Hit the Floor
Title: Hit the Floor
Rating: R
Pairing: Gabe/Ian
Summary: Ray expects consequences for what he’s done, but that does not mean he’s just going to lie down and take it
AN: Thank you to crashdownpixie for providing a wonder beta experience. Title is from the song of the same name by Linkin Park.
Vicious Cycle:
The Only Deal You’ll Find, I’ll Gladly Take Your Soul
Another Night (Wishing I Wasn’t Here
Line In The Sand
Some of the kids at Tower Prep hated doing their own laundry, but Ray didn’t really mind it. Back home, he’d had to pretty much take care of himself; it was nothing new to him to keep his clothes in a hamper and he didn’t put it off as long as some of the others did. He knew there was no point, it wasn’t just going to go away if he didn’t do it.
“Dude, why don’t you make a Freshman do it for you? Like Forrest or someone,” Don suggested.
Ray rolled his eyes and hefted his laundry bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, because approaching him now with Archer playing bodyguard is the best idea ever.”
“You’re scared of Archer,” Don accused.
“I’m not afraid of him, but I’m not stupid either,” Ray retorted. “I’ll get him when the time is right.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“What’s your problem? You’re being a bigger bitch than usual,” Ray said, raising an eyebrow at his friend.
“Nothing,” Don shot back. “Go do your fucking laundry.”
“Fine, why don’t you jerk off while I’m gone? That way, when I get back, you’ll stop being such a bitch,” Ray snapped.
He grabbed his laptop and left their room. He headed down to the laundry room. On his way, he felt like he was being watched, but whenever he looked behind him no one was paying him any attention. He was, therefore, relieved when he found the laundry room to be void of any other occupants. Most students started their laundry and then left, but Ray preferred to sit and do his homework without any interruptions while he waited.
The thing Ray was thankful for was that the school provided laundry soap and fabric softeners for them. It would’ve sucked to have to use his hard earned work credits on things like laundry soap.
The washers were along one wall and the driers were along the other with the chairs at the end of the room and a huge open space in the middle. After throwing his stuff in one of the empty washers, he settled himself into an empty chair and opened his laptop. He had an essay to write for History and he’d barely gotten a start on it. It didn’t take long for him to get completely engrossed in it, so when the laundry door opened he didn’t notice. When his skin started to prickle with the feeling of being watched again he looked up and smirked.
“I’m surprised you know how to do your own laundry, pretty boy,” Ray taunted. “You could probably just ask Forrest to do it for you.”
“You don’t get to talk about him,” Archer snarled.
Ray put his laptop aside and stood up. He could read Archer’s body language easily enough. He was pissed and that fury was directed squarely at Ray. Still, Ray couldn’t help himself, Archer was such an easy target.
“He would do anything you asked him to,” Ray said. “Why, with the right persuasion he’ll do anything.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Archer demanded.
Ray smirked nastily. “You’ll have to ask your boy toy.”
“I don’t know what exactly you did to him, but I swear to god you won’t come near him again,” Archer threatened.
“Yeah? Are you going to stop me, Archer?” Ray asked incredulously.
“I’m going to kick your ass right now and teach you a lesson you won’t forget,” Archer said and stepped further into the room.
Ray got into a fighting stance, relaxed and ready. “Oh yeah? I dare you to try it, tough guy.”
They circled each other, making full use of the space they had. Ray looked for any weakness in Archer’s defense, any sign of distraction. There was none, Archer was completely focused on him and probably doing the exact same thing.
“Come on pussy, is this how you plan to get revenge because I beat your boyfriend’s ass?” Ray taunted. “Are you jealous that I got a piece of it? Has he even put out for you yet?”
That pushed the right button. Ian lunged with a swing at Ray’s face. Ray grabbed his arm, yanked him into a punch to the solar plexus and then swung him to the ground. As Archer lay gasping for breath, Ray laughed.
“Is that what kicking my ass looks like? I wish Forrest was here right now, so that he could see what kind of pussy he thinks is defending his honor.”
Archer snarled and popped to his feet. In his anger, he attacked again and once again Ray countered and swung him into one of the driers. Ray pinned him there and got several punishing blows into the other’s ribs before he backed off again.
“Maybe once we are done here I’ll go check up on him,” Ray said.
“You stay away from him,” Archer gasped out, pushing himself away from the drier.
“Or what, Archer? You’ll ‘kick my ass’, hmmm?” Ray said, complete with air quotes and a smirk. “You’re not even worth my time. Someone should just put you out of your misery.”
Ray could see Archer trying to control his anger and frowned to himself. His best chance against Archer was to make Archer angry so that he would keep making mistakes. If Archer started to control himself and not act rashly the odds of winning the fight would tip in favor of Archer
“Speaking of putting someone out of their misery,” Archer said as he straightened up, hand on his chest. “I found out some interesting information about you today.”
