Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2010 10:47:36 +0200
From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com
Subject: Jonas Loves Robbie. Part 14.

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CHAPTER 14


Jonas slowly opened his eyes, only to find his father standing down at the
bottom of his hospital bed. The man's skin was white as a sheet and blood
was oozing from a big hole in his stomach. In his hand was a belt, but with
razor blades where the buckle was supposed to be. Jonas recoiled from the
horrific sight.

"You killed me. Why did you kill me?" he asked in a voice that echoed
through the room.

"I didn't mean to, Daddy. I'm so sorry."

The man raised the belt.

"You're bad. Murderer. You must be punished." The last word came out as a
long wail. Jonas covered his ears as his father approached the side of the
bed.

"Murdere-e-e-e-e-e-e-r!!!"

The sharp razor buckle came down and Jonas' eyes snapped open, sweat
drenching his brow. Before him he saw a mass of scar tissue.

"Were you having a nightmare?"

A boy was standing next to Jonas' bed. He guessed him to be around ten
years old.

"Yes, I was," Jonas got out, trying not to stare. But it was hard not to.


The boy had obviously been in a fire, with burns covering at least half his
face. He had no hair as he was burned all over the top of his head. His
left eye was ruined, but the other one was normal; a deep, beautiful shade
of dark blue. The fire had not gotten close enough to ruin his perfect,
straight eyebrow and long lashes. His nose was intact. He had a cute little
button nose with a spattering of freckles. His mouth was pretty much
intact, but the fire had reached it slightly on the left side. Half his jaw
was burned as well. He had only one ear. Jonas could see that he had been a
very beautiful child and still was if you managed to ignore the massive
scaring.

"Want some company?" the boy asked cheerfully.

"Uhm...sure."

The kid hopped onto the bed and lay down on his side, leaning on his elbow,
staring Jonas in the eyes.

"What ya in for?"

What the hell was he gonna say to explain it to a little kid?

"Somebody beat me."

"Why?"

"None of your business."

"Why?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer."

"Okay. What are you in for, scarface?" Jonas said nastily.

The boy recoiled from the harsh question, his lip starting to quiver.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, kid. I didn't mean that." Jonas felt horrible. What
the fuck was the matter with him? He ran his hand through his sweaty red
hair in shame and frustration.


The kid vanished from the bed, giving Jonas the finger before exiting the
room. He staggered out of bed to follow the kid. He found him out in the
hall, sitting, leaned up against the wall. Jonas held out his hand.

"I'm so sorry, kid. Please forgive me. Friends? Please?"

The boy wiped the tears on his cheek and took Jonas' offered hand. A minute
later they were back in the bed in the same position.

"I'm Jonas. What's your name?"

"Kimmi. Short for Kim something."

Jonas smiled. "Let me guess, you don't like your middle name."

"Hate it. And I won't tell you, so don't ask."

"I won't. I think Kimmi is real nice."

"So, who beat you," the kid asked again.

Jonas told him. Why not, it actually felt good to get it out.

"My Daddy hurt me too. Burned me."

Jaw falling down, Jonas stared at the child. It was the last thing he
expected to hear. Still, he was dying to hear the story.

"Since you told me, I'll tell you," Kimmi said.

Evidently the boy's father had splashed gasoline on his son when he was
five. No one knew why. His wife had come and tore the can from his
hands. He had picked it up and hit his wife so hard with it he had broken
her neck. Kimmi had run, but not before his father threw a match into his
hair. Luckily it had been summer and Kimmi had run out of the house and
jumped into an inflatable pool his mom had bought for him the day before.

"At the same time Dad set fire to himself and Mom. The house burned down,"
Kimmi finished.

Jonas reached out and put his hand on Kimmi's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Kimmi scooted closer and hugged Jonas around the neck.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you too. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Sure," Jonas said. "If you really want to."

Kimmi turned around and put his head on the pillow in front of Jonas' face.

"So why are you here, Kimmi? I didn't know the hospital had a burn unit."

"They don't. I'm here for my appendix."

Soon the boy fell asleep. Jonas looked at the back of his burned head,
letting his finger stroke the boy's unblemished neck right below the
scars. For the first time that day he didn't feel so guilty. What was his
nightmare compared to this kid's? He thought of Robbie, the things he had
said to him, and to Kris and Colby. Who was he to ruin the joy they had
found in each other? But mostly he thought about Robbie. Why the hell was
he pushing away the one person who could get him through the coming weeks?
He vowed that the next day things would be different between the two of
them. He gave Kimmi a small kiss on the back of his scarred head, scooted
closer to the boy's warm body and fell asleep.

