Chapter Text
June 14th, 1986, 7:32 PM.
"You're still here?"
Calvin 'Clint' Callahan creaks open the door to Doc's study. Chatter that quickly devolves into a screaming match can be heard, prompting him to lock said door.
*Click*
"Y'got a problem with that?"
Needles- Marty's self-proclaimed rival- Sits backwards in a folding metal chair, giving Clint a bit of a scowl.
"Nope. Not oneeeee bit."
Fuckin' sarcastic. Just like McFly.
A streak of dried blood trails down from his right nostril to his shirt, and scrapes are all over his forearms. He's pretty clearly in a sour mood, a scowl plastered on his face as well. Considering what just happened...
Guess I can't blame him.
"Being here is better than being at home by myself."
"Figured you'd say that."
He pulls some clothes out from his bag. Needles almost says something, but decides to hold his tounge.
"Um- And- Sorry about earlier."
Clint goes to clean himself off, while Needles stares down at his feet, face buried between his arms.
"Hah! Not the first time this shirt's gotten a little bloody."
"... Jeez! It's been seven hours?"
He'd had learned quite a lot in so little time- Marty's a time traveler. The local eccentric scientist Emmett Brown was the one who discovered it's secrets. There's no death ray in that garage... Which apparently he's been sitting around in for seven hours. And to top it all off?
He'd crossed paths with another version of himself that was just pure evil. He saw what happened with him and Clint. The other Needles had punched him in the face so hard that his nose started bleeding.
At least I only punched him once... In this very building... Stupid, stupid...
But forget that! There's now four loser McFlys running around. Well... More like two losers.
Just my luck.
Going down the list- There's Marty- His Marty.
He's not really a loser- More of a weirdo.
Martin's an annoying little square that has been calling everyone a hooligan.
Stuck up goody two-shoes...
85A... He seemed to be the least annoying- That is, until he heard the screaming match that had just broken out.
Didn't think McFly's fuse could get shorter.
Calvin Callahan- The one who picked a fight with Needles earlier... He's like a mix of that 85A and Marty. He can't help but feel... Some kinda way.
Didn't think his fuse could get even shorter than that...
Clint, as everyone had been calling him... It was hard to look at him when he was dressed like that. The plaid patterned purple button up and white shirt-
Like when I... Met...
Needles never ever thinks about that day. But now that he's in this weird situation- He's been thinking about it the entire time.
Was I trying to... No. He left me to deal with his mess.
That train of thought is interrupted by Clint finally exiting the bathroom. Needles jolts up slightly.
This one's a punk!?
"What?"
"It's nothing! Jeez! Y'just look different!"
Clint rolls his eyes and scoffs as he plunks himself down into the only other chair, the recliner, just a few feet away from Needles. He'd moved that folding metal chair once occupied by Clint to create lots of distance- He knew that spot would be taken up by one of the other Martys at some point.
The tension in the air is thick, and neither seems quite keen on breaking it.
Needles continues to stare at his feet while Clint stares at the ceiling, muttering under his breath.
"I was expecting worse... I was being judgemental... Seems more like he's- Tch. I'm bein' judgy again."
He shoves a hand into his pocket.
Oh! Right. Those...
He ties a red bandana around his left arm. A leftover from that ridiculous pink cowboy outfit... Proof he lived. A trophy.
I wonder if Jenn would find that outfit cute...
He blushes at the thought. A red rose lapel pin, placed onto his collar- Right below his scar. His good luck charm.
"There we go."
After that, he just pops some gum into his mouth and stops trying to think about it. Needles, meanwhile, has finally looked back up.
He can't help but stare at him. The longer he looks, the more warm his face gets, the weirder his stomach feels, and the pinker his cheeks get.
At least he actually has a sense of style.
Clint's chewing on something and ruffling his hair. Now Needles is the one mumbling to himself.
"McFly... Why do I- Hell... Do I actually-"
Of all things to make him re-evaluate how he thinks of his "rival"... It's said rival in a ripped up t-shirt and sporting an undercut, amongst many other things.
*Pop!*
"... Fuck."
Turns out what Clint had been chewing on was bubblegum- And it'd popped right onto his face.
"I'll never fuckin' get it right..."
He angrily pulls the stringy mess off and tosses it right at the wastebasket. It gets stuck on the side, making him sigh in frustration.
"... Good enough."
He finally takes notice of the stare he'd been receiving. He bites his lip and furrows his brows.
"What're you lookin' at?"
He decides to stare right back at Needles. The moment he makes eye contact, Needles jolts upwards again, actually falling out of his chair this time... Making Clint chuckle a little.
"Jeez, am I that-"
Despite barely being able to see him, Clint notices something.
He's blushing. Well...