Ray shrugged. “So?”
“Got yourself tied to the flagpole in nothing but your underwear last year,” Archer said. “That must have been embarrassing.”
“That goon learned his lesson already,” Ray said, fists clenched at the reminder of the terrible incident.
“I heard he used to beat your ass all over campus,” Archer went on. “They say you never won a fight against him, is that true?”
Ray gritted his teeth. “Say one more thing about it and I’ll break every bone in your body.”
“I’ve never lost a fight, so who is the pussy here?”
Ray lunged forward and the fight was really on. Archer could predict most of his moves and counter, while Ray’s training helped him instinctively react and counter. They were almost evenly matched and neither one was really getting the upper hand. Finally, Ray managed to catch Archer with a kick to the knee, which took him off balance enough for Ray to then catch him with an elbow to the jaw. Archer fell to the floor, barely conscious.
“There’s a first time for everything, Archer. You preflex assholes are all the same. You think that you’re so much better than everyone else. The truth is that you’re no better than anyone else,” Ray sneered. “Now, since I know where you are, I might just go pay your little boyfriend a visit.”
“No!”
In seconds, Ray found himself on the ground, wrestling with Archer. The other boy was still woozy from the blow to the head, but determined to keep Ray down. They rolled across the floor until Ray found himself wedged against the washer with Archer trying to kick and punch him. Ray tried to block the best he could, but a knee caught him in the groin taking away his defense so that a blow to the jaw rocked him.
“You’ll never lay another finger on Gabe,” Archer snarled as he scrambled to his feet.
Ray’s body was still pulsing from the pain of the knee to his balls, so he didn’t react quick enough to get away from Archer’s fury. Kick, after kick connected with his body and all he could do was try and curl up to protect himself.
“You remember this if you ever think about coming near him again,” Archer went on.
Ray groaned in pain and clutched at his battered arm; it didn’t feel broken, but it definitely hurt from protecting his head from any kicks. He vaguely heard Archer stomp away and raged at himself. He had made a promise to himself that people with preflex would never hurt him again.
Whatever Archer thought, his attack on Ray had the opposite effect. Ray was far from scared away. If anything his hatred for Archer deepened, burning with a fury so bright he could barely see anything else. Ray would make Archer suffer, even if it wasn’t Archer who bared the brunt of Ray’s fury.
Rating: R
Pairing: Gabe/Ian
Summary: Ray expects consequences for what he’s done, but that does not mean he’s just going to lie down and take it
AN: Thank you to crashdownpixie for providing a wonder beta experience. Title is from the song of the same name by Linkin Park.
Vicious Cycle:
The Only Deal You’ll Find, I’ll Gladly Take Your Soul
Another Night (Wishing I Wasn’t Here
Line In The Sand
Some of the kids at Tower Prep hated doing their own laundry, but Ray didn’t really mind it. Back home, he’d had to pretty much take care of himself; it was nothing new to him to keep his clothes in a hamper and he didn’t put it off as long as some of the others did. He knew there was no point, it wasn’t just going to go away if he didn’t do it.
“Dude, why don’t you make a Freshman do it for you? Like Forrest or someone,” Don suggested.
Ray rolled his eyes and hefted his laundry bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, because approaching him now with Archer playing bodyguard is the best idea ever.”
“You’re scared of Archer,” Don accused.
“I’m not afraid of him, but I’m not stupid either,” Ray retorted. “I’ll get him when the time is right.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“What’s your problem? You’re being a bigger bitch than usual,” Ray said, raising an eyebrow at his friend.
“Nothing,” Don shot back. “Go do your fucking laundry.”
“Fine, why don’t you jerk off while I’m gone? That way, when I get back, you’ll stop being such a bitch,” Ray snapped.
He grabbed his laptop and left their room. He headed down to the laundry room. On his way, he felt like he was being watched, but whenever he looked behind him no one was paying him any attention. He was, therefore, relieved when he found the laundry room to be void of any other occupants. Most students started their laundry and then left, but Ray preferred to sit and do his homework without any interruptions while he waited.
The thing Ray was thankful for was that the school provided laundry soap and fabric softeners for them. It would’ve sucked to have to use his hard earned work credits on things like laundry soap.
The washers were along one wall and the driers were along the other with the chairs at the end of the room and a huge open space in the middle. After throwing his stuff in one of the empty washers, he settled himself into an empty chair and opened his laptop. He had an essay to write for History and he’d barely gotten a start on it. It didn’t take long for him to get completely engrossed in it, so when the laundry door opened he didn’t notice. When his skin started to prickle with the feeling of being watched again he looked up and smirked.
