Title: When Darkness Falls...
Author: argh/hentai_m
Pairing: Matt/Jere, Tony/Jere
Rating: PG to NC-17
Part:nine of ???
Status: incomplete
Dedication: cherry_on_top ♥ for all your help ;) and the toast-smut idea lol. and wat_is_left ♥ for being awesome too.
Comments: if anyone feels like helping me (i'm severely lacking in inspiration to write anything... this part was written with none, and me literally forcing myself to write _something_ so yeah :/)

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When Matt turned around to face Jeremiah, he was standing there looking at him with a blank expression across his face. Part of Matt wanted to grin and rush over and hug him tightly and just tell him how much he missed him. He scratched his head suddenly feeling nervous and he opened to his mouth to say he missed Jeremiah.

“You know Tony’s a fucking asshole.” Matt mentally slapped himself as he heard the words fly out of his mouth, he hated himself as he saw Jeremiah’s expression change to one of shock. He gasped and knew he had to apologise, because he had never meant to say that. “He doesn’t deserve you!” Matt added in an angry tone, “You know he’s been cheating on you!”

Matt expected Jeremiah to cry, from his last outburst instead he saw his expression harden, and he was almost slightly relieved, the last thing he had wanted to do was make Jeremiah cry. But this was pretty bad too; he wished he could just shut up and stop himself from saying stuff he didn’t even mean.

“Actually, you know what Matt.” Jeremiah spoke icily, making Matt cringe, “you’re the fucking asshole.” Matt sighed and looked down at the worn carpet, “I should’ve guessed that you’d start saying shit about Tony as soon as I came here.” He rolled his eyes as Matt looked up at him again, looking sad. “Maybe Tony’s an asshole, maybe he cheated on me. Do I look like I care?” His voice was rising with every word, and Matt could see the anger in his eyes.

“No I don’t, because in the few months we’ve been close, he’s been a better friend to me than you’ve been for all these fucking years.” Jeremiah wanted to stab himself as he said that, it was blatant lies but he could see Matt’s face pale and he looked like he had been stabbed. Jeremiah could feel his anger fading, he felt like bursting into tears and just clinging to Matt and saying he was sorry, and could he please just be friends with him again.

But he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t forget the way Matt had treated him that easily. “Jere….” Matt started and Jeremiah shook his head slowly, looking away from Matt’s eyes. “Jere…. I….” He paused, mouth open as if frozen still and Jeremiah just waited, to see what exactly he was trying to say. “I’m sorry.” He whispered and Jeremiah shook his head again.

“Fuck you. I felt sorry for you when I heard Tracey dumped you. But Tony was right, he was right about everything. So fuck you, I hope you have a nice fucking life.” Jeremiah didn’t even look up as he spoke; instead he just marched over to the door and slid his hand around the door knob to leave when Matt’s hand landed on his.

“Jere, just… wait….” Matt pleaded, “Can’t we even talk?”

“Uh no Matt. What is there to talk about? What a fucking jerk you are?” Jeremiah couldn’t believe what he was saying, but part of him felt like it was necessary and he did mean it. But he didn’t enjoy seeing the pain across Matt’s face. “Or what, you’re fucking horny, and want me to suck you off?” Matt turned red as Jeremiah spat the words out, “isn’t that all you saw me as? A fucking whore? Jere the whore.”

Matt paled and he couldn’t speak, he just felt so stunned. The door clicked shut and he gasped realising that Jeremiah was gone, and he had fucked everything up even more. He sank to his knees clutching his face and whining. Oh god. What the fuck, I can’t ever do anything right can I? I am such a fucking retard.

*

Jeremiah’s head was spinning and he felt so nauseous as he ran away from Matt’s room. He covered his mouth with his hand, scared that he was going to be sick. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, that as soon as he had gone to see Matt, all Matt had done was say bad things about Tony. He hadn’t said he was sorry for ignoring Jeremiah, he hadn’t said anything kind at all.

He felt like his friend had been taken by aliens and replaced with a perfect stranger, he just couldn’t understand Matt at all anymore. That made his heart ache and feel heavy in his chest, with a sigh he unlocked his and Tony’s room, praying that he would be there because he didn’t want to be alone now and he felt bad for earlier.

“Jere?” As soon as he walked in he saw Tony leap of the bed, looking so relieved to see him. “Oh thank god Jere.” Tony smiled happily, “I was starting to get worried, pathetic I know, but you ran off and then disappeared.” He pouted, “I’m sorry okay?” He reached for Jeremiah’s hand, “if you really want to then see Matt, I know you love him.”

