Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 18:39:41 +0200 From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com Subject: Jonas Loves Robbie. Part 7. Hope you enjoy this new chapter in this series. I thought it was over but I just couldn't let these two boys go. Any feedback is greatly appreciated at budbundy_no@hotmail.com. CHAPTER 7. Jonas took off from the ground as fast as he could, with Robbie in close pursuit. In the last six months Jonas dark red hair had grown down to the bottom of his neck and the bangs in his face were also longer, so the early June winds made it all fly around his face. Suddenly, Robbie's black wrist grabbed Jonas' pale ankle and stopped his ascent. Jonas twisted around in midair and wrenched himself free, heading downwards to some trees nearby. He effortlessly flew between them, not loosing any speed. Unlike Robbie, he always had to fly carefully to avoid branches. "Coward," Robbie yelled after his lover. Jonas looked back at him and smiled, before he took off for the skies again. Robbie gained speed and was soon beside him, closer and closer, until he could kiss him on the cheeks; which stopped Jonas cold. He just hovered, drawing Robbie into his arms. Legs and arms entangled, they flew even higher together, while their tongues wrestled for control of each other mouths. Jonas sneaked a hand up and ran it over Robbie's head, feeling the stubble of his now nearly gone hair. It had taken some getting used to, but, damn, if the lack of hair didn't make him more gorgeous looking than ever. Jonas ran his tongue along Robbie's full lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Robbie grabbed onto Jonas' tight round ass, grinding his pelvis into his boyfriend. Turning around, Jonas leaned his head back. Robbie buried his face in the side of Jonas' neck, drawing in slowly, the scent of his warm skin. "Damn, would a vampire love you," he said, making Jonas giggle. He opened Jonas' zipper so his jean shorts slid off his legs and fell to the ground below. Jonas turned upside down so his t-shirt fell down to his neck and, a few shakes later, it fell off too. Only his boxers were left and his butt was right in front of Robbie's face. Robbie pressed his face against the smooth silk and the bulging cheeks underneath. He humped the back of Jonas' head while he guided his boxers up his long pale legs. They hadn't concentrated and Robbie noticed how close to the ground they were. He let his baby go and kicked his legs to gain height. Now Jonas was the one in close pursuit and, by the time he caught up, Robbie had shed every garment he had. They got in the 69 position in mid-air and hovered there, while guiding the other's rock hard dicks into their hungry mouths. Jonas moaned in pleasure as the smooth length of Robbie's pulsating teen meat glided across his tongue and down his throat. His own tingled with pleasure from the tongue that was slipping around his now purple gland. He thrust forward, Robbie's wet tongue licking the underside of his cock. Jonas didn't last long as Robbie's sucking didn't let up for a minute. It never ceased to amaze him how long Robbie could keep him inside with only his nose to breathe with. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he took Robbie's cock out of his mouth long enough to say. Robbie increased his suction even more and literally milked the sperm from Jonas cock as it pumped in his mouth. It tasted heavenly. He loved how much thicker and creamier it had gotten since the day they met. Spent, Jonas fell out and flew away from him. "Not fair! It's my turn," Robbie yelled. How Jonas was gonna get it when he caught him! He tried everything to catch him, but Jonas somersaulted and evaded and changed direction too often. He strengthened his resolve as they flew over rooftops and passed birds. He nearly crashed into one. And finally Robbie had him, trapped from behind and he tried to shove his cock up between the two soft, pale pillows. Jonas didn't fight him and his tight young asshole was penetrated more and more by the eager thrusts against his back side. They flew slowly and Robbie fucked fast. "Fuck me, baby. It feels sooooo good," Jonas cried, squeezing Robbie's cock every time he withdrew it, then relaxed when Robbie shoved in. There was nothing in the world like Robbie's dark, pounding fuck pole ravaging his butt. They were soon back where they started and fell slowly down. Robbie's orgasm hit while they were still 20 feet up. He cried out passionately. "Oh, yeah! Feel me spray you full, sweetie. You have such a hot ass. Ahhhhhh. Fuck, oh fuck, Jonas!" When there was no cum left for Robbie's balls to push into Jonas, they landed back inside their bodies on the ground. Robbie pushed his ass back so his softening cock slid out of Jonas in a river of cum. He rolled over on his back and Jonas followed, putting his head on Robbie's chest. They slowly got heir breath back as they came