Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 20:01:13 +0200 From: budbundy_no@hotmail.com Subject: Jonas loves Robbie. Part 8. Welcome back to Jonas and Robbie's adventures. Hope you enjoy. If you like what you read, feel free to drop a line at budbundy@hotmail.com CHAPTER 8. The rain poured down on the people at the gravesite. Droplets pounding against the lowering coffin. Two teens looked down on it, with very different feelings towards the person inside. One of them felt nothing, the other crying, tears mixing with the rain on his face. EARLIER: Though he had never been there before, Robbie was aware of where James and his brothers lived. As he approached the green picket fence surrounding the front yard, he could hear faint voices from the back of the house. He kicked the gate open and headed around the yellow house. The voices turned out to belong to James and his brothers, as he had hoped. James' brother, Mike, was the first to spot him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Robbie ignored him and walked right up to James. "Son of a bitch! Let's go, you and me, right now!" James' other brother, Adam, took Robbie's upper arm. "Want me to throw him outta here, J?" "Tell your brother to back off and have the balls to face me," Robbie said to him. Adam was a little taken aback by the lack of fear on the black kid. Mike was the first one to ask what the problem was. Robbie turned to him to answer, but James shoved him from behind. Robbie was prepared for such a thing and didn't lose his balance, but simply spun back around. "So, should I tell them what a freak you are or do you wanna do it yourself?" he asked James. Obviously, having figured out what the problem was, James smirked at him. That's when Jonas came around the corner of the house. "Robbie, please don't. Let's just forget it and go," he said, trying to pull Robbie with him. Robbie did come with him, for a few steps, before he went back up to the three brothers again, giving James a push. Instead of coming to his brother's defense, Mike looked from him to Robbie, to Jonas and back again. "Whatever James did to Jonas, just say it and get lost," he said instead. "Raped me," Jonas said quietly, making everyone turn to him. Mike and Adam gaped at him. Jonas couldn't tell if they were surprised or not, as they didn't say a word. What they did do was look at James, searching his face. "You...raped a guy? Your own cousin?" Mike asked. Robbie rolled his eyes, expecting denial, but nothing could have prepared him for what he heard next. James looked at all of them, pure anger on his face. "Cousin?" he said, spitting out the word like it was the dirtiest one ever. "This little shit ain't no cousin of mine." Then he visible relaxed and plowed ahead: "When I was seven I heard Mom and Dad fighting. About Jonas' mom. Seems Dad used to fuck her some years before. About nine months before Jonas here was spewed out of her cheating snatch as a matter of fact." This time four sets of jaws dropped. It was the last thing any of them had expected to hear. Adam was the first one to manage words: "You...you knew he was our bro...brother and you raped him anyway?" "Just because his whore mom fucked Dad doesn't make this fucker my brother. Just another piece of ass. Dad knew I overheard them that day and he's confided in me ever since. All my life, I've had to hear Jonas this, Jonas that. What a great boy he is, what a great son he'd be to raise. Well, I finally paid him back didn't I?" With that he started to walk away. Jonas just stood there with a shocked look on his face. Robbie had an arm around Jonas' shoulders. He wanted to go after James, but knew finally it was the last thing Jonas needed right now. Suddenly James turned back to the four of them. "Oh, and if you guys think of telling anyone what I did, I'll kill you all." "Sure you will. You don't have the guts to kill anything, "Adam said. "Tell that to him," James said, pulling a gold necklace out of his pocket. Adam looked from his brother, to the necklace and the small animal ear that hung from it, and to his brother again. "Jesus," he whispered, "You're insane." "Tell that to my stupid shrink. Idiot believes everything I tell him. Heck, everyone does," he laughed and walked away. Mike walked up next to Jonas, patting him on the back, asking if he was okay. Robbie stood in front of them, looking lovingly into his boyfriend's green eyes. That's when Jonas screamed for Robbie to look out. Robbie spun around, having heard the spring of the switchblade and sidestepped at the same time. Instead, the knife went into Mike, right at the top of the hip. James swore at having missed Robbie, rather than worry about Mike. Everyone hovered over Mike as he sank to the ground, about half the blade sticking out from his hip. "I'm okay, I'm okay," Mike said, but his face was as white as a sheet. That was when Mike's parents came out the backdoor of the house. His mother freaked out, while his father took it all in with surprising calm. Robbie explained what happened, but Jonas shut him up with a hand on his