Hello readers. waves

It occurred to me recently that this fandom is seriously lacking in slash. I've never quite understood that since we do have one confirmed homosexual male actually in show, plus quite a few males who are quite possibly bisexual.

And thus, this fic, was born. Grins

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well… I might partially own Tino… but not his name… It's confusing really. But whatever… non-profit… blah blah blah… don't sue…

P.S. Jordan's smarter than we give him credit for.

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Here we go! A super-long chapter to make up for my lack of posting recently (Christmas vacation away from my internet connection tear).

"You lied to me."

I can only lower my head as Tino steers me thought the hallways. Students and teachers are watching us curiously as we pass. It's not a secret that either of us are bi—the backseats of both of our cars are fairly popular—but public displays of affection are pretty rare.

"You lied directly to my face."

I can feel the anger radiating out from him and I want to pull away. I know I'm not strong enough though, and the attempt will only make him angrier.

The sad thing is that even though Tino is my best friend when he gets into like these blind furies he terrifies me. I know that he would never hurt me but I can't help but want distance between us when he's like this. I think its because my dad is pretty decent when he's sober (though its rare) but he goes into rages just like Tino when he's drunk and he gets very violent. So, it's like an ingrained reaction for me to be frightened of him when he's this mad.

On the contrary, I'm practically clinging to him as we walk because my head is swimming and I can barely hold myself up; forget walking in a straight line.

"There is no way in hell that you ate anything at all yesterday," He hisses, hauling me towards his car.

I moan weakly.

"And you threw up that measly little bit of rice too, didn't you?"

I don't have to answer because he already knows that I did. It wasn't really on purpose… but I didn't make any effort to keep it down either.

"You are messed in the head Catalano."

He almost throws me into the car when he says it and I don't think I've felt quite this weak ever before. There's like this numbness and I feel completely disconnected from my body; it's very relaxing.

"When's the real last time you ate?" He asks after about ten minutes.

"Thursday." I mutter sleepily.

The frozen glass of the window against my forehead is the only thing keeping me awake.

"Christ Catalano… you haven't eaten in a week! No wonder you've been passing out all over the place…"

I nod very slightly.

"You're insane," He's shaking his head in disbelief. "That cannot possibly make you feel good."

"It does." Even my voice sounds disconnected and weak.

"How?" He's starting to calm down.

I shake my head because there is no way I can ever explain how it feels to someone who's never starved.

He's quiet now and I can tell the rage has passed so I just watch him. He's frowning thoughtfully as he drums on the steering wheel and it's during these moments like this that he looks absolutely gorgeous and I can't keep myself from being attracted to him. He's got this amazing, shaggy black hair, and I know from experience how soft it is. And he's got this really handsome face; strong jaw, deep set eyes, high cheekbones, bronze skin.

Perfection.

He says he wants to be an actor or a singer, and I know he can do it. Despite the fact that he's got the skills he's also got the looks and any company would be moronic not to sign him.

"I know I'm a sex god Catalano, but there's really no need to stare."

"Sorry…" I lower my gaze.

"I was just teasing Jordan, you stare if you want," He grins. "Gives me an ego boost."

"You don't need one."

"Yeah, but it's good to know that even a sexy thing like you finds lil' old me attractive."

I just stare at my heads and fiddle with my wrist brace, ignoring the compliment. My arm is still aching from my dad's attack and I wish that I were brave enough to fight back against him.

I'm always so paralysed when he hits me… I just take it… I don't know if its just fear… or lingering respect or—God forbid—love, but I've never raised my hand to him (outside of the chair incident and look at how well that turned out).

I've never actually raised my hand against anyone; not even that teacher who hurt me in seventh grade. As embarrassing as it is to admit I've never fought anyone. I've never even thrown a punch. I don't think I could if I needed to. Kids just always assumed I would kick their asses if they messed with me so I didn't have any need to learn. I wish I had.

I take a shaky sigh and curl in on myself, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach.

"So what's this I hear about you and Vazquez?" He's grinning as he pulls into the parking lot of his building.

"What?"

"Rayanne said you two were like all over each other this afternoon or something?" He's opening my door and still has that annoying grin on his face.

"Oh…"

"So what happened?"

I smile a little as he helps me towards the elevator.

"Jordan," He whines, pushing the arrow button. "Tell me what happened!"

"He kissed me."

"Oooh… so was he good?"

"Mmmh," I consider this for a long moment, just to bug him.

We're going up in the elevator now and he's waiting anxiously for my answer.

"Yeah, he's pretty good," I reply, leaning heavily on him.

He presses his forehead against mine so that our lips are almost touching, and he runs his hand up my side to cup my cheek.

"So," He breathes. "Does this mean I don't get to play with you anymore?"

I press our lips together in response and I can feel him smiling into the kiss. This is my moment to just forget for a while. I need a moment away from myself.

He's snaking his tongue into my mouth, it feels so nice and I just let my problems slip away for a moment; I don't have an eating disorder, my dad's a nice guy, and it doesn't matter that I'm falling in love with Tino or Ricky. For this one moment everything's cool.

The elevator doors slide open and a very stunned looking man is staring at us with wide eyes.

"Hey Mr. Shelley," Tino greets cheerfully, gently leading me out of the elevator. "How's your arthritis doing? The weather must be making it brutal."

The man makes a choking sound as we walk away and Tino can barely control his laughter.

"That was great!" There are tears in his eyes.

