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Sadly, yes. The way too short rest of part 3.

Title: Very Bad Jockey Slash Fic, 3b/4
Author: Luce
Disclaimer: OKAY FINE, THEY ARE GAY. Not gay.
Pairings: Gary Stevens/Alex Solis, Corey Nakatani/David Flores
Rating: R, for swearing and references to sexual situations
Genre: Humor, melodrama, angst
Warnings: scary!Tyler and batshit!Alex.
Summary: Gary's Adventures in Being Kidnapped.

Part 3b: Would you like some gravy with that?

Gary twitched nervously in his seat, hands bound not by rough rope, but strangely enough, a silk tie.

He really didn’t want to know what it implied.

Tyler had been staring at him for the past two hours, and it was starting to unnerve him. Gary tried to talk to him again.

“Now, Tyler,” he started gently. “You don’t really want to do this.”

Tyler smiled. “Oh yes. I think I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

It went along these lines for awhile until Gary finally lost it.

“Tyler, you’ve gone crazy like a hungry bear,” he said sharply. “Stop playing around, kid.”

Tyler’s eyes darkened. He got up from his seat two feet in front of Gary and slowly walked towards him, dangerous glint in his eye.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, voice low.

Gary decided it was time for his backup plan.

“Look, there’s my hole, gotta go!” he trilled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” whispered Tyler. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, love.” He ran a finger down Gary’s cheek.

Gary flinched. “Wait!” he croaked.

Tyler’s finger was now making its way down Gary’s chest.

“My fangirls!” he shouted. “They’ll never forgive you!”

Tyler’s nail dug into Gary’s belly button.
“They’re trying to take you away from me too,” he said viciously. “I love you, Gary, and no one is going to have you but me. No one.”

“Mommy,” Gary whimpered.


“ALEX,” shouted David. “STOP BEATING UP COREY!” He batted ineffectually at Alex’s arms, which were at the moment pummeling Corey to the ground.

“Fucking sonofabitch,” Alex growled. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you stupid asshole!”

“Ow,” said Corey.

“STOP!” screamed David.

“MOTHERFUCKER,” shouted Alex.

Fifteen minutes later, Alex sat crying on the ground as Santa Anita’s local queens comforted him.

“We were supposed to go to dinner,” Alex wailed.

“Go to dinner,” David repeated, rubbing soothing circles on Alex’s back.

“Dinner,” said Corey.

“And we were going to eat gravy,” sobbed Alex, “to celebrate our fifteen day anniversary.”

“Eat gravy.” David patted him on the back.

“Gravy,” said Corey.

Alex’s crying slowly faded to hiccups.

“What am I going to do without him?” said Alex brokenly, clutching the pink, lacy handkerchief David had handed him.

“Don’t you worry, honey,” said David firmly. “We’ll get him back. I’ve got a plan.”

“A plan,” nodded Corey.

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