Jeremiah sighed and bit his lip, clutching Tony’s hand tighter, “you were right.” He sighed heavier feeling his eyes water and he avoided the confused glance Tony shot him. “I came back here, and I went to bed….” Tony blinked in surprise, “But I couldn’t sleep, so I went to see Matt. You were fucking right, he was such…” He trailed off feeling like he was choking on his words and sadness, “such… a fucking… dick.” He whispered sadly, feeling his eyes tear up.

“Jere.” Tony pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly, “I’m sorry.” He patted his back, “I just don’t get why Matt’s become such a fucking dick to you.” He ran his fingers down his back lightly, feeling Jeremiah lower his face against his shoulder. “I feel like going around and knocking some fucking sense into him.” He muttered angrily.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back here sooner,” Tony sighed, “I sat and waited, hoping you’d come back and then I went walking looking for you, I never thought you’d come back here. Stupid me.” He sighed and Jeremiah pulled back shaking his head and leading Tony over to the bed.

“No. I’m the fucking stupid one Tony. Why the hell am I in love with Matt?” He frowned and tugged on Tony’s hand, “he’s such an ass to me, to you. When you’re the one who cares for me, why the fuck can’t I love you?” Tony felt his throat go dry and he felt like he was going to cry as he heard Jeremiah say such words to him.

“I don’t know.” He whispered looking down at their hands intertwined together, “I don’t know.” He repeated softer, not sure what else he could say. He looked up licking his lip slowly as Jeremiah stared intently at him, rubbing his thumb over Tony’s hand as he moved closer to Tony.

“I feel bad going out with you,” Jeremiah sighed, “because as you know I’m in love with someone else. But I do like you more than a friend.” Tony nodded his head slowly, “but I think, if your offer still stands, I wanna go out with you, and not just the deal we had before.” He paused feeling nervous as he waited to see how Tony reacted.

“Don’t look so fucking nervous.” Tony grinned, “and duh of course my offer still stands. I know you’re in love with my asshole cousin….” He stuck his tongue out at Jeremiah who pouted at him, “but that’s ok.” He shrugged, “I think….” Tony sidled closer to Jeremiah leaning in close, letting his mouth rub next to his ear, “That we should have celebration… sex…” He breathed out deeply, before sliding his tongue down Jeremiah’s ear.

“Mmm… now who the fuck would say no to that?” Jeremiah shuddered shutting his eyes as Tony lapped at his ear. “We so… should….” He whispered pushing Tony back so he could kiss him hard across the lips. Needing to get all thoughts of Matt out of his head, and needing this so badly.

*

“Jere. Jeremiah! Oi, Jeremiah! Wake up!” Tony shook his shoulder roughly, smiling when Jeremiah’s eyes slid open and he groaned in surprise. “Mmmm, hello there sexy.” Tony winked down at him, before leaning down to kiss Jeremiah across the lips. “Sleep well?” Tony asked running his hand down Jeremiah’s chest lightly.

“No.” He glared up at Tony, “some motherfucking asshole disturbed my sleep.” He added narrowing his eyes down, Tony laughed softly, poking his index finger in Jeremiah’s belly button. “No I’m kidding.” Jeremiah grinned, “I slept well, their was some really hot guy in bed with me….” He winked up at Tony who laughed softer, “yeah, it was really nice sleeping next to him.”

“Well… what can I say?” Tony boasted looking all smug, “I know I’m fucking sex on legs.” He purred, “You’re a lucky man Jere, getting to sleep next to me.” He winked and then burst into laughter. “Ew, no, I’m not that up myself.” He shrugged twirling his fingers over Jeremiah’s stomach, “you on the other hand… are fucking sex on legs.”

“Mmm… you turn the most mundane ordinary things into something sexy.” He grinned as Jeremiah blushed, “See!” He pointed at Jeremiah, who just looked shocked and surprised. “Even you blushing is hot.” He grinned, “and woah, watching you eat… that’s awesome too.” He nodded his head and Jeremiah just looked embarrassed.

“Stop it Tony.” He bit his lip, “no need to make fun of me.” He spoke quietly, avoiding Tony’s eyes. It just felt wrong for him to say such things about him, when he knew it wasn’t true. It felt mean too. He pouted, “I know I’m all gangly and weird… but yeah it’s not nice you teasing me….” He trailed off as he felt Tony’s palm sliding up his chest.

