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It was late. As Riff expected, the lights were already off at Doc's drugstore. He snuck around to the cellar entrance and quietly lifted the door like he had done many times before.
Ever since Tony got a job and lost interest in brawling with the Jets, it became harder for them to spend any time together. Thus, formed the almost-nightly tradition of Riff sneaking in after hours to visit his best friend and have a smoke or sometimes a beer with him after his shift.
On this particular night, after tiptoeing down the stairs, Riff found Tony already curled up on his bed, still wearing his work clothes.
"Hey, no sleepin' on the job," Riff called, loud enough to wake him but hushed enough that Valentina wouldn't hear him from upstairs.
Without looking at him, Tony—who wasn't actually asleep—grumbled back, "Go away."
"C'mon, Tony! Get up!" Riff giggled, shaking the other boy's shoulder from behind.
Tony shrugged him off, "I said go away, Riff, I ain't feelin' well."
It was then that Riff noticed that he was clutching his belly. "Are ya sick to your stomach or somethin'?"
"No," Tony mumbled, still not looking at him. "It's different than that."
"Don't tell me you're still hungover from yesterday," Riff teased.
"It ain't that either," he said firmly.
"What, did ya strain yourself doin' all that manual labor for the old witch?" Riff pressed further.
"No. And quit callin' her that,” Tony snapped.
Riff held up his hands in defense—not that Tony could see them—and paced the floor. Curiosity consumed him as he searched his brain for another possibility, but he was unable to come up with any more guesses. "Well then, what is it?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Tony sighed. "I ain't used the can in a few days."
"That's it?" Riff laughed. "Well, why don't ya just go now?"
"I been tryin' all day," Tony groaned. "It don't do nothin'." He attempted to turn over and face Riff, but a painful cramp in his gut halted him in place.
Riff saw him wince and tighten his grip on his stomach. "That bad, huh?" His tone softened.
Tony exhaled through his teeth. "Yeah."
Seeing his former leader in this condition was new territory for Riff. He just wished he could help him, the way that Tony had always done for him and the other Jets whenever they were in trouble. But Riff wasn't sure how to do that. Especially not in this scenario.
He studied Tony closely, noticing how his swollen belly bulged against his white tank top. The overshirt he'd worn to work that day now hung at his sides, unbuttoned. He laid staring up at the ceiling with his eyes shut tight and his usual goofy smile or stoic demeanor replaced by a tired, melancholic expression. Riff watched as Tony's fingers glided slowly across his abdomen in an attempt to ease his discomfort. Suddenly, he found himself reaching over and placing his hand next to Tony's, right on top of his distended tummy.
Surprised, Tony's head snapped in Riff's direction and, for the first time that night, they made eye contact.
"Let me do it," Riff insisted, beginning to move his palm in a way that mimicked Tony's actions.
Tony nodded. His own hand retreated to his side, giving Riff full access to his middle.
At first, it was a gentle massage. But, as Riff's calloused fingers explored the hard lumps and bumps beneath Tony's taut skin, his maneuvers became more forceful and firm. With both hands, he pressed deeply against them, aiming to guide all of the shit and gas built up inside of his friend towards their exit.
This process was painful for Tony, though he tried his best not to show it. However, he failed to hold back a few groans and keep himself from squirming when things got too uncomfortable.
Soon, the solid masses were sitting much lower in his gut. Riff's fingers were nearly breaching the waistband of his pants to get to them. Tony stirred again, raising his hips off of the mattress to release some gas.
"Christ almighty," Riff laughed when the odor reached his nose. "You sure ya didn't just fill your pants?"
"Just wind," Tony sighed. "That's all that's come out all day." His stomach gurgled loudly followed by another smelly fart.
"Well, there's more where that came from, buddy boy, you're full of shit." Riff patted the other boy's bloated tummy. "Even more than usual," he joked.
Tony chuckled, finally giving Riff a quick glimpse of his familiar smile. His face turned a subtle shade of pink as he reached up to flick him on the ear.
Riff laughed with him for a moment, but then his voice became more serious when he saw Tony wincing again. "Do you wanna go sit on the john again? It's gotta be close to comin' out."
Although he was doubtful, Tony decided to give it another try anyway. He heaved himself up, which took abnormally more effort than it usually did, and made his way to the small bathroom across the room.
Riff lit a cigarette and waited for him on the bed. He couldn't tell if time was passing slowly because he was bored or if Tony really had been gone for a long while. After a few more minutes, he finished his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and approached the bathroom. Once outside the door, he could hear some soft grunting followed by a frustrated sigh.
Riff knocked. "Tony?" He called softly. Then he hesitated, not knowing what to say next. "Are ya havin' any luck?"
