"Love Shapes", Tony/Sid, Tony/Michelle, Michelle/Cassie, Sid/Cassie, R
Title: Love Shapes
Author: likecharity
Pairings: Tony/Sid, Tony/Michelle, Michelle/Cassie, Sid/Cassie.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, femslash and het.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins.
A/N: I imagine this is set before the Russia trip. But I'm not entirely sure the timing matches very well.
Summary: Tony loves Michelle loves Cassie loves Sid loves Michelle loves Tony loves Sid. This is far more complicated than a love triangle.
Tony fucks Sid because he can. Sid has been deliciously close to being his slave ever since something like Year 4, when Tony knocked out one of a bunch of boys in their class who'd been making fun of Sid for weeks. Tony didn't know why he'd done that - probably just because things in Mrs Bennett's class were getting boring again - but he was glad he had. Sid started following him around everywhere after that moment, something that still hasn't stopped.
Sure, Tony loves him, though, loves him as a friend. They've gone through everything together, pretty much, and Tony loves all of his friends no matter how he treats them sometimes. The thing about Sid, though, the thing he really likes about Sid, is that he can do whatever he wants and Sid will never leave his side. It's a bit of an experiment, sometimes, really (although Tony doesn't like to think of it like that), to see how far he can go before somebody gets sick of him.
He doesn't think Sid will ever get sick of him, though. They've fallen out, of course, they've exchanged black eyes and - embarrassingly - even refused to talk to each other for days on end. But Sid always comes back to him. That's what Tony likes about Sid. He always comes back.
Michelle doesn't fuck Cassie because she can, she fucks Cassie because she wants to, she really wants to. Cassie lets her, and that's all well and good, but sometimes she thinks that even if Cassie wasn't so sure, she'd do it anyway. They've been best friends for years, and of course there was some experimenting when they were younger - I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and so on - but things only got serious a few months ago.
Well, not exactly serious, though. She's still with Tony, of course, and she still wants Tony, and she thinks it would be ridiculous to leave him for Cassie - for a girl - because she's not even gay, not really, there's just something she loves about Cassie's softness and the damp white-blonde hair between her legs, and the little nonsensical words she whispers as she comes. She's not gay because she still likes Tony's cock. A lot. She doesn't want anybody else's anything inside her, it's only ever been Tony's cock, and she thinks maybe Cassie looks a little hurt when she bats her hand away and gives that as a reason.
Cassie's all kneecaps and elbows and ribcage in bed, but Michelle doesn't mind. She likes the texture and the contrast, the hard bone under the soft skin. Sometimes when Cassie's too skinny and she doesn't like to look at the way her bones are jutting, she shuts her eyes and dips her head between Cassie's legs, chanting, "Eat, eat, eat," each syllable a breath over Cassie's cunt, making her squirm and writhe on the bedcovers. But Cassie always pulls herself together, she always laughs and orders, "No, you," before pushing Michelle face-down where she really wants to be.
In the beginning, Tony thought he was giving Sid some sort of gift, though he couldn't quite work out the specifics. The two of them had been drunk at his house one night, and Tony had managed to persuade Sid to talk about his feelings for Michelle - something he didn't often do, not to Tony. Tony loved it when Sid did this, it gave him that wonderful feeling of knowing he had something someone else desperately wanted, and they were never going to get it.
"You know what the next best thing to Michelle is?" Tony had whispered, voice like the devil, and he'd hardly been able to conceal his pleasure when Sid looked puzzled, shaking his head. It wasn't until he was sprawled across the floor with his cock down Sid's throat that he told him, his voice a little shaky with need, panting and gasping, "Me."
He didn't know why Sid did it. He liked to think Sid was hopelessly in love with him. Maybe it wasn't Michelle after all and that was just a front, to cover up who he really liked. Sometimes he liked to imagine Sid was head over heels for both of them, though, because it was always fun to think about when he and Michelle were having sex. He loved to think about what Sid wouldn't give to be right there between them, sticky with sweat as his hands travelled desperately over both of their gorgeous bodies, and thanking Tony over and over until he couldn't even speak.
