Jase and Carly (Men of Steel)

by Mj Fields

“Do you want me to?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he laughed.

  “Can I bring a friend?” I stuck out my bottom lip on purpose.

  “One friend Carly, that’s it.”

  I turned to ask Tara if she wanted to go and I saw Tony take her money off the bar and pocket it, “You’ll blow it girl, we need it for production costs.”

  Tara smiled and shook her head yes, and he turned around. She didn’t look too thrilled.

  “Tara, we’re going to a party, would you like to come? Jase can drive and we can bring you back, only for like two hours tops?”

  She smiled and looked back at Tony, “Shit-- go, have fun,” he waved dismissively and then looked back at me, “She need money?”

  “No it’s just a party,” I wanted to tell him she needed her damn money back but I decided it best to mind my business. I grabbed her hand, “Let’s roll, girl!”

  Tara laughed and followed us out to the car.

  Chapter 9

  No it wasn’t a date anymore and Abe kind of got side tracked and was no longer with us. Carly sat in the back with Tara. I was a fucking Cabbie now, without the pleasure of hearing her try to hold back from going off like that son of a bitch got to earlier. I swear on my dick if I ever see him again I will fuck him up. Holy shit I was acting like her! Focus Jase, what the fuck!

  She was having a great time, kind of reminded me of when Little Bell had company over. Those two girls talked about everything and laughed about some really stupid shit but she was giggling and laughing and I had fucked her twice today, had my finger buried in her less than an hour ago and her hot little ass grinding into me in a very public place, and I still couldn’t think about anything else.

  Would I rather have her up here sitting next to me stroking me or sucking me off like she sometimes did while we drove down the road? Fuck yes. But she never did this shit and it was cool.

  I laughed to myself when Tara was talking about how all men ever wanted was sex. Carly whispered, well… she thought she was whispering because she was drunk, that she couldn’t think of anything else when she and I were alone for more than two minutes, either.

  When we pulled down the road to Cyrus’s I about shit, there were cars parked four blocks back. I knew he must have paid off some neighbors to make this work.

  “Oh wow, there is a lot of cars here,” Carly sounded nervous and I’m not gonna lie, who the hell knows what we were going to run into tonight, I was kind of shitting bricks too now.

  We walked in the front door and the music was booming throughout the house. Carly had a death grip on my hand and Tara was right behind us. I’m pretty sure if I stopped quickly her nose would end up in my ass.

  I looked around and as usual there were twice as many chicks here as there were guys. Nickie D was playing tunes and was swarmed by chicks in skirts that were way too short which was normal. He smiled when he saw me and grabbed his mic, “A shout out to my boy Jay, sorry ladies but he’s a dead man walking.”

  The room filled with noises of disapproval. And I flipped him off and looked down at Carly. She looked like a deer in the headlights, so fucking cute. I pulled her closer and she looked up and smiled.

  “Jay,” I laughed and she smiled.

  New friends weren’t privy to the real names we took to initials and our boys that we still hung with knew the drill. No need bringing attention to ourselves now that we had more money than we knew what to do with. But that money didn’t come easy, it was an opportunity, not a fucking hand out.

  I spotted Cyrus sitting on the couch with, one, two, three, four, chicks hanging of him and half a dozen more waiting impatiently. When he saw me he laughed and clapped his hands together.

  “Get the fuck over here!” he yelled and the girls came flying over and he laughed, “Na not you all, it’s bros before hoes, no offense of course.”

  None of them were a bit pissed off well except Carly, “Did he really just say that to them?”

  And then he did it, “My fucking beer is empty-- why don’t one of you make yourselves useful and grab me three more?” he looked up again, “Fuck that bring me four. Bro what did you bring me?”

  Carly tensed up and I held her tighter, “He’s loaded; give him a break please Baby.”

  “If he says one more thing, Jase,” she was pissed.

  “This is Carly’s friend,” I shot him a look hoping he wasn’t too tanked to understand what I was trying to tell him.

  “Well fuck, any friend of Carly’s can come sit right here in the place of honor,” he patted the spot recently vacated between his legs. Cyrus laughed “No?”

