first time ! /mason

[RORY ANDERSON COOK]

LOOKING AT YOU , HOLDING MY BREATH
for once in my life i'm scared to death
I'M TAKING A CHANCE LETTING YOU INSIDE
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Rory took the cigarette that was placed conveniently between his parted lips. The toxic waste that his lungs dragged into his body was quickly expelled as he looked around himself. In a small town there seemed almost nothing to do during the days during which he was completely free from school. Well, not completely nothing, he still had his games and his live account. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Or did it just mean that he spent most of his life living through video games waiting for his prince to come? What a joke, he couldn’t wait until he was far away from this town somewhere exciting.

He placed his cigarette between his lips again and took another drag from it as he began to walk forward, his beaten up converse leading the way. There had to be something to do outside. Everything seemed so dull when it wasn’t appearing on a television screen through his gaming systems. That was the only thing he was sure about in his life, that he wanted to go on to college for games. He wanted to design his own world and story to fit into it. He wanted to make something that other kids that were like him wanted to play in and live in.

His hands took the burning cigarette butt from his mouth once more so that the toxins could once again leave his already damaged lungs. Rory’s eyes caressed the church around him with care, taking in as much of the familiar scenery as he could. It wasn’t as if there was anything that he hadn’t seen before. Everything was generally the same no matter what, as was the small town life. What a drag. Did he have any room to talk? He rarely left the safe haven of his bedroom during the summer holidays anymore. There was absolutely no point. He avoided most human contact as if it was the plague, why was that? All he ever needed was his games, besides there was a time for social life when he was in college.

The iphone in the pocket of his skinny jeans was a reward for his expert gaming, not to mention he paid for it all of it with the money that he got from his job. It was a reward to himself, if even. He'd managed to wreck his other phone. His phone was rarely phoned, he only used it as a portable knowledge device, which was good. Then he also used it as a portable gaming device when he didn’t have his gameboy.

Holyshit he needed to get a life. His whole existence revolved around gaming and schoolwork, not to mention smoking. He needed a better hobby than Call of Duty and Pokemon. Pokemon was the worst in that entire equation. He was seventeen and owned every generation that came out. They were all in mint condition along with his super Nintendo and sega systems. He had issues, serious serious issues that stemmed around his obsession with games.

He bit his lip and looked down at his burning cigarette. There wasn’t much left of it, but there was no where to put what was left of it. He knelt down and rubbed it out on the sidewalk before he shoved the butt into his pocket. The city should really invest in more trashcans, there were practically none around the area. In his mind that was a dumb thing. How could someone really complain about litter when there was no attempt to stop it. People bothered him sometimes.

Rory continued walking silently toward his boyfriend's apartment complex. Something deep down inside told him that he should get out of that relationship, or maybe it was the bruises that covered a lot of his body. The dark purple discolored skin, it was disgusting looking, but there was nothing he could do about it. Some of them were already turning green and beginning to diminish. Maybe it was the fact that Mason always seemed to be really mean to him. He didn't know for sure, he just knew that he didn't want to stop seeing him. Or perhaps it was that he made Mason mad. He hated making him mad, he didn't even understand how he made him that way.

His feet fell into a rhythmic pattern as he stepped into the building where Mason lived. He swallowed hard pushing opened the complex's door. He suddenly felt afraid, not that he really knew why. He dragged his leather flip-flops across the faded floor as he approached the familiar door with mixed feelings. Rory lifted his hand, pulling it into a gentle fist as he knocked on the door.