off their high. Robbie looked wistfully up at the sky. "Great narration," he told his boyfriend. "I sure wish we could actually do all that in the air instead of here on the ground" "Tell me about it." Jonas responded. They relaxed for a few minutes, the air still, only the faint sound of the freeway on the other end of the grassy field they were on could be heard. They both drew in the fresh summer air, basking in the quiet... ...July air. Robbie was by himself in the same spot, thinking back to that day five weeks before. The last day he could remember being happy. He so wished Jonas was there by his side. How he missed the sound of his breathing, the way he would sometimes cock his head and grin at him for the least little thing. He wanted the emptiness in his chest to go away, for things to go back to the way they were that day. He heard approaching footsteps and sat up. He turned his head, but his heart sank with disappointment. He swallowed it and turned on a smile, wanting to hide what he felt inside. "Hi, Jamie," he said. James sat down in the grass beside him and patted him on the shoulder. "No Jonas today?" he said. Robbie shook his head. "Nothing has changed. No, it's been three days since I saw him." "You found out what the problem is?" James asked him, but Robbie sadly shook his head. No, Jonas would still not tell him what the problem was, despite all his efforts. He felt them slip further and further apart for every day that passed. "Could it be me?" James asked. "Maybe he still hasn't forgiven me? I know he didn't like it when you did." "No Jamie; it isn't you. As angry as he was with you I think he was softening up. He understood my reasons." After James had gotten out jail and had begun therapy he had reached out to both boys for forgiveness. It had taken a while, but Robbie had slowly come around. He believed James was truly sorry for the past. He was still going to a psychiatrist to work on his anger issues and Robbie didn't like to dwell on bad feelings and hate. And he had hated James, but it just wasn't worth holding onto. He was sure Jonas understood that, at least he promised he had. While Jonas wasn't exactly fond of James or anything, he had decided to let go as well. "...not that I really wouldn't have deserved it if you had hated me for ever." James interrupted his thoughts. "Cut it out, Jamie. You apologized enough already," Robbie said. "OK, OK. Do you think you can work things out between you though?" Robbie shrugged, but James continued: "Maybe you should think about finding someone else? I know you love Jonas, but you can't be depressed like this forever. Maybe him?" Robbie looked back again and saw a third boy approach. This time Robbie's smile was genuine as he greeted the latest arrival. "Hi, Kris." Robbie looked up at the boy, appreciatively. His stunning blonde looks even hotter than the time Jonas and he had lusted over him at the video store last year. Jamie greeted him too, then excused himself as he had to go and Kristian took his place. Their arms touched and it was like an electric current went through Robbie. He felt a little guilty as it made him think about Jonas and how he missed those little things with him. How he longed to have a boy back in his arms, but he wasn't ready to let Jonas go. He looked at Kris' lips, red and moist, moving back and forth as he chewed his gum. "So, how are things going?" Kris asked him. "Great, the physical therapist said I had my last session with him today." "That's great. My doctor took the bandages off my arm today, so I'm in the clear too." That was how the two had hooked up three months previously. They had met again at the hospital as they were treated for their respective injuries. This time they had actually kept in touch, unlike after the time they shared a hospital room when Robbie was unable to walk. "How are things going with Jonas?" Robbie's good feelings went away at Kris' question. "That's if you are ready to talk about it," Kris continued. Robbie took a deep breath. He couldn't bottle it up any longer and it probably would feel good to share. He looked in Kris' eyes, forgetting himself as he got lost in the green pools. "Not that I wanna be nosy, but I guess I'm just curious about the details," Kris said, thinking Robbie's distraction meant no. "What?" Robbie asked, tearing himself away from Kris' penetrating eyes. Then he talked. "I don't know what happened. Jonas and I were so happy one day and in the next he just wasn't himself. I knew something was wrong, but he just wouldn't talk about it. He even shrank away when I tried to hug him. He hugged me back right after, but it seemed more for my benefit than his. A week or two passed and he was back to his affectionate self, but when I tried to go beyond that..." He still felt the pain of rejection the first time Jonas wanted nothing to do with his advances. It had been two weeks without sex, but, of course, he didn't push