  I looked at Carly and then at Tara. Tara was giving him a look that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than distain.

  His lip curled up a bit and the way he was looking at her was unmistakable, Tara was now a challenge, “She’s got a boyfriend, Cyrus.”

  I sat next to Cyrus and Carly dragged Tara to the middle of the floor where others were dancing.

  “You need to leave that one alone,” I patted his knee as I sat next to him.

  “Not a problem,” the tone in his voice made me think he met that phrase in a different way than even he believed.

  “She has a boyfriend, Cyrus,” he grumbled as he watched Cary and Tara dancing, “She’s a stripper.”

  His eyes pulled away from them and he looked at me and smirked, “How does she handle the pole?”

  I chuckled, “Way different than the others did.”

  “You fucked her? Does Carly know…”

  “No you ass, we went to…” I paused for a moment wanting to savor this moment, “Sorority sister tonight,” he looked at me like I was fucking with him, “It was Carly’s idea.”

  “Full of shit,” he smirked and looked back at them clearly sidetracked.

  “Not at all,” I leaned back into the couch and looked at Carly. Tara was trying to teach her to dance and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Your girl can’t dance for shit, Jase,” Cyrus nudged me, but never looked away.

  “Yeah I know,” I smiled and watched her. It didn’t matter if she could dance, I really didn’t want to have to crack skulls if someone was starring anyway.

  “The other one, what’s her name again?” Cyrus leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and watched her intensely.

  “Tara and she has a boyfriend,” I reminded him. Usually this worked for Cyrus, Zandor on the other hand thought it was his job to show girls what they were missing, says it’s helped many stop from making a mistake. He just wants to show them that there is more fish in the sea.

  “Carly would be real pissed at you Cyrus,” I chuckled.

  “You ever really gonna marry that girl Jase?”

  “Yeah I’m gonna marry her, asshole,” he looked at me for a second too long, “You know we can’t leave until Charlotte is better Cyrus,” now I was getting a bit bent.

  “Sure it’s not that you’re still healing from Charlee?”

  “Charlee has been dead for a long time Cyrus; this has nothing to do with her. Are you serious right now?!” Out of everyone in the world my brothers should be able to tell I’m head up my ass for Carly.

  “Think about it Jase, that’s all I’m saying,” Cyrus sat back still focused on Tara.

  “I wanna give her the world. Starting with a wedding in Italy, all that shit girls want! You’re really pissing me off right now!”

  “Just seems like you’re waiting for Charlotte to die until you can move on,” Cyrus glanced at me, “And if that’s it, is she really the one?”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “Chill out man. But check this; if it’s crossed my mind don’t you think it has hers? I mean she comes home, surprises you, gets bent I mean really fucking bent. I have never seen her act like that and now she’s encouraging you to go to strip clubs and shit? Girls don’t do that because they want to, they do it to impress us dumb asses,” Cyrus chuckled, “You know I’m right.”


  “No you’re not, she fucking knows how I feel.” I sounded sure of myself, but was I? She was definitely acting different and the whole Cow and milk thing she said earlier. Even Abe was questioning me. FUCK!

  I glanced at Cyrus and he had a shit eating grin on his face, “Shit or get off the pot, Jase.”

  I looked over at my Baby and knew shit needed to change, and soon.

  I was staring off into space when I heard Cyrus laugh, “Maybe you shouldn’t marry her, man.”

  I looked up and my baby was doing the Monkey, the swim, and then she busted out with the robot.

  “You think she knows what she looks like?” Cyrus nudged me and laughed.

  “I think she knows exactly what she looks like,” Carly saw us watching and she smiled, lifted her palms, shrugged her shoulders, and laughed at herself, and then she started doing the chicken dance, and the shit kicker is that shit wasn’t even playing. “I just hope she knows what she looks like to me.”

  The girls laughed and danced. Tara was trying to help Carly out, but the more Carly drank the less she cared. It didn’t matter to me at all, she was beautiful. Cyrus and I sat there forever chuckling at her.

