New fanfic I decided to write... :D

 

Love Today

Chapter 1

 

 

Chris PoV

 

Being alone can break you. Thats what I am, broken and alone. I hate love, it sounds so stupid but its true. My whole life seems to made up of failed relationships and unrequited feelings. Every relationship I have ever had; has been ruined by my self sabotage. Its not like I dont want them to work, I just dont see any point in them. Every person, every woman I have been with has never been the person I have always wanted to be with.

 

The one person I have wanted from the moment we met was Jonny.

 

The problem is, I dont believe he wants me. Of course I have never given him a chance to say so. I have never once imlicated that my feelings were more than merely friendship.

 

When I first realized my feelings, it was hard to hide them, but after awhile it became easier.

 

It was also surprisingly easy to watch Jonny go from relationship to relationship. Because each one was superficial. And although I felt extremely awkward during his retellings of his sexual experiences, I could get through them, because I knew sooner or later that relatonship would end.

 

Except for now. Now Jonny was telling me that he loved the woman that he has been dating for only three months. Out of all the years I have known Jonny, he has never once told me he has loved any woman.

 

Jonny has now gone off to tell Guy and Will and I was now on the floor with a crippling pain in my chest. My breaths were erratic, I tried to catch everyone but couldnt. I was sobbing so loudly I was nearly screaming and I was so angry and unbearably sad.

 

How long will I have to wait until this relationship ends? What if it doesnt?

 

At that thought I started screaming.

 

 

 

Btw I am still going to write the epilogue to Some Kind Of Ghost.

Trial scenes may or may not be accurate.

All I know is from t.v.

 

 

Guilt

 

Chapter 11

 

 

 

 

 

 

The trial was in full session as Chris was called to be a witness.

"Now Mr. Martin, can you please tell the court, if you will, how long you have known the defendant."

"About fifteen years," Chris said, as he squirmed in the witness chair.

"Has he ever shown any violent tendencies?"

"No," Chris said.

"Very good, thank you."

Jack sat down beside Guy at the defendant table.

"Mr. Martin---or is it Chris? Can I call you Chris?" the prosecutor asked.

"Sure I guess," Chris said.

"Good....now Chris...you testified that the defendant has never shown any violent tendencies, is that correct."

"Yes," Chris said.

"What about the time he threw his guitar out a third story window?"

"He was just a little upset," Chris said, "And he had been drinking so.."

The prosecutor interrupted.

"So he gets violent when he drinks, is that it?"

"Well, no..." Chris said, looking around ," I didn't mean that."

"And he drinks alot, doesn't he?"

"That's not true," Chris said, "Not anymore."

Chris saw Jack take a deep breath and he knew he had said something wrong.

He was just trying to help, but the prosecutor was twisting his words and thoughts.

"Can you tell us about the girls?" the prosecutor asked.

"What girls?" Chris asked.

"The constant stream of girls in and out of the defendants' life," the prosecutor said.

"I don't think there was a stream of girls," Chris said.

"Oh, so he had several long-term relationships, then?"

"Well, no," Chris said.

"One long-term relationship?" the prosecutor asked.

"No," Chris said.

"Just how many serious relationships did he have?"

Chris looked away.

"Answer the question," the judge told him.

"None," Chris said.

"So he picked up girls alot and used them then?"

"No, he isn't like that." Chris said, desperately.

"Well what is he like? Is he like the person who stabbed this poor girl 17 times and left her in his bed to die?"

The prosecutor shoved photos of the bloody crime scene in Chris' face.

Chris had not seen them before and he turned pale.

"I am finished with this witness," the prosecutor said."

 

 

 

Guilt

 

Chapter 12

 

 

 

 

The next witness called was the forensic pathologist who conducted the autopsy on the girl.

"Can you tell us your findings please?" the prosecutor asked.

"The victim was stabbed a total of 17 times with a sharp instrument."

"Like this kitchen knife?" he asked, holding up a knife sealed in an evidence bag.

"Yes," the witness answered.

The prosecutor held up the knife for the jury to see and entered it into evidence as Exhibit 1A.

"Now," he said, turning back to the witness, "Tell us about the cause of death."

"Well, the cause of death was a lateral cut across the victim's throat. The other stab wounds were post-mortem."

"So, he slashed her throat and then cut her to pieces?" The prosecutor asked, dramatically.

"Objection!" Jack yelled.

"Sustained," the judge said, banging his gavel, "Cut the theatrics. We have enough of that already with this case."

"Very well," he said.

"Was the victim sexually assaulted?"

"No," the doctor said, "We found no evidence of that."

Guy breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't remember sleeping with anyone that night and he was glad that he hadn't.

"Were there any drugs in her system?" the prosecutor asked.

"Some traces of an allergy medication and birth control pills."

"What about alcohol?"

"No, she had not been drinking."

Guy was relieved about that too.

He hadn't remembered drinking that night either.

"That's all," the prosecutor said.

Jack approached the witness stand.

"What else can you tell us about the neck wound?" Jack asked.

"Well, the victim was lying down when she was stabbed so there was no accurate way to get a probable height for the attacker. I would say due to the deep impression of the cut that the attacker was probably between 120 and 130 lbs. and most definitely right-handed."

"Hmm, are you sure about that?" Jack asked, as he reached into his pocket.

"Absolutely," the doctor said.

Jack took our his car keys and threw them at Guy.

Guy dodged a little and caught them with his left-hand.

"Now you see," Jack said, turning to the witness," Your analysis is very interesting. First of all, the defendant certainly doesn't meet the weight requirement of the attacker and as you just witnessed for yourself, he is most assuredly not right-handed."

"My findings are accurate," the doctor said, confidently.

"Oh that I don't dispute," Jack said, "I think they are very accurate. What's wrong here is that my client is being tried for a murder he didn't commit."