arm, before he could mention the rape. They helped their son into their car and drove off for the hospital. Jonas and Robbie trotted off for home and when Robbie's parents heard what had happened, and who the switchblade was meant for, they drove down to the police station. At first, James' brothers tried to pass it off as an accident, but at further pressure they admitted what happened, fear of the police overriding the fear they had for their father. A search for the teenager was sent out, but several days passed without sign of him. The suspicion was that his parents, his father specifically, had hidden the teen. It was his mother who caved in with the news that her husband had sent him off to a camp to be cured of his being gay. She didn't know where and her husband refused to tell anyone. "That's not going to help James; it's just gonna make things worse," Jonas told Robbie when they found out. "At least he's gone and they can't hide him forever. Out of our lives for good and good riddance," Robbie said. Jonas smiled, giving his boyfriend a tight hug. Robbie ran his hand down Jonas' back, pulling him in closer. God, how good it felt to hold Jonas all the time again. Jonas felt the same way; he couldn't believe he had almost pushed him away. He pulled his head back so their lips could meet. An image of James flashed before his eyes, but he pushed it aside. He had to get over that day and move on. He knew how much Robbie wanted everything back to the way it was, including sex. Robbie hadn't been pushy about it and was quite understanding, telling Jonas to take his time. They'd only been kissing and hugging since they got back together, but Jonas was determined to go further. Telling Robbie what had happened to him, getting it out, had done wonders; he hadn't even wanted to be touched before that. "I love you," he whispered against Robbie's lips, before kissing him harder. He felt Robbie's cock swell up through his thin nylon shorts, pressing against his own hardening erection. Robbie took solid hold of Jonas' butt cheeks, pushing his hands down into his underwear. Jonas took Robbie by the hand after a few minutes of making out and they kept giving each other kisses as they walked to Jonas' room. Jonas pushed Robbie down on his back and climbed onto him, resuming their passionate kisses. Both sets of lips parting, their tongues clashed, while Robbie's dark hands grabbed at the bottom of Jonas' shirt, pulling it up. As it flew down to the floor, Jonas started easing backwards. He pushed Robbie's shirt up his chest and sought out his nipples with his mouth. He knew how Robbie loved it when he ran his tongue in circles round the nipples, so that's just what he did. Jonas moved a little sideways and put his hand onto Robbie's crotch, around his hard cock, stroking it through the material of his shorts. "That's right, baby, I love those hands soooo much," Robbie groaned. Robbie sat up so he could pull his shirt up over his head before falling back down onto the pillow. Sucking the nipples into his mouth one by one, Jonas climbed back onto his lover, running his pale hands all over the dark chest. He sank lower down and licked Robbie through his shorts. Robbie's breath increased and he begged Jonas to pull his shorts down. Jonas did and Robbie's teen cock sprang out in front of his face. He licked it again, slowly up the shaft before showering the tip of the head with a dozen butterfly kisses. Robbie took hold of Jonas' head and thrust gently up. When the cock gained inches on him Jonas got a memory flash, being on his back in a couch, James straddling his face and forcing his fat cock down his throat. "Suck it, bitch. You've wanted to for years, I know it." The echo of James words went through Jonas' head. Jonas pulled back, suddenly wanting his mouth empty. He bravely smiled up at Robbie and rolled onto his back next to him. "Suck me, Robbie, please?" Robbie correctly guessed that Jonas hadn't liked his cock entering his mouth and decided to honor it. So he sat down between Jonas' legs and leaned over him. He kissed his lips while his hand reached down into Jonas' underwear. He jacked the shaft slowly while kissing down, down, down Jonas' body. The warm throat, his shoulders, his stiff nipples, pressing his tongue into his navel. When Jonas stretched his arms over his head, Robbie went back up and pressed his face into Jonas' armpit. God, how he loved licking him there. Jonas giggled from the attack on that sensitive area, but wouldn't dream of stopping him. He slowly humped Robbie's chest until he couldn't take it anymore. "Blowjob, Robbie, now, pleeeeaaase!" Quickly Robbie yanked Jonas' shorts and underwear down and his uncut dick was before him in all its glory. He greedily swallowed up the whole thing, deepthroating him and keeping it there, squeezing it with his mouth. He kept a tight grip on him as he slid it out of his mouth and then the head popped out of his mouth with a loud suction noise. His lips coated in precum, Robbie moved them down to Jonas' balls where one of the stones slid into his mouth. He jacked