when Jonas wasn't interested. When three weeks had passed, Jonas would not go beyond hugging and the occasional cuddle. "These last two weeks things just got worse. Whenever I try to talk about it he keeps quiet. The affectionate times passed, too. He even started avoiding me altogether. There's always an excuse. Right now we haven't talked in three days. I think I'm loosing him." Big tears ran down Robbie's cheeks as he wrapped up his tale. "I know something is terribly wrong and it's killing me not knowing, I miss him sooo much." Kristian reached out to him and Robbie came into his arms. He cried on his shoulder while Kris' hand ran up and down his back. "I'm sure things will be okay, Rob. He can't hold it in forever, right?" Robbie really wanted to believe that. The tears dried and he pulled his head back. The boys were now face to face and Kris cradled Robbie's cheeks. Slowly their lips met. Robbie shivered; it felt so good to have lips back against his own. Kris' hair cascaded through his fingers as they slid into it. Both boys fell down on their side and Robbie rolled them so he ended up on top with his chest pressing down against Kris'. He held Kris around the neck tight as their tongues clashed for the first time. Robbie groaned, weeks of frustration behind every press of lips and tongue. His eyes were kind of a blur, but Robbie could see parts of red hair that... Suddenly he pulled back realizing he was making out with a blonde, but picturing Jonas' red hair. What the hell was he doing? It was unfair to tempt such a kind boy like Kris and he was cheating. Problems or not, Jonas was still his boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Kris. We can't do this." "No, no, no. I'm sorry. I was only trying to comfort you; honest." "Don't apologize, Kris. It's my fault." "Don't beat yourself up over it; it's just you feeling lonely is all." Both teens got up, brushing the grass from their clothes. They walked though the woods to get to town and didn't mention what had happened, then they went their separate ways. Feeling guilty Robbie swung by Jonas' new place, hoping to get to talk to him. They lived in a two story apartment building with apartments in length rather than height. He knocked on the door and Jonas' mom, opened up, greeting him warmly. Robbie asked politely if he could talk to her son. "I'm sorry, Robbie. It's great to see you, but Jonas isn't available right now." Robbie knew he was home. She knew he knew, but she had to respect her son's wishes. Robbie gave her a hug and sadly trotted off. He looked back at the apartment building and looked up at the second floor. Jonas was looking through the curtains and their eyes met. "Please," Robbie mouthed, but Jonas only dropped the curtain and vanished. For the next week, as July came to a close, he kept stopping by and, eventually, he got to see him the last day. He was outside throwing away the trash and tried to walk away when Robbie approached him. "Jonas!" Robbie said, a little harsher then he intended. Jonas turned around. He looked terrible, obviously not having slept for days. He smiled a sad smile before starting to turn away again. Robbie put a hand on his shoulder and Jonas stiffened. "Jonas, this is silly. You can't avoid me forever. No matter what the problem is all I want to do is help." "I haven't avoided you; just been a little sick is all." Robbie took hold of Jonas cheek and pulled him into a hug. "I miss you. I can't stand us being apart like this. Please, talk to me." Jonas tore free of the embrace and took a step back. "Just go, Robbie. I just wanna be left alone." Robbie refused to move. "I won't go; I won't leave you alone. Let's just talk. You don't even have to tell me what is wrong as long as we're together." "I'll call you tonight, Robbie, then we can talk. Okay?" "All right then. You will call?" he said, not quite believing him, but what other choice did he have. It was a start. Jonas nodded. He reached out as to caress Robbie's cheek, then changed his mind. Robbie could only wave goodbye and hope he would call. ****************************************************************************** Robbie looked at the clock. 11. No Jonas. Not at midnight either. Nor the next day. Dejected Robbie went out at 9 pm that day and walked aimlessly around town. He was losing the boy he loved and there was nothing he could do about it. He found himself about to enter a cul-de-sac. It was oval shaped with five houses surrounding it. He suddenly remembered that Kristian lived on a cul-de-sac, though he didn't know where. Thinking maybe his subconscious led him here he looked from lawn to lawn, driveway to driveway, checking if Kris' bike was there. Nothing. Then a bicycle bell rang behind him, making him jump he was so startled. "Sorry about that," Kris said. He rode fast ahead of Robbie and came to a halt outside a brown house with a yellow door. A six foot fence surrounded the