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[MASON ADAM HILTON]

mason could honestly say he felt like shit. not because he was sick or anything like that, but because he knew he had to be one of the biggest ass holes in the world. his relationship with rory had started out as a big scheme to break the kid, because for some odd reason, he annoyed the shit out of mason, but slowly.. said relationship turned into, well, feelings, and that scared mason worse than anything. he didn't want to 'fall in love'. that wouldn't fit in with his life style very well, and he knew it. he hated the thought of being tied down, and he hated the thought of being tied down to rory even worse. what was he going to do with himself? he had sworn long ago to never fall in love, why was he so easily breaking his own promise? maybe it was because rory withstood every single punch or kick or bad name mason threw at him, and still came back. there was nothing even special about this kid that he would find interesting in any other person. there was nothing that set him out or made him different from any other girl or boy that had asked him out. hell, he was probably the least special out of all the males that had ever asked him out, whether they were kids in high school, overly obsessed fans, or just random people off the streets or in bars. he was just your average young adult that smokes a little pot and cigarettes, with weird hair, tattoos, and piercings.

mason had been in bed all day, why? he wasn't quite sure. he liked to tell himself that he was just getting used to the time change, but it had been three weeks. he, along with everyone else, knew that he was just a lazy bum that didn't want to get up and do something with his life besides make beautiful music that many teens would enjoy, which he was doing. when he wasn't on tour, in the studio, or playing a show, he was usually just laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, watching tv, or trying to get his cute little boyfriend to have sex with him.. or sometimes out seducing random girls. he had to stop doing that.. he knew that rory was enough, he had to come over just about every day, besides, he didn't really want to pick anything up from some random chick. he knew rory was clean and didn't have any diseases or anything like that, which was good. maybe he should just drop this big scheme and admit to himself he was in love? he didn't think he could do that, honestly. that would mean stopping all the hard work he had been putting into it.. but thinking back, was it really worth it? were rory's tears worth the satisfaction of 'winning'? he wasn't quite positive what the answer to that one was, and he wasn't sure he wanted an answer, either. he just knew that the bruises under rory's shirt were sickening.. and he was starting to get upset with himself as of lately.

the problem was, he just couldn't stop. it was almost like he was addicted to hurting this poor boy. but that was the only thought running through his mind as he laid on top of the clean clothes that were scattered around his unmade bed. maybe he would stop? but that would mean facing the fact that he could quite possibly love rory.. which was something he never really wanted to think about and be serious about it. he knew that he loved rory. he loved almost everything about the kid, but he hated the fact that he did. he hated the fact that he loved rory's messy hair. he hated that he loved the way skinny jeans looked on him. and his eyes. and everything else that he should have hated about rory, but didn't. the only thing he could say he truly disliked about rory, was the whole pot smoking thing, but it wasn't anything he couldn't get used to. the thing with all of this was, mason was scared to death he would fall in love and get hurt. he would rather be the breaker than the breakee. as that thought passed through his mind he heard a knock on the door. he groaned as he pushed himself up off the bed. who the hell was coming to see him, like really? he shook his head as he wandered up to the door, his sweats hanging loosely on his hips. he hoped this was worth his time. he swung the door open, staring at the brunette standing outside his door.

what was he doing here? fuck. this wasn't what he had wanted to do tonight. without saying another word, though, mason yanked rory inside his home, allowing him to stumble and fall wherever he landed, slamming the door behind him. he could easily act upset, which he was going to do. "why the fuck are you here, rory? i thought i told you not to come over tonight." he knew very well that he hadn't said that, but who cares, really? not mason. that was for sure.

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Rory knew deep in his mind that it was a bad idea to come here. It was always a bad idea to come here, well, sometimes. Sometime Mason was nice, and that was scary shit for Rory. He kept waiting for the hat to drop, for Mason to decide it was time and just hurt him in any way he could. Of course Rory took on the same defenses that he took on with Olivia take it and cry later. There were those rare occasions where he really couldn't wait and it just happened. He didn't even cry because it hurt, which it did, it hurt a lot. He cried because he didn't understand what he'd done, why Mason was so mad at him. It frustrated him and saddened him until the floodgates opened. Mason was scary, plain and simple, although he hadn't always been. Rory used to be hypnotized by him, perhaps it was just the seduction that was hypnotic. Maybe it was because Mason was attractive and gave him attention. He didn't know, he didn't want to think about it right now.

