Three’s a Crowd

Part Three

 

Author:  kevswitchau

Pairing:  EW/TM, CR

Genre:  RPS

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  Sex, language.

Disclaimer:  I don’t own the rights to the movie, or the boys (or Christina) and none of this ever happened. It’s all in my mind...my twisted, twisted mind. Thank you to Kinky Hobbit and Catrine for ideas and inspiration.

Note: Elijah was 16 during Ice Storm. Our age of consent is 16. Enough said.

He didn’t know what to say.

 

He could cry. He could plead. He didn’t think it would do any good.

 

He’d fucked up.

 

He’d fucked up big time.

 

The sound of Elijah’s trailer door slamming had been loud.

 

So loud.

 

So final.

 

His head throbbed, his mouth felt like the bottom of a birdcage. And he thought that he might cry, or at the very least, throw up.

 

Waking up that morning, pressed against a soft, warm body, his mind had briefly touched on Elijah. For a few seconds, it was Elijah’s softness. Elijah’s warmth. 

 

When she spoke to him, he had almost screamed. It had been so close. He’d wondered briefly what she would have done if he had screamed. Just opened his mouth and let all of his horror and disgust go in one huge, earth shattering scream.

 

He hadn’t been able to get out of there quick enough. It had taken a few seconds to disentangle himself, throw on his clothes and despite her protests, fling open the door. He could have sworn that he’d heard the universe laughing at him as he found himself face-to-face with Elijah.

 

Elijah, raising his fist to knock on the door. Elijah, about to ask Christina if she’d seen Tobey because he’d been so upset last night and Elijah was worried...worried that he might have done something stupid.

 

Tobey marvelled briefly at how quickly emotions flowed across Elijah’s face. First came the shock, the surprise at having the door open before he had even touched it. The greater shock of seeing Tobey, dishevelled and smeared with Christina’s lipstick, buckling his belt...zipping his fly...

 

Then came the hurt.

 

Then came the fury.

 

Tobey would never have believed that those eyes could harden like that. Like blue steel. Like ice.

 

He’d opened his mouth, but nothing came out. So he’d closed it again.

 

Elijah had stared at him. Stared past him, at Christina who had climbed naked from the bed and was pulling on her robe.

 

“Elijah...I...”

 

His brain had screamed at him to say something, anything. Say something that might just make a difference. But his mouth refused to comply. Nothing emerged. He stood there in miserable silence.

 

Elijah had turned around and walked away. And then he had run.

 

“No...no, wait...”

 

Then Tobey had felt Christina behind him, all over him, holding him back. It had been like a bad movie. Cliche after cliche had played out, but if this was a movie, he badly wanted to kick the scriptwriter’s ass. And he wanted out. Now.

 

He pulled away from her. “For Christs sake, let GO of me!”

 

“He doesn’t want you, Tobey.”

 

“Fuck off,” he moaned, stepping down from the trailer.

 

“He’ll never forgive you, Tobey!” she taunted. He could hear the smile in her voice.

 

“FUCK OFF!” This time he had screamed, he’d screamed right in her face. Then he’d turned on his heel and run after Elijah, her laughter following him.

 

And so he had found himself at the door to Elijah’s trailer.

 

It was freezing. Again. But he hadn’t felt it. He couldn’t think of a damn thing to say, but he knew that if he didn’t say something, that would be it. The shoot was over. They were all going home. So he’d knocked.

 

Silence.

 

“Lij? I know you’re in there...c’mon man...” He’d knocked again.

 

Nothing.

 

He’d clenched his fist and pounded on the door. The pain was incredible – he’d forgotten his gloves and the metal of the door was so cold it burned – but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

 

“Fuck off, Tobey.” Elijah must have been standing right against the door.

 

“Elijah, open the goddamned door. I need to talk.”

 

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

 

“Jesus, Elijah...please...please man...”

 

He’d almost cried with relief when the door clicked open, but there was no welcome in Elijah’s face. 

 

“Thank you,” he’d breathed.

 

“so....talk”

 

“Can I come in?”

 

“No.”

 

“Elijah...”

 

“You have five minutes Tobey. I’m busy. Make the most of it.”

 

Damn that was cold. Colder inside that trailer than out...the kid had been beyond pissed. So Tobey had wrapped his arms around himself and stamped in the snow, trying to bring feeling back into his feet...trying to think of something to say.

 

“Four minutes...”

 

“Aw, shit Elijah...can’t we just...”

 

“Three and a half.”

 

“Christ, man, I fucked up, OK? I fucked up royally...”

 

“Are you going to tell me something I don’t know?”

 

“I’m sorry...that’s all I have. That’s it. I fucked up. Big time. And I’m sorry. That’s all I got.”

 

“That’s it?”

 

Tobey had nodded miserably. He couldn’t say anything else, there was nothing more to it. There were no excuses. There was no out.

 

“You’ve got nothing else?”

 

Tobey had given it one more try. “I was drunk...I didn’t know what...I’m only human...”

 

Elijah had nodded silently. “It’s not enough, man.”

 

He’d stepped back and slammed the door.

 

Tobey felt sick. He stood in the snow and stared at the door, willing it to open. But it never did. He knocked again, but he knew Elijah wouldn’t open the door. He tried the handle but it was locked. He called, he pleaded, he begged, but his voice was blown back to him by the wind.

 

Finally, he gave up.

 

When he got back to his trailer, Christina was there, waiting outside the door.

 

“Fuck off bitch,” he snarled, unlocking his door.

 

“Tobey...sweetie...you’re cold. You need warming up.”

 

He turned to look at her, sneering. “Don’t you have any self respect?”

 

She glanced at him contemptuously from under lowered eyelids. “At least I got what I wanted, lover. What have you got?”

 

She turned and walked away.

 

Toby felt his gorge rise, and he leaned over, hanging onto the trailer for support. His muscles clenched but nothing came out. His stomach had emptied itself last night...all over Christina’s shoes, if he remembered correctly. Eat shit bitch. He grinned humourlessly.

 

Tobey climbed into his trailer and slammed the door. He sat on the bed, feeling more alone than he’d ever felt in his life. He wanted a drink, badly. But that was one promise to himself that he wouldn’t break. No more. Not again. Never again.

 

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. Instead he opened the closet and started to throw his clothes on the bed. It was only a matter of weeks before he started work on a new movie. He hoped for somewhere warm. Somewhere sunny. 

 

He didn’t want to see snow again for a very long time.

 

Kevswitchau 2002

 

 

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