Chapter 17: This is gonna happen
Jason sighs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the screen on his phone.
Do I call Clay or to not? He closes his eyes taking a moment to think .
Shit! He sighs again. Pulling his pants down his legs, before taking them off and dropping them over the back of the chair in the corner of the bedroom. He's left wearing his tee shirt and boxer shorts as he throws back the quilt on the bed and climbs in.
Laying his head back against the pillow, hands tucked behind his head, he stares at the ceiling, quietly contemplating and reflecting on the situation with Clay.
Another long ,loud and frustrated sigh unconsciously escapes his lips, and five minutes later he flicks the bed side lamp back on. Shit! He looks down, checking at his phone again.
Clay Spenser, my god you are so damn annoying!
Getting up out of the warmth of the bed covers, he wanders around the apartment. Taking the milk out of the fridge, he drinks it straight from the carton while he continues to to pace around the room.
All he can think about, as weaves his way back and forward across the room, is the way he behaved this morning.
You know, I really should apologise to Clay. But why, why should I? He's having the same argument with himself over and over. Telling himself he owes Clay, owes an apology for the way he spoke to him, the way he treated him after the night before.
Yeah but will Clay even accept an apology? You know what he's like. No, wait, just sleep on it. You know him, he wont appreciate you doing it tonight. Go to sleep.
Jason gets back into his bed, laying his head down, feeling the comfort of the soft pillows before switching out the light. He lays there, in total darkness, his eyes looking up but unable to see ceiling. He's still sighing and still unable to sleep. He turns over, checks his phone. He brings up Clay's number in his contacts and his thumb hovers over the call button. Shit! What is he doing to me?
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Clay backs away, pushing Devon's hand off of his cheek "Look you should go. It's late and I need to sleep. I have work tomorrow and you... well, you know this really isn't a good idea"
"Oh, but I think you're wrong. I think it is, a good idea." Devon smiles continuing to stroke his fingers on Clay's cheek "Oh c'mon Clay, seriously? Are you still playing hard to get. You've been teasing me all night, begging to get to this point. You know this is gonna happen, right?"
"No, no, sorry you need to go, right now!" Clay turns the lock on the door pulling it ajar slightly. Unfortunately Devon's not only much stronger, but physically taller too.
He puts his hand over the top of Clay's head and slams the door shut. He now has Clay trapped between the door and his body. He smiles "C'mon Clay, stop playing around now. Just give in to it. You know, you can make this easy or hard but either way, this is going to happen tonight"
"No! No see, no it's not. This is not what I want. I don't want you. I'm sorry"
"So what? You were just playing with me? Using me, trying to make Jason jealous. Is that it? Cos you know, I don't take kindly to games like that." he takes a deep breath in trying to calm himself "Let me tell you something Clay, about Jason. If he told you no, then it's no. He doesn't do this, this clingy, needy stuff. Nor does he get jealous. So, you need to wake up, cos you're only fooling yourself if you think it's going any further. But that doesn't mean that we can't have some fun, right? "
Devon smiles as he lays his hand on Clay's bare chest, running it gently over his muscles then down his abs before trailing back up over his biceps. "You're a good-looking guy Clay. Why would you think I wouldn't want this? I mean you spent all evening leading me on"
"No!" Clay ducks under his arm. He's too quick for Devon as he backs away towards the couch "Just go! Please. I don't want this. Maybe...maybe I thought I did, but I don't"
Hmmm! Devon frowns "Well it's too late. You shouldn't tease so much. You should think more carefully how it will affect people. I couldn't have made it any clearer that I wanna sleep with you. So, what makes you think I'm just gonna let it go now? I mean after all, no one actually knows that I'm here, do they?"
Clay swallows nervously, he can feel his heart beating hard in his chest. He doesn't know what to say but this brain is asking himself, Why the hell didn't I listen to Jason earlier? Jason knew this guy, he warned him. But no, no you had to be clever. You had to prove a point. Maybe I did encourage this?
"Just go please!"
"I don't think so. You know I'm surprised that those shots you drank, didn't have more effect on you tonight? I mean you were pretty wasted last night"
"I only drank one, so why would they?"