Cassie doesn't really mind who she sleeps with, or where or when or whatever. She supposes she just likes the idea that people actually want to sleep with her, even though she thinks she's so grotesquely fat and terrible. She wishes for Sid, a lot, though, wishes he wouldn't love Michelle the way he does (though she understands, of course, and she can't blame him for it even though she'd love to), wishes he'd notice her when she's handing herself to him on a plate. She gets sad and lonely, she gets cold, because if Sid doesn't notice her then who will?
Michelle does, and that's good enough a lot of the time. Michelle really wants her - she can't understand why - and she's happy about it. She adores Michelle, always has. They grew up together and she'd be lying if she said she never dreamt about this. Michelle's demanding, dragging her into club bathrooms and pushing up her skirt, and sometimes Cassie's mind shapes her fingers into Sid's, but mostly - mostly - she lets them stay Michelle's.
She thinks about where else Michelle's fingers have been, and she feels funny in a disturbingly good way when she knows she's getting Tony's seconds. She doesn't like Tony - he makes her nervous and angry because he never thinks before he speaks - and she likes that she can give Michelle something he'll never be able to. She likes that she's getting to him in this tiny, subtle way, that there's this tiny indirect unspoken thing between the two of them, and it's all hers because he has no idea.
Sid wants Michelle, and he's more sure of that than he is of - well, probably anything else. He's never really been able to trust things like maths and physics and his parents, but he can trust that his desire for Michelle is real, more real than most things he's experienced. He dreams of her every night. He daydreams about her every day. He wanks over her so much that he sometimes feels guilty for thinking of her that way without permission, but that's probably just Tony's voice reprimanding him in his head.
He thinks of Tony when he wanks, too, but never Tony on his own - that would just be too weird. He pictures Tony and Michelle in bed, a space between the two of them and their fingers beckoning him towards it. He's not really sure why he wants Tony, perhaps just because Tony and Michelle come as a package, or maybe it goes deeper than that. He's always wanted some way to win Tony's approval and sometimes, just sometimes, he thinks he has it, when Tony's cock is as far inside him as it can go and he's biting his lip and trying not to seem like a pussy, while Tony groans and squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, "Sid. Sid. Sid."
Sid thinks he probably likes Cassie, but he's not so sure if she likes him. It seems strange that somebody would, if he's perfectly honest. He's spent so long lusting after people who don't give him a second glance - and fucking certain people who don't seem to care either way - that the idea of somebody as lovely and honest as Cassie actually wanting him is just utterly foreign. So he chalks it all up to other people's miscalculations, and tries not to think about it.
Tony loves how he can be fucking Sid one moment, watching his face screw up and his lips go all shiny, and then be teasing him about being a virgin the next. He doesn't really know how these things work - if you're a straight-sex-virgin or a gay-sex-virgin - but he knows Sid can't correct him even if he is wrong, because all these things are secret, and Sid will never tell because he told him not to.
Tony worries about the day Sid realises he wants Cassie (Tony already knows this, of course - he's pretty sure he knows quite a few things Sid doesn't know about himself) because that'll be the day he might not want Michelle so much anymore. He doesn't know if Sid only wants Michelle or if he wants him, too. He tries not to care all that much - he's only playing around, of course - but he has to admit he doesn't like the idea of not having a boy to fuck whenever he feels like it. He'd probably have to find somebody else, but then again, maybe that wouldn't be so hard - they do have a gay guy in their group, after all.
Michelle doesn't mind that Cassie likes Sid. In fact, she'd rather like it if something happened between the two of them, because maybe Sid would make the poor girl happy. She knows Cassie's not always thinking of her when she's down there, and it doesn't really matter either way. Cassie loves Sid, and Michelle loves Tony. Michelle loves Tony. Michelle loves Tony.
After Cassie comes, her breathing all erratic, she cuddles up to Michelle. Tony never does that, he always just sort of rolls off her and they have to get dressed again because they only ever seem to have sex in the middle of the day when parents are at work. Michelle and Cassie can have sleepovers and they can share a bed, and parents are none the wiser. Cassie always smiles at her with bright white teeth and whispers "You...are magic," her hair like golden wheat strewn across Michelle's stomach.
None of them have what they really, truly want. They've got bits and pieces, they've got scraps of what really ought to belong to somebody else. And none of them are really happy, you couldn't say that, but in the moment it all seems all right.