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Kristian woke early the next day. He picked up his cell phone, lying on the
floor next to the book he read the night before. It was 8:37.

"Too early," he mumbled and closed his eyes.

Twenty minutes later he gave up trying to go back to sleep. He picked his
cell phone back up and turned on the picture storage. He looked at the
couple of snapshots he had taken of Colby the night before. Sigh!!!! He
looked so beautiful, a big smile plastered across his face. This would be
their last chance to get some privacy before Colby flew home the next
morning. He looked up another picture. Colby was stretching and Kris got a
tantalizing glimpse of his waist on camera. Kris could hardly wait to bury
his face in that soft stomach someday.


He grew immensely hard at the thought. He caressed his own bare stomach,
trying to imagine how Colby's might feel. He stared at Colby's smile, full
of white teeth, and foggy eyes, reaching for his penis. His teen flesh was
like steel in his hand and he brought himself to climax quickly and came
hard. The first load landed right on his lips. He bet Colby tasted
delicious as he licked himself around the mouth. He moaned the other boy's
name in a whisper as he kept shooting.


After cleaning himself up, he sat on the edge of the bed. Getting up, he
padded his bare feet over to the dresser. He knew Colby couldn't see but he
wanted to look his best anyway. He looked out the window, giving another
early rising teen, a girl, quite the show as the sun shone down on his
smooth skin. The girl whistled at him and he sent one of his more dazzling
smiles in her direction. She blushed furiously and walked away, but
couldn't resist a glance back.

The sky was pure blue, not a cloud in sight. He went back to his dresser
and grabbed a pair of blood red shorts he knew stuck to his hips and butt
tightly. He decided on a red theme and picked a sleeveless shirt. He looked
at himself in the mirror. His tan shoulders and arms were brought out
nicely by the shirt. He looked down to see most of his thighs showing under
the shorts. Not bad, he thought, satisfied and went downstairs. He whipped
out a couple of eggs and two slices of bacon which he fried quickly and ate
even quicker. He had decided to go right over to the twins' place and hoped
Colby wouldn't have gone off to the hospital by the time he got there. He
slipped barefeet into his white sneakers with the red laces and walked into
the hot morning air.

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Robbie was quite meticulous with his clothes too, that morning, making sure
to put on clothes he knew Jonas loved on him. He went for all white,
freshly washed and a beautiful contrast on his black skin. He decided to
walk to the hospital, wanting to be there precisely when visiting hours
started. No way was he gonna let things progress like the day before. He
was not losing Jonas for anything and was determined to make his boyfriend
see things the same way, no matter how hard he tried to push him away. The
hot sun met him like a thick wall when he got outside. Halfway to his
destination he took his shirt off it was so hot. He came up behind a teen
girl and sauntered past her.

"Fuck. Another one," he heard her say. He looked back and saw her quickly
look at the ground.

"Good morning, Jilly," he said, recognising her from school.

She caught up with him. "Hot day, huh?"

"It sure is."

They walked together, chitchatting and he caught her looking over his torso
on one occasion.


Jilly was very flustered. First there was the blond hottie in the window
and now this gorgeous black vision. She'd seen him and his redhead friend
(and what a hunk he was) at school but had never been this close. Damn, the
boy smelled good. She felt her nipples go painfully stiff. How she wanted
to just let her hand slip across the bubbly cheeks she'd walked behind just
a few minutes before.

"See you around," Robbie said when they were going off in different
directions.

She sighed loudly as his sleek ebony back walked away from her. Great; now
she was freaking horny.

Just great!!!

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Twenty minutes until visiting hours. Jonas couldn't wait for Robbie to
arrive so he could apologise for the day before. He looked at the sheet
where you could still see that Kimmi had slept the night before. Then his
thoughts went to his father and his smile vanished. It was like a dark
cloud entered his mind. He knew he didn't deserve Robbie, but Robbie
deserved his attempt to makes things right between them.

'Don't be stupid. Of course you deserve Robbie,' he told himself. He pushed
the bad thoughts away, felt a little better, then the door opened. His
uncle came into the room.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Just talk," the man said, taken aback by the hostile attitude. "I
understand James told you? About you and me."


"So what. I have one Dad, I don't need you."

