The Sage Haze- Chapter Thirty-Two
Title: The Sage Haze
Author: Windseeker2305
Rating: R, NC-17(in later chaps)
Summery: An ongoing series focusing on a group of friends who would literally do anything for each other. Tony and Sheera have been best friends since almost birth and Tony's world is about to be turned upside down when Sheera's cousin Shane moves to town to attend Allmsted University and everyones lives from then seem to get more complicated and little more thrilling.
Disclaimer: Characters within are of my own creation. Do not recreate or repost elsewhere without permission. M/M love and sexual situations as well as M/F love.
In this episode; NOT MUCH SINCE LJ won't let me post the whole chapter! I'm seriously thinking about taking this down and posting elsewhere!
The Sage Haze
Chapter Thirty-Two
Monday came all too soon for the students of Allmsted University. Shane was a bundle of annoying nerves until the second he stepped into The Tyrant’s classroom. And then he was hit with a strange calm, as if a heated blanket had been draped over him. He knew Professor Davenport’s midterm exam would be hell, but still he felt confident he’d studied enough, and at the end of it, he had the satisfaction of smiling innocently at the bastard when he dropped his test off on the professor’s desk. Eat that, shit head, he thought, knowing the Tyrant had been gunning for him ever since his attack for no goddamned reason. As he left the room, Shane gave an encouraging chin nod in Connor’s direction.
Out in the hall, Shane slumped down against the wall to wait for Conner and started to do exactly what a lot of other students were doing. He pulled out the notes to his next class to study as he waited. Conner came out fifteen minutes later, looking kind of sick and sliding down to sit next to Shane with his head bowed. Before Connor could bemoan the fact he failed, Shane gripped his arm and gave a little shake. “We studied for that test together. You had to have passed.”
“I don’t know…” Connor murmured. “That bitch was hard. When I got to the essay… seriously dude, I wanted to spear my brain with my pencil.”
“Yeah, the Tyrant did choose an obscure subject for the essay.”
Conner sighed and got to his feet. “At least I know I’ll pass our next exam.”
For the two of them Advanced Algebra was a piece of cake and they were among the first to finish the exam and leave the class. “Yes! I can breathe free until tomorrow’s exams!” Connor exclaimed.
“Not me. I still have a bio exam today.”
Connor winced sympathetically. “Why don’t I stay with you until your next? Then we can study till then.”
“And you can make sure you’ve got everything,” Shane replied with a smirk.
Connor shrugged. “What can I say, man. You’re good at teaching that stuff.”
“Cool. Let’s go.”
Like Conner had felt, when Shane walked out of his bio exam with a wave at his professor, he felt he could breathe free for a while. He sent a text to Tony as he headed for the training facility. Fifteen minutes later he’d changed into a pair of running shorts and a red sweat shirt and was starting a round of leisurely laps. Tony was officially off work now until after they returned from their trip, same went for the others of their group so he wasn’t too surprised to see Damien and Tony show up outside the track half an hour later.
Leaning against the fence lining the track, Damien shivered. “Why does he put himself through this torture,” he whined and tried snuggling against Tony’s side for warmth. Tony snorted and shoved him away before wrapping his jacket tighter around himself.
“It’s not torture for Shane. To him it’s freedom.”
“But it’s fucking cold!” Damien complained, trying to press back against Tony’s side.
“Go home then. No one forced you out here.”
“Look at those shorts! What the hell is cutie thinking… showing off his fantastic legs like that! BITCH!”
Tony grinned when Shane lifted an arm and spared Damien a finger. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I will if I want! He’s going to get sick!”
“Shane’s a pro runner. He knows what he’s doing, Dame.”
“You’re drooling, hun,” Damien replied after a few silent minutes, snickering.
“He looks fucking fine in those shorts,” Tony murmured distractedly, watching as Shane slowed to a walk, stretching his arms high and then dropping them to lace behind his head. The brat turned off the track, grinning as he approached them.
“Want us to hang around while you shower?” Damien questioned the moment Shane was beside them and all three headed to the building. Shane was better now, but he still had problems being in large crowds and he wasn’t at all comfortable being alone in places like the locker room and showers at school. He was always looking over his shoulder, afraid someone was hiding and preparing to attack from behind.