Author: likecharity
Pairings: Tony/Sid, Tony/Michelle, Michelle/Cassie, Sid/Cassie.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, femslash and het.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins.
A/N: I imagine this is set before the Russia trip. But I'm not entirely sure the timing matches very well.
Summary: Tony loves Michelle loves Cassie loves Sid loves Michelle loves Tony loves Sid. This is far more complicated than a love triangle.
Tony fucks Sid because he can. Sid has been deliciously close to being his slave ever since something like Year 4, when Tony knocked out one of a bunch of boys in their class who'd been making fun of Sid for weeks. Tony didn't know why he'd done that - probably just because things in Mrs Bennett's class were getting boring again - but he was glad he had. Sid started following him around everywhere after that moment, something that still hasn't stopped.
Sure, Tony loves him, though, loves him as a friend. They've gone through everything together, pretty much, and Tony loves all of his friends no matter how he treats them sometimes. The thing about Sid, though, the thing he really likes about Sid, is that he can do whatever he wants and Sid will never leave his side. It's a bit of an experiment, sometimes, really (although Tony doesn't like to think of it like that), to see how far he can go before somebody gets sick of him.
He doesn't think Sid will ever get sick of him, though. They've fallen out, of course, they've exchanged black eyes and - embarrassingly - even refused to talk to each other for days on end. But Sid always comes back to him. That's what Tony likes about Sid. He always comes back.
Michelle doesn't fuck Cassie because she can, she fucks Cassie because she wants to, she really wants to. Cassie lets her, and that's all well and good, but sometimes she thinks that even if Cassie wasn't so sure, she'd do it anyway. They've been best friends for years, and of course there was some experimenting when they were younger - I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and so on - but things only got serious a few months ago.
Well, not exactly serious, though. She's still with Tony, of course, and she still wants Tony, and she thinks it would be ridiculous to leave him for Cassie - for a girl - because she's not even gay, not really, there's just something she loves about Cassie's softness and the damp white-blonde hair between her legs, and the little nonsensical words she whispers as she comes. She's not gay because she still likes Tony's cock. A lot. She doesn't want anybody else's anything inside her, it's only ever been Tony's cock, and she thinks maybe Cassie looks a little hurt when she bats her hand away and gives that as a reason.
Cassie's all kneecaps and elbows and ribcage in bed, but Michelle doesn't mind. She likes the texture and the contrast, the hard bone under the soft skin. Sometimes when Cassie's too skinny and she doesn't like to look at the way her bones are jutting, she shuts her eyes and dips her head between Cassie's legs, chanting, "Eat, eat, eat," each syllable a breath over Cassie's cunt, making her squirm and writhe on the bedcovers. But Cassie always pulls herself together, she always laughs and orders, "No, you," before pushing Michelle face-down where she really wants to be.
In the beginning, Tony thought he was giving Sid some sort of gift, though he couldn't quite work out the specifics. The two of them had been drunk at his house one night, and Tony had managed to persuade Sid to talk about his feelings for Michelle - something he didn't often do, not to Tony. Tony loved it when Sid did this, it gave him that wonderful feeling of knowing he had something someone else desperately wanted, and they were never going to get it.
"You know what the next best thing to Michelle is?" Tony had whispered, voice like the devil, and he'd hardly been able to conceal his pleasure when Sid looked puzzled, shaking his head. It wasn't until he was sprawled across the floor with his cock down Sid's throat that he told him, his voice a little shaky with need, panting and gasping, "Me."
He didn't know why Sid did it. He liked to think Sid was hopelessly in love with him. Maybe it wasn't Michelle after all and that was just a front, to cover up who he really liked. Sometimes he liked to imagine Sid was head over heels for both of them, though, because it was always fun to think about when he and Michelle were having sex. He loved to think about what Sid wouldn't give to be right there between them, sticky with sweat as his hands travelled desperately over both of their gorgeous bodies, and thanking Tony over and over until he couldn't even speak.
