A/N: I'm upping the rating to R, because there's a lot of sexual content and swearing in this chapter. This is slash, so don't forget that. Also, there is some content in this chapter that people might find disturbing. There isn't any actual sex, but there's non-consensual content in here. As always, spoilers as well.
Spinner wonders briefly if he should sit down at the desk chair, on the bed. If he's allowed to smoke, what he should say. Jay refuses to look at him, just lays down on the bed and lights up.
"Don't stand there like a fucking statue, Spin. You're making me nervous," he says. Spinner hesitates, then sits down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry about last night. I should've said something," he says. Jay quirks an eyebrow.
"Like what? 'Are you high, Jay? It was just fucking'?" he says. Spinner rubs the back of his neck and stares at the lamp on Jay's bedside table.
"I could've said it back," he says. There's no reply. He looks back at Jay, who's looking at him strangely, like it hurts his eyes.
"Would you have meant it?" he asks.
"Would you have cared?" Spinner shoots back. Jay keeps looking at him that way, then smirks and glances over at the clock.
"I don't think so," he says.
"If I'd said it, what would you have done?" Spinner asks. Jay shrugs.
"I'd have fucked you," he says. Spinner swallows.
"My parents were home," he says.
"So I'd have fucked you in the car. Big friggin' deal. Nothing we haven't done before," Jay says. Another shrug, then a drag off the cigarette, "Or maybe I'd have let you fuck me. That's something we haven't done before."
"Shut up," Spinner says, his face burning.
"It's true, come on, Spin. You never had the balls to do it, to turning a fucking phrase. Your old friends know that you're a bottom? That you're my bitch?" Jay says as he drops the cigarette into a glass of water on the bedside table.
"I told you to shut the hell up. Knock it off," Spinner says. Jay grabs the collar of Spinner's shirt and forces him down onto the bed.
"Come on, Spinster. Tell me," he says. He moves a leg over so that he's straddling Spinner's hips. "Has it come up in conversation recently that not once have I let you do me?"
"Stop it," Spinner says. Jay presses his wrists into the mattress above his head and grinds his hips down. Spinner squeezes his eyes shut. He cannot be getting hard at that.
"Besides us two, who knows that you're the fucking girl here? Who've you told? The queer? The psycho? The one who got us kicked out of school?" Jay continues to hold down Spinner's wrists with one hand, unbuttoning his shirt with the other.
"Get off me," Spinner says. He tries to shove Jay off him, but the pressure on his wrists increases.
"No need to fight. I think we both know I handle you pretty well," Jay says.
"Jay, I said get off me. Stop it," Spinner says, trying to yank away again. Jay grabs Spinner's jaw and forces his head to the side, brushing his lips against Spinner's ear.
"Is this how you like me, Spinster?" he asks. The nickname sounds dirty like this. Obscene. "Is this how you want me to treat you? You get pissed when I say I love you, you must want me to treat you like a piece of ass, right?"
"Stop it, Jay. You don't act like this," Spinner says. Jay licks the edge of Spinner's jaw.
"But it's how you want me to act," he says.
"No, it's not," Spinner says. Jay moves a hand down Spinner's chest, his nails digging in, leaving long red tracks. Spinner gasps slightly under his touch, half in pain, half in shock. Jay repeats the movement over the previous marks.
"These are the rules, Spinster. You hurt me, I hurt you," he says. He yanks open the zipper and button on Spinner's jeans and pushes them down over his hips. He strokes the soft, pale skin on Spinner's hipbones, then presses him down into the mattress. Hard.
"Stop it, Jay. Please," Spinner says hoarsely.
"I thought you wanted me," Jay says, almost mockingly. Spinner shakes his head.
"No. Not like this. Not when you're hurting me," he says. Jay stills. His hand on Spinner's hip, fingers squeezing his wrists, hips grinding against his own. The just stays there, not moving, for a few moments. Finally, he rolls off and stands up. He glances back at Spinner, lying on the bed with his hair disheveled, and shirt open, and he's hard, and Jay looks at him, disgusted, though it's not apparent whether it's with Spinner or with himself. Either way, he grabs Spinner's hand and pulls him to his feet. He pulls up Spinner's jeans and yanks up the zipper.
"Get your clothes on, you fucking whore. And get out of my house," he says. He heads to the bathroom, and Spinner stares after him, dirty, and used, and pathetic.