Clint leans back into his seat, crossing his arms and smirking.
... Quite the turn of events.
Needles gives him a bemused look.
"What, y'think this is funn-"
"You've got a thing for Marty, don't'cha, Dougie?"
"What!? Are you fucking cr-"
"... Don't yell."
Needles gets back onto his chair, now sitting forwards and facing away from Clint.
"So what if I do?"
Needles jolts upwards, then freezes up.
Dammit!
"... So I was right."
His eyes widen.
"... Ferget it. I only said-"
"Bull-fuckin'-shit."
Needles grumbles slightly.
"I could care less about Mar- About McFly."
"Weird. You're the one who came up and bothered him earlier."
Needles says nothing as Clint chuckles again. He can't help but mess with him a little.
At least he's just annoying... And into Marty... Polar opposite of mine.
"If you're just a little bit like my Needles... Juuuuuust a teeny bit..."
Clint pinches his fingers together.
"... Then y'almost never give a straight answer... Like, mine's real good at avoiding answering anything that I ask..."
"Oh, and good at tryin' to shift blame."
He can see Needles shaking in anger.
"Will you just shut up?"
"Make me."
Needles rises out of his chair and scowls at the smug Clint behind him.
"Oh, I'll make you shuddup, awright..."
"Jeez, you're real mad, huh?"
Clint stands up with his hands on his hips, and right after he does- Needles is now inches away from his face.
"Go on. Make me shut up with somethin' other than your fists."
A small smirk forms on Needles' lips.
"Is this what'cha want so badly, then, Callahan?"
He's askin' for it, and he's gonna get it...
Clint's stomach sinks. Like it's turned to lead.
Oh god... I think I'm gonna be-
Needles has done exactly what was asked of him- Shutting Clint up with something other than his fists.
His mouth's on... It's on... My... MY MOUTH!
His lips now push up against Clint's as he grips the upper sleeves of the other's jacket.
McFly's got soft lips...
Clint squirms around a bit, yet his cheeks turn a light pink as Needles finally starts kissing him properly, moving back and forth between his top and bottom lips.
Needles...
McFly...
FUCKIN' NEEDLES!? NEEDLES. OF ALL PEOPLE...
FUCKIN' MCFLY!? MCFLY. OF ALL PEOPLE...
I'M GETTING KISSED ON THE MOUTH BY NEEDLES!
I'M KISSING MARTY ON THE MOUTH!
Clint's absolutely kissed another guy before. He's very open about that. But kissing Needles? That's a new one, even if this version's simply an annoying prick!
... An annoying prick that just confirmed he's got the hots for Marty, and the kiss currently being planted on his lips confirmed it further...
Sure, it's a kiss that Clint had literally asked for, but he's shocked Needles didn't need much goading.
The more he thinks about it, the more he feels like he's gonna vomit. And yet...
... What the fuck? This is... Oh my fucking god... You have gotta be kidding...
His pupils contract as he realizes something...
... AM I SERIOUSLY INTO THIS???
He squirms around a little more- Needles has a real tight grip.
I can't pull away...
That heavy feeling in his stomach is slowly replaced with a fluttery feeling and he blushes even more.
... And I don't wanna.
Is this some weird time anomaly that's making him feel how one of the others would feel!? Definitely not Martin- He wouldn't be kissing anyone here, let alone another guy. 85A seemed extremely pissed off by him.
Is this how Marty would feel!? No fucking way...
Needles is now hanging on even tighter to Clint, squeezing his biceps instead and making him flinch a little. He contemplates on what he should even do...
Definitely can't pull away... Don't wanna pull away...
Usually, he wouldn't be so hard-pressed about it...
Fuck's sake... Well, he's normal in comparison.
...
He doesn't think all that long and hard about it.
... Sure... I'm bored out of my fucking mind, anyways.
Clint decides to lean into the kiss, eyes closing and arms wrapping around Needles.
After a few moments, though... He can feel the other move his mouth away, and a wetness above his upper lip. Clint, taken off guard, pulls away.
Oh hell no. He is not doing that!
"What the fuck're you-"
He loses his balance, stumbling right back down into the chair...
"Shit!"
... Taking Needles with him...
... And pushing down with enough force on the chair to make it recline back and lock in place.
Poor Clint's getting squished by Needles. He refuses to let go of the other's biceps, while Clint wraps his arms around the other tighter.
They're forehead to forehead, nose to nose... Needles can swear he sees smudged-off foundation on the bridge of Clint's nose.
"Yer real good at shuttin' a guy up..."
Holy shit. Did that really just fucking happen!?
"Did I seriously fuckin' just..."
"Yes, you seriously fuckin' did."
Needles doesn't say anything. He just looks shocked. Clint smirks.
"What, didn't you say yer into Marty?"
