The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 20
Pen name:
anythingzombie
Pairing:
Edward/Mike/James
Rating:
T/M

Photos for prompts can be found here:
community[dot]livejournal[dot]com/thetwilight25/13912[dot]html


JamieBoy_: Want 2 meet up?

FigNewton17: Sure. Where?

JamieBoy_: My place. 5

FigNewton17: Text me the directions. OK?

JamieBoy_: Sure bye.

FigNetwon17: Bye.

JamieBoy_ has signed off.

Mike Newton stared at his computer screen, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he tried to hold back the large smile on his face. He hadn't planned on this happening, but he'd wished that it would. This was when fiction became reality, and Mike felt his stomach twist into knots.

He'd been warned that meeting up with strangers from the internet could lead into disaster, but he didn't care. For all he knew, he was in love. Mike was in love with a total stranger, yet James was the only person who knew everything about Mike, and that was rare. Mike didn't open up, not even to his best friend, Edward, whom he had a crush on since the late years of Elementary.

Though, Edward did know enough about the blonde haired boy. In fact, they were close—so close that most of the things that happened – the stories, the laughs, the breakdowns, the fights, the opening-ups – all happened in this four-walled room. It was another reason why Mike was so determined to find someone that he could relate to, someone that could be in love with him. Edward was a great friend, but he wasn't a lover.

"I don't think this is such a good idea," Edward said as he read over Mike and James' conversation.

Mike shrugged and sighed with content. "Doesn't matter. It's about damn time I met up with him."

"Do you even know his last name?"

Edward could see Mike thinking, but that wasn't his greatest quality.

"Nope. But he doesn't know mine either, so it's a far trade."

Mike got up from his computer chair and disappeared into his closet. Every now and again he'd toss out a dress shirt and old hats.

"Why do I have all this shit?" he asked, but mostly to himself.

Edward fell back on Mike's bed and he stared up at the white ceiling.

"Because you're a hoarder," the bronze haired boy answered back.

"That's not true!"

It was. Mike had an obsession of keeping everything. If he had it his way completely, he'd have boxes full of candy wrappers and bottle caps. But someone had to put their foot down and stop him from going too over the top. Most of the time it was Edward.

Mike had thousands of stuffed animals, which was beyond bizarre for a seven-teen year old boy. His room was always messy, and if you searched hard enough, you'd be able to find things that Mike would clam he'd never seen, of course he was the one who put them there. It was a travesty, and Edward knew it would only get worse as he got older.

The blonde-haired boy exited his closet wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt from American Eagle. He was juggling with putting his left shoe on, all the while texting on his phone.

Probably to Mystery Man, Edward thought. It was the nickname he gave the man from the computer.

"Alright, dude, I'm heading off," Mike said without looking up.

"How are you getting there?" Edward questioned, knowing that Mike had no license or form of transportation.

Mike's eyebrows crumpled and he dove through the things in his room, somehow managing up with some change—and quite a lot, too.

Mike smiled triumphaly. "The bus is a mighty world wonder."

Edward swallowed hard, knowing he had no other way of stopping his friend from making the worst decision possible.

"You can stay here if you'd like. It'd be awesome if you covered for me when my mom got home," Mike noted as he started making his way to the door.

Mike's parents were divorced, another reason why Mike was living the clichéd, gay teen life. Edward jumped to his feet and ran to the door, blocking it with arms wide and legs spread.

"I can't let you go," Edward said coldy.

"What are you, my dad?" Mike growled, pushing at Edward.

"Seriously, dude. You're going to get yourself hurt if you…fuck this stranger!"

Mike stopped his pushing and started at Edward, a dark look in his eyes.

"Fuck. Off. Cullen," he said. It was harsh enough to catch Edward's attention. He'd never seen Mike so angry, so…hurt. And the worst part is that Edward knew Mike had meant this.

Edward moved away, unsure as to how he felt. But the pain, the small flicker of it, was rising slowly in his chest.

Mike walked past him, stomping down the hall and down the stairs. Edward heard the front door slam shut and he knew that he should have tried harder to stop Mike.

Stepping off the bus, Mike felt sudden joy. Which was a relief—he'd been feeling anything but on his way here.

Just like James had told him, he was waiting for Mike on his motorcycle by a small gas station that was in the middle of nowhere. But instead of a desert place, it was full of green. Washington made everything backwards from how you see it on screen.

