Fly On The Windscreen 7/?
Title: Fly On The Windscreen
Author: maddonna001
Genre: My Bloody Valentine/Friday the 13th crossover
Pairing: Tom Hanniger/Clay Miller, implied Clay/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes up right as MBV ends. Tom escapes and meets Clay on the road. This story is about how two broken men meet and pick up the pieces together
Beta: The wonderful Sotia, aka. ssddgr
Warning: violence, mental illness
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, they belong to their owners, I’m doing this for just fun. OFC’s are 100% made up by me, I only took the face and name of some handsome Brazilian models, I don't own them either and I mean no harm.
Storyart: made by the extremely talented Jade aka. takacshedi
Title taken from Depeche Mode’s identically titled song, written by Martin L. Gore.
Word count in this chapter: 1665
During the drive back to the motel, Clay didn’t dare look at David. He was glad to see his former lover so understanding about his situation, but something in his gut told him the doctor might have seemed compliant, but could still change his mind later. Clay intended to meet with David one more time before he and Tom left town, just to make sure David knew exactly what he’d agreed to.
When they parked at the motel, David got out and opened the door for Clay, holding out his hand to help him out of his car. David was still holding his hand, well after Clay had both feet safely on the pavement, not willing to let it go. Even though Clay found it uncomfortable to hold hands with the boyfriend he’d just broken up with, he didn’t say a word. He walked to the hotel room and used his key to unlock the door. They found Tom sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, dressed in boxer briefs and a wife-beater, watching television. When Tom noticed Clay entering the room, he jumped out of the bed and stepped closer to him.
“Clay, is everything all right? Why are you back so early?” Noticing David still standing at the door, Tom stepped back, letting both men in. David closed the door and walked to the table, setting the food boxes on the table, then opening his mouth to answer Tom’s question.
“I think we discussed what we needed to, and Clay was so worried about leaving you alone that I suggested we come back to you, and eat our dinner here. I hope you don’t mind.” he finished.
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m glad you came back. I was starting to feel lonely here; Clay’s been away too many times since we arrived, haven’t you, buddy?” Tom asked, looking at his friend’s direction.
Still embarrassed about David’s presence, Clay walked to the table, took the food boxes in his hand and went to the kitchenette to put the food into the microwave oven. “Yeah, I’m just gonna warm up our food. Wanna join us, Tom?”
“Man, I just finished the food David brought me, which was delicious, by the way, bro” he said, winking at David .
“Oh come on, Tom; we don’t want you to just sit on your bed and watch us eat. I brought dessert too, why don’t you sit with us and have some?” David asked, taking the plates Clay handed him and putting them on the table.
“If you insist,” Tom conceded. “What have you got?” he asked and sat down, watching as Clay and the doctor joined him around the table.
“Have you ever had Indian food before?” the latter asked Tom as he opened the boxes. The spicy smell of their dinner hit Tom’s nose and his stomach started to grumble, despite being already full.
“Not really. The…ahem…place where I stayed the past few years wasn’t very famous for its cuisine,” he answered, looking deeply in Clay’s eyes. He knew his last residence was still a secret between just the two of them.
“Then I suggest you taste everything. We have naan bread, two different curries, basmati rice, and gulab jamun for dessert. It’s dumplings made of thickened milk with rose flavored syrup. You’ll love it.”
The three of them had dinner together, while they talked about Tom and Clay trying to sell the car in order to make some money before they could take off to the West Coast. David assured Tom that his wounds would heal fast and that in a couple of days he would be okay for the road.
After dinner, David said goodbye to Tom and asked Clay to walk him to his car since Clay still had his suitcase he took from David’s place in the trunk. As soon as the door closed behind them, Tom stepped to the window and peered through the blinds. He saw Clay walk briskly to the car, take his suitcase out and set it aside. He seemed fidgety, like he was eager to get back inside, but David neared the other man, took both of his hands and said something which Tom didn’t hear. The doctor leaned close to Clay’s face, obviously trying to kiss him. The grip he had on Clay’s wrists, was not letting the taller man pull free or step away.
What happened after that was simply a nightmare, for both Clay and Tom.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place to spend the night?” David asked.
“No. I told you; I don’t want to start over. Let us just move on.”