“Yeah, thanks.”
When they were inside, Tony tried following Shane into the showers, but Damien grabbed his arm to keep him outside. Tony growled at him. Shane had been sending him one of those flirty grins that said sex was definitely upon the horizon. “You’re keeping my hands from sliding over the world’s most perfect ass, Damien.”
“Can’t you stop being a pervert for even one moment?”
“Perfect. Ass,” he reiterated just in case Damien missed that part. Shane was obviously in a good mood and Tony figured he should take advantage of it. Especially since he knew the moment they got back to Damien’s place, Shane was going to hit the books again. Just as he would, or rather, just as he should.
Inside the shower room, Shane could clearly hear them talking and he grinned widely as he turned one of the showers on and stepped into the stall. Sometimes it still came as a shock to him that a man like Tony could want him, could love him the way he was loved. Completely. It still kind of felt weird that they were living together. Weird, but in no way horrible. And they were about to go away on a trip together… there were other people going to be there, but Shane felt it was the same thing.
The moment he stepped out of the locker room, Shane was assaulted and dragged back against a very warm hard chest and then wrapped around by Tony’s jacket. He was glad he’d dried his hair thoroughly so that he could drop his head back against Tony and not worry about getting his boyfriend’s shirt wet. It would have been stupid to go outdoors with his hair still wet anyway. The last thing he wanted was to get a cold and end up being sick throughout the ski trip.
Damien tisked at Tony and grabbed Shane’s bag that he’d dropped when Tony attacked him. “You guys coming over to my place to study?”
“Don’t we always?” Tony answered.
“How’d your exams go?” Shane asked as they vacated the building. Shivering slightly as the cold air hit him despite the heat radiating from Tony’s body.
Damien turned back to him with a grin. “Exams? Is that what they were? I could have sworn they were little quizzes. Easy, baby.”
“They weren’t that easy,” Shane said with an eye roll.
“Maybe not for you, freshman…”
Shane stuck his tongue out at him. Tony chuckled and looked at Damien as they stepped out onto the parking lot. “The spy going to get annoyed we’re at your place again?”
Damien grinned. “Half the annoyance is only an act…” the fake brunet stopped and suddenly looked serious. “Everyone needs to stop calling him a spy out in public, okay. It’s dangerous for him. He’s not… he’s not retired or anything, alright Tony?”
“Yeah, I got it, Damien… so you figured it out?”
“Yeah. Those tattoos… but it all clicked when I heard his real accent. He slips up when he’s very tired.” Then he was back to smiling brightly. “His real accent is dreamy. It’s all thick and broguish. Cream my pants every time he slips up!”
“It’s annoying that I don’t know what you two are talking bout beyond the fact we all know Jared’s a hard core murdering fucker,” Shane said as they came to stop between two cars. Damien’s black Jag and Tony’s POS Toyota.
“Assassinating,” Damien corrected in a whisper. “Assassinating fucker.”
Tony bent forward, his lips brushing against Shane’s ear. “IRA, or some sort of faction of it-”
“Tony!”
Everything clicked into place for Shane as he’d seen the tattoos as well and he was known as a bright boy. Shane stared at Damien in shock. “Man… that makes total sense now!”
Damien was busy glaring at Tony, who rolled his eyes. “What, Damien? We’re standing here talking about it right in front of him. I’m not keeping secrets from Shane. I know I told Jared I wouldn’t tell him, but… Shane’s not a moron. He’s not going to go blabbing, even if you two do like to gossip like girls--” Tony pitched over when Shane’s elbow embedded deep into his stomach.
Damien’s cell phone went off before he could start screeching. He glowered at Tony a second before he pulled out his phone and walked away several feet to talk. Shane suspected it was Jared on the other end, if the childlike smile was anything to go by. Tony leaned back against the black jag and let out a jaw cracking yawn. Shane twisted around within his jacket until they were pressed stomach to stomach and Tony’s hands immediately slid into his back pockets, cupping his ass. He then frowned and started to dig around in there before pulling out the switch blade.