property, the gate open. "You wanna come inside?" Kris asked, his tan calves looking so delightful in the glow of the setting sun. Robbie nodded and followed him inside. Kris threw himself down on a white couch and indicated for Robbie to take the chair. Robbie sat down and looked over at Kris. Once again drawn to those oh so green eyes of his. Kris asked if he wanted something to drink. When he came back with two cans of Fanta, orange taste, he flashed Robbie a white toothy grin as he handed one to him. "This is gonna feel so good." he said, putting his gum in an ashtray and putting his own can to his mouth. He gulped down at least half of it. He did it so fast he had to wipe both his mouth and chin when he was done. Robbie just sipped at his own while glancing over at Kris. He was lonely, horny and here he had this teen god in front of him, with the piercing green eyes, dark, straight eyebrows, long lashes, high cheekbones and full, pouty lips. "Been out in the sun long, I take it," Robbie said, just to say something. "Yeah, my shirt is still sticking to my back with the sun going down." Robbie told him he lived in a nice house. The living room was large with light colors all over. There was a staircase headed up to the second floor five feet from where they sat. "Wanna check out my room?" Kris asked. "It's so fucking girly down here." Robbie laughed for the first time in weeks and let Kris lead the way. He got a special treat walking behind him upstairs. Kris pulled his t-shirt off on the way and his red nylon shorts clung to his small, round ass cheeks, slipping up the crack a little with each step. Too bad there were only ten stairs. His room was the third and last one at the end of a hallway. They entered a very messy room, clothes all over the floor. Still it was clean and smelled faintly of lemon. "Sorry about the look of the place. Mom just washed today and it already looks like this." Kris went to the top drawer and pulled out a fresh t-shirt. "You don't have to on my account," Robbie said. The last thing he wanted was Kris' gorgeous upper body dressed again. Robbie wanted to take the stiff nipples in his mouth, caress the not quite muscular, but definitely defined chest and his soft stomach. He looked over the hint of a six-pack, the V leading down into his shorts. "Good, I didn't really want one on anyway," Kris said, sitting down. His shorts slipped up a little, giving Robbie a good look at much of Kris' incredibly smooth thigh. He wanted to see the rest so bad. Kris enquired about Jonas, which brought the sadness back into Robbie's chocolate colored eyes. It occurred to him he hadn't thought of Jonas since he arrived at the cul-de-sac. Rather than say anything he looked around the room and the posters on the wall. Shakira mostly, with even a Paris Hilton one thrown in. "They make a good cover don't you think?" Kris asked. "Mom always says I could easily find some like that. As if. Not that I want to. I'd put up a Sprouse poster if I could." "Well, she's right, you sure are gorgeous enough...," Robbie stopped, realizing what he'd said. Kristian looked down, embarrassed. Robbie thought it was so cute, the way he bit his lower lip when he did it. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "It's okay. I'm used to it. 'Such a pretty child for a boy.' Heard it all my life," Kris said. Kris handed him an album for further explanation and Robbie looked through it. It was kind of a scrap book with many pictures of Kris, taken against various backgrounds. He looked undeniably good. Kris said it was his portfolio. "You're a model?" Robbie asked, surprised, though he guessed he really shouldn't have been. "Used to be. When I lived in California. But when we moved here after I turned 12 it was the end of that. Just as good, I guess. Fun as it could be, I got pretty sick of the camera. I miss the acting gigs though." There was a disk inside the portfolio and Robbie asked if he could see it. Shrugging his shoulders, Kris got up and popped the disk in his laptop. There were about 11 commercials in there, showing Kris between the age of 3 and 7. He was right, he was a beautiful child. When the disk was put back Robbie saw a promotional picture under the name Simply Ravishing. Robbie looked from Kris to the picture and back again. "Shit, you're little Ricky!" Kris smiled at the recognition. "My first big break." "The sitcom about the model, right? Of course! I can't believe I've never noticed before. You played her son; I used to watch it with my mom when I was little. Why aren't you acting anymore?" "Dad got a job here. Besides, I didn't have many more roles; it's been modeling almost exclusively since I was nine. Mom didn't wanna come here, but then she found out my modeling pictures were all over many pedophile websites. She freaked out, imagining men jacking off to my pictures all over the world. He he, I guess many did. Then she was sent a series of pictures