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*BBRING!!*
*BBRING!!*
"... I'll get it, Mom."
"McFly residence, this is-"
"MCFLY!"
"Oh. Hey Needles."
"I know about that little move you pulled."
"Mhm."
"You chicken."
"I'm no chicken. I'm just not dumb like you."
Marty leans against the side table the phone sits on, twirling the cord around his finger. For once, he gets to pick on Needles a little.
"What? You gonna cry about it?"
"No!"
"So... the usual, then? Calling me up from the station to bother me for fun?"
He can hear Needles slightly grunt on the other end.
"... S-Shuddup, McFly. I'm at home."
Marty rolls his eyes, starting to look a little smug...
"Oh, yeah? Why don't you shut my mouth for me?"
Nothing on the other end.
"What, you don't wanna see who's a better kisser~?"
"... Hell're you on about, McFly?"
"I put it pretty simply. You don't wanna see who's a better kisser~?"
...
Shut his mouth for him... Seeing who's a better kisser...!? Needles is beet red.
Didn't know McFly was that much of a flirt... Jeez.
"... I sure as hell would."
"... That so?"
"I'm puttin' it simply too. I sure as hell would. Why the fuck not?"
That smirk slides right off his face.
"... I-I wasn't being serious about it."
"Oh... so yer gonna tease me like that~?"
Marty's all flustered. Why did he even say that!?
Hell no! He's yucky!
"W-What, you think I'd want to kiss you?"
Needles snickers slightly from the other end.
"Well, I sure hope ya- Fuck."
Marty's slack-jawed.
"Could you repeat that?"
*BEEPBEEPBEEP*
He's hung up the phone. Usually, it's Marty who does that.
He looks at the handset in sheer confusion.
"Hell was that all about?"
It's Monday. Marty's embarrassingly late and very tired. His shirt's barely tucked in and may as well be unbuttoned. He's got a bedhead 'do and his suspenders are teetering on the edge of slipping off.
He'd even grabbed the wrong jacket; the leather jacket he kinda-sorta impulse bought as a disguise when they went to the 50's to get the Almanac.
Really didn't think that one through.
He'd found it in a box in Doc's garage; he stopped by there yesterday afternoon to pick up his Erlewine Chiquita, and decided he would poke around — his curiosity got the better of him. Doc must've known he'd love to have that back.
It was anything but inconspicuous, but it looked cool. The moment he saw it, that'd been all that mattered to him.
Back on track — he'd gotten practically no sleep. Not only because Needles' behavior during that phone call was unusual, but the fact he just barely avoided getting hit.
He felt guilty about it.
The entrance he's trying to sneak in through was one he remembers hiding behind the stairwell of...
... Don't think about that.
He only makes it a few steps before his forearm is grabbed. Hard.
"Wh-"
"Hey, McFly."
Marty turns his head to look at the source of the voice.
Needles. He's peeking out from behind the railing. The only thing that Marty can see are the punk's bright blue eyes, which beam right into his.
"Do you mind?"
He groans and rolls his eyes.
"You can punch me in the face some other time."
He tries to pry the other's hand off, but he just squeezes harder, making Marty flinch.
"Now, now... Y'know I wouldn't do that t'ya, Big M."
Marty's brow furrows a little as he bites his lip.
"... I told you I wasn't being-"
"You're the one who dared me, and now ya want out? Stick to yer guns like a man."
Needles squeezes even harder.
"Unlike you, I'm not a big fat chicken."
"That's not gonna work on me."
"Tch..."
He rolls his eyes.
"I know it's not, McFly. But deal's a deal."
Marty breathes out a frustrated sigh. If he makes a fuss they're both gonna get caught.
"Fine. Let's just get this shit over and done with."
His heart feels like it's gonna explode. What's he all nervous about!?
It's just kissing, after all. With a guy, though...
He's rather forcefully led over to the wall at the end of the steps as his obnoxious jackass of a rival chuckles.
"Can't believe I'm letting you rope me into this."
He groans a bit as they duck behind it.
"Don't you remember? It was your idea, chicken~."
That flirty tone makes him cringe slightly — but it also makes him feel a little tingly. And warm.
The hell's up with him today?