off Jonas steely shaft as he sucked away at his ball sack, going from one stone to the next. His hand pumped a mile a minute as Jonas cried out real loud. "Yes! Oh, God, yes! More, more, more!" Robbie pushed his balls up and started licking Jonas in the sensitive area between his balls and anus. Jonas thrashed around on his bed. He put his feet onto the sheets and that presented his asshole to Robbie and he let the tip of his tongue lick the tight sphincter. Then ran his tongue across the opening again and again, pressing against it. Robbie happily drew in the scent of Jonas' crotch as he licked his ass. His hand never let go of Jonas' cock and the combination of it all pushed Jonas to the inevitable outcome. Robbie felt the tightening in Jonas' balls and gobbled up his prick, just in time for five jets of teen spunk to explode across his taste buds. He gulped it down, eagerly welcoming the taste of it back in his mouth. "I want you. Can I take you?" Robbie asked Jonas as he leaned over his body. Jonas nodded, wanting Robbie back inside him. Robbie had maneuvered his shorts off while sucking and licking his boyfriend's groin. His cock was at full mast, ready for action. He took hold of himself, getting the cockhead lined up with Jonas' tight boycunt. He pressed in slowly. Jonas felt the head enter him and it did feel good, but then all the memories of James came flooding back. Oblivious, Robbie pushed on while Jonas panicked more and more. "Take my cock. I knew you'd be tight. I'm making sure you'll never forget me." James words as he had pushed brutally into him filled him with disgust. "No, please don't; take it out," Jonas was saying to Robbie. "I can't! Stop, stop!" He pushed at Robbie's shoulders to get him away. Robbie pulled out quickly, well aware of his lover's distress by then. He apologized profusely, his hands stroking Jonas' cheek and through his hair. Jonas shook his head and gave Robbie a kiss. "No, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not ready yet. I couldn't get that bastard out of my head after you entered me. Can we try again some other time?" "Of course it would be okay," Robbie assured him, telling him to take all the time he needed. Still, Jonas was hornier than he'd been in ages and shoved Robbie over on his back. Kissing him, he sucked Robbie's lower lip between his own, while he guided his hand between Robbie's legs. His kisses increased as his hand closed around Robbie's rock hard cock, pulling the foreskin back. He let his tongue trail down Robbie's skin, towards his cock, determined to blow him this time. He circled the head for a long time, lathering his dick with spit and precum. He stared at his lover's cock. God, Robbie had a gorgeous penis. He kissed the shaft up and down, sending a shiver through it every time his tongue hit the sensitive head. This time there was no desire to rid himself of the dick in his mouth. He angrily pushed a memory away and let the erection glide down his throat. His nose met Robbie's pubic hairs and he drew in the scent of him, running his hand up his tummy and chest. He started bopping up and down, enjoying the taste of the precum that coated his tongue more and more. Robbie curled his toes from the pleasure his boyfriend was giving him, the sounds of Jonas' slurping music to his ears. He stroked Jonas' cheeks, feeling his shaft on the inside. Memories of that awful day kept trying to enter Jonas' mind but he pushed them away; telling himself to just suck. Robbie gripped the bed sheets in a death grip as he felt the buildup in his testicles. "I'm gonna cum, let me see it splash on your face," he cried out. Jonas pulled back and jacked the cock, his mouth inches away. He stuck out his tongue, pumping fast, eager for the semen to land on his tongue. Then Robbie blew, shooting up in the air. Jonas caught it with his tongue as it came down, pulling it into his mouth. When he was busy swallowing, plenty landed on his brow, dripping down his face. It was the sexiest sight Robbie had ever seen. "Oh, fuck! Shit, that feels good!" he yelled. He thought he was never gonna run out of cum, he exploded so hard. He could barely breathe when his arched back fell back on the mattress. Jonas smiled happily down at him as he scooped jizz off his face, letting it join the rest of the orgasm down in his gut. Content, he laid down into Robbie's open arms and legs. Robbie wrapped his arms around him and his hand squeezed Jonas' delicious bubbly cheeks. They stayed side by side in bed for the next hour, just cuddling and kissing; not saying a word. Then they slipped their clothes back on and went hand in hand into the living room. "You make me feel so safe, Robbie. I love it so much when there is only you and me," Jonas said, leaning back into Robbie's arms. They put their legs onto the stool in front of the recliner they shared. Robbie nibbled on Jonas' ear while his hand grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. They enjoyed a movie for a while before they moved over to the couch. Jonas laid down, propping his elbow onto a knitted pillow on the