"Shut-Shut up, Callahan."
"You'll have to make me. Again."
Clint's giving him a rather eager grin now. He's gone from extremely confused to desperately wanting more.
"Well?"
"I'm not fallin' for that again. I'd rather punch you in your prett- Fuck."
Clint snickers a bit.
"I think that answers my question. You really do have a thing for him."
"I don-"
Clint grabs onto Needles' collar.
"Let's see just how much... And maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
Now, Needles gets to feel like his stomach's made of lead.
Holy shit! Is Marty also a good kisser like- GOOD KISSER!?
This time, he's the one squirming- But he quickly ends up leaning into Clint's kisses... Something about it is quite fulfilling... Now he's got that fluttery feeling.
Fuckin' hell. No goddamn way.
He may have already let it slip, but he's gotta accept it. He's head over heels for Marty McFly. He has been since day one.
Attention- That's what he's been wanting from him... Not the guitar Marty wanted, not that interocitor tube, not Jennifer, not beating him up... Yadda yadda... But pretending he did got Marty's eyes on him.
Trying to compete with him gets his attention. Pushing his buttons gets his attention. Calling him a chicken used to get it.
Marty... Kissing Marty... God... Never thought I'd have a chance...
Clint's just bored and reckless. The latter and the name "Marty" go hand in hand.
Somethin' about 'im... It's drawing me in.
Even if it is Needles... He's not afraid to get a little tender. Running a hand through the little hair the other has, Clint just keeps on kissing those lips... Short and prolonged...
And Needles just lets him, his mind racing around in circles. Plenty of realizations are coming to his mind.
Soft lips, pretty face... An' he's... Nice... Marty's... Nice...
And eventually, they're cuddling... Mostly because they're tired.
Needles has, as best as he possibly can (It's a recliner, after all), laid himself next to Clint, arms wrapped around the other's torso.
Clint, for the most part, just lies in place while Needles does all sorts of little things. Caressing his hair and cheek, nuzzling, plenty of kisses planted all over his face... Clint occasionally reciprocates, mostly twirling the other's hair around his fingers and also planting kisses.
"Yer... Pretty good at this, Marty..."
Clint smirks, tracing a finger across Needles' cheek.
"That's a new one. It's always McFly, isn't it?"
Needles slowly tilts Clint's face to the side, cupping it with both hands. That smirk only gets bigger. Clint knows what's gonna happen, and he'll let Needles do it.
"Someone really wants their mouth shut, huh?"
"You kn-"
And that's all Needles needs to hear. He presses their lips together once more.
If only I could do this with Marty forever...
*Knock!*
*Knock!*
*Knock!*
"Hey, you two okay in there? You're not trying to kill each other, are you?"
Clint immediately snaps upward, making Needles fall to the floor.
FUCK! It's Marty!
SHIT! It's McFly!
Only then does he finally come out of his stupor. Clint just stares down at a equally confused Needles.
"... So that did happen..."
He looks almost disgusted as well when he stares down at the other, and yet his cheeks glow pink still.
"Whatever the hell that was? It better not leave this goddamn room."
"... Wasn't planning on it."
"Good."
Clint's eyeliner has gotten a bit messy. A little bit of sweat had dripped from his brow.
No wonder he looks so prett- Fuck!
"I'm a goddamn mess..."
He wipes the foundation away from his face, before shooting Needles a glare. He's got a scar across the middle of his face, one much more prominent than those on his right cheek. He sighs as he brushes some hair out of his face.
"Never thought I'd be kissing my mortal enemy."
"Pssht."
Clint just goes to clean himself off, while a extremely flustered Needles unlocks the door for Marty.
*Click*
"Jeez. You look like a disaster, Needles."
Marty lets himself in... And that door is immediately relocked.
God, those two are annoying...
*Click*
Needles tries to hide his flushness, but Marty still notices.
"I don't know how you stand to wear that jacket in this weather... Why are you sti-"
"... Because it's better than being at home by myself."
Marty pauses for a moment.
"... Right... She's never there."
Clint walks out of the bathroom, eyeliner cleaned off and jacket lying on his shoulders.
"Hey Clint."
"Hey Marty."
Needles is more flush now.
If only I could be kissing 'em both at the same time...
It's getting harder and harder for him to ignore those intrusive thoughts.
"Needles."
Marty shakes his shoulder, making him snap back to reality.
"You should take that thing off."
Clint's sitting in that recliner, leaning back with his legs crossed. He's about ready to sleep, and sitting. He'd pushed the damn thing back into place.
Clint's... Good looking.
Marty's good looking.
Needles is leaning against the wall, next to the door. Marty's on the opposite side.
The tension's returned to the room.
Question is... Who's gonna break it?