AN: We got JIPED! Motherfuckers! No actual scenes of their awesomeness, no nothing! -is outraged- Review. I need the moral support after this...
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".
Chapter Eight
I Feel See-Through With You
"How do you keep doing that?" Tea has to ask, because he's managed to get her into his bed again. He's managed to sleep with her. Again. Now she's lying next to him, in his bed where they've had sex, and it doesn't feel like it should. Like she should be running. He's Tony. He's her friend. She trusts him.
"Which part?" He's smirking like the arrogant bastard he is. She slaps his chest, and it's only mostly playful.
"The part where you fuck me even though I'm very thoroughly gay."
"Oh, that part. Not really sure." Tony grins, cocky as hell because he nailed a lesbian. More importantly, he nailed this lesbian. He got Tea. "But it's definitely my favorite. Mostly because without it the other parts can't happen, but still."
"You're a dick, you know that?"
"Mmhm. Apparently you like that."
"Bitch."
"Whore."
"Asshole."
"We are such a loving couple."
Tea almost chokes. Couple? They are not a couple. They're friends. They're friends who just happen to have had sex. A lot. That doesn't make them a couple. Doesn't make them anything. Sex and relationships are different. Having sex does not equal instant relationship. Tea doesn't do relationships. She doesn't do we. "I'm leaving now."
"Hmm, what?" Tony had clearly been dozing off while her thoughts had run rampant on how this is not a relationship and they are not a couple and sex is always just sex. His eyes snap open again at her apparently random declaration though.
"Have to meet my dad. Explain away the whole 'I didn't go home' last night thing." The excuse rolls off her tongue, effortless. This is what she's used to. Morning after reasoning and a calm facade that masks the prickly edge of panic hiding just beneath the surface.
She climbs from his bed, warm and comfortable and tempting, to make her way to her clothes strewn about the room. His eyes follow her, quizical and clinical, like she's some sort of specimen on a slide beneath his gaze. She doesn't like it. Can't stand it.
Tea feels exposed in a way that has nothing to do with her nudity.
She slides into her skintight jeans and pulls on her shirt. He watches her in silence. It's unnerving. She almost wants him to say something, anything. Her leather jacket is across the room, lying half under Tony's. It's as she reaching for it that he decides to speak.
"You're running again."
"I have things to do, Tony." Tea snaps. She was wrong, she definitely prefers his silence.
"It's not even noon. Your dad works until at least seven. You don't have anything to do until then because it's Saturday and I haven't made plans." He looks at her with those damn knowing eyes again.
"The whole damn world doesn't revolve around you, you know." Tea shrugs into the leather, even more anxious to get the hell out of here than she had been a moment before. She's not running. She's not hiding. She's not. Tony is wrong.
"He's Tony. He's alway right. Kinda annoying."
Son of a bitch.
Tea's hand freezes on the knob, mid-turn.
"I'm running."
"Notice that, did you?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm, rising out of the bed and stepping into his pants.
"Why am I running?"
"Because you're gay, I have a dick, and the thought of commitment in any shape or form terrifies you."
"No, it doesn't." Tea whirls around to face him, all anger and denial.
"Terrifies you."
"You're an ass."
"And you're a coward. But neither is really the point right now."
"Fuck you."
"Already did. But again not the point."
"Then what is the point, oh All-Knowing One?"
"I don't bore you."
Tea opens her mouth to retort, but the words won't come. Because, damn it all, the fucking bastard is right. Again. And, yes, it is annoying.
"Now relax. This is not a commitment. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend or whatever. It's sex."
"You want to be my friend with benefits?" She laughs. She has to; the idea is laughable. He's a boy, and she's gay. He's her friend who just so happens to be dating another of her best friends. Obviously, this hair brained scheme will never work.
"It may sound like a joke, but it works, Tay. We work." She's never seen him look so earnest. It's incredibly unsettling. Tony is a manipulator and a liar. He doesn't do earnest.