Devon smiles "Oh well, never mind. So, you gonna show me the bedroom or would you rather we do it, here on the couch?"
"We're not doing anything. You're gonna leave." Devon steps forward and Clay finds himself once again trapped between him and the breakfast bar. "Just go!"
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, at least not until the morning" Devon now grabs his head in his hands, forcing his mouth onto Clay's, his tongue thrust deep into Clay's throat.
Devon's so big and strong, but Clay summons all of the strength in his body and pushes him back with force. "Get the hell off me!"
"Oooo!" Devon smiles "Feisty! You know I like that in you. You wanna play rough? That's good, I like rough!"
Clay takes a breath, looking around for anything he can use as a weapon. But then he hears a sound, it's the stupid ringtone he has on his phone and they both turn, looking at the source of the noise. Clay remembers this phone is on the kitchen worktop, and he can see the white of the screen flashing with Jason's name. He wills it towards him but there is no way that he can reach it from where he is.
" Oh, I don't think so." Devon smiles
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Jason sighs as he puts the keys in the ignition of his truck then starts it up. He sits for a moment letting it idle, listening to the humming sound of the engine while he thinks. Oh, God damn you Clay! It's one am. For god sake answer the phone.
Jason's spent the last hour tossing and turning in his bed and now he's decided that he really needs to tell Clay what's been on his mind, for most of the day. But as is normal, anything Clay related, is not easy. Why won't you answer the damn phone? For fuck sake! Jason punches the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. Why do you have to be so damn annoying ? Urggghh!
Frustrated, angry and annoyed he's determined that he will be heard, tonight. He puts the truck in drive and pulls out of the parking lot .
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"You know, I'm probably getting spun up" he lies "I need to go!"
"I don't think so!" Devon laughs "You know I did that job for long enough. I know how it works. You get a central text, not Jason calling you personally, for a spin up. No matter how close you are. Anyway, forget him. I told you, you and him, you're going nowhere. He won't mess with his team. He's too precious about it. Crossing that line, it's something he can't handle. Remember if he can't handle it then it'll be you that's looking for a new team. That's the way he works. He'll cut you off"
Clay swallows nervously, trying to keep Devon talking so that he can distract him, keep his hands from touching his body. "It's not like that. He cares for me; I know he does"
Devon laughs, stroking his fingers down Clay's neck and gently running them along the lines of his chest muscles, and then over his nipple. "I don't think so. Jason doesn't do that. Not with his men. Hell, he can hardly maintain that kind of relationship with a , you have no hope"
"You're wrong. I know you are." Clay desperately looks around for his phone "Just cos he wasn't like that with you, it doesn't mean he can't do it with someone else or with me!"
Devon laughs. But this time its an angry, annoyed and frustrated laugh. Then suddenly Clay closes his eyes. He feels like he's going to pass out, as something hits him hard across the cheek.
It's the crunching blow of Devon's hand, as he slaps him hard across the side of the head., knocking him sideways onto the floor.
Awww!
He grimaces in pain. His jaw aches and he can taste blood on in his mouth Fuck! "What the hell?"
"I told you. I like to play rough. You know, I told Jason this was gonna happen, but what did he do about it? Nothing. Nothing, cos he didn't care."
"You told him that you were gonna sleep with me?"
"No I told him I was gonna fuck you but... but he didn't seem bothered. He certainly didn't try to stop me. I mean, you'd think if he was so into you, then he'd have at least done everything to not let this happen" he smirks "He knows how I like it, sex. That I like to play hard and rough but I'm up the challenge, I like to work for it."
Now Devon's on the floor beside Clay, his weight laying on top of him. Forcibly holding his hands against the floor his knees pinning Clay's legs apart, as he licks his tongue down his cheek.
"I said get the hell off me!" Clay pushes his body forward, resisting against his grip "Just stop it! This not happening."
"Oh, c'mon Clay relax. You know what, I should have really done this yesterday. I mean, I had you right where I wanted you, but stupidly, I got greedy. I wanted you to know what happened between us, Shit! That was stupid. I should have just taken it then."
"You . .. you spiked my drink didn't you?"