“Hey.” Tony leaned down over Jeremiah and kissed the tip of his nose, before pressing his lips to Jeremiah’s. “I wasn’t teasing you. I was being honest.” He shrugged, “have I lead you on or teased you before?” He raised one eyebrow and Jeremiah sighed and shook his head slowly. “Man, you have low confidence.” Tony tutted, “Did Matt put you down all the time you guys were friends?”

“I… no!” Jeremiah frowned, “no he didn’t.” He looked pained, “can we please not talk about Matt? It’s too painful. I want to forget him, ok Tony?” He sighed and looked up into Tony’s blue eyes, staring intently for a moment. “At least, its what, two days until we’re home again?” He asked and Tony nodded his head slowly.

“Good. I won’t have to see him for a while then,” Jeremiah sighed in relief, reaching up to hug Tony loosely. “I just yeah, can’t face him, after everything that went on last night. He wasn’t Matt, not at all.” Tony nodded his head slowly and lowered his face to Jeremiah’s chest, pressing his cheek down against him. “So yeah, can we just not talk about him for a while?”

“Sure thing.” Tony mumbled against his chest, his breath warm and soothing. “Mmm, I’m kinda hungry, wanna go grab something to eat?”

*

Matt’s head was spinning; he groaned and just sat back down again. He wasn’t sure if he was glad his parents weren’t there or not. He sighed, glancing around the room again; it felt so painful to sit there sober, and even drunk it still hurt. Everywhere he looked he thought of Jeremiah, making him feel all choked up and sad again.

That of course meant another shot of vodka. Grimacing, he downed it quickly, squeezing his eyes shut and willing Jeremiah to leave him the fuck alone. He sighed, lying down on his bed and gazing up at the ceiling, he could remember lying there with Jeremiah so many times. Getting drunk with him in his room when they were underage, and just hanging out in his room.

Why did I have to say all that shit to him the other night? Why? God, all I ever do is fuck things up. I can’t believe things have gone on this long between us. Sometimes I do the most stupid shit ever, such an idiot. Ugh.

Matt sighed and sat up, leaning down to grab the vodka bottle in shaky hands, he didn’t even like vodka, but it was what he had found and now he was drinking it down like he loved it. He sighed and took a swig from the bottle, before lying back down and shutting his eyes .

“Matty?”

Matt sat up, and looked down at Jeremiah, who was lying on his bed, “What?” He asked softly, watching as Jeremiah nervously brushed hair from his eyes and just gazed up at him. “Whaaat. Jere?” Matt whined poking Jeremiah in the stomach, “Spit it out already?” He smiled down at Jeremiah, tickling him with his fingers.

“Do you think we’ll always be friends?” Jeremiah grabbed Matt’s hand to stop him from tickling him. Matt blinked his eyes, staring at Jeremiah in surprise, it felt funny having his best friend hold his hand. Jeremiah’s hand was warm and comforting around his hand. “Well? Matt?” Jeremiah sighed and let go of his hand, “Do you?”

“What do you think?” Matt asked with a frown, lying on his side and staring at Jeremiah who nodded his head slowly. Matt grinned and leaned in hugging Jeremiah tightly, “Of course.” He whispered pressing his face into Jeremiah’s shoulder. “We’ll be best friends always.”

Matt winced, reaching up to rub his forehead, he could remember that day so clearly. Even though it had been something like five years earlier, it hurt so much that they couldn’t even talk at all. They had been home from the tour for a week now, and Matt hadn’t heard a peep from Jeremiah. Hadn’t seen him, or talked to him at all.

It was doing his head in, he couldn’t stand it, but he didn’t know what to do about it, so he drank. He drank to forget, except it backfired and always made him remember even more stuff that he wanted to forget. He frowned and got up slowly, needing to pee. Everything was all hazy and blurry, but Matt didn’t care, nothing mattered anymore.

I’m just a fuck up. He shrugged as he crashed into the wall, will you come to my funeral Miah? Will you, if I give myself alcohol poisoning? Nah. You won’t, will you? Because I made you hate me. I never even thought you could hate anyone. Matt shut his eyes, panting heavily as he leaned against the wall feeling sick.

He couldn’t stop staring at Jeremiah, who grinned at him before turning back to the toaster. “I’ve made you some toast, Matty.” Jeremiah smiled as he took the toast from the toaster, buttering it and then handing it to Matt. “See, I made your toast before I made mine… don’t call me selfish, ok?” He raised his eyebrows and Matt laughed.