“It’s because of Tom, isn’t it? I saw how you two looked at each other during dinner. The guy’s really carrying a torch for you.”
“This isn’t just about him; it’s about what I want,” Clay said, trying to pull his hands from David’s grip.
“We still haven’t discussed everything. We have to talk again.”
“Yes, I know, David, and we will. Let us go and grab a cup of coffee tomorrow. Please, just leave now. Don’t force me something I don’t want to.” Clay said, having finally made David let go of his wrists.
“I don’t get it, Clay.” It was like he hadn’t even heard him. “We had something. Did all those years mean nothing to you?” He seemed close to tears, but wouldn’t let Clay cut in with a reply. “We had good times together. We still could. Do you remember? Remember how I used to have you spread on our bed? How I used to kiss your body? Remember how you were shaking from lust?” The questions were whispered into Clay’s ear while the doctor’s hands roamed all over his body, his chest pushed tight to his.
“I do, but it’s over. I don’t want you anymore.” He had to break free, the glint in David’s usually calm eyes was unsettling.
“But I want you and I know you still care about me!” David said, his voice higher, as he became more and more exasperated. “Come on, Clay, nobody can give it to you as god as I can. I can show you how good we could be!” he insisted, putting his right hand on Clay’s neck, in an effort to pull him closer, to kiss him, while grabbing the other man’s ass with his free hand.
Clay started to squirm in David’s hold, his facial expression clearly indicating how uncomfortable he felt in that situation.
“Let me go David, I don’t want to!” he said, raising his voice.
“But you said tonight you still love me!”
“I said I am not in love with you anymore!” Panic was choking him. David was destroying every last good memory of the two of them together.
“I know you, Clay. You need it. Please, let me give it to you. You don’t have to hide your lust from me.”
“Stop it! David, please stop this.”
“Let yourself feel it,” David said, trying to pull Clay forward with both hands despite Clay’s attempts to resist.
“You love me.”
“Ow! No! Stop it!”
They struggled, the doctor trying to kiss and grope Clay, him trying to push the other man away. David grabbed the front of Clay’s shirt, pulling on the fabric until he heard the sound of it being ripped, buttons flying. He sneaked a hand under it, flicking one of Clay’s nipples with his thumb.
“David, no-ow-what are you do-” Clay said as he tried to pull away, losing his balance and falling back onto the car.
Suddenly, the door of Clay’s motel room was torn from its hinges, and Tom stepped out moving fast towards them. He grabbed David by his jacket from behind, pulled the doctor off Clay and immediately punched him in the stomach. David doubled up from the sudden pain and Tom put his hands around the doctor’s neck and started to strangle him.
“Tom, stop it!” Clay shouted at his friend. No success. Tom’s facial expression was fierce, and frighteningly strange. In a heartbeat, Clay realized that it was Harry he was facing, not Tom.
“Harry, stop it, you are killing him! Harry.” He should be afraid, but he wasn’t, certain that Tom would stop Harry from hurting him.
Tom suddenly stopped, let go of David, and stepped a few steps behind. Panting, he looked at Clay. “C-Clay?” he asked quietly.
“Tom?” the other man answered.
“Yes, it’s me. Oh God, it happened again, didn’t it?” he asked, looking at David who was still trying to catch his breath. “What have I done?” Not feeling any strength in his legs, he collapsed to the ground. Clay kneeled next to Tom and hugged him. He looked at David and ordered, “David, get in your car and go home”
“Clay, I’m..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… What is wrong with him? He just tried to kill me!” He shouted at both of them, instantly forgetting the apology he’d began offering.
“Dave, please, just get in that car and drive home! Please! I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Please, I’m begging you. Go”
“All right, I’m going, but you really owe me an explanation. Otherwise I’m going to report Tom to the police and then both of you will be screwed,” David threatened, and with that, he climbed into the car and drove away.
Clay helped Tom up and guided him back to their hotel room. After he had him sitting on his bed, he climbed next to him and hugged him again. They both lay down, and Clay turned off the light and began stroking Tom’s face until the other man stopped crying. When Tom’s breathing became slower and steadier, Clay closed his eyes too and fell asleep next to him. It never occurred to him to be scared of sharing a bed with the man who minutes before had threatened his ex-lover’s life. That had been Harry.