"What about Michelle? And our friends?"
"What about them? Our business is none of theirs."
"Something tells me Chelle's gonna think this her business."
"I screw around on Michelle all the time, Tay. She doesn't ask because she doesn't want to know."
"That just makes you a dick, Tone."
"Maybe. But it's true. She knows I'm fucking around. She doesn't know she knows, but she does."
"So your reasoning is that if you're going to be a cheating bastard, and you are, then why not be a cheating bastard with me?"
"My reasoning is that if I'm going to be a cheating bastard, and I am, why not do it with someone interesting?"
"Because I'm gay. And Chelle's one of my best friends."
"But you don't give a shit, remember? And you want me. You felt something,or you would have walked away in the club before we got anywhere near that couch."
"Fine. I felt something, alright? Now go away."
"Not fucking likely." Tony wraps his arms around her, tries to console her, but she doesn't want to be consoled. She's a big girl; she doesn't need to be coddled. "I finally got you in my bed...twice."
"I'm not playing this game with you, Tony." Tea jerks out of his hold. "I don't want to be part of your I'm so fucking untouchable the whole world bows at my feet delusion."
"Not the whole world." Tony shrugs, smirk still intact. "And, fine, don't play. But you still want me. And I still want you. And this..." He reaches around her, slides his hands over her body. Feels her shudder and lean into his touch. If at all possible, his smirk grows. "...is still going to happen."
"Christ, I fucking hate you." She growls out as her eyes close, because he just feels so damn good...
"Not true." He mumbles against her skin, lips brushing against her neck.
"Very, very true." She groans, even as she turns her lips to meet his.
He turns her around, pushes the jacket from her shoulders. Her hands leave him, curl under the hem of her shirt, and tosses it aside. And she shouldn't be doing this. They shouldn't be doing this.
The door swings open with a dull thunk and they're springing apart. Eura stands there, completely unaffected by the sight of her brother and his friend together half naked, before nodding her head back towards the stairs in a way that means nothing to Tea but Tony apparently translates easily.
"Right then." He smirks, reaching down to hand Tea her shirt. "Not that I don't love the view, but Baby Sister says the parentals have vacated the premise and now would be a good time to smuggle you out of here."
"You got all that from a nod?"
"She's my sister. We have like ESP or something."
Eura rolls her eyes, flips him the finger calmly, and disappears.
"That's fucking weird. You know that, right?"
"My whole life is fucking weird, Tay. I've learned to just roll with it." A careless shrug, like it's not his life they're talking about. "Keeps things interesting."
"You're really just totally fucked up, aren't you, Tones?"
"I suppose I really am. But at least it's never boring."
Tea shakes her head because, seriously, what the hell is wrong with them? Two complete fucked peas in a pod or some shit. She pulls her clothing back on, runs a hand through her hair. "Do I look like I've just gotten laid?"
"Thoroughly." The arrogant smirk is back. "And you might want to do something about the hickeys." His hands trace over the darkening marks lining her neck, and his touch is so damn tempting that she wants to kill him. Because it shouldn't be, and it is, and she has to leave.
"The magic of make-up. You boys never get to see what we really look like."
"Bullshit, Tay." And he's grinning like a complete asshole. "You know you could never hide from me."
"Whatever. I've got to go." Tea moves around him, walks calmly from his room.
She hasn't even gotten off his lawn before her phone is going off with his ring tone. Tea rolls her eyes and answers, "Clingy much?"
"Not quite. Just letting you know that there's a party tonight. Chris left me like nine messages to get the word out."
"Alright. If my dad doesn't kill me for not coming home last night."
"Just sneak out. What's he gonna do? Kill you twice?"
"Tony."
"All right, all right. But we'll all miss you if you're not there."
"You just want to get laid again.'
"Well, that'll happen regardless."
"But it won't be half as good." Tea smirks, before hanging up an him.