Mike smiled at James, waving his hand nervously. James didn't wave back, but he grinned.

"Glad that you didn't get kidnapped," he said to Mike as he handed him the helmet.

"I don't think I would," Mike said back.

He's beautiful, Mike thought. He had mature blue eyes and blonde hair that was pulled into a pony tail. His skin was a nice tan color and he looked strong.

James smiled again, but this time it was a bit more seductive. "I'd kidnap you."

Mike blushed and was instructed to get on. He slipped the helmet over his head and saddled the back of the motorcycle, instinctively putting his arms around James' waist. He was warm and Mike could feel the muscles underneath his shirt.

This was Mike's first time ever holding a guy like this. It made him suddenly self-conscious—which was a life style for him. But feeling the roar beneath his body and the warmth of the man in front of him made him put that all behind him. Mike was slowly gaining everything he'd wanted; an openly gay friend, a boyfriend…a lover. It all seemed like a dream to him, and he couldn't help but to take it all in.

Eventually they came to a small trailer, which really caught Mike by surprised. He'd lived a pretty wealthy life—he'd always had enough money for the things he's wanted. But James could possibly become his husband, which may have been thinking a little too farfetched, but he was willing to think of all possibilities.

The two got off the motorcycle.

"Welcome to my castle," James said, grabbing Mike's hand. The teen's heart fluttered and his jaw dropped. "Come on in."

Inside Mike found himself to be a little overwhelmed with the smallness. He was used to not having any room to walk, but his was with cause. James' home was too small, even for his liking.

But truthfully, none of that mattered when James' lips were on his own. It was Mike's first kiss, and he drank it in. The first thing he did was rip his shirt off, and then he attempted to take James' off, but got too caught up in the feel of his smooth chest.

"Slowly," James said as he pulled himself away from Mike to rid him of his own shirt. Then his hands reached for Mike's pants, and the teen had them off before James could take them off his way.

He smiled and kissed Mike hard on the mouth.

It all went a bit too quickly. Both were naked and on James' bed, breaths harsh and skin dampened with sweat. James' hands were everywhere, and Mike felt a bit ill—not in a bad way, but almost like he was stuck. Lost, maybe.

James entered Mike, causing pain and pleasure at the same time.

Then it hit Mike. Condom. He recalled there being no condom at all. But as James pushed himself in further, he knew none of that mattered now.

But Edward's face appeared behind Mike's closed eyes. The face of the boy who Mike had desperately wanted. He wanted Edward to be where James was, he wanted Edward to be the boy that was for him.

Edward wouldn't have forgotten a condom.

"Stop." It surprised Mike to hear this from himself. He was sure that he'd lost his voice.

James didn't stop. He continued.

"Stop!"

James was deaf to what Mike wanted, what Mike needed. The pain was too much, the overall heartache was too much. Mike finally realized he was wrong to make this decision, to be fucked by a random guy on the internet. But he had no courage to fight back and let James get his.

Mike wanted to cry when James came inside him.

He didn't say anything to the man as he stood up. He put his clothes on and carried his shoes outside. It hurt to walk, but he was determined to get away.

He didn't think it was possible for a boy to get raped, but he also wasn't sure if it was rape fully. He had wanted it, but in the end, it was too much.

It took him twenty minutes to reach the gas station. He should have waited at the bus stop, but he couldn't. He needed to get away from this place. He needed to be back home.

He located a payphone and walked to it, staring up at the sky. It was twilight, and he knew he hadn't been gone for that long.

In his pocket he got out his spare change and fed it to the slot on the machinery that worked the phone. He dialed the only number he seemed to know.

"Hello?" Edward answered, sounding unsure.

Mike caved to his emotions.

"I'm so fucking sorry!" he sobbed. "You were right, I was wrong. I just th – thought that maybe I – I'd find the guy for me."

"Mike? Where are you?"

Mike inhaled, a shutter running through his body. "Outside Forks. I'm at that gas station we stopped at when we headed out to Port Angeles. Please come get me."

"I'm on my way."

Mike smiled and hung up. Whenever it mattered most, Edward was always there for Mike.

And that was enough.


A/N - I got inspired for this after I watched Get Real.

I love non-canon. I love slash. I love angst.