"Now watch your tone, young man!"

"Why the hell should I? I know all about you. James talked of nothing but
you before he died. Please just get out."

"Now listen here, boy. Even though you still see me as an uncle, I know
it'll take time for that to change, I'm still your..."

"Don't say it! You're just the guy who ejaculated inside Mom 14 years
ago. That doesn't make you my father."

His uncle started to get angry. "Now listen to me you little..."

The door opened up. Jonas looked over and saw Robbie, who looked at them
confused, before he felt the tension in the room. He stepped fully inside
and looked up at the tall man. The man looked back with pure contempt
towards the black teen. Robbie wasn't intimidated; he'd had all the racism
he was gonna take from that family. All that mattered was his angel on the
bed. Jonas' uncle got closer to Robbie, trying to get him to back off with
his size, but the boy refused to budge an inch.

"I'll come back later," he said stiffly and left the room.

Robbie went over to the bed and asked tentatively, "Am I unwelcome, too?"

Jonas shook his head and held his arms out. Robbie lay down into the
embrace and held onto Jonas tightly. Nothing had ever felt so good.

"I'm sorry; about yesterday. I was unfair, you don't deserve that. I love
you. I'm sorry," Jonas said.

"I'm glad. I love you so much, I thought I'd lost you forever," Robbie
answered back, holding in a sob.

Jonas made Robbie look at him. "Don't cry. I'll just feel bad again. It's
alright now, you and me are forever...right?"

Robbie laughed, yet crying anyway. "Yes!!" he said happily. "Oh, yes."

They kissed. Long and hard, Jonas' arms holding Robbie tight. It hurt, but
he did it anyway.

"Are you guys homos?"

Both boys whipped their head around at the same time, making them bang
together.

"OWW!!!" they yelled, holding their heads.

Kimmi looked at them both and laughed. He didn't manage to stop, just stood
there holding his stomach. The other two had to giggle as well.

"Who are you?" Robbie asked Kimmi when they calmed down. Jonas introduced
the boy and they told Robbie about the night before. Robbie rubbed the
boy's shoulder. "Very nice to meet you, Kimmi." He looked right past the
boy's scars and only saw the little boy that had brought the Jonas he knew
and loved back to him.

"So, are you guys homos or what?"

"We kissed didn't we?" Jonas said.

A very curious Kimmi wondered if they could do it again. Jonas shrugged his
shoulders and pulled Robbie back for more kissing.

"That's pretty cool," Kimmi said, delighted.

"I see things are back to normal," yet another voice said from the door;
Jonas' mom.

Her son sat up straighter, wincing, and she gave him a hug.

"Hi, Mom. Did you come alone?"

That she had not. The twins and their Dad were out in the hall, as was
Kris. Jonas asked if they could send Kris and Colby inside.

"Could we be alone?" he asked when they came in. Everybody else filed out,
only Robbie refused to leave his side.

"What are you two doing here," he asked them as he slipped his hand into
Robbie's. "You only have the day together. Use it, don't worry about
me. Please, go, have fun."

Kris let go of Colby's waist, which he had grabbed the moment they were
alone, and went over to the bed.

"You sure? We'd like to be here for you."

But Jonas insisted. The boys didn't need much persuasion. Kris hugged Jonas
and took Colby with him and left.

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"Dad, Kris and I are leaving. Is that okay?" Colby asked.

"Are you sure you don't wanna stay for Jonas?"

"He's the one that told us to go."

"Okay then. I don't know for sure when I'll be home."

"That's okay. Just don't be too long. This is our last day together for a
while."

The man ruffled his son's hair and promised not to be gone all day. Colby
and Kris were walking towards the elevators when Data came up behind them.

"Not leaving without me are you?"

Kris' hopes of being alone with Colby were dashed but he told Data he was
welcome to go with them anyway. It was Data's place after all. "Are you
sure you can get there without falling off the curb three times," Kris
asked, making Colby laugh.


"He got you there, bro," laughed Colby.


Data didn't feel particularly amused.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. They stepped in the elevator.

"So, are gonna nail my brother? Can I watch?" Data asked.


Colby shot a dirty look in his direction. It was times like that when he
wished he'd carried his cane.

"Don't be an asshole. No one is nailing anyone, especially with you
around."

"Spoilsport. I thought guys like you couldn't wait to start the fucking."

"If you don't shut up we'll leave you behind, bro," answered Colby.

