Title: SHIFT . Part 3: Wednesday Dawn . by: calcium_yeah
A/N: RiseAgainPhoenix, Luke Rules, kellyerielf thank you for assuring me someone's reading this. And, hey, thank you to the people I hope are reading this and just not reviewing because otherwise I'm taking to nobody right now and that would be kind of crazy. Oh, and, yep, screwy formatting. Still have no idea what the heck I'm doing.
A/N 2: Wow. I really shouldn't just post things without reading them first. This chapter just plain sucked. I leave it up here only to. . . . actually I don't know why I'm leaving it up here, but I am. I'll fix it tonight and repost shortly. Until then. . . . brace yourself and feel free to comment on what I should keep/get rid of for the improved third chapter.
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SHIFT PT.3
Luke's arm would seem to be casually resting around Seth except for his subtle vice-grip on the smaller boy's right shoulder.
"I can't do this anymore."
Seth's statement was ignored.
"I'm not doing this anymore."
Luke pushed him face first into the sand. Seth turned around spiting and wiping sand from his mouth. Luke jumped on top of him pressing his pelvic bone into Seth's hip.
"You can lie to yourself," he pushed his body down and applied pressure Seth's lower body, getting the desired result ", but don't lie to me," To this day Seth didn't understand why his body reacted the way Luke wanted it to. Every erection was like a betrayal and he split his time between being almost convinced that this was what he really wanted and hating himself for letting it happen again and again. "Why do you lie to me, Seth? Why do you lie to me?"
Seth was crying, "I'm not letting this happen anymore." Luke was laughing, "But its happening. Right now it's still happening." He leaned down into Seth's neck and nuzzled into it as his laughter subsided.
Luke continued, "I'm not blind. I know. You want me so bad it hurts you. You wish you didn't, don't you. I used to feel the same way. I'd ask myself why I wanted this skinny little qu. . . .but here we are. Together."
Seth was crying harder. Luke pulled up and remained sitting on Seth's waist as he grabbed fistfuls of sand and began throwing them in Seth's face. "Stop. Fucking. Crying." He punctuated each word with another pile of sand.
"I hate you."
Seth had stopped crying and this came out as the most solid thing he'd said all day. Luke looked broken. His fist swung in a direct course for Seth's eye knocking the boy deeper into the sand. Luke began to pummel him as he curled up, too destroyed to fight back. Luke was starting to tear up, screaming somewhat hysterically.
"Don't you ever say that! You love me! Don't lie to me! If you don't love me back I'll kill you!" Luke paused with his fists clenched by his sides breathing so heavily his entire body moved. Seth was in too much pain to fully comprehend the whole confession of love/murder threat being screamed at him. Luke decided to make that last part clear.
"I'm serious." Luke rasped out more calmly, "I'll kill you. And I'll kill them." He fell beside Seth on the sand with only the water-trail marks on his face as evidence that anything had been wrong. Mood swings much?
Luke lay on his left side and stared at Seth's face which was turned to the sky determinedly looking ahead. "I just want to make you happy," Luke rubbed Seth's stomach. Seth kept has face ahead, unresponsive. Luke curled up beside him and threw his right arm over his chest, lips pressed into his neck.
Seth tries to close his eyes and enjoy the fingers threading through his hair, but even unseeing it got harder everyday. Anyway, he wasn't allowed to close his eyes anymore. Not since Ryan came. Because then he could pretend it was Ryan's hands caressing him.
"Why are your eyes closed?"
Seth grudgingly lifted his eyelids to reveal a pair of tired brown eyes- they reflected how worn he felt. Icy blue stared back at him and Seth couldn't read the emotion, but was there strongly.
"Who do you think about when you close your eyes?" Ryan. "You." Seth lied blatantly. They both saw how much it pained Seth to say this, but it was just easier that way. "I'm right here. You don't have to close your eyes to think about me. Why don't we just enjoy being with each other while we can?" Luke edged in, nearly laying on top of Seth . He breathed shakily in Seth's ear as he adjusted his arm around Seth's chest.
