Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2000 19:19:55 GMT
From: Luke
Subject: I Love You-8

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	Hiya all don't read if ur against gays or stuff and don't like scream
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			I Love You 8

My conscious came back to me slowly, first touch, than smell than
hearing than pain and last but not least sight, which didn't do me much
good I was tied gagged and blindfolded. The pain washed over my head
like waves, which funnily enough I could hear in the distance...I must be
in some type of cave or shack near the beach. I was laid on what felt like a
damp cold potato sac, I shuddered to think what was around me lurking
there. I listened quietly for breathing but could hear nothing but the
swishing sound of the waves. I was laid on my side, my hands had been
tied behind my back, my feet had also been bound at the ankles. My top
lip was all dry and crusted with blood. I rolled onto my front, I was still
painfully aware that I was naked except for a pair of boxers, the cold floor
sending chills down my body. I laid there on my front wondering if the
stalker was sat there watching me getting a perverse pleasure out of seeing
me like this. Despair washed over me, and tears soon followed, I mean I
was tied up, in any other situation I would be loving this but right now I
was afraid the stalker was going to come back with a big horse, god I
hope not I'd be fucked...literally. I started thinking about the stalker, I
didn't want to think about it before but could it be that my closest friend
was the stalker? Could it have been Adam? I mean it was Adam's house
and he was wearing Adam's pentagram. It all started to fall into place, we
talked on the internet, he told me that, than he comes here looking for me I
mean talking to me on the net and moving here by chance must be one in a
million. But why would he do this? He must be crazy it's the only
explanation I mean he's gay but the stalker isn't maybe the stalker is
another side of Adam, a closed off side. But it doesn't make sense, if it
was Adam why was he wearing a mask and still using a talk-boy to talk?
Was it some type of sick thing to get me afraid of him? He didn't need
that trust me. I laid there for god knows how long on the clod floor reeling
off different possibilities of who it was and why and it all kept coming
back to one person...Adam, it was just so obvious I mentally kicked
myself for not noticing it before. I decided that I was sick of just laying
here and started to wriggle about, hopefully enough to make one of my
ropes loose enough to free myself. I wriggled for ages with no luck; in fact
they seemed to get tighter. Just when I was about to give up totally my
knight in shining armour arrived.

"HELLO?" I heard Jason's voice echoing off in the distance. "ANYONE
THERE?" I had to get this gag out of my mouth it was my only hope at a
rescue. I rubbed my face hard on the floor and managed to dislodge the
gag.

"YEA! JASON PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE" I started to cry again. I
heard footsteps splashing through puddles, getting closer to me. I felt
someone start tugging at the ropes on my feet and ankles.

"Lucas are you ok? I'm so sorry I'm late, I saw him take you and I
followed, thank god you are alive" he said while untying me. When my
hands where free I took off my blindfold to see that I was in a cave and
was laying on a cold wet potato sack. I turned around to see my hero sat
there looking at me, a big smile on his face. I dived on him and hugged
him tight. Almost reminiscent of the movie 'officer and a gentleman' he
carried me out of the cave, well I couldn't walk there where jagged rocks
and I had no shoes plus I was crying too much. Before he put me in his
car I looked him dead in the eyes.

"Thank you for rescuing me" I whispered, than I gave him a quick kiss on
the cheek, it wasn't everyday I got to kiss the straight star of the
football
team and my mega fantasy. The leather of the car seat felt great on my
cold muddy skin.

"Let's go to the police station, and than back to my house, and if you
want to talk about what happened we will, I'm always here for you" he
said while starting the car. I just nodded. I crouched into a ball on the
car
seat and rested my head on my knees, I started to cry again, I couldn't
help it I mean my whole life is fucked up. I felt Jason's hand on my back,
slowly caressing it. I stopped crying; the touch didn't feel like a normal
friendly concern touch, it was filled with lust, least I think it was. His
hand
wondered up and down my back, and than to my thigh.

"Jason..." he removed his hand, I was about to ask him what the fuck
was going on but the car suddenly stopped, I looked up to see the police
station. I felt totally stupid walking in their covered in dirt and only
wearing
a pair of boxers, but I swallowed my pride and got out the car. I walked
up the stairs to the doors and swung them open. It was like in one of
those westerns when a cowboy walks into a bar and everyone stops and
all eyes are on them. Stood at the front desk flipping through a pad of
paper was Detective Heinemann, he froze when he saw me. I started to cry
again when I saw the look of horror on his face. He came rushing over to
me, and I held out my arms like a little baby.

"Oh god what happened?" although he came over to see me the question
was directed at Jason like I wasn't even competent to talk.

"I found him tied up in a cave" Jason said.

"What? Look both of you come with me" Detective Heinemann led us
back to an interview room; on the way he got me a blanket to keep me
warm. When my boxer covered ass sat on the metal chairs on the
interview room I gave a little yelp.

"It's cold...sorry" Detective Heinemann left me in there for a while, while
he talked to Jason alone. Finally the door opened and in came Jason with
the detective, I gave him a big smile when I saw him, hours past like
minutes, I told detective Heinemann everything I knew, including my fears
about who I thought the stalker might be.

"So let me get this straight, you think the stalker is your friend Adam?
This 'person' who chased you around the house, finally subduing you in
the hallway" he flipped through his notes, Jason sat beside me holding my
hand.

"Yes" well it all did add up to me, but of course I'm not a detective.

"And you just happened to come by when the 'person' was taking Lucas
from the house?" he directed at Jason.

"I told you, he rang me and I rushed to get there and I saw them leave"
Detective Heinemann just nodded.