"Still nothin',” Tony reported. Then he strained again, quickly and silently. "I don't know what to do, Riff," he mumbled.
Fuck. If Tony didn't know what to do, then it was up to Riff. Gee, it sure seemed like everything was up to Riff ever since Tony got taken away last year, and even now that he'd been back for a few months. Though, that didn't mean that he had grown used to having all of that responsibility. He didn't have Tony's brains or Tony's command, and he certainly didn't know what to do in this situation either. But right now, Tony needed him. So, he had to do something.
"I'll be right back," Riff said. "Keep tryin'."
With no other options, Tony continued to push and strain hopelessly. He could feel something large sitting in his rectum but, try as he might, he just couldn't get it to come out. After many more unsuccessful attempts, he heard Riff knocking again.
"Pssst, Tony, it's me," he whispered. "Unlock the door, I got somethin' that'll help ya."
"Great! Give it here," Tony ordered.
A small click was heard from the doorknob, which Riff took as his cue to enter. Though he wasn't expecting to be greeted by any other sight, he was still surprised to see his best friend seated on the john, mostly naked with his pants around his ankles and his overshirt now abandoned in the corner. Riff froze for a second, taking in the foreign image.
"What is it?" Tony asked, snapping him out of his trance.
He produced a small box from behind his back. "Here. Found these upstairs."
"Riff, you can't keep stealin' from the store,” Tony scolded him. "You're gunna cost me my job!"
"Will you forget about that? It says here they work in fifteen minutes!"
Tony took the box from him and began scanning the label. His jaw dropped when he realized they weren't the typical remedy he was expecting. "Riff, these are suppositories! You couldn't've grabbed some laxative pills or somethin'?" He whined.
"You and I both know those things don't work," Riff shook his head. "Thought we'd better give these a try."
Tony shoved the box back into the other boy's hand. "Put 'em back."
"C'mon, Tony! Do you wanna shit or not?"
"I can do it without them!" Tony insisted. He balled his hands into fists and bore down hard, not even caring that Riff was still looking at him.
He watched as Tony struggled painfully for several more seconds. It was painful for Riff too, in a way—seeing the person he respected most in such a miserable state. He'd watched Tony persist through black eyes, bloody noses, and even a whole year in prison seemingly with ease. But now, here he was—weak, powerless, and in pain. He felt bad for him. After a number of failed pushes, Riff opened up the box and held out one of the individually wrapped pills towards him. "Here."
"No," Tony protested, becoming even more flustered. "I told you, I don't need it!"
"You sure about that?" Riff countered.
"I ain't puttin' that thing up my ass!" He argued.
"Then I'll do it," Riff blurted out. Admittedly, if Tony did have to suffer, then he wanted to be the one to help him. Even if he had no clue what he was doing.
Tony's eyes widened. "Are ya kiddin' me? No!"
"Why not?" He asked. "If you won't do it yourself—"
"No way, Riff." Then he strained again, so intensely that every vein in his body became visible from the effort. Still nothing.
"Tony," Riff said softly but still firm. "I know you're hurtin', alright? Just let me help you!"
The other boy sat panting in stunned silence.
"And besides," Riff added, "my hands ain't as big as yours, so it'll hurt less if I do it."
Oh, shit. He made a good point.
"C'mon, buddy boy, I know you don't want to, but I think you need it," he continued. "And I know you'd do the same for me, right? Womb to tomb?"
Tony thought about it for a moment, then released a long, drawn out sigh. "Sperm to worm. Just make it quick."
Riff read over the instructions carefully. Then, he unwrapped the suppository and asked Tony to lean forward so he could insert it. He reached over him and tried to line the waxy pill up with Tony's asshole, but he couldn't really see what he was doing.
"Ah!" Tony yelped when he felt the foreign object being pushed directly into the skin of his anus, which was already sore from all the straining.
Immediately, Riff removed his hands, along with the suppository, from the other boy's body. "Sorry, pal, I think we need to try a new approach."
They decided that the best way to do it was to have Tony on the floor on his knees, leaning over the toilet with the lid closed. Riff helped him into that exposing position, then kneeled down directly behind him.
"Ready, daddy-o?" He asked.
"Just get it over with." Tony buried his face into his folded arms.
Cautiously, Riff parted his friend's butt cheeks. Now with a completely unobscured view, he meticulously placed the pointed end of the pill just inside his asshole. Then, he pushed the whole thing in, trying his best to be gentle enough to not hurt Tony again but firm enough to be effective.
"Unngh!" Tony groaned as he felt the suppository enter him, followed by Riff's index finger. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt until he began to force it even deeper inside of him.