A dark look crossed his face, but it was only there for a moment and he slid the knife into Shane’s coat pocket before returning that hand to his ass. “What was that look?” Shane asked.
“Nothing.”
Before Shane could ask anymore, Tony’s lips slid against his and his hands gripped Shane’s ass more firmly, tugging Shane’s hips towards his as he spread his legs a bit. They both moaned and for a moment Shane let it slide; instead more interested in the feel of his boyfriend’s body against his and slanting his mouth just so, so that Tony’s tongue had better access.
Damien glanced back over to them then and frowned. “They’re making out against my car,” he hissed into his phone. “What the hell! They’ll scratch my baby!”
“Damien, focus….”
“But… Bastard, they’ll scratch her! They’re all over each other-Jesus, they’re really hot when they make out, like they’re alone in a room with no one else around. You should see…” he tapered off breathlessly and shifted on the spot.
“I’ve been privy to one of their snogging sessions before,” Jared drawled. “Damien, listen… are you listening, princess?”
“Y-yeah,” again with the breathless tone. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear he heard Jared’s breath hitch in reaction. Jared swallowed thickly before clearing his throat. Damien grinned. Hopefully he was turning the bastard on.
“I won’t be coming to your place.”
“What?” he shouted, all playfulness gone. “Why?” he whined.
“I’ve things to do at my own place. I need to do some things before we go on this trip.”
Damien wanted to shout that that was not on. That Jared had better be fucking joking! How was he supposed to sleep without him? So much more went through his mind in mere seconds before he realized he was doing it again. That clinginess. He couldn’t help it, he was clingy, and he was afraid Jared was tiring of it and him. He knew, eventually he would become too much for anyone. Damien straightened from his slouch and glared at the ground. He’d lived quite well without Jared Newton before. He didn’t need the fine bastard! “Fine,” he snarled into the phone.
Jared sighed. “Damien, don’t take it like this. It’s not--”
Damien cut off the call, seething with insecurity and fury. “GET OFF MY CAR!!”
Author: Windseeker2305
Rating: R, NC-17(in later chaps)
Summery: An ongoing series focusing on a group of friends who would literally do anything for each other. Tony and Sheera have been best friends since almost birth and Tony's world is about to be turned upside down when Sheera's cousin Shane moves to town to attend Allmsted University and everyones lives from then seem to get more complicated and little more thrilling.
Disclaimer: Characters within are of my own creation. Do not recreate or repost elsewhere without permission. M/M love and sexual situations as well as M/F love.
In this episode; NOT MUCH SINCE LJ won't let me post the whole chapter! I'm seriously thinking about taking this down and posting elsewhere!
The Sage Haze
Chapter Thirty-Two
Monday came all too soon for the students of Allmsted University. Shane was a bundle of annoying nerves until the second he stepped into The Tyrant’s classroom. And then he was hit with a strange calm, as if a heated blanket had been draped over him. He knew Professor Davenport’s midterm exam would be hell, but still he felt confident he’d studied enough, and at the end of it, he had the satisfaction of smiling innocently at the bastard when he dropped his test off on the professor’s desk. Eat that, shit head, he thought, knowing the Tyrant had been gunning for him ever since his attack for no goddamned reason. As he left the room, Shane gave an encouraging chin nod in Connor’s direction.
Out in the hall, Shane slumped down against the wall to wait for Conner and started to do exactly what a lot of other students were doing. He pulled out the notes to his next class to study as he waited. Conner came out fifteen minutes later, looking kind of sick and sliding down to sit next to Shane with his head bowed. Before Connor could bemoan the fact he failed, Shane gripped his arm and gave a little shake. “We studied for that test together. You had to have passed.”
“I don’t know…” Connor murmured. “That bitch was hard. When I got to the essay… seriously dude, I wanted to spear my brain with my pencil.”
“Yeah, the Tyrant did choose an obscure subject for the essay.”
Conner sighed and got to his feet. “At least I know I’ll pass our next exam.”