“I’m surprised you know how to do your own laundry, pretty boy,” Ray taunted. “You could probably just ask Forrest to do it for you.”
“You don’t get to talk about him,” Archer snarled.
Ray put his laptop aside and stood up. He could read Archer’s body language easily enough. He was pissed and that fury was directed squarely at Ray. Still, Ray couldn’t help himself, Archer was such an easy target.
“He would do anything you asked him to,” Ray said. “Why, with the right persuasion he’ll do anything.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Archer demanded.
Ray smirked nastily. “You’ll have to ask your boy toy.”
“I don’t know what exactly you did to him, but I swear to god you won’t come near him again,” Archer threatened.
“Yeah? Are you going to stop me, Archer?” Ray asked incredulously.
“I’m going to kick your ass right now and teach you a lesson you won’t forget,” Archer said and stepped further into the room.
Ray got into a fighting stance, relaxed and ready. “Oh yeah? I dare you to try it, tough guy.”
They circled each other, making full use of the space they had. Ray looked for any weakness in Archer’s defense, any sign of distraction. There was none, Archer was completely focused on him and probably doing the exact same thing.
“Come on pussy, is this how you plan to get revenge because I beat your boyfriend’s ass?” Ray taunted. “Are you jealous that I got a piece of it? Has he even put out for you yet?”
That pushed the right button. Ian lunged with a swing at Ray’s face. Ray grabbed his arm, yanked him into a punch to the solar plexus and then swung him to the ground. As Archer lay gasping for breath, Ray laughed.
“Is that what kicking my ass looks like? I wish Forrest was here right now, so that he could see what kind of pussy he thinks is defending his honor.”
Archer snarled and popped to his feet. In his anger, he attacked again and once again Ray countered and swung him into one of the driers. Ray pinned him there and got several punishing blows into the other’s ribs before he backed off again.
“Maybe once we are done here I’ll go check up on him,” Ray said.
“You stay away from him,” Archer gasped out, pushing himself away from the drier.
“Or what, Archer? You’ll ‘kick my ass’, hmmm?” Ray said, complete with air quotes and a smirk. “You’re not even worth my time. Someone should just put you out of your misery.”
Ray could see Archer trying to control his anger and frowned to himself. His best chance against Archer was to make Archer angry so that he would keep making mistakes. If Archer started to control himself and not act rashly the odds of winning the fight would tip in favor of Archer
“Speaking of putting someone out of their misery,” Archer said as he straightened up, hand on his chest. “I found out some interesting information about you today.”
Ray shrugged. “So?”
“Got yourself tied to the flagpole in nothing but your underwear last year,” Archer said. “That must have been embarrassing.”
“That goon learned his lesson already,” Ray said, fists clenched at the reminder of the terrible incident.
“I heard he used to beat your ass all over campus,” Archer went on. “They say you never won a fight against him, is that true?”
Ray gritted his teeth. “Say one more thing about it and I’ll break every bone in your body.”
“I’ve never lost a fight, so who is the pussy here?”
Ray lunged forward and the fight was really on. Archer could predict most of his moves and counter, while Ray’s training helped him instinctively react and counter. They were almost evenly matched and neither one was really getting the upper hand. Finally, Ray managed to catch Archer with a kick to the knee, which took him off balance enough for Ray to then catch him with an elbow to the jaw. Archer fell to the floor, barely conscious.
“There’s a first time for everything, Archer. You preflex assholes are all the same. You think that you’re so much better than everyone else. The truth is that you’re no better than anyone else,” Ray sneered. “Now, since I know where you are, I might just go pay your little boyfriend a visit.”
“No!”
In seconds, Ray found himself on the ground, wrestling with Archer. The other boy was still woozy from the blow to the head, but determined to keep Ray down. They rolled across the floor until Ray found himself wedged against the washer with Archer trying to kick and punch him. Ray tried to block the best he could, but a knee caught him in the groin taking away his defense so that a blow to the jaw rocked him.
“You’ll never lay another finger on Gabe,” Archer snarled as he scrambled to his feet.
Ray’s body was still pulsing from the pain of the knee to his balls, so he didn’t react quick enough to get away from Archer’s fury. Kick, after kick connected with his body and all he could do was try and curl up to protect himself.
“You remember this if you ever think about coming near him again,” Archer went on.
Ray groaned in pain and clutched at his battered arm; it didn’t feel broken, but it definitely hurt from protecting his head from any kicks. He vaguely heard Archer stomp away and raged at himself. He had made a promise to himself that people with preflex would never hurt him again.
Whatever Archer thought, his attack on Ray had the opposite effect. Ray was far from scared away. If anything his hatred for Archer deepened, burning with a fury so bright he could barely see anything else. Ray would make Archer suffer, even if it wasn’t Archer who bared the brunt of Ray’s fury.