Chapter 8
Author: maddonna001
Genre: My Bloody Valentine/Friday the 13th crossover
Pairing: Tom Hanniger/Clay Miller, implied Clay/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes up right as MBV ends. Tom escapes and meets Clay on the road. This story is about how two broken men meet and pick up the pieces together
Beta: The wonderful Sotia, aka. ssddgr
Warning: violence, mental illness
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, they belong to their owners, I’m doing this for just fun. OFC’s are 100% made up by me, I only took the face and name of some handsome Brazilian models, I don't own them either and I mean no harm.
Storyart: made by the extremely talented Jade aka. takacshedi
Title taken from Depeche Mode’s identically titled song, written by Martin L. Gore.
Word count in this chapter: 1665
During the drive back to the motel, Clay didn’t dare look at David. He was glad to see his former lover so understanding about his situation, but something in his gut told him the doctor might have seemed compliant, but could still change his mind later. Clay intended to meet with David one more time before he and Tom left town, just to make sure David knew exactly what he’d agreed to.
When they parked at the motel, David got out and opened the door for Clay, holding out his hand to help him out of his car. David was still holding his hand, well after Clay had both feet safely on the pavement, not willing to let it go. Even though Clay found it uncomfortable to hold hands with the boyfriend he’d just broken up with, he didn’t say a word. He walked to the hotel room and used his key to unlock the door. They found Tom sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, dressed in boxer briefs and a wife-beater, watching television. When Tom noticed Clay entering the room, he jumped out of the bed and stepped closer to him.
“Clay, is everything all right? Why are you back so early?” Noticing David still standing at the door, Tom stepped back, letting both men in. David closed the door and walked to the table, setting the food boxes on the table, then opening his mouth to answer Tom’s question.
“I think we discussed what we needed to, and Clay was so worried about leaving you alone that I suggested we come back to you, and eat our dinner here. I hope you don’t mind.” he finished.
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m glad you came back. I was starting to feel lonely here; Clay’s been away too many times since we arrived, haven’t you, buddy?” Tom asked, looking at his friend’s direction.
Still embarrassed about David’s presence, Clay walked to the table, took the food boxes in his hand and went to the kitchenette to put the food into the microwave oven. “Yeah, I’m just gonna warm up our food. Wanna join us, Tom?”
“Man, I just finished the food David brought me, which was delicious, by the way, bro” he said, winking at David .
“Oh come on, Tom; we don’t want you to just sit on your bed and watch us eat. I brought dessert too, why don’t you sit with us and have some?” David asked, taking the plates Clay handed him and putting them on the table.
“If you insist,” Tom conceded. “What have you got?” he asked and sat down, watching as Clay and the doctor joined him around the table.
“Have you ever had Indian food before?” the latter asked Tom as he opened the boxes. The spicy smell of their dinner hit Tom’s nose and his stomach started to grumble, despite being already full.
“Not really. The…ahem…place where I stayed the past few years wasn’t very famous for its cuisine,” he answered, looking deeply in Clay’s eyes. He knew his last residence was still a secret between just the two of them.
“Then I suggest you taste everything. We have naan bread, two different curries, basmati rice, and gulab jamun for dessert. It’s dumplings made of thickened milk with rose flavored syrup. You’ll love it.”
The three of them had dinner together, while they talked about Tom and Clay trying to sell the car in order to make some money before they could take off to the West Coast. David assured Tom that his wounds would heal fast and that in a couple of days he would be okay for the road.
After dinner, David said goodbye to Tom and asked Clay to walk him to his car since Clay still had his suitcase he took from David’s place in the trunk. As soon as the door closed behind them, Tom stepped to the window and peered through the blinds. He saw Clay walk briskly to the car, take his suitcase out and set it aside. He seemed fidgety, like he was eager to get back inside, but David neared the other man, took both of his hands and said something which Tom didn’t hear. The doctor leaned close to Clay’s face, obviously trying to kiss him. The grip he had on Clay’s wrists, was not letting the taller man pull free or step away.
What happened after that was simply a nightmare, for both Clay and Tom.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place to spend the night?” David asked.
“No. I told you; I don’t want to start over. Let us just move on.”