For the two of them Advanced Algebra was a piece of cake and they were among the first to finish the exam and leave the class. “Yes! I can breathe free until tomorrow’s exams!” Connor exclaimed.
“Not me. I still have a bio exam today.”
Connor winced sympathetically. “Why don’t I stay with you until your next? Then we can study till then.”
“And you can make sure you’ve got everything,” Shane replied with a smirk.
Connor shrugged. “What can I say, man. You’re good at teaching that stuff.”
“Cool. Let’s go.”
Like Conner had felt, when Shane walked out of his bio exam with a wave at his professor, he felt he could breathe free for a while. He sent a text to Tony as he headed for the training facility. Fifteen minutes later he’d changed into a pair of running shorts and a red sweat shirt and was starting a round of leisurely laps. Tony was officially off work now until after they returned from their trip, same went for the others of their group so he wasn’t too surprised to see Damien and Tony show up outside the track half an hour later.
Leaning against the fence lining the track, Damien shivered. “Why does he put himself through this torture,” he whined and tried snuggling against Tony’s side for warmth. Tony snorted and shoved him away before wrapping his jacket tighter around himself.
“It’s not torture for Shane. To him it’s freedom.”
“But it’s fucking cold!” Damien complained, trying to press back against Tony’s side.
“Go home then. No one forced you out here.”
“Look at those shorts! What the hell is cutie thinking… showing off his fantastic legs like that! BITCH!”
Tony grinned when Shane lifted an arm and spared Damien a finger. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I will if I want! He’s going to get sick!”
“Shane’s a pro runner. He knows what he’s doing, Dame.”
“You’re drooling, hun,” Damien replied after a few silent minutes, snickering.
“He looks fucking fine in those shorts,” Tony murmured distractedly, watching as Shane slowed to a walk, stretching his arms high and then dropping them to lace behind his head. The brat turned off the track, grinning as he approached them.
“Want us to hang around while you shower?” Damien questioned the moment Shane was beside them and all three headed to the building. Shane was better now, but he still had problems being in large crowds and he wasn’t at all comfortable being alone in places like the locker room and showers at school. He was always looking over his shoulder, afraid someone was hiding and preparing to attack from behind.
“Yeah, thanks.”
When they were inside, Tony tried following Shane into the showers, but Damien grabbed his arm to keep him outside. Tony growled at him. Shane had been sending him one of those flirty grins that said sex was definitely upon the horizon. “You’re keeping my hands from sliding over the world’s most perfect ass, Damien.”
“Can’t you stop being a pervert for even one moment?”
“Perfect. Ass,” he reiterated just in case Damien missed that part. Shane was obviously in a good mood and Tony figured he should take advantage of it. Especially since he knew the moment they got back to Damien’s place, Shane was going to hit the books again. Just as he would, or rather, just as he should.
Inside the shower room, Shane could clearly hear them talking and he grinned widely as he turned one of the showers on and stepped into the stall. Sometimes it still came as a shock to him that a man like Tony could want him, could love him the way he was loved. Completely. It still kind of felt weird that they were living together. Weird, but in no way horrible. And they were about to go away on a trip together… there were other people going to be there, but Shane felt it was the same thing.
The moment he stepped out of the locker room, Shane was assaulted and dragged back against a very warm hard chest and then wrapped around by Tony’s jacket. He was glad he’d dried his hair thoroughly so that he could drop his head back against Tony and not worry about getting his boyfriend’s shirt wet. It would have been stupid to go outdoors with his hair still wet anyway. The last thing he wanted was to get a cold and end up being sick throughout the ski trip.
Damien tisked at Tony and grabbed Shane’s bag that he’d dropped when Tony attacked him. “You guys coming over to my place to study?”
“Don’t we always?” Tony answered.
“How’d your exams go?” Shane asked as they vacated the building. Shivering slightly as the cold air hit him despite the heat radiating from Tony’s body.
Damien turned back to him with a grin. “Exams? Is that what they were? I could have sworn they were little quizzes. Easy, baby.”
“They weren’t that easy,” Shane said with an eye roll.