He waited silently for the door to open, a lot of thoughts running through his mind. Starting with how was mason going to be tonight? Was he even there? Maybe he'd be at a bar getting drunk and Rory could just go home. Why did he even bother coming over? He had a fair idea of what was going to happen; he was going to get hurt and they'd have sex. It was as simple as that, sex was always involved no matter what. Maybe he could get to Mason's mouth before he was hit, kicked, pushed, or called names. Maybe if he just reached Mason's neck, Mason's body. Something, anything to make his night more pleasant. Maybe he should just start praying that it wouldn't be too bad, he liked rough stuff, but not the stuff that left his body the way it was. That was painful stuff.

The door opened and Rory came face to face with his favorite, and least favorite, person in the world. He was flooded with more thoughts, they raced through his mind where he barely had time to comprehend them. Was he mad? How much was this going to hurt? And last but not least he wanted his mommy. That last one made him feel as though he deserved every sting of Mason's appendages hitting his body. Why was he such a fucking baby? He almost sighed at his idiotic thoughts. If there was a God, he hoped that he'd knock some sense into Rory and stop him from submitting himself to this. He knew that he didn't deserve it normally. He only deserved it when Mason left him on the floor afterwards, he knew he'd done something he shouldn't have then.

Rory closed his eyes, there was his answer. He raked through his mind of when Mason said that. He honestly didn't remember when he said that. Did he say that? Did he mentally block it because he liked having the shit kicked out of him? In reality he liked it to a point, but the point had been breeched by Mason when he left marks. He hated when he doubted himself, it made him feel like such an idiot, not to mention when he didn't pay attention. That killed him. His eyes fluttered open and the next thing he knew he was in Mason's apartment, on the floor, waiting for whatever Mason had to offer to him tonight. Rory didn't even look up, he just mentally prepared himself for what was next.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, as if it would help his situation any. Rory didn't even bother turning over. He just laid there helplessly waiting for Mason to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to him. Why did he even like Mason? Dare he say he even loved this man? That was dangerous to say the least. He doubted those feelings would be requited. He looked directly at the floor with his forehead resting on his forearm, a few of the only bits of him that weren't covered in something disgusting to look at.

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[MASON ADAM HILTON]

mason knew that he was a horrible person. he had known that for as long as he could remember. he slept with girls just so he could hit them and he had gotten together with rory just to tear down all his emotional walls and demolish his self confidence, not that he had much to begin with. the boy was average sized, but he was fragile, that much mason knew. he cried when he didn't think mason could hear him anymore, and he tried hiding the bruises that he was sure many people knew were there. that wasn't necessarily a good thing, but until someone said something about it, he really didn't care. he knew he had to stop, and he had to do it soon. obviously, it wasn't affecting rory much in the way he hoped it would. he had already hurt him beyond belief, but he hadn't told anyone, nor had he left him yet. he hadn't accomplished his goal. he could've killed the boy easily, but why would he do that? he was positive in the back of his mind that he truly loved this kid. he didn't want to, but he did. and he had done many horribly, terribly things that many people couldn't even imagine doing to another person. he had beat him and confused him. he had raped him and cheated on him. why was he like this? mason didn't even know why he was such a disgusting person, but he was, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

mason looked down at rory, who was laying on the ground after being thrown there. there were times when mason honestly couldn't stand rory to the point where he could've strangled him, and then there were times where mason felt like the biggest ass hole in the world after hitting him. there were the rare occasions rory actually did something to piss him off, and not only did he beat him a million times worse, he left him laying on the floor as if that was where he belonged. most of the time, though, rory was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. he could barely hear the small i'm sorry that came from rory's lips and half flinched. god, he hated when rory said things like that and made him feel slightly bad. he was already feeling like enough of a dick without the help from rory, he didn't really need to say anything to make him feel worse, though he doubted that rory did that on purpose. things like that just made him want to kick him and hit him worse, and he knew that was bad. rory needed to learn how to stand up for himself, but it didn't seem like he would ever do something like that. he wasn't bold enough to that, and mason knew it. in fact, every one probably knew it. he wasn't about to try and change that, though. for now, that was a good thing, though he was slowly changing his mind about all that he was doing. what if he really loved rory?