"Hey!" He smiles " What can I say, just wanted to loosen you up a little. Don't worry it was just supposed to just relax you. I mean you're so uptight all the time. I wanted you to enjoy it, not to hurt you too much. You know I have a reputation for being a big guy" he smiles trying to kiss Clay's mouth again.
Clay forces his head to turn, pulling away from him. "Get the hell off me, I'm warning you!"
"You're such a good-looking guy, Clay. I'm surprised it's taken this long for Jason to even think about it. Mind, in my opinion, he always has to think things over too much. He can't just make a decision and do it. He has to think it all through, all the pros and cons, before he acts"
Devon now forces his lips against Clay's. Clay kicks out, struggling against his grip, pushing away from the heavy weight of Devon laying on top of him.
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Jason sighs as he sits in the parking lot outside Clay's apartment.
Shit! What the hell am I doing here? Look at the time. Oh, this is stupid. I should just go.
He leans his head back in his seat, then hits call on the phone again. Part of him wants to see how well received his presence will be, before he makes a fool of himself.
The phone once again goes to voice mail. Shit! Clay, why they hell are you ignoring me? Just pick up the goddamn phone. We need to talk.
He bites his lip as the bleep to leave a message blips in his ear "Look Clay, it's me... I'm...I'm here,in the parking lot, downstairs. If you wanna see me , then call me back."
He sighs, cutting off the call. He leans his head back again, grinding his teeth in frustration.
What if he does sleep with Devon? How's that gonna feel? Especially if you don't say what you need to say? Oh c'mon, you know Clay, he'll do anything to go against you. Shit! Oh, this is so dumb. Why the hell are you just sitting here? Go upstairs, or go home!
He gets out of the truck. Then standing beside it, with the door open, he looks up the building to the windows of the floor that Clay's apartment is on. He's almost physically willing him to call back .
No, no this is stupid. You don't need to apologize to him. What happened, happened, just leave it there. He was the one who was being the ass and you warned him, about Devon, what more can you do? He'll have to find out for himself!
He sits back in the truck the keys back in the ignition slot. He closes his eyes. Fuck!
Oh godammit! He opens the door and again he gets out. Fuck!
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Clay struggles under the weight and force of Devon's grip. Managing to get one of his hands free he connects a punch with Devon's jaw. There's a loud cracking thud, the sound of his fist punching out, hitting his cheek bone.
For a moment Devon lets him go. Holding his hand to his cheek. Crunching his jaw around trying to ease the pain "You ... fuck!" Devon laughs. He's impressed by the power of Clay's fist "Oh, I'll give you that one. Nice shot"
It's just enough of a lull in Devon's attention for Clay to get out from under his grip. He hauls himself up to a standing position and now he's ready to fight back. But again Devon lurches towards him this time grabbing Clay's fist, as he throws another punch. It allows Devon to twist Clay's arm behind his back.
"Awww fuck! Let go!" Clay cries out in pain. The force Devon uses makes Clay afraid that he's going to break his arm "Get the hell off me !"
"No way, not now! I like the way you punch though. I mean, like that you fight back. But I've had enough of messing around now. You owe me, and I'm taking my payment."
"No!" Clay finds himself crashing down onto the ground. His face hitting the floor. He feels likes he's going to black out and though he hasn't got his eyes closed there's a burning pain in his forehead "Fuck!" he screams out "Get the hell off me!"
Devon smiles. Clay can feel him pulling at the zip on his jeans "NO! No, GET OFF!"
Devon's pulling at the material trying to force them down over his butt. Now he can hear the sounds of Devon grappling with his own belt. Undoing the clasp.
Clay wriggles and fidget's underneath him trying desperately to pull away. But the force Devon has on his arm is making it impossible. The more he moves and pulls, the more Devon struggles to hold him and undo his fly at the same time. Shit! "Keep still! Relax and just make this easy on yourself."
"What? You seriously think I'm gonna let you do this?" They both end up grappling on the floor Clay doing everything to get from under his grip.
Then Devon's laid against Clay's back, pinning him to the floor. The air feels like it's being squeezed out of him. Then suddenly the both stop.
They lay still and silent. Frozen to the spot on the floor as they hear the loud knock on the door. It's Jason. He decided he had to say what was on his mind and he's now waiting, pacing the hallway outside the apartment.