“Maybe not for you, freshman…”
Shane stuck his tongue out at him. Tony chuckled and looked at Damien as they stepped out onto the parking lot. “The spy going to get annoyed we’re at your place again?”
Damien grinned. “Half the annoyance is only an act…” the fake brunet stopped and suddenly looked serious. “Everyone needs to stop calling him a spy out in public, okay. It’s dangerous for him. He’s not… he’s not retired or anything, alright Tony?”
“Yeah, I got it, Damien… so you figured it out?”
“Yeah. Those tattoos… but it all clicked when I heard his real accent. He slips up when he’s very tired.” Then he was back to smiling brightly. “His real accent is dreamy. It’s all thick and broguish. Cream my pants every time he slips up!”
“It’s annoying that I don’t know what you two are talking bout beyond the fact we all know Jared’s a hard core murdering fucker,” Shane said as they came to stop between two cars. Damien’s black Jag and Tony’s POS Toyota.
“Assassinating,” Damien corrected in a whisper. “Assassinating fucker.”
Tony bent forward, his lips brushing against Shane’s ear. “IRA, or some sort of faction of it-”
“Tony!”
Everything clicked into place for Shane as he’d seen the tattoos as well and he was known as a bright boy. Shane stared at Damien in shock. “Man… that makes total sense now!”
Damien was busy glaring at Tony, who rolled his eyes. “What, Damien? We’re standing here talking about it right in front of him. I’m not keeping secrets from Shane. I know I told Jared I wouldn’t tell him, but… Shane’s not a moron. He’s not going to go blabbing, even if you two do like to gossip like girls--” Tony pitched over when Shane’s elbow embedded deep into his stomach.
Damien’s cell phone went off before he could start screeching. He glowered at Tony a second before he pulled out his phone and walked away several feet to talk. Shane suspected it was Jared on the other end, if the childlike smile was anything to go by. Tony leaned back against the black jag and let out a jaw cracking yawn. Shane twisted around within his jacket until they were pressed stomach to stomach and Tony’s hands immediately slid into his back pockets, cupping his ass. He then frowned and started to dig around in there before pulling out the switch blade.
A dark look crossed his face, but it was only there for a moment and he slid the knife into Shane’s coat pocket before returning that hand to his ass. “What was that look?” Shane asked.
“Nothing.”
Before Shane could ask anymore, Tony’s lips slid against his and his hands gripped Shane’s ass more firmly, tugging Shane’s hips towards his as he spread his legs a bit. They both moaned and for a moment Shane let it slide; instead more interested in the feel of his boyfriend’s body against his and slanting his mouth just so, so that Tony’s tongue had better access.
Damien glanced back over to them then and frowned. “They’re making out against my car,” he hissed into his phone. “What the hell! They’ll scratch my baby!”
“Damien, focus….”
“But… Bastard, they’ll scratch her! They’re all over each other-Jesus, they’re really hot when they make out, like they’re alone in a room with no one else around. You should see…” he tapered off breathlessly and shifted on the spot.
“I’ve been privy to one of their snogging sessions before,” Jared drawled. “Damien, listen… are you listening, princess?”
“Y-yeah,” again with the breathless tone. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear he heard Jared’s breath hitch in reaction. Jared swallowed thickly before clearing his throat. Damien grinned. Hopefully he was turning the bastard on.
“I won’t be coming to your place.”
“What?” he shouted, all playfulness gone. “Why?” he whined.
“I’ve things to do at my own place. I need to do some things before we go on this trip.”
Damien wanted to shout that that was not on. That Jared had better be fucking joking! How was he supposed to sleep without him? So much more went through his mind in mere seconds before he realized he was doing it again. That clinginess. He couldn’t help it, he was clingy, and he was afraid Jared was tiring of it and him. He knew, eventually he would become too much for anyone. Damien straightened from his slouch and glared at the ground. He’d lived quite well without Jared Newton before. He didn’t need the fine bastard! “Fine,” he snarled into the phone.
Jared sighed. “Damien, don’t take it like this. It’s not--”
Damien cut off the call, seething with insecurity and fury. “GET OFF MY CAR!!”