sofa's armrest. Robbie lay down in front of him and Jonas kissed his cheek. They focused on the film until they heard rustling of keys outside the apartment door. "Crap, your mom!" Robbie said, starting to get up. Jonas held onto him, urging him to stay. "I want her to know. Just relax and see what happens." Robbie wanted to object, thinking it was the wrong way to let her know, but the door was opening. He relented and fell back into Jonas' embrace. He could feel his lover's heart beating hard behind his back. Jonas was terrified, tempted to turn the whole thing into a tickle attack, pretending to be boys being boys. When his mother came in and saw the boys snuggled tightly on the couch she didn't bat an eye. "Having a nice day, guys?" was all she asked. She had to stifle a laugh at the baffled reaction on their faces. "Don't look so shocked. Your old lady isn't just another pretty face you know." Jonas had never been more relieved. Jesus, after all that worrying and it went that easily; now he wished he'd told her before. "Thanks, Mom," he told her. "Yeah, thanks, Mom," Robbie said. She went smiling into the kitchen, loving what Robbie had called her. The boys' eyes turned back to the movie and they fell asleep there around 11. ****************************************************************************** Jonas looked behind him at Robbie, where he straddled his legs, penis resting againt his buttcheeks. Jonas pleaded, put it in, put it in, excited at Robbie pushing back inside him again. Then his arm was twisted hard behind his back, making him cry out. He turned his head around and found Robbie gone, James in his place. And the more he tried to throw him off his back, the higher up his arm got twisted. Jonas wanted to throw up as he was ridden hard, pressed down under his older cousin's weight. He was surprised how long it lasted; wasn't it supposed to be over by now? He panicked more and more until James shot inside him. After he was gone from his back, Jonas tried to get up but found himself unable to move. What the hell? James foot pushed Jonas over onto his back and sat between his legs, lifting them up on his shoulders. Jonas looked at his crotch and James was 12 inches long and ready to enter him again. Jonas eyes snapped open and he looked around, ready to kill James if he had to. But all he found when he sat up was Robbie lying behind him. Jonas sighed, relieved at waking up from the nightmare. Then he was pissed. God damn! James didn't deserve even being in Jonas' thoughts, let alone his dreams. Okay, enough was enough; today Robbie was gonna get to do him again, no matter what. Jonas was gonna wake him right now. Jonas looked behind him at Robbie, where he straddled his legs, penis resting againt his buttcheeks. Jonas pleaded, put it in, put it in, excited at Robbie pushing back inside him again. Then his arm was twisted hard behind his back, making him cry out. He turned his head around and found Robbie gone, James in his place. And the more he tried to throw him off his back, the higher up his arm got twisted. Jonas wanted to throw up as he was ridden hard, pressed down under his older cousin's weight. He was surprised how long it lasted; wasn't it supposed to be over by now? He panicked more and more until James shot inside him. After he was gone from his back, Jonas tried to get up but found himself unable to move. What the hell? James foot pushed Jonas over onto his back and sat between his legs, lifting them up on his shoulders. Jonas looked at his crotch and James was 12 inches long and ready to enter him again. Jonas eyes snapped open and he looked around, ready to kill James if he had to. But all he found when he sat up was Robbie lying behind him. Jonas sighed, relieved at waking up from the nightmare. Then he was pissed. God damn! James didn't deserve even being in Jonas' thoughts, let alone his dreams. Okay, enough was enough; today Robbie was gonna get to do him again, no matter what. Jonas was gonna wake him right now. "Good morning, honey." Jonas' mother came into the living room. Shit, he'd forgotten all about her. He got up from the couch, then bent down, giving Robbie a kiss on the forehead, before following his mother into the kitchen. He told his mom to sit at the table and he put the coffee on for her. He fixed her a couple of eggs and sat down to talk to her until she left for work. He kept looking over at Robbie, then found an amused smile on his mother's lips. "He's real special to you, isn't he?" she said, making Jonas blush, but he still nodded with a goofy grin on his face. It felt so good, not having to hide from his mom how he felt. She ruffled his hair and got up from her kitchen stool. She didn't say anything, though she had a million questions. Jonas was glad. He was happy as could be that she knew, but he wasn't ready to talk much about it yet. Talking to your mom about love and all that mushy stuff was embarrassing. Not that he really needed to. His smiles and looks in Robbie's direction spoke volumes to her and had for months now. She had been shocked when she figured