the thought made him shudder as he walked over to the boy, using his foot to roll him over onto his back. he looked over him and sighed, shaking his head. the boy looked completely pathetic. "you're pathetic, rory." the words were poison streaming from his lips. he didn't mean any of it, honestly. "seriously, you're so fucking stupid, i swear." he said harshly, crouching down to look at him closer now. he couldn't honestly believe that rory put up with this. everything mason threw at him, he just sat back and took. and he hated it. he wanted rory to hit him, scream, cry. something. something to know he hurt or wanted this to end. instead, he just laid there and pretended there was nothing he could do, when it was the exact opposite. mason was pretty sure that if rory stopped him even once, he would end this and be done. he couldn't help that he wanted to see how much the kid could take. though, now, he was shaking his head at rory. how could he just sit there like he deserved it or something. after a few moments, mason took a fist full of rory's hair, pulling him to his feet. "just a worthless piece of dead weight." he said, shaking his head again. he let go of his hair and let his hand curl around his neck for half a second as he pecked the boy on the lips before tossing him to the ground again.

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He didn't know what he'd done to Mason, he never knew what he did to Mason. It was just a given that if Rory went over he was going to get hurt, usually. Sometimes his boyfriend played with him, he was nice to him before reverting back to this. It scared Rory, but he'd never leave him, never. It just proved that Rory was in fact one of the biggest idiots ever. Why didn't he just save himself from all of this pain and just leave Mason? Why couldn't he just do something about it? He was just a spineless gay boy who couldn't even stand up to his boyfriend when he bullied him.

Rory was rolled over and he came face to face with his favorite person, and worst nightmare. Every word that passed through Mason's lips cut through Rory like a blade, cutting through his carefully laid out composure and sliding into his mind. They hurt worse than anything Olivia ever threw at him, more than anything her friends ever said to him. He didn't want to fight back, he didn't need to. Everything Mason said was the truth, he was pathetic. Why didn't he defend himself? Oh right, because he didn't feel the need to even try to do that shit. Mason was right. He just looked at at him with his face impassive, and his eyes looking dead. Even though what Mason said to him was the truth, it hurt. A wince escaped Rory's lips as his boyfriend picked him up by the hair. He was, as Mason said, completely worthless. His abuser's hand comforted him slightly, making him feel as if it was over and it would be okay. Rory moved to kiss him back without thinking but before he knew it he was on the ground again. Rory whimpered as some of his older bruises were disturbed with Mason's violent movements. He wanted to tell Mason to stop, ask him why he did this to him. Ask him what he had to do to make Mason happy, but he didn't. He just laid on the floor and looked up at him waiting for whatever was next. His facade was failing, but he didn't want to cry in front of Mason. He hated crying in front of his boyfriend, the man who made his life hell. The man he liked, maybe even loved.

"I-" His voice cracked, he was close to crying, it was best if he didn't say anything at all. He looked away from him, as if the very sight of Mason would cause the carefully constructed dams in his tear ducts to stop the flow. He swallowed quietly and pushed himself into a sitting position, a very dangerous maneuver. It opened up all sorts of vulnerable places. His eyes focused in onto Mason's feet. He knew what those felt like when they were pressed into you. Rory watched them a little longer before he pulled his knees up, he didn't want to feel that again. Rory's eyes moved from Mason's feet up past his black sweatpants, his bare chest, to his eyes. "Please." Rory whimpered to mason looking at the other boy closely, praying to whoever was listening that Mason wouldn't hurt him more. "No more." He couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes started leaking and tears ran down his cheeks. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't stop it. He didn't want to be hurt anymore.

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