"You know me, hehe."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

When they exited the hospital Kris took Colby's hand in his own. They had
the perfect excuse if someone objected.

"Colby and Kris, sitting in a tree..."

"SHUT UP!" the other two said in unison.

"...K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Kris grabbed Data's boxers that stuck out of his low-riding jeans,
threatening a wedgie. Data tried to wriggle free but Kris was bigger than
the skinny twin and held him fast.

"Okay, okay. Sensitive much?" Data asked, adjusting his tightened boxers.


Kris smiled, unable to be genuinely mad. The kid was so fucking hot he'd
probably forgive him for anything. The sun was high in the sky and the boys
enjoyed the warmth as they headed further on their long walk. They walked
past a park and decided to take a break while watching the kids play. As
they sat there Kris saw the girl who had caught him in the window that
morning. She was in the sandbox, helping a little girl build a
sandcastle. She saw them coming over, very curious why Kris was leading a
boy by the hand.

"Jillian, right?" he said, suddenly recognising her.

She looked at the three boys. God, they all looked good. The twins were
even more handsome than Kris, she thought.

"Jilly!" the little girl she was with whined. The girl excused herself.

"Hey, kids, want me to show you something," Kris asked the little girl and
two little boys, maybe five years old that were playing in the sandbox.


Delighted to get attention from a teenager, the boys both offered him their
shovels when he asked for one. Kris dug two big, deep holes while he
chatted away with the kids like he'd known them forever. Colby listened
with a smile on his face. If he hadn't been in love already, he knew he was
by then.

"There you go," Kris said.


He had put the boys in a hole each and covered them with sand up to their
slim little waists.

"Me too, me too," the little girl squealed.

"I'll do it," Data said, taking a shovel from the child and going to work.

Colby felt the teen girl sit down next to him.

"Are you blind?" she asked kindly.


Colby took off his sunglasses and showed her his damaged eyes,
nodding. They started chatting while she watched and they listened to the
teens playing with the kids.


The kids were very saddened when the older ones told them they had to
go. Kris and Colby rejoined hands, with Data walking a little behind
them. Data was real sweaty and took his t-shirt off. Jilly nearly swooned
on her feet. With his low jeans, Data's whole butt was on display, his
tight fitting boxers clinging to every sexy curve. Kris looked like sex on
two legs in his almost all red attire. Colby had shorts down to his
knees. Jilly stared at his smooth tan legs, then at Kris again, though more
at Data, wanting to drink in the sight of the boys while she had the
chance. She ran back to her little sister saying they had to go and could
come back later. She needed privacy and she needed it now.

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"She wants me, she wants me bad," Data said as they were walking away.

"Yeah, right," his brother said. "In your dreams."

"Besides, she's only like five years old," Kris said.

Data mock-laughed. "Oh, aren't you just hilarious? I should go back and
give her some Data lovin'."

"Good, than Kris and I can be alone."

"No way. I'm not letting him corrupt my brother."

Both boys sighed; there was no getting rid of him. Kris was not gonna let
that stop him though. He wanted to kiss Colby so badly it hurt. He looked
from twin to twin. Damn, Data had a hot ass. Please don't let him put his
shirt back on. Knowing Colby's butt was just like it, had Kris practically
drooling. Colby's hand was getting real clammy in his own due to the heat,
but there was no way he was letting go.

Not long after, they came upon two boys that looked to be around 17 or
so. The two boys stopped, blocking their way, their eyes locked on Kris and
Colby's entwined hands. "Now what do we have here, a couple of sissies?"
one of them asked.

Kris stepped right up into his face.

"My friend is blind, asshole. I'm just helping him."

The older teen towered over Kris. "Then hold his elbow, fag. And who are
you calling asshole?"

"You," Kris said unafraid, then telling the two guys to get going and leave
them alone.

"Or what?"

"Or," Kris said, "I'll hit you with so many right hooks you'll be begging
for a left."

The older boy looked down into the shorter boy's face and chuckled. "That
one was actually pretty good, kid, so I'll let you walk away in one
piece. Just don't push your luck if we meet again."

Data sighed in relief as the older boys kept walking.


"I'm beginning to see why Colby likes you so much," he said, not joking
this time.

They finally arrived at their destination. The boys' father lived in a
basement apartment. There was a door at the back of the house that led
directly downstairs. The boys greeted the owner of the house who happened
to be working out in the garden on her flowers, then ventured downstairs.