AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs. Fifth Stand By Me fanfic in response to the support I received for "Rejection."
This is the sequel to "Rejection"
Please no flames.
This "one shot" has mutated into a series. If you have any suggestions about titling the series, please tell me, I can title stories but collective works? Can't name them for the life of me.
NOTE: This chapter gets very slashy and sexual. Don't like don't read, no flames please. Hope it doesn't offend anyone and if it does I apologize now.
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-Ace's POV-
I stayed in Chris' room for an hour before I heard Eyeball knocking downstairs. I pulled away slowly and rubbed his shoulder before leaving his room and going downstairs to open the door.
"What the hell man?" Eyeball asked as he entered the house, a pack of cokes under one arm.
"Sorry. Bathroom."
"Oh," Eyeball said casting a glance my way but I knew he was just skimming over my looks, to see if he should bother with me later if he wanted to get some.
"Anyone else come home?" he asked casually.
"Chris."
"Why didn't the little shit let me in?" Eyeball asked glancing up at the ceiling where I guessed Chris' room was.
"He looked pretty fucking sick when he came in, thought he was going to hurl."
"Oh," was all he said. Oh? Goddamn Eyeball do you care about anyone other than yourself? I was so tempted to ask but kept my mouth shut and grabbed a coke instead. I popped the top off and sat on the couch raising the bottle to my lips.
"What took you so long?" I asked.
"Some girls were asking about my scar and we got to talking. Got a few numbers, one girl asked about you so I snagged her number for you," he said pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and tossing it my way.
I looked at it and shrugged, tucking it inside my pocket knowing I'd forget it later anyway.
Eyeball talked about the girls he met while I stared up at the ceiling pretending to listen as I lit my last cigarette.
"Ace," I heard him say, drawing my attention back to him.
"What?" I asked, rolling my head around to look at him, cigarette between my lips.
"Where the fuck is your head at man?"
"Not here," I said, snapping at him. I stood up to go into the kitchen when he stood too, blocking my exit.
"Ya know Ace, if Chris is sick he's probably sleeping…" he said, trailing off suggestively.
"So?" I asked pretending not to get the hint.
"The kid sleeps like a rock, he won't hear a damn thing if we…" With that he took my cigarette from my mouth, took a drag, and put it out in the nearest ashtray, taking my coke out of my hands and setting that down too.
Normally I'd have jumped at the chance to mess around with Eyeball but knowing his kid brother was upstairs in hell and that Eyeball didn't give a damn about him bugged me a bit. Still it's hard to resist when the guy you want is pushing you down onto the couch and kissing you.
I let him take control for a little while but when I closed my eyes I saw a flash of how Chris and I must have looked earlier as I comforted him. That vision alone gave me conflicting feelings. I was sad for the kid and somehow turned on as horrible as that sounds. Without thinking I grabbed Eyeball by his hair and turned us over so now I was winning the battle. I grabbed at his shirt, pushing it up a bit, wanting the garment gone but it couldn't happen fast enough. I finally got it off and was kissing him as I worked on his belt.
Eyeball let out a noise as I kept him pinned down and kept biting at his skin when another thought entered my mind.
'What if Chris comes down and sees this?'
Immediately I pulled back and stood up. "No."
"No what?" Eyeball asked, standing up. I could tell he needed to get some, hell I probably had the same signs but now it felt wrong.
How the hell did I become so attached to Chris and have the need to protect him like this in a few months?
"No to this. I'm sick of it man," I found myself saying.
"Sick of what?" he asked.
"This I'll use Ace for sex when I want pattern you've got. I'm tired of it. You wanna fuck something? Go fuck yourself or one of those girls Eyeball cause I'm not playing anymore."
He stared at me before stepping closer. "You don't mean that."
"Right now I do."
"What the hell Ace? Are you becoming a fucking pussy on me?" he asked.
I snapped, lashing out and hitting him in the jaw before grabbing him by his shoulders and throwing him down to the floor, me straddling his lap.
"Don't ever call me that again. And if you tell anyone about this shit don't forget Eyeball, you came on to me. So do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut."
With that I stood up, grabbed my button up shirt and walked out to my car, revving the engine and taking off down the street wondering if Chris had heard anything.
I should have known letting Eyeball use me like that was a mistake.
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-Chris' POV-
I could hear Ace and Eyeball downstairs, first the groans then the fighting. I wondered what was bugging Ace but laid on my bed and tried to sleep off all this pain, hoping pitifully that Gordie cared and that Ace would be coming back tonight.
