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The rest of the drive to Indy, was boring. No one said anything, and the only thing outside was frost-covered fields. Patrick hated it. Whenever he was in cars , he listened to music, and made conversation, but now the only thing to keep him busy was Jonathan. After the events of the rest stop, the two had never let go of each other's hands, even when Jonathan had changed into a t-shirt and jeans. Lolling up at his friend's face he looked straight into Jonathan's deep-brown eyes. He loved those eyes, and how he could just melt into them. He loved Jonathan's smile, Jonathan's taste, Jonathan's hair, Jonathan's body, Jonathan's ass, Jonathan's shaft, Jonathan's legs, and Jonathan. Whenever they were together he felt whole, and he knew that without Jonathan, he would never survive this journey. Patrick leaned his head on Jonathan's chest, and began to purr as Jonathan strocked his hair and face. That's when music and singing shocked him out of his stupor.

James loved to sing to music. He usually did this during or after a murder. But tonight he had been too busy to sing. After a time of seeing the lovers behind him stare at each other, he had had enough. He plugged in his I-Pod, scrolled through until he found "Goodbye Earl" (thinking it was nessecary, given what had happened earlier) turned it on, and began singing. He sang the song and the played it again, not caring about the looks that the other two gave him.

Arriving in Indy, James turned around and had to explain to the other two, that for the rest of the day, they would be staying in a motel room. They would do this until Laura called.

They pulled into the motel parking lot, and James escorted them into the building. There he paid for two rooms, grapes the keys, and took them to the 5th floor. Patrick and Jonathan would share room 531, and he would take the adjoining room 533. To ensure they wouldn't escape, he explained to them that if they wanted to leave; they could leave with him, or leave in a body bag. He closed the door on them, went in his room, and promptly fell asleep. Next door, however, there was minimal sleeping.

After James closed the door, Patrick sat next to Jonathan on the bed. They stared at each other for a time, when all of a sudden Patrick had the urge to grab Jonathan by the head and start making out with him. When Patrick's tongue entered Jonathan's mouth, he tried to pull back, but Patrick grabbed him by the ears, and pulled him in. Jonathan let his tongue start wondering through Patrick's mouth and after a time neither of them could tell who's mouth was who's. Patrick, ended the kiss, though, to explore more of Jonathan's body. He gave him a hickey, and then started to bite on his shoulder. He then grabbed Jonathan's shirt and pulled it off, exposing Jonathan's tight and beautiful abs. He licked and kissed each one of them, and then moved his lips to Jonathan's nipples. He licked each one of them preciously, and then if out of nowhere, but hard into his right nipple. Jonathan gasped, and that's when he knew he had him. He ripped off Jonathan's pants and underwear, to find Jonathan's large cock pointing out at him. He looked up at Jonathan and smiled, taking it in his hand. He rubbed it for a time, and then put his mouth around it. He sucked hard and long, until while deep-throating Jonathan came in his throat. He swallowed it eagerly, and flipped Jonathan around. Jonathan had not expected this, as he was usually the top, but tonight Patrick would be. Patrick placed his face firmly between the cheeks of Jonathan's large ass. He licked and bit Jonathan's hole, until Jonathan was begging for Patrick to fuck him. And in one quick thrust, Patrick was in him. Jonathan screamed, and started gasping, as Patrick fucked him hard. As Patrick grabbed Jonathan's cock, Jonathan started to gasp louder and more.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah," was all Patrick heard," ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah," until after an eternity the noise changed.

"Oh my fucking Godddddddddddddddddddd!" Jonathan screamed as he came, with white cum splattering all over the sheets.

Patrick pulled out, leaned over Jonathan's head and began to finish himself.

He heard himself scream as he came, covering Jonathan's face with his cum. He leaned over, laughing and started to help Jonathan lick the cum of his face. Later that night they cuddled together, both covered in hot, sticky cum. But, something was wrong with Patrick. He didn't feel right, and he wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was fucking his best friend, or that he was fucking a killer.

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