A/N: This is an alternate ending. Swearing, Adult scenes.
"Give me a sign" That's all he was thinking. All of something, half of nothing, boiled down to one thing. He needed to feel him there, say nothing and look at him. Stand so close to him that his lungs breathed in his breath. But all he could feel was the bullying wind scratching the warmth that covered him like a cocoon. He hovered in the house as Burke and Randy looked at him with a disgusted smirk. Nathan didn't need them, but he didn't need the memories of his troubles either. He took at deep breath and turned away from them, looking up at the ceiling, hoping they wouldn't beat him. Hoping they wouldn't touch him. He counted to ten and turned around, the ghosts and the boys were both gone. Roy was racing back to camp. Every twig he stepped on frightened the shit out of him. He'd pack up, run for Nathan go back home and fake a cold so he didn't have to go to school for a week. He poisonious doubt flooded his mind as he thought of the rumours. How could he protect his reputation, how could he protect his parents? This whole night had been bullshit anyway. He cursed himself for laying his hands on Nathan, Why was that boy so scared all the time?
"No wonder you camped with Nate, you both got something ya don't want us to catch?" Randy shouted.
It was time to face the music. All he needed was some space to get away, be ashamed act a little tough, then run home back to mummy and daddy. "Me and Nathan are just friends OK?" Roy told them, dismantling the tent and trying to roll it up. Burke walked over and put his foot on the tent, threatening to crush the frame. Roy wondered if Burke was going to do that to his spine. "We're friend's Roy, we were..." Burke said clenching him by the cuff and dragging him up. "Just let..." Roy began before he felt the full force of Burke's fist in his face. The blood slithered out of his nose like an angry snake. Burke nodded and Randy kicked his head so hard he could feel his brain scream. So this was end. What a shitty way to kick the bucket. They'd kill him out here bury his body in the gutter path by the lake and threaten Nathan.
Nathan.
The thought of him gave Roy pain that he couldn't even compare to the beating. The thought of never seeing this kid again felt so achingly raw he had to scream out. Burke heard him groan and with his foot, rolled him onto his front. Roy shuddered as snot dribbled into his mouth and he started to unbutton his shirt. Amazingly Burke and Randy paused for a moment wondering what the hell he was doing. "We don't want you queer" Randy spoke as he reached out to strike his ex's friend's ribs, but Burke had other plans. This could be sorted out, right here right now. He pushed Randy back and looked over to the tent. "Randy ya shouldn't be in this, pack the tent, get back home" "Wha...but" Randy began ready to give the dirtbag another beating for cheating on his girl and being sick enough to touch up a guy.
"You don't want this queer's grief do ya, his sick blood on ya hands, I've got this, go" Burke said the chill from the wind refusing to rattle his teeth. Randy nodded packing up, before coming back to Roy, leaning over and spitting out the largest lugie he could cough up from his throat. High- fiving Burke as he left, his friend ordered Roy to get up. Trembling Roy only got to his knees before Burke kicked him in the face. Crouching over him like a hungry tiger he sat on him throwing jabs to his face and neck. "Gotta keep that mouth of your's safe ain't we?" Pushing his thumb and forefinger roughly against his cheek. "Go to hell" Roy said as he pushed Burke's hand down on his muddy thigh. "You know they'll kill ya back home" Burke grunted, reaching for his neck. "After this, you can't come back" "Who says?" Roy asked, smiling while suffocating, and Burke loosened his grip. "All those times I've spent with ya drinking, and this is the shit you pull" Roy dragged Burke's hand away from his throat only to get his face scratched and the weight of Burke's body on his. It was almost crushing him, but as Roy panted gasping for air he accidently stroked the seam of Burke's jeans and had an idea.
"What's mama gonna think? We know what your daddy'll do" Burke said as he gave him a worringly glare. Roy tried to get his hands up but Burke took one of his wrists and twisted it so hard Roy had to turn onto his stomach. "Look at me when I talk to you fucker!" Burke shouted. It was now or never. Roy spun around went to the side of Burke's face and licked his cheek. He got hit back, but with less force, it was working, slowly but surely. "Look at me Burke" Roy said, his fingers shaking as he buttoned his shirt. "Look at me and tell me you don't want this" He placed Burke's hand on his bare chest, but Burke ended up turning him onto his front and punching his back. Roy wondered why Burke wasn't skinning him alive until he could feel the warmth of Burke's breath and the sharp pain of Burke's teeth against his neck.
He tried to turn about but Burke moved him back. He slid a hand round Roy blood stained jeans and undid his buttons rather quickly before sliding his own jeans then his boxers off. Knowing that Burke was off his guard, Roy elbowed him in the chest as for the first time since the tag-team started, he could slowly feel his feet on the ground. "I'm not doing this here, ya gotta talk to Randy" Burke grinned and did his jeans up, sitting on his heels. "Randy's a big boy, I can't tell him what to do" Roy walked over to Burke and leaned down gently pushing Burke's legs open. He blew hoarse air into cupped fingers before putting his bruised hands into Burke's jeans and nervously stroking his dick. Burke zipped down his trousers a little more, but Roy took his hand out before Burke was ready to explode.
"You seem like a big boy yaself, you have to go to Randy, your the only one that can scare the shit outta him" Roy asked hoping that he looked needy enough to convince him. "I might. If you stay away from that nerdy fag" Burke told him buttoning up his jeans. "Ya mean Nath-" Roy began before Burke got up and sucker punched him in the stomach. "Don't fucking say his name. You look him again, and every fucker'll know that you sucked his dick, I can warn you from Randy, I can turn this a whole 'nother way... you don't bother him, ya understand?" Burke asked with anger that was as fake as Roy's ghost stories. Roy nodded as he got up looking at his and his pal's tent.
"No worries, I'll bother you instead" On battered glass-fragile legs Roy stepped toward Burke and held his hand out. Burke grabbed his chin before pulling Roy's shirt collar and kissing him roughly. Forcing Roy to taste the fact that he was cheating, that he and Nathan were over. Burke pushed him away like a dog before packing up. "Let's go" Burke told him as Roy nodded, knowing he couldn't even dare to look at anything other than the ground. He just hoped Nathan would understand that he was doing this for the both of them. Unaware that Nathan already knew. Laying on the forest bed the starlight was patient it stayed silent, revealing Roy's betrayal. He'd heard everything, seen everything. The sight of Roy's hand down Burke's pants made him sick. He couldn't handle it, he wouldn't. The anger he felt couldn't be described, he couldn't understand the need to howl like a desserted wolf, but he couldn't remember feeling this alone. Ever.
He pictured his mother so he didn't swear. Clenching his hands together he needed to be saved from the jealousy and lust he felt for Roy. Closing his eyes and whispering a prayer, he forced himself to believe Roy was too perfect to really exist.