Needles can finally get a good look at him. He's such a mess — a handsome mess.
"Woah."
Needles whistles as he looks down at the other's jacket.
"Didn't know ya even owned a leather jacket, McFly."
Marty blinks. He can't help but look at Needles' jacket for a split second. He's always been kind of jealous. Thinking back on it... maybe that's why he bought the jacket in the first place.
He can see why people think he's cool for it. At least, he assumes that's how people view him? He only ever sees him hanging with his own band, The Tabascos.
He starts putting on some chapstick. He's not doing this shit with dry lips.
Needles, meanwhile, is fixated on how the "handsome mess" before him looks. The tussled hair, half-tucked shirt... And that adorable, sleepy look on his face.
He quickly licks his lips. He's not doing this dry, either.
"Hey. McFly."
Marty's flicked on the forehead.
"Ow!"
"C'mon, sleepin' beauty. Ya wanted to get it over and done with, riiiiiight?"
He rests an arm over his shoulders, lightly squeezing one of them.
"You seem all too eager about this, Needles."
"Is that what'cha think?"
"You're not doing a very good job of hiding it."
"Psht, whatever."
He gives Marty's jacket another look-over, taking all of it in. He's still in disbelief that he of all people would wear a jacket like that.
And he looks goddamn great in it.
But it's lightly scuffed up. Weird, considering he must've gotten it recently.
"How old is that thi-"
"None of your goddamn business."
"... Jeez. Whatever. Ya couldn't find one that lo-"
*Screek*
He's pulled forwards by the collar of his jacket, and right into Marty's pursed lips. He nearly stumbles forwards into him, but he leans back just in time.
Fuckin' finally...
A few quick kisses are placed on his lips. And that's all Marty's willing to give before he pulls back and lets go.
... What a letdown.
"Ya gonna leave me with that pathetic of a display?"
"I did tell you I wasn't being serious about this dare."
"What, afraid you'll like it?"
He sneers.
"Not at all."
"Ugh... Whatever. I'll take my turn."
"Go right ah-"
*Creak*
Needles grips Marty's shoulders and leans him up against the wall, the leather bunching up a bit in his hands.
Just play along... Juuuuuust play along.
"Woah. Getting a little rough, huh~?"
A slight smirk crosses his lips as he leans in to kiss Marty.
I think I'm gonna puke.
His kisses are so intense... It's making him feel all funny. All light and fluttery in the stomach. Warm in the cheeks. Was he actually liking this? Does he like Needles!?
Me? Like Needles!? Hah! No way in hell!
He hasn't had much in the way of intimate contact — at least, intimate contact he wanted — for twenty days. Clearly, he was just craving that.
Right?
But he wasn't seeing Jennifer in place of Needles or something like that.
Might as well.
Marty just shuts his eyes and lets it happen. They can feel the heat of each other's flushed up faces.
The sound of their kisses... The rustling of their jackets... It's overwhelming him. His hesitation's dissolving and his demeanor's starting to shift. Toying with his rival like this... It's fun. Marty doesn't care if he calls him a chicken anymore, so he gets to tease him a bit. Push his buttons.
He folded upon Needles' insistence on going through with with his "better kisser" dare — but he's not into Needles. He's just having a little fun. Fooling around. Messing with him.
It's like that leather jacket's turning him into somebody else.
Someone that could only be described as a ravenous flirt.
Marty's hands rest against the other's hips, making his cheeks go from pink to red.
Kissing another guy... It's something he'd wanted to try, and now he had the opportunity — that's it! That's why. That's why he went through with kissing Needles!
And boy, does he want more.
He slowly starts to lean forward, fighting for control over their little make out session. They're both so absorbed into it.
So absorbed that they don't notice they've been caught.
"Mister McFly. Mister Needles."
They both nearly trip over themselves as they whip around to face Mr. Strickland.
"Mr. Strickland!"
"Mr. Strickland!"
We're screwed.
We're fucked.
"I don't care what you two are getting up to in your free time, but that's five tardies in a row each. Detention this afternoon. Both of you."
A yellow tardy slip is handed to the both of them as well as a pink detention slip.
"Y-Yessir, Mr. Strickland!"