  “You should go, I don’t know, mingle. I’m very content right here,” I wasn’t trying to hold Cyrus back at all, “I’m exhausted man.”

  Tara checked her phone a few times and looked a bit anxious, and Carly was starting to drag ass. I was cool with that when we got home. I’d love to sit in a bath with her wash every inch of her body, lay her out in that big old bed and show her just how much she means to me.

  Cyrus was looking at the door agitated and I looked to see what was bugging him.

  Tony was here and looked very at home, he was working the crowd talking to everyone and Tara was oblivious, she was still trying to teach Carly some moves that were of this century. I bet she was missing her mom right now. You are my home, kept running through my mind, and then the shit Cyrus brought up and I knew I needed to do something, or the shit storm that today was would continue.

  “Oh, fuck no!” Cyrus stood up and started storming towards a group of guys.

  “Shit,” I followed.

  Before I could get to him he had someone against the wall and I couldn’t tell who it was.

  “You bring that shit to my house!” Cyrus screamed as he slammed someone against the wall, “You bring that shit into my place?!”

  I knew Cyrus wasn’t going to kill the guy he was screaming on, just like he knew I wouldn’t have killed the Cabbie. Killing someone was a no-go, but fucking them up—well… that’s another story.

  Carly and Tara walked over to me and I looked down at her, “He’s a little pissed off.”

  “Shouldn’t you help him?” she was nervous.

  “No I’m pretty sure he’s got it,” I smiled at how damn cute she was.

  “I came to get what’s mine, mother fucker!”

  Oh boy, a pissed of boyfriend, and Zandor wasn’t here. It’s not like Cyrus was totally against banging a chick that had a boyfriend, but not really his style.

  “You came to my fucking home, pedaling your shit, interrupting a good time to get what’s yours.” Cyrus laughed loudly, “Is anyone here being held against their will?” His voice filled the room and Nickie D shut down the music, everyone answered no, “That’s right just a bunch of friends chilling out listening to some good music.”

  “Get your fucking hands…”

  “Did I give you permission to speak?! You come in my home, intrude on my good fucking time, trying to pedal your fucking shit and you think you have permission to speak to me now?! Hey everyone, do we need his fucking shit?!” the response an over whelming no, “Hell no, and you punks trying to score are fucking banned, get the fucking door-- and get the fuck out!”

  “TARA!” Oh shit Carly’s head snapped around and she looked at Tara.

  Tara darted towards Cyrus and Carly went after her.

  Cyrus turned around and looked stunned, “Birdie is this yours?” and now he was pissed.

  “Let him go!”

  “You refuse the place of honor for a shitbag like this?!”

  “He doesn’t do drugs, he wouldn’t do…”

  Now I’m restraining Carly holding her back when Cyrus holds up the bag of pills, “Birdie is the fucker sick and dying?”

  “You’re mistaken, Tony tell him whose it is, now!”

  “It was in his hands…”

  “You’re drunk! Let. Him. Go,” Tara was pulling on Cyrus’s arm and I knew I had to step in, “He is leaving, but you’re not going anywhere with him!”

  Oh man. I moved and stood in front of Tara

  “Tony,” Cyrus took him hand off his throat, “I strongly suggest you use the door, or I will be glad to help you.”

  “Let’s go, Tara,” Tony grabbed for her hand.

  “The bird stays-- you fucking get out,” Cyrus crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Out!”

  Tony looked at Tara and opened the door, “Let’s go now.”

  “I said she stays,” Cyrus kicked him in the stomach and he fell out the door. Cyrus then slammed the door

  Carly hugged Tara tightly and she cried, “I have to go.”

  “No, we can get you home Tara, can’t we …” she was so scared and I can’t even explain how that made me feel, “We can right?”

  “I have to go Carly,” Tara tried to run to the door and Cyrus grabbed her.

  “Let go of me,” Tara had tears in her eyes and Carly started to shake.