“Come on Jere.” Matt sighed, taking a bite from his toast, “you’re not selfish.” He held the toast out, “share it with me, that way we don’t have to wait.” Jeremiah pouted and shook his head, “Aw. Jere! Come on!” Matt frowned, stepping closer to him and holding the toast inches away from his lips, and Jeremiah clamped his mouth shut.

“Open.” Matt ordered, glaring at him and waving the toast in front of his face, Jeremiah shook his head solemnly, pointing at the toast, and his slice of bread. “Jeremiah!” Matt frowned, he was going to get Jeremiah to take a bite, even if it killed him.

With a frown he pushed Jeremiah back against the counter, his hips pressed against Jeremiah’s and he grabbed a hold of his hand with his free arm, and leaned in closer, so his face was nearly pressed to Jeremiah’s. “Please? Just… a bite.” Matt let go of his hand and cupped his chin instead now, both men gazing into each others eyes.

Matt pressed the toast against Jeremiah’s lips, running it over them softly, “You know you want it.” He smirked, unintentionally pressing his hips harder against Jeremiah’s and rubbing them together. Matt grinned as Jeremiah sulkily opened his mouth, and he leaned in and delicately took a bite of Matt’s toast, sliding his eyes shut as he bit down into the toast.

Matt watched, feeling strange as he watched Jeremiah take a bite, the way his teeth and lips sunk into the toast, it looked like he was nibbling on a lover’s lips, and then savouring it slowly, still with his eyes shut. That was the first time Matt noticed how pretty Jeremiah was, and kissable his lips looked. He could feel himself blushing and he pulled back quickly as he saw Jeremiah’s brown eyes open and he blinked almost shyly at Matt.

Matt groaned, and pressed his face against the wall, wishing the memories of Jeremiah would just leave him alone. He bashed his head against the wall, cursing as it hurt, nearly as much as the thoughts of Jeremiah did. He hoped he could bash the thoughts away and get them to leave him alone. Then he decided he just need another drink, maybe another drink would make it all go away?

*

Nervously Matt looked around, it was dark and he had honestly no idea where the hell he was, or how he got there. For a moment he wondered if perhaps he had killed himself and he was dead, because it was so dark, and he couldn’t see a thing. He sighed and scratched his head, before sitting down because he felt dizzy and so very high.

Where the fuck am I? He sighed and shut his eyes, trying to remember something, anything. But he couldn’t remember a thing, except he had been leaning against his wall, and now he was here. In this incredibly dark place. Maybe I’m in my house, but its just dark? Ugh, I’m so confused. He sighed and got up slowly, holding his arms out, trying to find something – a wall or a door.

Shuffling forward, Matt blinked as he realised he could see an alarm clock, faintly glowing, and illuminating the time. He blinked, frowning as he tried to work out where he knew the alarm clock from. He felt like he had seen a million times before but he had no idea where, or who it belonged to. Matt reached forward and picked it up, glancing down at it.

He sighed and then stuck out his right arm, smiling as he realised there was a bed there. Sighing in relief he sat down, still holding the clock. Almost as soon as he sat down he froze as he realised, he was half sitting on someone. Biting his lip he got up quickly, his heart pounding and then he froze as he heard a whisper and then a louder voice.

Oh shit.

“Tony?”

Matt froze, shutting his eyes as the room was suddenly flooded with light. “Matt.” He opened his eyes, and looked down at his feet, blinking as he saw he was wearing socks, and very dirty, muddy socks at that. His bare legs were muddy too, making him feel even more confused. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Matt risked a gaze up, freezing as he saw Jeremiah, sitting up in his bed, frowning at him in surprise. The sheet sliding down his chest, revealing his bare chest, and Matt shifted nervously. He had no idea what he was doing there or how he had even got there. Before he could say a word, Jeremiah gasped and exclaimed, “Oh my god… what the fuck happened to you Matt?”

“I… uh….” Matt whispered suddenly feeling his eyes water, “I’m sorry Jeremiah!” He spoke loudly, “I’m so fucking sorry Jeremiah!” he repeated sounding so broken, “I’m such a stupid idiot.” He added sinking down to his knees in front of Jeremiah’s bed, feeling ever so sleepy and dizzy all of a sudden. “Will you just let me… explain everything?” He whispered his voice growing fainter and fainter, he felt so tired.

With a sigh, Matt lay down on the floor, shutting his eyes and letting sleep overwhelm him.
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