it out, but the obvious love between the boys quickly moved her heart and she had waited patiently for them to confide in her. When his mom was gone, Jonas came back into the living room. He caught Robbie quickly closing his eyes to hide that he was awake. Jonas hunkered down, determined to get a reaction out of him. "You know, Robbie, I don't know what I'd do if I woke up in the morning and I wasn't me." No reaction. "Robbie, point me in the direction you want my erection." Robbie's chest started going faster, up and down, obviously trying to hold in his laughter. Jonas put his lips to Robbie's hair and started singing: Do your balls hang low, Do they swing to and fro? Do they itch like a bitch, When you drag them through the ditch? Do you put them on your shoulder, Like a continental soldier' Do...your....balls...hang low? Robbie burst out in laughter, grabbing the couch pillow under his head and hitting Jonas with it. Jonas let Robbie pull him down on the couch and Robbie leaned over him. They kissed while giggling and touching each other. "How about a morning lay?" Jonas asked after a while and they got up. Soon they were in Jonas' room, on his bed. Clothes flew until Robbie fell naked on his back. Jonas did the same and pulled Robbie on top of him. Opening up his legs Jonas wrapped them around his boyfriend. "Fuck me." "Are you sure?" Jonas nodded, more then sure. No matter what, the crap stopped today. No animal ear wearing asshole was gonna rule his life anymore. Uncertain, but horny beyond belief, Robbie grabbed his cock, pushing the head into Jonas. The cock that penetrated his ass drove Jonas wild and at his moan Robbie pushed further. But Jonas soon felt a tightening in his chest and it was like a dark cloud passed in front of his eyes. Once again he wanted the cock out, but he angrily shook his head. Fuck! This was not happening again. Robbie felt Jonas' hesitation but when he started to withdraw Jonas took hold of his boyfriend's ass and pulled him back in. "Do it, no matter what." Jonas ordered and put his pale legs up on Robbie's shoulders for deeper penetration. When Robbie started thrusting, memories tried to intrude in Jonas' mind again. James words, his ugly face, it was all over the place. "Get the fuck out of my mind, asshole," Jonas shouted angry, taking Robbie by surprise. "And you stay in my asshole, babe," Jonas said, more calmly. Robbie did, thrusting harder. Faster. Jonas looked in his eyes, focusing totally on him. As the minutes passed the tightness in his chest slowly dissipated, the dark cloud in front of his eyes followed. Robbie's dick no longer felt like an intrusion, only a most overdue welcome. Joy surged in Robbie, he had hated the fear he had caused in his lover recently. He fell forward, putting his weight on Jonas' legs, folding him in half. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Robbie! Oh, baby, fuck me-e-e-e!" They kissed hard while bumping and grinding, even Jonas' new bed creaking under the pressure of their ferociousness. Jonas rolled himself on top, keeping Robbie inside him and started riding him. Robbie grabbed his bouncing cock, jacking Jonas while watching his own dick vanish in his lover's ass. When Jonas came, he came hard, shooting all the way to Robbie's lips. Robbie dropped Jonas' cock so his fast riding made his sperm fly all over the place. Robbie arched his back as the jizz built up in his balls. When the orgasm hit in full Robbie lifted his hips and Jonas along with it, the deep penetration sending sperm inside Jonas' bowels. "If cigarettes weren't so stupid this would be the time to have one," Jonas said when he collapsed on top of Robbie. They stayed in bed way into the afternoon, fucking like bunnies all over the apartment. They stopped, unable to carry on anyway, an hour before Jonas' mom came home. "What do you say we invite Kristian over here tomorrow," Jonas suggested as they sat out on the veranda, under the warm sun. Robbie looked away, he'd forgotten all about Kris with the recent happenings in their lives. "Jonas, everything is finally back to normal between us, I just want you all to myself tomorrow." Jonas nodded, not noticing how tense Robbie had gotten. After the next day's hours long sex sessions he suggested they hang with Kris again, but Robbie was hesitant, trying to make excuses. "Why not Robbie? I know you spent a lot of time together when we were apart. It's not fair to just forget all about him. He must miss you; believe me I know how easy that is," Jonas said. "In a few days, okay, Jonas; I want you to myself for now." Jonas nodded. When he told Robbie a few days later that he had invited Kris over the next day he looked quizzically at the reaction on his face. Robbie looked down at his feet. "What's the problem, Robbie, did you two have a falling out or something?" The guilt of what he had done with Kris overwhelmed Robbie. He thought he'd just die if he had to hold it in any longer. "I was lonely without you, Jonas. I spent all that time with Kris and...and he's such a sweet guy you know and...we...we just...." "What?" "I...I had...sex with him. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby." Robbie's eyes were firmly planted on the floor now, afraid to look up. When he finally dared look up he found Jonas all red in the face. "Go ahead, let me have it, I deserve it, Jonas," he said, certain his lover was angry as hell. The regular color to Jonas' face slowly came back as he started giggling. "What? Jonas, this isn't funny." "Dude, Kris is like pure sex on two legs; and you apologize for sleeping with him? Especially under the circumstances at the time? Robbie, I love you more than I can ever explain, but do you have any idea how lucky you are? He's so gorgeous, so sexy; I've fantasized about how he'd be like a thousand times." "You're not angry?" "No. I have nothing to worry about. I know it's me you love, not him. Speaking for myself, any sex we might have with him won't change the fact that at the end of the day, you're mine. So I don't mind sharing." Any sex we have with him? Was Jonas suggesting a threesome? Jonas only smiled when Robbie asked him. Suddenly the phone rang and Jonas picked it up. His face fell when he heard the voice on the other end of the line. He wanted to hang up in James' ear, but his cousin pleaded with him to just listen. "I ran away from that horrible place Dad sent me to. I'm at the house right now. At least the old man didn't change the locks on me. You know, I had to take a 14 hour bus ride to get here. Why did I come home? Wanting payback, I guess. But right now I wanted to call and apologize to you. You see, when I came home I was real hungry and when I was slicing up some bread, the knife in my hand brought this memory back to me. It was from when I was ten. I remembered waking up, finding myself in my parents' bedroom. I guess I had sleepwalked. I had this large kitchen knife in my hand, looking down on my parents sleeping. And I remembered that all I could think of was how much I hated them. It would have been so easy, I mean, they were just lying there. And after, there would be no more nightly visits from Dad and no more denial from Mom, no more pain, no more suffering. Dad did it to me for years. I can't believe I had forgotten all about it." Robbie was listening in, both boys not knowing if they could believe any of what they were hearing. "I know you'll always think of me with disgust and I guess I can't blame you. And I wanted you to know what happened between us was not your fault. It was mine. And...it's not your fault now." "What isn't my fault?" Jonas asked, finally speaking up. "James?" There was no answer. "Jamie?" No answer. "JAMIE!!!!" Jonas yelled, when he and Robbie heard a loud gunshot coming across the phone line. ***************************************************************************** The rain poured down on the people at the gravesite, droplets pounding against the lowering coffin. Jonas and Robbie looked down on it, with very different feelings towards the person inside. Robbie felt nothing, Jonas was crying, tears mixing with the rain on his face. Robbie couldn't wait to get out of there. Except for Jonas and his mom and uncle he couldn't stand the family. James' father hadn't even come to his own son's funeral, probably because his son was gay. He couldn't believe Jonas came from that man. Remembering what James had said on the phone Robbie shuddered at the thought of Jonas having been raised by his real dad. When the rain was over later in the day he took Jonas with him for a walk in the woods. Jonas was blaming himself for what had happened. "It's not your fault Jonas," he said for the 1000th time. "He reached out to me, if I had said something he may not have done what he did." Robbie took him by the shoulder. "Don't you get it? He wants you to think like that, he wants you to think of him all the time. Why do you think he called? He waited until he was absolutely certain he had your full attention before he pulled the trigger. To make you feel guilty. I'm sorry he's dead, I really am, but in no way is it your fault. Was he sorry for what he did? I think he was, but he still couldn't resist getting to you one last time." Jonas hugged Robbie. "I guess you're right. I didn't think of it that way. James never stood a chance, did he? Thank God his father, my father, didn't raise me." They went back to the gravesite the next day and Jonas put a flower on it. "I hope you're in a better place now, Jamie. And I want you to know I forgive you. Goodbye, James." *************************************************************************** That weekend was their last before school started again and Friday morning Robbie came over to Jonas' apartment. They talked about Kris and agreed to spend the next day with him. Uncle Matt was home for the weekend and they were spending the night there. Matt was glad to be back, even if it was only for a few days. Still, he'd had a long flight and went to bed early, leaving the boys to themselves. He had to smile whenever the boys woke him with their shenanigans in the room across the hall before falling back into dreamland.