The strict disciplinarian of a principal walks off while the two "lovebirds" he just disciplined exchange a pair of glances.
"So we got in trouble only for tardiness... Huh."
"Didn't think Strickland of all people would be-"
"Hey. Needles."
Marty lightly elbows his rival.
"Hm?"
"Let's pick up where we left off later~."
He places a kiss on Needles' cheek before dashing off.
"Oh my God..."
He puts a hand to his cheek, red as a cherry and feeling real warm and tingly.
He feels just like that little boy in love again.
"Well? You said you didn't like my pathetic display~."
"And I thought you wanted things over and done with..."
"I changed my mind."
Detention's just let out, and now Marty and Needles are leaned up against the latter's truck.
All day, he's been leering at Needles, while he stayed coy. This behavior from Marty — Marty, of all people — was rather hypnotic to him. Entrancing.
It's like that jacket's turned him into a whole nother person.
He finds himself looking Marty up and down again. Over and over.
Fuck, he's so sexy in that damn thing too... Who am I even kiddin'? He always is.
Even better — he's got those sunglasses of his on. Just another thing making the other even more attractive.
"Hey. Needles."
Marty snaps his fingers a couple of times, before rolling his eyes.
"Quit checking me out."
He flicks Needles on the forehead.
"Ow... Wha..."
"Well? Where d'ya wanna do this?"
"Well... Uhm..."
"I have a pretty good feeling your mom's not home."
"Ah... Um..."
"Not many places here to hide, and who wants to be on school property after the bell rings?"
"Why my-"
"Because my dad hates you. And he's always home."
"Riiiiight."
"You don't need to be so nervous, Dougie~."
Marty cradles the side of his face with a smirk.
"I didn't take you to be the easily flustered type."
He leans in closer, arms now slung over the other's shoulders.
"How adorable.", he whispers.
"I'm surprised this place hasn't become a dump yet."
Needles rolls his eyes and scoffs.
"Whatever."
Marty hadn't dropped the flirty attitude during the drive.
Needles, meanwhile, has been sweating his ass off and shaking like a small dog. He'd been breathing hard enough that Marty could hear a faint whistling noise from his tooth gap.
"Well, c'mon. Your key can't be that hard to find, even in those tight pants."
"Yer one to talk, mom jeans."
"Ooh, feisty."
Marty decides to lean on Needles' shoulder, winking with a smile.
"D'ya-"
"Just find your key, cutie pie~."
He freezes up for a moment before remembering that they're attached to his truck keys. He's just that flustered...
"F-Found it."
Needles unlocks the door, and Marty pulls him inside.
"C'mon, let me show you something more worth your time~."
He sits both of them down on the couch, a smug smile crossing his lips as he leans in closer. He'd been wanting more all day — for some Godforsaken reason.
Because he doesn't like Needles. At all. He's annoying and he's yucky.
It's like he's possessed or something. And whatever it is that's controlling him? It's making him really, really wanna kiss guys — but not just any guy — he wants it to be Needles.
His hands rest on the other's shoulders, leaning in further so their foreheads touch.
"I hope you're ready."
He doesn't give the other a chance to say anything. Their lips lock again, Marty no longer holding back as he quickly finds himself lying on top of the other, holding on tight and kissing him with rapacity.
Needles is just happy to be there. His greatest dreams have come true. Marty's all over him and going crazy for him. It's certainly overwhelming, but nothing he can't handle.
Marty... Marty, Marty, Marty. The boy that's always on his mind. The one he's always bugging so he can get his attention.
The moment Needles reaches for the collar of Marty's jacket... he pulls back.
"One sec."
He sits back up and takes off the jacket, slinging it ontop of the couch.
"Getting... real warm in here.
Even though the jacket's off now — he doesn't stop kissing Needles. He's getting all ferocious. There's something so... Dammit!
Whatever. I got myself into this mess. Should've said no.
He starts to lessen his pace... but Needles is desperate for more. There's no jacket for him to grab onto, so he grips onto the other's suspenders instead to keep him held down.
I need McFly so bad.
Marty pulls back a bit.
"You wanna keep going that badly?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"You're still that keen on it?"
Silence.