of my head on nude kids' bodies. Dad didn't need to convince her to come here very hard after that." Kris was giggling now, obviously finding the whole thing funny. He told Robbie to imagine a fat, hairy 60 year old, struggling to keep it up while jacking to a picture of him. "Probably the only fun the guy ever had at his age." he finished. They were on the bed now, laughing hysterically, not able to stop. They had to hold on to each other to avoid falling on the floor. It was ten minutes later before they wiped the final tears out of their eyes. Robbie put his head on Kris' chest, thanking him for the laugh. "I really needed that today." They stayed there, cuddled up to each other. Robbie found it heavenly, the feel of the naked chest under his cheek. He started kissing it from side to side, landing several on the nipples, making them stiffen again. Kris rubbed Robbie's neck while he was being kissed, then letting his fingers glide into Robbie's t-shirt. "Oh, Robbie, you feel so good, kiss me." He pulled Robbie's shirt up his back and Robbie stopped his kissing long enough for him to take it off. Kris rolled himself on top so their chests were pressed together. When Robbie's tongue pressed for entrance to his mouth Kris happily obliged. Robbie's long black fingers stroked down Kris' back. It was still wet with sweat from the hot day, but he didn't care. Kris was moaning in Robbie's ear now as he nibbled at the earlobes. "Robbie! Oh, it's everything I thought it'd be." Jonas flashed before Robbie's eyes. His mind was trying to tell him not to do this, but his body wouldn't listen. His hands reached Kris' tight butt and the nylon was so thin he could really get a feel of the small buttocks that fit so perfectly in his hands. Then Kris went totally stiff, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, God, Robbie, I'm...I'm...done." Kris sat up and started to apologize for going off like that. "You must think I'm such a loser, cuming without you even touching me there." He tried to explain that he had dreamt of this for so long and he guessed the excitement finally got to him. "If you hadn't interrupted our first kiss I guess it would have happened then, too." "Your a virgin aren't you, Kris? I never would have guessed, stunning as you are, I thought you'd have boys fighting over you. But it's okay that you are," Robbie assured him. Kris nodded. "I've wanted to for so many years. Years of just looking and jerking off; nothing but my imagination to help me. Like I said, such a loser." Robbie said he was no such thing. He'd been like that himself before he met Jonas. Kris hugged him and their lips met again. With Jonas still fresh in his mind Robbie stiffened a little, but then the pressure of the tall teen body in his arms felt sooooooo incredible. To be close to someone again. He rolled Kris under him. "You are so gorgeous, blondie, you really are," Robbie said, giving him a kiss on his lower lip. "Thanks. So...are you." They looked into each other's eyes and fell into each others arms again. Robbie's lips were everywhere and Kris responded with loud groans and quiet sighs. Robbie kissed lower and lower until he was at the beginning of Kris' shorts. He looked down some and could see the outline of the hard cock below. He kissed it and Kris literally jumped. "Suck me off! Please Robbie." Robbie pulled the shorts down. The white undies underneath were soaked through. Robbie pulled those down too and Kris' dick slapped him under the chin. There was still cum all over it and Robbie hungrily licked it up. He loved the slightly bitter taste as it slid over his tongue. The wet cock glided down his throat, drawing an animalistic growl of pleasure from Kris' throat. He thrust up, again and again, as Robbie bobbed on his groin. "Holy crap, Rob, I can't imagine anyone doing that better." Kris lifted his hips, helping Robbie pull his shorts and undies off. Then apart from his white cotton socks, he was nude. Robbie drew a deep breath at the sight of the boy naked under him. "Kristian, you have the most incredible body I've ever seen." He pushed his face into the blonde bush around the hard cock. His hands groped Kris' thigh, feeling the muscles in them tightening as Kris thrashed around. Robbie went down the incredible legs with his lips and tongue, then slipped the socks off. He sucked the toes into his mouth and also licked between them. He enjoyed the feet for a few minutes while wiggling out of his pants. Nude too, he sat up between Kris' open legs. Kris looked at Robbie's cock, gasping at what he saw. "I hope to make it to eight inches," Robbie said, reading Kris' next thought. "You can't be far off," Kris said, excited. Robbie pulled Kris' foreskin back and forth over the head while he kissed him on the lips. Soon Kris erupted all over his own chest, squirting as much as a teenager possibly could; it never seemed to end. Then Robbie got on his back, telling Kris he