He's probably asleep. This was stupid, coming here. He's probably ignoring you for the sake of it. Fuck!
Actually, the fact that Jason thinks he's being ignored is infuriating, and he knocks even harder on the door this time.
You know, who the fuck do you think you are, Clay Spenser? You think you can just ignore me until you choose.
"CLAY... open this fuckin door up!"
Shit! "Jason." Devon frowns
Clay breathes a sigh of relief. But then suddenly he can't breathe at all, as Devon's hand covers his mouth. He tries to fight against it, but in the position he's in with Devon on top of him, his arms pinned back. He can't move.
Mmmm! Mmmm! he groans, trying to bite at Devon's hand.
"Shut up!... Shhh! Be quiet. You're only gonna make this worse for yourself"
"CLAY! Clay open the goddamn door, or I'm gonna break it down. Who the hell do you think you are, ignoring me?"Jason sighs and then walks away from the door.
Clay almost laughs as he can hear Jason. He but he's concentrating on trying to breath. Mmmm! He kicks out, trying with every ounce of strength to push Devon off. He twists around, just enough to get his mouth free "Jason! ...HELP!"
"Fuck you Clay. This is the last time I try to apolog..." Jason stops, mid sentence. Standing still as he hears a noise in the apartment. He stands quiet, listening. He walks back toward the door, putting his ear to it
"Clay?" he frowns " Clay, you in there? Clay... are you alright?"
"Shit!" Devon pulls a firmer grip on Clay's arm.
It's hurting to the point that Clay feels like a bone might snap soon with the force he's using. Awww!" he cries out.
His cries, though muffled, are loud enough for Jason to hear it. "Clay! ...Clay, open this door now! Seriously, open it or I really am gonna break it down."
"Shit!" Devon thinks fast about what to do. He looks down at Clay pinned underneath him. His shirt off and his boxer shorts exposed "Oh what the hell!" he smiles as he pushes Clay's head tight against the floor. Clay can barely cry out now He can feel Devon using his free hand to continue undoing his belt.
"NO! No!" Clay cries into Devon's hand that's wrapped around his mouth.
Jason's outside. His brain ticking over, wondering what's going on inside then he realises something might be wrong "DEVON ! Devon are you in there?" He sighs, his ear back tight to the door, listing to the sounds from inside . He bangs hard on the door "Clay... what the hell's going on in there?"
"We're fine! Go away Jason, this is nothing to do with you. We're just, you know, fooling around. Clay, didn't wanna tell ya, but it's better you don't know the details."
"Jason! ...Help! " Clay musters all his strength and manages to call out.
Now Jason's concerned. He barges his shoulder against the door, but it doesn't give. Fuck!
"Clay! One of you open this door, right now!" he frowns frustrated, slamming his hand hard against the door "Devon, I don't care what's going on, open this door up, right now!"
"Trust me Jason, stay away! Better you don't see what we're doing."
"Devon, I'm warning you. Open this fucking door right now! "
"Sorry I can't. Your boy needs teaching a lesson. He shouldn't fool around, not if he can't handle himself. Leading me on. Using me to try and make you jealous. You caused this Jason. You brought him and dangled him in front of me. Now you both learn a lesson."
"No!" Clay struggles as much as he can. He can hear Devon pulling down his jeans, his knee on Clay's back,holding his hands.
"Shit!" Jason barges the door again and again, but no movement "Open this door!"
"Mmmm" Devon smiles "God Clay, you're gorgeous."
Clay takes a deep breath he can feel Devon's touch on his back "No! Get the hell off me. Jason HELP!"
Jason closes his eyes. He's trying to think how to get in there. "Devon you stop right now. Right now or ... or...or I'm gonna call Alex !"
Devon stops. He doesn't move. Laid on top of Clay, holding his hands tight together in his hand "You wouldn't fuckin dare!"
"Oh I would. You open this door, you've got 3 seconds to open it, or I call!"
"Fuck!" Devon's wondering if Jasons' bluffing, can he take the risk, dose he want to?
"Don't test me Devon! ... ONE!... TWO!... Th..."
Devon's up off of Clay. He's at the door, unlocking it. "Stop!"