"Uh- I think I'll be on my way now."
Needles doesn't respond to that, nor does he let go of Marty's suspenders.
"Do you mind?"
More silence.
"What, do you like me or something?"
His face goes beet red as he sits the both of them back upwards.
"No... Ew."
His eyes trail over to the other's jacket.
"I mean... it seems like you- Hey! What the-"
He grabs that jacket and puts it back onto Marty.
"I like ya better like this."
It really is making him all boy crazy — that ogling look returns to his face again as Needles shifts his position to lean against the armrest with a rather satisfied grin. One of his legs hangs off the couch as Marty kneels over him, hands next to the others' shoulders.
"I think ya win, Big M~."
"I don't think it's the right time to decide."
"What're you-"
"Did you forget or something? We got cut short during your turn."
"Oh... Right."
He lays atop Needles once more, but soon shifts onto his side and rests both hands over the other's shoulder in an embrace.
"C'mon. Show me what you're capable of."
He ruffles Needles' curly black hair before trailing his index finger down the back of his neck.
"Fine, whatever. Yer clearly gettin' some enjoyment outta this."
"I'm just playing around with you."
"Sure, sure."
Marty puts some chapstick on again.
"Your saliva's not gonna do the trick, you know."
He puts some on Needles' lips, too, making him blush.
"Well? Hurry up."
"Yeah, yeah... Hold yer horses.
As he brings Marty's face closer to his...
"Hey, Needl- Woah."
"Holy shit."
"He fuckin' did it."
It's his band. Chris, Jeff, and Ricky — three of the four man group The Tabascos. Marty gives the other a rather confused look.
"Did what?"
The three look at one another, and then back at the two lovebirds on the couch.
"Wait. So. You didn't actually confess to him, Needles?"
"Oh my god... Shut the fuck up, Ricky."
"Confess what?"
"That he's had a crush on you since the day he met you."
"Chris!"
Marty smirks, leaning in closer to Needles.
"No wonder you were so eager. C'mon, handsome. Show me~."
The three stooges scuttle off, going into some room down the hall.
Probably that practice ro-
His thoughts are cut short as the other's lips are up against his again.
Oh my god.
His face has gone fully red at this point. Maybe he does like Needles. For some reason.
"Lemme just..."
Marty's flipped over by Needles, trying to adjust himself again.
"Waaaauagh!"
Marty falls off... And he bumps his head.
Oh, joy.
"Shit!"
Marty is awoken by the feeling of a hand ruffling his hair.
"Jenn...?"
Now fingers are raking through his hair.
"Mornin', sunshine~."
The hand trails down his neck and across the middle of his back.
"Needles!?"
He recoils, rolling over to face a half-dressed Needles — he's just got a pair of boxers and a t-shirt on.
"What the hell!?"
"Hey! Calm the fuck down... it's not like I was in here witcha."
He yawns.
"I just got outta bed. I came in here to check on ya."
Marty touches his forehead, flinching when his cold fingers make contact.
"You hit yer head while we were... kissing."
"... On a couch?"
"You fell off."
"How?"
"Uh..."
Needles rubs the back of his neck.
"I tried'a move so I wasn't squishin' ya into the couch."
"Right... I remember I was clung onto... you. Don't remember much after your hand being on my face."
"... Izzat so?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Good."
"Good?"
"Ya don't remember Chris ruinin' it."
"Ruining what?"
Needles grabs Marty's hands and pulls him closer.
"Look, Marty... I've been in love witcha since the day we met."
"That explains everything you were doing yesterday..."
Needles leans in a little closer, nose to nose with Marty.
"Nose kisses? C'mon, handsome, show me what you've got~."
Needles wastes no time doing exactly what Marty's asked of him, starting another makeout session; one that's noisy and sloppy. So intense that Marty's up against the pillow.
He's sure of it — he likes Needles.
Not as a romantic interest, but as a plaything. One he can get so much attention from. He likes it. It was so easy to make Needles into putty in his hands; a little bit of sweet talk makes him melt.
These taboo desires... He wants to indulge them. It's just a little on the side.
The caprice from disgusted and uninterested to attracted and enthusiastic... Either Marty's actually possessed, or he loves control.