I can't muster the energy to laugh though and Tino's dies out quickly when he sees how weak I am.

"Jordan?"

I'm so close to fainting again. I can actually see the edges of my vision going grey and I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. It's very dizzying.

He's herding me as fast as he can to his apartment now and all I can see are the blurry outline of doors racing past me. The next thing I'm aware of is entering his apartment and having his mom rush at me.

"Oh Jordan, sweetheart!" She exclaims, ushering me towards a couch. "You look terrible, what happened?"

"He's starving," Tino calls from the kitchen.

"Bring him something to eat then dumbass!" She yells.

"What do you think I'm doing!"

She ignores him and speaks to me instead. "Are you alright darling? Do you think you can eat a little something?"

I shrug.

"Good." Tino hands me a plate of sliced ham and baby carrots.

I obediently start eating. It's awkward though with Tino and his mom just watching me. I only manage 2 slices of ham and 4 carrots before I feel full.

"Have a little bit more," Tino's mom urges me. "You need to build up your strength hunny,"

I shake my head. My body can't handle anymore.

"He's had enough, mom," Tino responds, handing the plate to his mom for her to finish off.

He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head, earning a grin from his mom as she polishes of the ham and carrots. He's pretty much ignoring her as he gently rubs my back, kissing my head once again.

I feel so safe right now that it's hard to believe I was ever afraid of him. He really is a gentle giant. I don't think he's ever hurt anyone who didn't directly threaten someone he cares about.

His mom is still watching us curiously. She looks like she wants to ask something.

"Can I ask you boys a question?"

I was right.

"Sure," Tino replies lazily. "Ask away."

"What are you two?" She asks carefully. "To each other I mean."

Tino laughs.

"Seriously!" She exclaims, laughing as well. "You two are all over each other right now but it's not like you two are exclusive at all. I see the both of you with other boys and girls all the time and yet you always end up back together—not that I'm complaining at all, I think you two are a perfect match for one another. But I want to know how this odd little relationship works. Not getting it is driving me batty!"

"You're already batty," He teases.

"Tino…" She warns.

He exhales loudly and hugs me tighter. "He's my sex slave."

"Tino!"

"We're just friends mom."

She's watching me while he says it and I don't know how but I know that she knows I love him, it's in her smile.

"I wish I'd had friends like that when I was growing up." She comments, leaving us alone at last.

There's a long moment of quiet where he just keeps rubbing my back and kissing my hair. I'm more relaxed that I've ever been with anyone else.

"Jordan," He whispers into my hair. "Please stop this not-eating thing. I know you say it feels good…. But damnit Jordan, there are other ways to feel good…."

I sigh warily.

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose you…."

That surprised me and it shows on my face.

"You don't get it do you?" He murmurs, stroking my cheek. "You're dying, you're killing yourself."

I don't know how to reply to that at all.

"You know that, right?"

I'm nodding very slightly. I know it's true even though I've never looked at it that way.

"I don't want to lose you, love."

He presses his mouth gently against mine. He's holding me so carefully and after a long moment of hazy tenderness I realize he's afraid to hurt me. And that slams me back into reality with a rather unpleasant jolt.

I smile weakly, and kiss him back. It's all very slow and tender. This, contrary to popular belief, is the way I like it. I like to enjoy this sort of thing and it usually goes so fast than I end up just completely lost in a bunch of confusing sensations.

After a few minutes of gently massaging my lips he pulls away and begins lightly kissing and biting at my throat. I moan slightly, gasping when his teeth graze against my jugular (biology is my best subject).

"Vampire!" I breathed at him as he grazed the spot again.

He laughed and began kissing and nibbling at the hollow of my neck playfully.

"TINO!"

"I'm busy mom!"

She glowers at him as she rushes into the living room. "It's important."

"What is?" He's annoyed.

I hope he and his mom don't get into a screaming match. His mom is really cool to all of us and it makes me…. I dunno, sad I guess when she and Tino can't get along.

She hurls the phone at him.

"It's Rider." She states seriously. "I can't understand a word he's saying."

Tino snatches up the phone and has it against his ear in an instant. He begins speaking very rapidly in Italian. This is odd, because as far as I know Rider doesn't speak Italian yet (everyone who hangs out with Tino and his mom eventually learn it, I was lucky since I already speak it). After a few more moments of nonsense Tino tosses the phone to me and goes about grabbing our coats and shoes. His mom rushes into the kitchen.

"I'll make you boys something to eat."

"Rider?" I ask hesitantly.

"Jordan," He's crying and it sounds like he can barely breathe. "I need to get out of here, please?"

"Of course sweetheart," I automatically use the pet name my grandmother used on me to try and soothe him. "Where are you?"

"In my bathroom," He coughs wetly. "I can't…. I'm sorry; I didn't know who to call…."

"You can always call on us sweetheart," I reply easily. "Are you going to be able to come to the door?"

He doesn't reply for a long moment and I can hear him hyperventilating.

"Rider?"

"….I'm scared…."

"I don't blame you," I reply honestly; his father is a frightening man. "We'll come in and get you."

"I'm so sorry, thank you."

"We'll be there in about ten minutes, but I want you to stay calm. Can you talk to Tino's mom 'till we get there sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah…."

I tossed the phone to 'our' mom and slipped on my boots and jacket, praying that the ham and carrots would tide me over long enough that I would be able to help Rider.

And thus… another cliffie! Hopefully that made up for my lack of updating! Ciao!

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