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Three hours later Ace was back but at the worst time ever. Dad was home and even though Ace and Eyeball were in Eyeball's room talking as though nothing had happened earlier I know they both heard my dad yell, "Chris get the fuck down here, now!"
I thought back to the last time those words rang through the house. It was Eyeball's name last time so it was my turn. Sighing I went downstairs and stood in front of him in the kitchen.
"What the hell is wrong with you kid? You don't cook something and not clean it the fuck up. Your mom and I didn't raise you to be a fucking pig."
Eyeball had done that and Dad was yelling loud enough for him to hear. I doubted he felt bad though.
"Sorry, sir," I said trying to maneuver my way around him when he grabbed my arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I was going to clean up," I said.
"Don't back talk to me you little shit."
I knew tonight wasn't going to be a good night.
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-Ace's POV-
I could hear Mr. Chambers yelling at Chris and after a few more words beyond the little shit comment Chris was silent but I heard a smack from downstairs.
I looked over at Eyeball who had a mixed expression on his face; partial guilt for Chris being blamed for his mess and partial relief for not being the one in trouble.
That look changed once we heard some glass shatter downstairs though.
Eyeball jumped up and ran out of his room, me hot on his heels as we ran downstairs and into the kitchen. Chris was knocked out cold on the floor, bleeding from the back of his head, Mr. Chambers standing over him with a broken bottle in his hand.
Mr. Chambers looked up at us, dropped the bottle, and without any words or looks exchanged he charged at Eyeball. He tackled Eyeball into the wall; Eyeball punching his shoulders and back roughly, trying to defend himself.
"Ace, get Chris the hell outside!"
Did I just hear Eyeball care about his little brother? I was in shock for a second before I grabbed Chris up in my arms and headed for the front door, deciding to lay him in the backseat of my car. I took my shirt off and put it under him against the cut, hoping to stop the bleeding. I turned and headed back inside to get Eyeball out, leaving the keys to the car in the ignition so I could start it quickly.
I'd heard about fights at the Chambers' house before but never witnessed one. I glanced back at the car, shivering slightly in as cold win breezed over my bare skin before turning to the house and walking inside.
I pulled Mr. Chambers off of Eyeball and received a punch in the face from the elder man. On reflexes I hit him hard in the face, hoping that was enough to stun him. I grabbed Eyeball's arm and shoved him towards the door, me following after him. We rushed outside, me practically diving into the front seat and starting the car. Eyeball yelled at me to get the hell out of there as we heard his dad shout at us to get back in the house.
We took off down the street, Eyeball climbing in the back seat to try and stop Chris from bleeding to death.
"Ace man we need to go to the hospital."
I nodded and made a quick turn, changing the course from my house to the hospital.
Under my breath I made a promise to the unconscious Chris that'd I'd make sure he was okay.
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-Chris' POV-
I had the most god-awful headache when I woke up. I slowly remembered the fight with my dad, groaning when I remembered the bottle to the back of my head.
"Hey Chris man," I heard Eyeball say. "You alright?"
I looked over at him. This concern he showed for me only happened when things got bad at home. "Yeah."
"Holy Jesus kid, don't do that shit. We thought you were dead. You went all pale on the way here," he said.
"We?" I asked.
"What, I'm forgotten already? The driver never gets credit," Ace said from his seat a little farther away.
I looked over and saw his trademark smirk and a small wink directed at me.
"Thanks guys," I said slowly.
"Hey, you may be a punk but you're my kid brother. And Ace must give a damn about you for one reason or another, I've never seen him drive so fast," Eyeball said. I then noticed his black eyes and the careful way he leaned foreword, probably having broken a rib or two.
I smiled a bit and looked over at Ace whose eyes met mine. We shared a small smile before I closed my eyes and passed out again.
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-Ace's POV-
Hearing Chris talk and sharing the smile was all I needed. This way I knew I'd kept at least one important promise in my life. He'd be okay; I'd just have to be there to make sure he got there.
I suddenly realized that I used to hate worrying about people but worrying about Chris felt right.
I needed to do some heavy thinking next chance I was alone.
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AN: So what'd you think? This was very rushed but longer than the other stories in this series and I hope that helps make up for the shortness of a few of the others. Sorry it's a very rushed chapter but I want to get to the next idea I have.
Review, leave comments, suggestions, etc. I still need a title for the series and after that all the separate stories will all be placed as chapters in that series.
Thanks. Much love to those who review.