Oops!

Jonathan Toews was running. He didn't know where he was or how he got there, but he was sprinting down a road. Abandoned row houses were on each side of the street. All of them boarded up and empty. There was no light but the street lights, and no one was around, or so he thought. Turning a corner onto an alleyway, a man jumped out from behind a house and ran toward him. Toews barely got four feet when the man tackled him, and his head slammed into the asphalt knocking him out.

Light fled in. He was tied to a chair, his hands and feet connected with cord. Everything was blurry, but after a time he could make out what was going on. Another man was in the room, he was tall and black, with short gray hair. Through a window he saw Patrick, and his heart sank. He was tied and gagged, with a long, jagged cut from right temple, over his nose and ending at his upper-left lip.He was about to say something when the man interrupted him.

"What the fuck are you about to do?" He asked.

"I I I I I I I I I," Jonathan stammered.

"Yes...?" The man asked.

"W W W W Was going to tell my friend it was alright," He barely was able to say.

"And did I say you could?" The man asked.

"No," Toews replied, but as he did the man punched him, breaking his nose. And that's when he started crying.

"Don't be a little bitch!" The man screamed. He grabbed Jonathan's nose and ripped it back the other way breaking it again. Jonathan screamed.

"Tell me what you know!" The man insisted.

"I I don't know what you're talking about!" Jonathan pleaded.

The man kicked him in the face, breaking his nose once more, and busting his lip.

"You're friend said the same thing," and that's when the door opened, and James was thrown to the floor.

His hair was matted, and covered in dried blood. Part of one ear was gone, as well as three teeth. His face was swollen and puffy, and almost unrecognizable beneath the black and blue.

"Now that you're both here, I can prove a point." The man got up, motion to one of his men, and the man brought Patrick in and threw him to the floor. "Here's what happens to people who don't answer my questions," he said as he pulled out a gun, and shot Patrick in the back of the head. Jonathan screamed, as he felt the blood spatter on his face, as his friend's body hit the floor, dead. James sat there in disbelief, as the man turned, and shot him in the face. Toews screamed as another of his companions died, and that's when the gun was pointed at him. The man smiled and pulled the trigger.

Jonathan awoke screaming. He looked around. He was still in the motel in Indiana. It had all been a dream. Thank God.

"Jonny," a concerned Patrick asked, grabbing him from behind," Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine Peekaboo," he replied, turning around and kissing his friend on the forehead.

"You don't seem fine to me," Patrick replied looking concerned, "I love you Jonny, and I won't let anything happen to you!!!"

"I'm fine!!" He replied firmly, but Patrick looked hurt, and he couldn't handle that, "It's alright baby, I just had a bad dream."

"Ooh I'm sorry, but I know just the thing to cheer you up,!" He jumped out of bed and walked off with that happy smile of his.

Jonathan loved how happy and loving his friend was, but he was scared. He wondered if Patrick understood what was happening. They were following a murderer around the country, and could die at any moment. But Patrick was just too happy, too blinded by love. James was right, their love would be their undoing. He had gotten so deep into thought, that he barely noticed Patrick's return.

"Look what I got!" He explained. But Jonathan was not worried about that.

"You went downstairs! Didn't James tell you to stay up here!! What were you thinking!!!!!!!! Are you stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed.

Patrick started crying. Jonathan quickly got up and wrapped his arms around him. Trying to apologize.

"I'm so sorry baby. It's my fault all of this has happened. Please don't be mad at me," he pleaded.

"I could never be mad at you, I love you Jonny." Patrick looked up, his eyes red. "I never meant to do anything bad, I just wanted to do something nice."

Jonathan looked at his friend and kissed him.

"I know baby, but we have to be smart. If something happened to you, I couldn't live with myself."

"Nothing will happen Jonny. Everything will be alright," Patrick explained. And that was Jonathan's turn to start crying.

"What?" Patrick asked.

"Nothing baby, I just love you," he replied.

"I love you, too!" Patrick responded with glee.

The two started kissing again, and they did for the next two minutes, until Jonathan stopped them.

"So, what did you get from downstairs?" He asked.

Patrick showed him and Jonathan smiled. It was whipped-cream and chocolate syrup.

"I'm going to give you the best breakfast ever!" Patrick exclaimed.

They undressed each other and began to cover themselves in the toppings. After some time, he had cleaned most of Patrick off, when he went down to find the best treat. He sucked on that for awhile, until another, better cream filled his mouth. Patrick them flipped him over and proceeded to lick the cream off his ass, and enter him. Patrick then thoroughly fucked him.

An hour later Jonathan layed in the sheets, covered with cum and whipped cream. He sat there staring at Patrick, who stared back at him. In his head, he remembered why he loved Patrick, Patrick made him a better person, and that was all he needed. This thought made him grab Patrick to start round two, but this time he would not be on bottom.

Notes

Next up: What James has been doing.


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