  Cyrus whispered something in her ear and she slapped him across the face, I’m pretty sure he deserved it. He laughed and held her face tightly in his hands and licked her forehead, she tried to slap him again and he started pulling her behind him. Carly was flipping out. I don’t know what the fuck was going on with him but she screamed at him and he looked back.

  “Is that what you want? Is that what little bitches like you want?”

  Carly ran up and grabbed her arm and I grabbed Cyrus, Tara took the opportunity to pull away from Carly, and quick as shit she was out.

  I looked at Cyrus and he shook his head, pointed to a girl and disappeared into his room.

  I held Carly and gave Nickie D. a nod, by the time she was done crying the house was cleared out.

  “She’s better than that Jase. She is so talented,” I smiled trying to ease her hurt but she was vested, and it scared the hell out of me.

  “We can’t change everybody, Baby.”

  We sat on the couch as Nickie D. was cleaning up the music, “You guys crashing here?”

  Nickie lived with Cyrus, they had been best friends for years, “No, just waiting for the blood alcohol content to lessen.”

  I had only had four or five tonight but Carly was pretty insistent on being responsible for Bella, not that I was big on getting fucked up and driving but I agreed with her. Carly was falling asleep on my lap when Nickie said goodnight and turned the music off.

  “Sleep Baby, I’ll wake you up in an hour or so,” I pulled her up on my lap and held her as she got comfortable wiggling her ass around against me I tried real fucking hard to not …well get hard. Shit didn’t only go as planned though you know.

  “Jase?” Carly looked annoyed, “I’m having a hard time right now, and you…”

  “I’m having a Hard time as well. I know you’re upset,” I pulled her head against my chest and took a few deep breaths, “Sorry Baby, but that’s your entire fault.”

  “Tara was right, that’s all you guys think about,” she sounded frustrated and I couldn’t help but smile remembering her response.

  “You were wiggling all over it Baby…this conversation needs to stop if you want me to be what you need right now,” I rubbed her back and she shifted again. She did it again and I was seriously trying really hard, but she wasn’t helping.

  When she finally seemed comfortable, I closed my eyes, kissed her hair and leaned back.

  I was about ready to doze off, when I heard a noise from down
the hall. Carly looked up at me all wide-eyed and blushing furiously.

  I laughed and she covered her ears, I pulled her hand away and couldn’t stop smiling, “You ready to leave?”

  She shook her head yes, “I hope I never sound like that Jase, if I do you have to tell me okay? That’s just…”

  “They’re watching a movie, Baby,” I smiled she laughed, “A very loud, naughty movie.”

  She stood up and the shit that was coming from that room almost made me blush… “fuck my pussy harder…I am ready to come fuck it, beat my pussy…Your so big…so good…oh yes fuck it.”

  Carly and I were both started laughing, “If she says “who’s your daddy” I’m gonna throw up Jase.”

  Spank me...We both froze. Smack that ass…are you ever going to come?…HARDER…Oh yes... OH DADDY.

  I grabbed her hand and we darted out of the house laughing. She was laughing out of embarrassment and I was laughing because she was so damn perfect.

  I opened the door for her and buckled her seat belt, “I can do it,” she was smiling and holding her stomach.

  “Daddy’s got it, Baby,” I whispered in her ear and she threw her head back and laughed again.

  “Stop it, my stomach hurts,” she smiled and I couldn’t look away. I loved this girl madly and I never wanted her to doubt it.

  I jumped in the car and sat watching her smile as she looked out the window when she looked back at me, she smiled softer, “Worst date ever.”

  I laughed, “No shit, right?”

  “No, not all bad I guess.” She grabbed my hand, “The alley was nice.”

  I smiled and stare at her I couldn’t help. “You know you mean the world to me right?”

  She looked over and smiled and shook her head yes.

  “You told me today I was your home. If I ever make you feel otherwise, don’t you dare hold back on me. I hurt you today…”

  “Jase, I was just joking about it being the worst date ever, I had fun tonight.”

  “Favorite part?”

  “Ummm… I don’t know. You go first,” she was embarrassed again.

  “Watching you dance on the bar,” and it really was.

  “I was pissed at you, I thought you sucked…”