Oops!

Toews just stunk. There was a definite tinge of urine in the air, as Patrick Kane sat in the middle row of a Chevrolet Suburban. After rushing out of Jonathan's apartment , he and Toews had taken the middle row, while the man had hopped in the front and sped off. The leather seat was cold under Patrick's jewels, and his ass still hurt. All the while he remained silent, wondering what the man was thinking. Jonathan had layed down in the seat, resting his head on Patrick's inner thigh. He was shaking and sobbing, and would not respond to Patrick, so Patrick just sat there combing his hand threw Jonathan's hair, trying to console him. Jonathan's head would occasionally brush Patrick's shaft, and eventually he grew hard, and could see the man choking back his laughter. Forty-five minutes outside of the city the man started talking.

"There's two bags of clothes underneath the seat that Earl and I kept," he explained, "also in the bags there is baby wipes, so Toews can clean himself off."

Patrick leaned down and grapes two luggage bags full of new clothes and underwear. He felt around until he found the baby wipes, but when he tried to give them to Jonathan, he just cried. After ten minutes of trying to get Toews to respond, he understood what he had to do; he pulled Toews' underwear off and started cleaning.

James watched this in amusement. Patrick must truly love Jonathan. But he had new important things to worry about, now that Laura had informed him that the company knew that he had not killed Toews and that they would kill him, and the other two. His thoughts were cut-off when another burner began to rang.

"White," a stern female voice said.
"Dean," he replied.
"They will try to kill you soon," she told him.
"I understand," he said.
"Good, remember, bring the pies to 5th," she told him.
"They'll arrive," he said, and hung up the phone. Taking his mask off, he looked back, and screamed.

Patrick was almost done with Jonathan's cleaning. The smell was starting to bother him, though. He leaned back, and that's when Jonathan's lips met his. Taken unawares, he could not stop Jonathan's tongue from entering his mouth, and causing what seemed like a shock of energy through them. After about a minute, Jonathan detached and moved his lips to Patrick's candy cane. After a moment of bliss, he heard the man scream, "STOP!!!!!!!!!" And felt the car swerve. Jonathan cried out and curled up into a ball again sobbing. Patrick tried to soothe Jonathan, when he looked up to scold the man, he realized it wasn't a man at all, but a boy. Without the mask on he could see what the assailant actually looked like. He had long brown hair, with green-gray eyes, and could not have been more than 20. Patrick was at a loss for words. How could he be this young, and normal looking!? Why would anyone like this be an assassin? Before he could ask his questions, though, the man began to speak.

"I am James White. I kill people for a living, and now the people I kill for want all of us dead. The person I talked to on the phone was a woman named Dean. She warned me about the threat, and know we are going to her place in Indianapolis. First we are going to one of my dropoff places, so get dressed, and ready," he explained

Patrick quickly changed into a pair of cowboy boots, jeans, and a hoodie, while James drove. After a time James pulled over into a dark, secluded old highway rest stop. James hopped out, and opened Patrick's door. Patrick jumped out, and tried to get Jonathan to come as well, but he just laid there and cried.

"Shock," James explained, " It does crazy things to people. Leave him here and he might be able to snap out of it."

"Okay," Patrick replied depressed.

Patrick followed James down the sidewalk and next to the building. Patrick contemplated running, but he did not know of James had a gun, or if he would hurt Jonathan, so he stayed. They walked until James went to a soda dispenser, and pulled out some keys. Inside were three duffel bags. He tossed them to the floor and locked the machine back up. They stood up and turned around, only to find two men with guns on them. Patrick heard James tell him to run, and he started sprinting away. After a period of time, he felt himself get thrown to the ground. Patrick looked up to find a gun pointed at his head.

"No!" He began to scream, and sob.

The man only laughed and aimed the gun.

CRACK!!!

The gunshot rang through the night. Patrick wasn't dead though, how could he not be dead? What he saw next answered that.

A naked Jonathan stood there with a gun in his hand. The gunman was dead, his brains splattered against the wall. Patrick cried from disbelief and joy. That's when Jonathan wrapped his arms around him.

"I could never let anyone hurt you Peekaboo, I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," Patrick replied and they kissed. Never before had they felt so together, and so much in love as now. The moment ended, however, when James came running over, duffel bags in hand.

"You're both alive!" He exclaimed, " Thank God! I'm happy to see that Toews is working again, and that you still have a head Patrick!"

"So am I," Patrick responded.

"Let's not get too sappy," James said, " and let's hurry up and get to the car before someone else tries to kill us."

The three ran to the car and hopped in. James sped onto the interstate, and sped off.

Jonathan and Patrick sat holding each other's hands. After a time both turned to stare at each other's eyes. Jonathan loved Patrick, and Patrick loved Jonathan. Their lips met.

"You're love will be your weakness," James explained," Only two things are certain in this world; pain and death. The only ways to escape those is through hard work and lies. Not love, but you'll both find this out first hand in Indianapolis."

Notes

Next up: Indianapolis and Miss Laura Dean!