Neither one of them heard the bike wheels passing by some feet away.
A/N: RiseAgainPhoenix, Luke Rules, kellyerielf thank you for assuring me someone's reading this. And, hey, thank you to the people I hope are reading this and just not reviewing because otherwise I'm taking to nobody right now and that would be kind of crazy. Oh, and, yep, screwy formatting. Still have no idea what the heck I'm doing.
A/N 2: Wow. I really shouldn't just post things without reading them first. This chapter just plain sucked. I leave it up here only to. . . . actually I don't know why I'm leaving it up here, but I am. I'll fix it tonight and repost shortly. Until then. . . . brace yourself and feel free to comment on what I should keep/get rid of for the improved third chapter.
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SHIFT PT.3
Luke's arm would seem to be casually resting around Seth except for his subtle vice-grip on the smaller boy's right shoulder.
"I can't do this anymore."
Seth's statement was ignored.
"I'm not doing this anymore."
Luke pushed him face first into the sand. Seth turned around spiting and wiping sand from his mouth. Luke jumped on top of him pressing his pelvic bone into Seth's hip.
"You can lie to yourself," he pushed his body down and applied pressure Seth's lower body, getting the desired result ", but don't lie to me," To this day Seth didn't understand why his body reacted the way Luke wanted it to. Every erection was like a betrayal and he split his time between being almost convinced that this was what he really wanted and hating himself for letting it happen again and again. "Why do you lie to me, Seth? Why do you lie to me?"
Seth was crying, "I'm not letting this happen anymore." Luke was laughing, "But its happening. Right now it's still happening." He leaned down into Seth's neck and nuzzled into it as his laughter subsided.
Luke continued, "I'm not blind. I know. You want me so bad it hurts you. You wish you didn't, don't you. I used to feel the same way. I'd ask myself why I wanted this skinny little qu. . . .but here we are. Together."
Seth was crying harder. Luke pulled up and remained sitting on Seth's waist as he grabbed fistfuls of sand and began throwing them in Seth's face. "Stop. Fucking. Crying." He punctuated each word with another pile of sand.
"I hate you."
Seth had stopped crying and this came out as the most solid thing he'd said all day. Luke looked broken. His fist swung in a direct course for Seth's eye knocking the boy deeper into the sand. Luke began to pummel him as he curled up, too destroyed to fight back. Luke was starting to tear up, screaming somewhat hysterically.
"Don't you ever say that! You love me! Don't lie to me! If you don't love me back I'll kill you!" Luke paused with his fists clenched by his sides breathing so heavily his entire body moved. Seth was in too much pain to fully comprehend the whole confession of love/murder threat being screamed at him. Luke decided to make that last part clear.
"I'm serious." Luke rasped out more calmly, "I'll kill you. And I'll kill them." He fell beside Seth on the sand with only the water-trail marks on his face as evidence that anything had been wrong. Mood swings much?
Luke lay on his left side and stared at Seth's face which was turned to the sky determinedly looking ahead. "I just want to make you happy," Luke rubbed Seth's stomach. Seth kept has face ahead, unresponsive. Luke curled up beside him and threw his right arm over his chest, lips pressed into his neck.
Seth tries to close his eyes and enjoy the fingers threading through his hair, but even unseeing it got harder everyday. Anyway, he wasn't allowed to close his eyes anymore. Not since Ryan came. Because then he could pretend it was Ryan's hands caressing him.
"Why are your eyes closed?"
Seth grudgingly lifted his eyelids to reveal a pair of tired brown eyes- they reflected how worn he felt. Icy blue stared back at him and Seth couldn't read the emotion, but was there strongly.
"Who do you think about when you close your eyes?" Ryan. "You." Seth lied blatantly. They both saw how much it pained Seth to say this, but it was just easier that way. "I'm right here. You don't have to close your eyes to think about me. Why don't we just enjoy being with each other while we can?" Luke edged in, nearly laying on top of Seth . He breathed shakily in Seth's ear as he adjusted his arm around Seth's chest.
Neither one of them heard the bike wheels passing by some feet away.