Cassie doesn't really mind who she sleeps with, or where or when or whatever. She supposes she just likes the idea that people actually want to sleep with her, even though she thinks she's so grotesquely fat and terrible. She wishes for Sid, a lot, though, wishes he wouldn't love Michelle the way he does (though she understands, of course, and she can't blame him for it even though she'd love to), wishes he'd notice her when she's handing herself to him on a plate. She gets sad and lonely, she gets cold, because if Sid doesn't notice her then who will?
Michelle does, and that's good enough a lot of the time. Michelle really wants her - she can't understand why - and she's happy about it. She adores Michelle, always has. They grew up together and she'd be lying if she said she never dreamt about this. Michelle's demanding, dragging her into club bathrooms and pushing up her skirt, and sometimes Cassie's mind shapes her fingers into Sid's, but mostly - mostly - she lets them stay Michelle's.
She thinks about where else Michelle's fingers have been, and she feels funny in a disturbingly good way when she knows she's getting Tony's seconds. She doesn't like Tony - he makes her nervous and angry because he never thinks before he speaks - and she likes that she can give Michelle something he'll never be able to. She likes that she's getting to him in this tiny, subtle way, that there's this tiny indirect unspoken thing between the two of them, and it's all hers because he has no idea.
Sid wants Michelle, and he's more sure of that than he is of - well, probably anything else. He's never really been able to trust things like maths and physics and his parents, but he can trust that his desire for Michelle is real, more real than most things he's experienced. He dreams of her every night. He daydreams about her every day. He wanks over her so much that he sometimes feels guilty for thinking of her that way without permission, but that's probably just Tony's voice reprimanding him in his head.
He thinks of Tony when he wanks, too, but never Tony on his own - that would just be too weird. He pictures Tony and Michelle in bed, a space between the two of them and their fingers beckoning him towards it. He's not really sure why he wants Tony, perhaps just because Tony and Michelle come as a package, or maybe it goes deeper than that. He's always wanted some way to win Tony's approval and sometimes, just sometimes, he thinks he has it, when Tony's cock is as far inside him as it can go and he's biting his lip and trying not to seem like a pussy, while Tony groans and squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, "Sid. Sid. Sid."
Sid thinks he probably likes Cassie, but he's not so sure if she likes him. It seems strange that somebody would, if he's perfectly honest. He's spent so long lusting after people who don't give him a second glance - and fucking certain people who don't seem to care either way - that the idea of somebody as lovely and honest as Cassie actually wanting him is just utterly foreign. So he chalks it all up to other people's miscalculations, and tries not to think about it.
Tony loves how he can be fucking Sid one moment, watching his face screw up and his lips go all shiny, and then be teasing him about being a virgin the next. He doesn't really know how these things work - if you're a straight-sex-virgin or a gay-sex-virgin - but he knows Sid can't correct him even if he is wrong, because all these things are secret, and Sid will never tell because he told him not to.
Tony worries about the day Sid realises he wants Cassie (Tony already knows this, of course - he's pretty sure he knows quite a few things Sid doesn't know about himself) because that'll be the day he might not want Michelle so much anymore. He doesn't know if Sid only wants Michelle or if he wants him, too. He tries not to care all that much - he's only playing around, of course - but he has to admit he doesn't like the idea of not having a boy to fuck whenever he feels like it. He'd probably have to find somebody else, but then again, maybe that wouldn't be so hard - they do have a gay guy in their group, after all.
Michelle doesn't mind that Cassie likes Sid. In fact, she'd rather like it if something happened between the two of them, because maybe Sid would make the poor girl happy. She knows Cassie's not always thinking of her when she's down there, and it doesn't really matter either way. Cassie loves Sid, and Michelle loves Tony. Michelle loves Tony. Michelle loves Tony.
After Cassie comes, her breathing all erratic, she cuddles up to Michelle. Tony never does that, he always just sort of rolls off her and they have to get dressed again because they only ever seem to have sex in the middle of the day when parents are at work. Michelle and Cassie can have sleepovers and they can share a bed, and parents are none the wiser. Cassie always smiles at her with bright white teeth and whispers "You...are magic," her hair like golden wheat strewn across Michelle's stomach.
None of them have what they really, truly want. They've got bits and pieces, they've got scraps of what really ought to belong to somebody else. And none of them are really happy, you couldn't say that, but in the moment it all seems all right.