could do anything he wanted. Kris turned his body so his head ended up towards Robbie's crotch. For the first time Kris' lips ended up on another boy's cock. He smiled delighted when Robbie's cock jumped. Gaining more confidence, he pulled his tongue down the length of it. "Tastes and feels a million times better than I could have hoped for," he sighed. He tasted the balls as carefully as he had the cock, drawing his tongue all over the sack. Robbie cried out as Kris sucked one of his stones into his mouth. When Kris straddled him, Robbie avoided the testicles and lifted his head up and flicked the tongue against Kris' tight asshole. This made Kris more bold and pushed Robbie's thighs apart. Robbie opened them as wide as he could and when Kris smelled the aroma from the opened crack and Robbie's butthole, he sniffed it in deeply. "I could smell this all day," he said of the musky, but not at all unpleasant, smell of sweat and a hint of soap from the shower Robbie took every day. "Lick my ass, Kris, you'll love it. I sure will," Curious and eager to please, Kris did just that. He pushed his tongue against the opening hoping to get it to yield. He got it good and wet and used a finger to probe the hole. After a while the puckered hole opened up enough to shove in the tip of his tongue. Again he rubbed the opening with his finger, pushing against it. The tip slid in. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he said when Robbie stiffened. But it was only from the pleasure, Robbie told him and Kris continued. He worked and pushed until he could shove his entire tongue up Robbie's tight chute. They ate away at each other for what seemed like an hour but was actually 15 minutes. "Lick my ass. Lick my fucking ass. Oh, fuuuuuuck," Kris cried out every chance he got. Only when their tongues were too numb to continue did they stop. Kris went on his back and Robbie sat up. He took hold of Kris under the knees and pushed them towards Kris' chest. He was so horny, so incredibly horny, he wasn't even thinking. He needed the pressure of an asshole around the length of his cock. Kris got extremely nervous when he realized what was up. "Oh, God, Robbie, I don't know." Robbie grabbed his steely shaft in a tight grip and pressed the tip against Kris' sphincter. It was not so tight anymore due to the tongue work he had been using so the head popped in easily enough, but that was it. "Don't, Robbie. I'm not ready for that." "Just trust me," Robbie choked out and pushed. He gained an inch and Kris groaned in pain. Robbie thrust away, entering more and more. Kris tossed his head from side to side, tears falling. It hurt like hell, but Robbie was relentless. "You'll thank me later," he said, kissing Kris on the lips. Kris grabbed onto Robbie's body for dear life as he started pistoning in and out. "God, it hurts! Oh, please, it hurts so awful!" Robbie was now all the way in and, to Kris, it felt way bigger than nearly 8 inches. Robbie soon gained both speed and power, hammering Kris so he nearly passed out. Kris sucked up the intense pain and caved in. Helplessly he stayed on his back as his virginity vanished for good. Robbie's fleshy, round globes clenched and unclenched and Kris put his hands on them. The feel of the bubbled cheeks almost made up for the fire in his own ass. "You have to slow down, Rob, you...have....to. The pain...." But Robbie was cuming and he couldn't even hear him. He buried all of himself inside in a last violent thrust, sending big jets into Kris' bowels. He stayed, letting Kris feel the weight of him until his shriveling member fell out. Kris was panting with exertion from the fuck he had just received and Robbie fell on his back next to him. "That was incredible, Kris. That's the tightest ass I've ever felt. Had it been my throat you'd have strangled me." "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week," Kris said, trying to breathe. "Sorry, I guess I went too far. I haven't been that horny in years, if ever." Kris told him not to think of it. The fucking itself had been painful, but he truly enjoyed the dull ache it had left behind. Robbie suddenly thought of Kris' family. He'd totally forgotten. But Kris reassured him his parents were working the late shift and wouldn't be back until two. His sister was at a friend's house for a week. They stayed there, side by side, as Kris told more of his acting and modeling days. Robbie loved the sound of Kris' voice. It had recently broken and it was kind of a mix of deep and squeaky. When Kris eventually nodded off, snoring softly, Robbie looked over at him and his thoughts returned to Jonas. What had he done? He'd cheated. Guilty, he sat up and looked down on Kris' sleeping form. He brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and kissed the spot it had covered. Not only had he cheated, but he had used this wonderful, kind, sweet boy to do it. He stood and put his clothes back on. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm gonna have to stay away from you for a while. I really care for you, but I have to work things out with Jonas, or break up, but until then...." He turned and closed the door, never noticing the one tear that slid down Kris' cheek. ****************************************************************************** The next day Robbie showed up on Jonas' doorstep, hammering on the door. "I know you are there, Jonas. Open up." He knocked and knocked, refusing to give up. Jonas was angry when he eventually opened the door. "Can't you take a hint? I don't want you here, so just go." Robbie stomped inside the apartment. "Bullshit! You're not gonna drive me away, so don't try. I want some damn answers. If not, I want you to look me in the eye and have the guts to dump me, even without an explanation, though I thought I meant more to you than that" Jonas looked up, into Robbie's eyes. "You and I are over. Sorry." "Do you love me, Jonas? Can you look me in the eye and say no to that?" Jonas looked him in the eye again. "I don't love you." "You're lying," Robbie said, still hurt at the words. But he went to the door. "If I leave here right now, I won't be coming back." When he got no answer, he sadly closed the door behind him. He held in the tears on the way home but the moment he was inside, he broke down. He sobbed like he never had before. He didn't know such pain was possible. He felt completely empty inside. He loved Jonas so much and couldn't imagine life without him in it. He cried and cried till his voice was hoarse and there were no tears left to fall. The doorbell rang but he didn't wanna see anyone. Whoever it was kept ringing the doorbell and Robbie reluctantly went downstairs. The bell stopped before he could get to the door, but he took the last few steps anyway. He opened up and saw a redheaded boy going away. "Wait!" Robbie cried out. Jonas turned around and rushed into his arms, right there in the doorway. He held him so tightly it hurt. "I didn't mean what I said, Robbie. I do love you. More than anything. Please don't hate me." Robbie noticed two teens walking by the house, looking at them funny, but he didn't give a shit. He just hugged him tightly. "God, Jonas. I could never hate you." He pulled him inside so they could have more privacy. Jonas refused to let go of him the whole time saying 'it, it, it,' repeatedly. Finally he managed to continue: "It's his hands, Robbie...and his breath...I can't wash them off me...I still feel so...dirty." Jonas could hardly squeeze out the last word. Robbie was afraid to hear what came next, but asked anyway. "What are you talking about, Jonas? Who's hands?" "J-J-Ja-James," he stuttered quietly. Robbie rubbed his boyfriend's back as the implications behind the word dawned on him. "Oh, Jonas. Oh, baby. I'm so sorry." He pushed Jonas back and looked into his eyes. "He raped you?" he asked gently. Jonas nodded as the tears burst from his eyes. Robbie enveloped him in his arms once again and Jonas refused to let go as he cried. Finally he cried, finally he let out all the pent up anger and frustration he'd held in for so long. Robbie managed to get them over to the couch and kept his right arm around Jonas as his friend and lover buried his face into his chest. Robbie kissed the top of his head over and over as Jonas sobbed. They didn't say anything for nearly half an hour. Thirty minutes, in which Jonas could not stop crying, soaking Robbie's shirt in tears. When he stopped it was only out of exhaustion. By that point his head was in Robbie's lap while Robbie ran his fingers through Jonas' red hair. "I was truly starting to believe James was sincere about his wanting to be forgiven, that he had changed," Jonas started. "He showed up on my doorstep that day you and I did that flying thing. I was so happy when I opened the door. Glad to see him, too; until I saw the look on his face. I'd seen that look before. I tried to close the door in his face, but he just pushed his way in. It hurt so much Robbie; nothing like with you. It's such a beautiful thing between us, but with him...I just stood in the shower after he was gone until the water got so cold I had to turn it off. He tricked us both. Probably only so I would trust him." "He tried to convince me to end things with you," Robbie told him. Jonas just nodded his head, not surprised. He sat up to give Robbie a kiss. He saw the compassion on his face, but also the cold fury in his eyes. Robbie got up and walked to the door after he got his kiss. So tender a kiss, the thought that someone had hurt the boy who gave him those sweet kisses.... "Don't go anywhere, Jonas, I won't be long," he said. "Robbie don't do this, he's not worth it," Jonas cried, but Robbie walked out. Jonas jumped to his feet and went to the door where he saw Robbie walking as fast as he could. "DONT, ROBBIE. PLEASE!!!" he yelled, desperately, and ran after him.