They both stand in the doorway, face to face, staring at each other. "You wouldn't really, right?"
Jason gives a sly smiles as he holds up his phone, the name Alex on the screen his thumb hovering over the call button. " Oh, wouldn't I ?"
Then there's almighty crack, as Jason's fist hits Devon full in the face, filled with angry force. It's so hard that it knocks him backwards. Jason's fist hurts, his hand covered in blood as Devon stands holding his bleeding nose. "Fuck you Jason! What the hell was that for?"
"You know exactly what it was for!"
Devon angrily lurches forward, grabbing Jason's waist, pushing him over. There's another loud thud as Jason punches again, followed by the crack of Devon's hand hitting back at Jason's jaw. It's now a full on scrambling fight on the floor between them, until there's a loud bang and a sound like pottery breaking.
Clay's up on his feet, his jeans still undone loose around his waist, as he hits Devon over the head with the side table lamp.
"Fuck!" Devon rocks back from the shock. Staggering until he falls backward on to the floor. There's blood trickling down the side of his face. For just a few moments he's stunned, the pain in his head throbbing.
While he has the chance, Jason scrambles to his feet, rubbing his jaw he picks up his phone from the floor. He's taking deep breaths, frowning "You alright?" He looks up and he can see the bruising on Clay's face "What the hell is going on here?"
Clay's taking anxious breaths as he holds his head. He can feel the cut where he hit it earlier when he crashed down on to the floor. "Yeah" He nods "Yeah, I'm okay! I'm fine "
Shit! He's wondering how this all got out of hand so quickly. His body shakes involuntarily as the adrenaline starts to subside. Shaking, he realises how much trouble he was in.
Devon's still holding his head in his hands He smiles wryly looking at Clay "Guess it was Jason to the rescue this time..." he turns back to Jason "instead of Ray!" He laughs
"You just need to get the hell out of here. Then you stay the hell away from me, stay away from him. You stay away from my team, full stop or I will make that call! Are we clear?"
"Fuck you Jason! Listen to you" he laughs "You were the one started this, cos you couldn't stay away, could you? No, you had to show off your new toy. You were the one trying to make me jealous. You brought him to me for the massage. You knew what might happen."
"No! That was me being naive, I wasn't thinking. The last time I spoke to you, you said you had everything in control now, that you were better. I just needed somewhere safe to...to come. It was stupid it was me wanting to have him. I shouldn't have done it, you're right. That was my fault. But it was never anything to do with you, it was about me. About me get gratification because I wanted him too much. I should never have crossed that line. Now you need to get the hell out of here !"
Devon looks around and glares as Clay "You listening to this? I hope so, cos you know he'll hurt you, just like he did me. He'll never give you what you want, he can't. He can't admit what he is, what he likes."
"Yeah like you'll never be what Alex wants you to be. You need to sort that out. You need help. Ray was right, you're an animal and you shouldn't be around people until you get it in control. But I am to blame too I should never have brought you into Clay's life. Just go! Go home and then get some help Devon."
"You two make me sick, know that. Don't talk about me needing help, you need to look at yourself first. I'm going but don't worry, but this isn't the end of this!"
"Yes it is! I told you, you stay away from Clay, or you'll regret it!"
"Oh, I'll stay away from Clay, don't worry. He's too needy for me, and I thought for you too. You use to be more of man, Jason" Clay swallows nervously as Devon gets up. He smiles at Clay, pushing past Jason as he leaves
"Oh shit!" Clay bends squatting down, head in his hands "Shit!... Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should have listened when you warned me about him"
"No! No, I'm sorry. I should never have let you go with him. Honestly I thought he'd changed!"
Awww! "Clay I'm so sorry". Jason bites his lip as he stands in the doorway. He's looking at Clay, stood there half-dressed and he feels guilty for what nearly happened "Clay I'm sorry." Jason takes a deep breath, his nerves making him shake"It's late, I should go. We'll talk tomorrow"
"Wait!" Clay frowns "You came here for something, and now you're gonna go? After all that, you're just gonna leave?"
"I'm sorry I have to. This, this proves why we can't happen"
"Jason ...wait, stay!"
Jason turns looking at him "Clay I can't... "