“It’s because of Tom, isn’t it? I saw how you two looked at each other during dinner. The guy’s really carrying a torch for you.”
“This isn’t just about him; it’s about what I want,” Clay said, trying to pull his hands from David’s grip.
“We still haven’t discussed everything. We have to talk again.”
“Yes, I know, David, and we will. Let us go and grab a cup of coffee tomorrow. Please, just leave now. Don’t force me something I don’t want to.” Clay said, having finally made David let go of his wrists.
“I don’t get it, Clay.” It was like he hadn’t even heard him. “We had something. Did all those years mean nothing to you?” He seemed close to tears, but wouldn’t let Clay cut in with a reply. “We had good times together. We still could. Do you remember? Remember how I used to have you spread on our bed? How I used to kiss your body? Remember how you were shaking from lust?” The questions were whispered into Clay’s ear while the doctor’s hands roamed all over his body, his chest pushed tight to his.
“I do, but it’s over. I don’t want you anymore.” He had to break free, the glint in David’s usually calm eyes was unsettling.
“But I want you and I know you still care about me!” David said, his voice higher, as he became more and more exasperated. “Come on, Clay, nobody can give it to you as god as I can. I can show you how good we could be!” he insisted, putting his right hand on Clay’s neck, in an effort to pull him closer, to kiss him, while grabbing the other man’s ass with his free hand.
Clay started to squirm in David’s hold, his facial expression clearly indicating how uncomfortable he felt in that situation.
“Let me go David, I don’t want to!” he said, raising his voice.
“But you said tonight you still love me!”
“I said I am not in love with you anymore!” Panic was choking him. David was destroying every last good memory of the two of them together.
“I know you, Clay. You need it. Please, let me give it to you. You don’t have to hide your lust from me.”
“Stop it! David, please stop this.”
“Let yourself feel it,” David said, trying to pull Clay forward with both hands despite Clay’s attempts to resist.
“You love me.”
“Ow! No! Stop it!”
They struggled, the doctor trying to kiss and grope Clay, him trying to push the other man away. David grabbed the front of Clay’s shirt, pulling on the fabric until he heard the sound of it being ripped, buttons flying. He sneaked a hand under it, flicking one of Clay’s nipples with his thumb.
“David, no-ow-what are you do-” Clay said as he tried to pull away, losing his balance and falling back onto the car.
Suddenly, the door of Clay’s motel room was torn from its hinges, and Tom stepped out moving fast towards them. He grabbed David by his jacket from behind, pulled the doctor off Clay and immediately punched him in the stomach. David doubled up from the sudden pain and Tom put his hands around the doctor’s neck and started to strangle him.
“Tom, stop it!” Clay shouted at his friend. No success. Tom’s facial expression was fierce, and frighteningly strange. In a heartbeat, Clay realized that it was Harry he was facing, not Tom.
“Harry, stop it, you are killing him! Harry.” He should be afraid, but he wasn’t, certain that Tom would stop Harry from hurting him.
Tom suddenly stopped, let go of David, and stepped a few steps behind. Panting, he looked at Clay. “C-Clay?” he asked quietly.
“Tom?” the other man answered.
“Yes, it’s me. Oh God, it happened again, didn’t it?” he asked, looking at David who was still trying to catch his breath. “What have I done?” Not feeling any strength in his legs, he collapsed to the ground. Clay kneeled next to Tom and hugged him. He looked at David and ordered, “David, get in your car and go home”
“Clay, I’m..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… What is wrong with him? He just tried to kill me!” He shouted at both of them, instantly forgetting the apology he’d began offering.
“Dave, please, just get in that car and drive home! Please! I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Please, I’m begging you. Go”
“All right, I’m going, but you really owe me an explanation. Otherwise I’m going to report Tom to the police and then both of you will be screwed,” David threatened, and with that, he climbed into the car and drove away.
Clay helped Tom up and guided him back to their hotel room. After he had him sitting on his bed, he climbed next to him and hugged him again. They both lay down, and Clay turned off the light and began stroking Tom’s face until the other man stopped crying. When Tom’s breathing became slower and steadier, Clay closed his eyes too and fell asleep next to him. It never occurred to him to be scared of sharing a bed with the man who minutes before had threatened his ex-lover’s life. That had been Harry.
Chapter 8