"Some things don't seem right to me" he sat back in his chair and eyed
me suspiciously.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, for one why didn't you run and get the officer which was assigned
to protect you?" he tapped his pen annoyingly on his pad of paper, I can't
believe I actually liked this guy he's such an asshole.

"I told you, when I was looking out the window I didn't see his car and
so I though the had gone, which he must have because if he was there why
didn't he stop the stalker when he was carrying me out of the house?" he
looked me dead in the eye, he knew that made sense.

"Ok than, tell me this, this person who attacked you, physically lifted you
and carried you out the house down a beach and into a cave, so he must
have been fairly strong. I saw your friend Adam, he was anything but
strong, in fact he looked puny" the officer did have a point I doubt Adam
could have lifted me up, but who could it have been.

"But the person had Adam's pentagram necklace" Detective Heinemann
leaned back in his chair which squeaked.

"Well, our officers should be finished at the crime scenes soon, the results
should hopefully shed some light upon this situation" I don't know how
or why but Detective Heinemann had gone from super sweet to super not
nice. But as soon as he stopped talking almost on cue like in a move or
some type of story (hehe) the door opened and an officer asked to speak
to Detective Heinemann in private. At this he got up and left Jason and me
alone.

"He's starting to piss me off, he's treating us like shit, almost like he
suspects us of making this all up" Jason said through gritted teeth.

"Jason, I doubt that, he is been a bit off but I think that's because of
something else, I know he believes us" I thought back to his office the
other day...grr. The door opened up again and in came Detective
Heinemann; he sat back down in his squeaky chair.

"Well we found out what happened to our officer, the one assigned to
protect you" my mind flashed back to that fat asshole.

"What? Was he filling his gut full of doughnuts?" I know it was bitchy of
me but I couldn't help it.

"Well that would be hard considering his throat was cut from ear to ear"
my hand went straight to my mouth as I gasped in horror, he'd been
murdered; the stalker was now a killer.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry" he waved the comment off like an annoying fly. I
sat there stunned, I didn't know what to say, well I'm glad I wasn't dead.

"We found some stuff at the crime scenes, for one your dad's missing
mobile phone, it had Adams prints all over it, as well as the knife which
killed the officer and some other stuff. All the evidence seems to be
pointing at Adam been the killer, you where lucky Jason found you." I just
nodded.

"He's still out there" Jason said.

"I know we have put out an A.P.B for him I'm sure he'll turn up so don't
worry, in the mean time I suggest you get some rest, we shall send you
home, with another bodyguard...a more competent one" I just nodded
again, I was still in shock that the police officer was dead, I mean I knew
he'd die but I thought it would be of a heart attack not a knife to the
throat.

"He wont be going home, he's coming to my house, you have my address
on file" Jason said, I knew he'd been in trouble in the past before I knew
him, he never did tell me what for though.

"Ok, I'll look it up, we will catch him Lucas don't worry about that" he
said rather unreassuringly. I said my goodbyes and than we where shown
back to Jason's car and under police escort we drove back to Jason's
house, which also looked over the sea just like mine, in fact you could see
mine from here we where neighbours. The new bodyguard was a big
muscled black guy, I felt more protected now. Jason carried me up the
path so I didn't hurt my feet, and when I tried to get down he wouldn't let
me, he insisted carrying me over the fresh hold like a married couple, I
laughed really hard, it was the first time I remember properly laughing in a
long time.

"Jason your mental, is your dad home?" I did expect to see him at the
front door waiting for us ready to say hi.

"No he's out of town on business, just me and you" he gave me a wicked
smile and I became totally confused, I mean I thought he was straight and
like now he's touching me and giving me wicked smiles? I decided not to
even try and find out till I had at least a shower.

"Can I get a shower?"

"Of course...want me to join you?"

"Hahaha...your crazy" I laughed the comment off I didn't know what was
going on. Before I went upstairs, I looked out the window to check that
the police officer was there, he was asleep...great. I walked up the stairs
to
the bathroom leaving Jason alone downstairs, I must admit I was
absolutely petrified that Adam was in the house, but Jason was here he'd
protect me so I kept a brave face. I looked in the bathroom mirror to see a
mud soaked face, a bit of crusty blood under my red slightly swollen
nose, there where two paths of clean skin down my cheeks where my
tears had cleared the way of dirt...how disgusting. I got in the hot steamy
shower and let the water stream over my body, loving every minute of it I
always felt like a sexy beast in the shower. I got out and dried off. I
wrapped a towel around my naked midriff and walked down stairs.

"Jason? Do you have any boxers I can borrow?" I waited for a reply.
"Jason?" my heart skipped every beat, I suddenly began to shake, I
couldn't move either.

"Yea?" he popped his head around the corner and I was so relieved to see
him I started to cry again (god I feel like a wuss, you'd never see Arnold
schwaternigger crying) he ran over to me and held me.

"When you didn't answer I thought..." I cried in his arms.

"It's ok I'm never going to leave" he picked me up again, his hand
'accidentally' sliding under the towel and resting on my bare ass, not that
I
was complaining, I stopped crying and just enjoyed it to the point where
the front of the towel had tented out. He carried me into the living room,
one of his fingers slipped in my ass crack and gently pressed against my
puckered hole. My mind was in total confusion, I mean what was going on
I didn't understand, I mean someone just tried to kill me and now my best
straight friend is coming on to me. He laid me down on the sheepskin rug
in front of the roaring fire. As he withdrew his hands from around me he
took the towel with him, leaving me completely naked with my hardon
pointing right at him, I felt so sexy as his eyes ran over my bare body, my
nipples became as erect as my penis.

"Jason?"

End of part 8

Hiya all, I hoped you all liked this part too...lol hum wonder what's going
to happen.