an hour later, dressed primly, hair perfectly pulled back and make up perfectly applied. Her father was with her, looking just as proper. When he saw them Jacob sent me the mother of all glares. As if he the hospital wouldn't have contacted them eventually. Alexandra saw me hovering further and joined me after she whispered a few words to her father.
I was greeted with a kiss and thanked profusely for warning them of Jacob's whereabouts. I politely answered that it was nothing, which was true. Any excuse to get Jacob in trouble was good to take. Especially when he had brought it on himself. Something was still nagging at me though. "Did you know where he was?"
Alexandra pouted. "Would you believe the little shit actually lied to us? We were persuaded he was at the Baumann's house for a movie."
There was genuine betrayal in he voice. Jacob instantly lost what little respect I ever gained for him. Not that I had expected much of him. He certainly had made clear from the start just how much of a brat he was. But still, I had given him more credit than this.
"Well I think your father will make sure he gets back on the right path." I reassured Alexandra.
Her smile illuminated her face. "Oh I bet. You should have heard Dad in the car, he doesn't let it show but he's fuming. The brat will regret ever setting foot out of the house. You and I will have peace for at least two months." She giggled and I couldn’t help a smile.
Go back to part 1
Go on to part 3
What follow would be the end of chapter one. I am still looking for a title for the whole story. For now it is called Consequences on this journal and Morning after on my computer.
Title: Consequences
Genre: Slash in everyday, normal, spaceship/magic/elves free world
Rating: until further notice R because of language abuse (my characters always tend to swear awfully) mention of drug use (bad, don't do it, really, DON'T) sexual situations (later on, much later on)
Summary: Jacob knew his best friend would eventually put them both in trouble way over their heads. Stan knew his girlfriend's little brother was a pain in his ass. Well now the shit is hitting the fan and it's time to face the consequences.
Go back to part 1
Go on to part 3
Consequences part 2: Stan's POV
It never occurred to me that I could meet someone I knew on a job until we entered that flat and I came face to face with Jacob. Surprised was not enough to describe my state. Surely cramped flats smelling of beer, sweat and smoke were places prissy, straight A, better-than-though Jacob must despise from the deepest bottom of his cold little heart. But here he was, in the company of a girl half passed-out on a chair and a guy completely comatose on a couch. Jacob himself didn't look very well, sitting on the ground and leaning heavily on that same couch. His eyes looked through me for a while before he finally focused and recognized who I was. "Stan. Murphy must really hate my guts." His speech was slurred but that obnoxious drawl of his was still present. He watched me get close with heavy eyes and his head rolled to follow my progress like his neck didn't have the strength to support it. This state must have necessitated a lot of alcohol.
I starred down at him and took in the pale face, the black eye and the way his trousers reflect the light while clinging to his legs. Spilled beer? “Well, I’m disappointed." I said, not even trying to disguise my condescending smile. And why would I? The guy had made sure I felt as inadequate as possible each time we crossed each other’s path. Which was quiet a lot since I had started dating his sister. Speaking of which "What would Alexandra and your parents say if they could see you?"
Jacob didn’t even try to argue with me. He actually laughed softly. "I knew you were a clever man, but blackmail will have to wait. Is that a paramedic I see?" He nodded weakly in the direction of the door. Indeed, the ambulance had arrived and two men in paramedic garb were now coming toward us. One went to the girl, the other came for the guy on the couch and took his pulse. He then sent Jacob a hard stare.
"Do you know what happened to him?"
Jacob moved his head slowly but, once he was able to, he starred right back. "Drugs. He took something and started bad-tripping almost instantly." His voice was devoid of the drawl this time. "Idiot breathing still?" Something like worry appeared on his features, only to disappear right away.
The paramedic gestured his colleague over while he answered. "Weakly. He should be alright though. You know him?"
There was no other emotion on Jacob's face as he answered, but his voice betrayed his relief. "Dorian Baumann. He is a friend." He shrugged. The other paramedic joined his colleague and Jacob tried to move away to give them space. He didn't go far. He blanched even more, whimpered and reflexively grabbed his leg. The second paramedic was on him before he could release the breath he had taken in. It came as a shock when the gloved hand he put on Jason’s wet trousers came back strained with fresh blood.
"'s okay." Jacob groaned. "M'good." But Jacob being unable to speak properly was the surest sign that he wasn't. When he tried to push the paramedic away I got out of my stupor and kneeled next to him. There was so little force behind his movements that simply grabbing his wrists immobilized him. That close, the smell of blood became difficult to miss. The way the leg of his trousers clung to him suddenly became sickening in an entirely different way.
I was surprised at the anger that rose in me. "God Jacob! Couldn't you say you were hurt?” He didn't try to talk back but if his white face was anything to go by, it had more to do with not being able to than not wanting to. At least it didn’t take much convincing to make him admit that he wasn’t okay.
In the end Jacob nearly fainted of blood-loss and was taken to the hospital along with the junkie he had called a friend and the girl whose identity was still unknown. Once there the three of them were taken away for various tests and to put some blood back in Jacob. I was left alone in the hall with nothing better to do than let Alexandra know where her little brother was. I hesitated but then thought, what the hell, my loyalty went to her before her annoying brother. She appeared an hour later, dressed primly, hair perfectly pulled back and make up perfectly applied. Her father was with her, looking just as proper. When he saw them Jacob sent me the mother of all glares. As if he the hospital wouldn't have contacted them eventually. Alexandra saw me hovering further and joined me after she whispered a few words to her father.
I was greeted with a kiss and thanked profusely for warning them of Jacob's whereabouts. I politely answered that it was nothing, which was true. Any excuse to get Jacob in trouble was good to take. Especially when he had brought it on himself. Something was still nagging at me though. "Did you know where he was?"
Alexandra pouted. "Would you believe the little shit actually lied to us? We were persuaded he was at the Baumann's house for a movie."
There was genuine betrayal in he voice. Jacob instantly lost what little respect I ever gained for him. Not that I had expected much of him. He certainly had made clear from the start just how much of a brat he was. But still, I had given him more credit than this.
"Well I think your father will make sure he gets back on the right path." I reassured Alexandra.
Her smile illuminated her face. "Oh I bet. You should have heard Dad in the car, he doesn't let it show but he's fuming. The brat will regret ever setting foot out of the house. You and I will have peace for at least two months." She giggled and I couldn’t help a smile.
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