Riff drove it up as far as he could. He had nearly inserted his whole finger when he felt the pill lodge into a large, hard barricade of shit.
"Fuck," Tony hissed while Riff quickly withdrew his finger, leaving the suppository behind.
"Alright, buddy boy, just gotta wait fifteen minutes," Riff said triumphantly, patting him on the back as he stood. Then he looked down at Tony, who was still hiding his face away and clearly bracing himself for more pain. He just looked so small and vulnerable. "Ya wanna go lay down?" Riff asked softly.
Without a word, Tony slowly climbed to his feet, pulled up his pants, and walked out of the room.
Riff washed his hands briefly before following him. When he reentered the bedroom, Tony was already laying on his bed again, facing away from him just like before. After glancing at his alarm clock to note the time, Riff sat down behind him. He placed a comforting hand on the taller boy's shoulder and glided his thumb gently up and down the top of his arm.
After some time had passed, Tony was starting to get restless. He tossed and turned, trying to find a position that would satiate the cramps increasing in his abdomen. "It hurts, Riff," he moaned.
"I know, buddy boy. You're almost there," Riff soothed.
The waiting period hadn't quite ended yet when Tony suddenly felt a strong urge to go. His anus was already trying to dilate as the large mass inside of him approached it, and his muscles ached from clenching tight to hold it in. "I gotta go now! It's comin' out!" He cried
The instructions specifically said to wait at least fifteen minutes, but if Tony felt like he could finally shit, then Riff wasn't going to stop him. "Go," he told him. "You got this, Superman."
Truthfully, though, Riff was nervous for his friend. He'd felt how large and solid the obstruction inside of him was and he knew that it was not going to be pleasant for him to pass, even with the help of the medicine. Still, he was sure that Tony could do it. He sure hoped so, anyway.
Tony flashed him a quick smile before hurrying back into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and grunted quietly as the huge shit finally started to emerge. The tip of it was soft where the suppository had melted into it, but after the first couple of inches, it began to get dryer. And it was wide too, stretching his poor asshole to a painful diameter. Only a few inches had passed before it stopped moving on its own.
"No! Fuck!" Tony groaned in frustration. He attempted another push, but he was debilitated by the horrible pain in his stomach so it didn't do very much. "Nnnnngh!" The massive shit stayed in place, still hanging partway out of him while he took a minute to catch his breath. When he had gathered enough strength, he tried again. "NNNRRRRRRRGH!" It progressed a little farther, prompting a whimper from Tony as it scraped his tender anus on the way out. "Mmmmmmhhh!" Then, it got stuck again.
In the other room, Riff sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously awaiting his return. Unfortunately, he could hear just about everything. He winced at every grunt and cry that came from behind the bathroom door, preparing himself to duck under the bed at any moment if the old lady were to wake up and come downstairs. He considered stepping outside to get away from Tony's heartbreaking noises, but it occurred to him that he should probably stay close just in case the other boy needed him.
Tears streamed down Tony's face. He gave another strong push against the stubborn piece of shit holding him open. "ERRRRRRRGH!" It continued to inch out of him, painfully slow, until it stopped moving yet again. Tony was in agony. He began to sob despite himself. Then, he drew in a shaky breath and pushed as hard as he could muster. "NNNRRRRRAAAAAAGHHHHH!" Finally, the thickest part passed and the shit started to taper. The rest of it slithered out without pausing, which Tony would have appreciated if it wasn't for the friction of it grinding against his sensitive asshole. "Aaaagh!" He cried out at the unpleasant sensation.
Eventually, after one last grunt, the entire log was finally out of him and laying in the toilet. Tony panted multiple sighs of relief, taking a few moments to just sit there and collect himself.
Riff was glad to hear the toilet flush and see Tony emerge from the bathroom at long last, though he was a bit concerned when he saw how shaken and exhausted he looked. "Alright, daddy-o?"
"Yeah," Tony uttered stoically, his cheeks turning pink again.
"How'd it go?" Riff asked, standing and approaching him.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Silently. he walked past Riff and crawled into bed.
Riff stood frozen for a beat before crawling in next to him. He wrapped his arm around Tony and felt the taller boy snuggle into his embrace. Within minutes, he was asleep.
When Tony's alarm woke him the next morning, Riff was gone. He pulled himself out of bed wondering if everything the night before had all been a strange dream, until he flicked on the bathroom light and saw the box of suppositories Riff had stolen for him sitting on the counter. Tony shuddered. Then he noticed that there was now something else next to them—a stack of coins. Confused, he took them in his hand and counted them.
They added up to the exact price of the suppositories.