 

 

 

Guilt

 

Chapters 13 & 14

 

 

 

 

"Tell us about the murder weapon," the prosecutor asked, picking up the bag with the knife and handing it to the police detective, "It this it?"

The detective took the bag and carefully looked at the knife.

"Yes," he said, "That is it."

"And where did you find the murder weapon?"

"Next to the body of the victim."

"What else can you tell us about it?"

"It belonged to a set of knives found in the kitchen of the defendant."

"I see," the prosecutor said, "Were there any fingerprints on it?"

"Yes, those of the defendant."

A gasp ran through the courtroom.

"Silence!" the judge yelled.

"No other's? Just the defendant's?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yes," the detective answered.

"Was anyone else in the apartment when you arrived?"

"No, the landlady was waiting outside. She called the police when she heard screams."

"So the defendant wasn't there?"

"No," the detective said, "He had already fled the scene."

"Objection!" Jack yelled, "The detective has no way of knowing whether or not the defendant was at the apartment."

"Sustained," the judge said, "The detective's last statement will be stricken from the record and the jury is instructed to disallow it. Stick to the facts, detective."

The policeman nodded.

"You have seen an awful lot of crime scenes, doesn't this crime strike you as a particularly violent one, filled with rage."

"I really don't know," the detective said, "That isn't my area of expertise."

"No, I guess it isn't, is it? You just find the killers, others analyze their actions."

"Objection!" Jack yelled.

"Fine," the prosecutor said, throwing up his hands.

Jack approached the detective.

"So," he said, "the murder weapon had the defendant's prints on it?"

"Yes," the detective said.

"Is that unusual given that the knife belonged in his apartment and he had probably used it thousands of times?"

"No, I guess not."

"And say, anyone using gloves could have used the knife and not left prints, isn't that correct?"

"Yes," the detective said.

"Hmm, so basically you arrested the defendant based on little or no physical evidence?"

"It was his apartment."

"Yes, but he wasn't even there. You said that yourself."

The detective nodded.

"No more questions," Jack said.

 

"It's going pretty well," Jack told Guy during recess.

Guy nodded.

"They still have a few character witnesses to call, but we should be okay there."

"Okay," Guy said, "Will I have to testify?"

"No," Jack said, "No way. The prosecutor will have you for lunch. We still cannot account for where you

were during the murder. We don't want to give him a chance to bring that up."

Guy nodded.

"Hang in there," Jack said.

 

Chapter 14

 

Robin was the first witness after the recess.

She was crying when she took the stand.

The prosecutor handed her his handkerchief.

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Can you tell us how you knew the victim?" the prosecutor asked.

"She was my roommate," Robin sobbed.

"You have our sympathy for your loss," the prosecutor told her.

"Thank you," she said.

"And you know the defendant too, don't you?"

Robin looked at Guy.

"Yes," she said, "We used to date."

"And how did that work out?" he asked.

"We broke up," she said.

"Why?"

"Because he hit me," she lied.

Guy couldn't believe his ears.

"Ssshh," Jack said, laying a reassuring hand on Guy's arm.

"How many times?"

"Lots..." she lied again.

"That's not true!!" Guy said, jumping out of his chair, "I never touched you!"

Jack was trying to hold Guy back.

"Get your client under control!!" the judge yelled.

"Sit down," Jack hissed at Guy.

"I didn't hit her," Guy said.

"I know that," Jack said, "I will destroy her when I cross examine her."

Guy shook himself off and sat back down.

 

 

Guilt

 

Chapters 15 & 16

 

 

 

 

When it was Jack's turn to cross-examine Robin, he flipped through a file until he came to a sheet of paper he wanted.

"Now," he said, "The defendant hit you?"

"That's right," Robin said.

"And did you call the police?"

"No," she said.

"Why not?"

"I was afraid of Guy," she said.

"Did you see a doctor?" Jack asked.

"No," she said.

"Hmm, so the defendant hit you several times and yet you never called the police or went to a hospital or a women's shelter or anything?"

"No," she said, "I was too ashamed."

"Well you weren't too ashamed to come here and talk about it in open court in front of all these people," Jack said, gesturing around the room.

Robin didn't say anything.

"You didn't file a police report...but what I do have in my hand is a police report filed three weeks ago," he handed it to Robin.

"Why don't you read that part that I have highlighted," he told her.

She read it to herself and then she looked at him.

"Go ahead," he said, "Read it out loud."

"Domestic disturbance call. Two Caucasian females..one threatened to kill the other," she read quietly.

"Would you like to tell us why the police were called to your home and why you and the victim were arguing so violently?"

Robin swallowed hard.

"Was it perhaps over a man.....maybe say...the defendant?" Jack asked.

Robin didn't answer.

"Answer please," the judge told her.

"Yes," she finally said, bitterly, "We were arguing about Guy. She wanted to go out with him. I told her to leave him alone. She said she could have

him any time she wanted him."

"And what happened then?" Jack asked.

"I hit the little bitch with a fireplace poker. I thought I killed her then. But I didn't," she said.

There was stark silence in the courtroom.

It was as if no one was breathing.

Everyone was holding their breath waiting for whatever was to come next.

Robin began to cry again.

"He was mine," she said, "And she wanted to take him. I had to get rid of her."

She looked at Guy.

"I thought once you were in trouble you would come back to me and everything would be okay. But you didn't.

All you had to do was take me back. I loved you so much."

Guy felt sick. He covered his face with his hands as he sat at the defendant's table.

"Take the witness into custody," the judge said, "If the prosecutor has no objections, the defendant is free to go."

"No objections," the prosecutor said.

 

Chapter 16

 

"Hey,"Will said, slapping Guy on the back and handing him a beer, "Come on the party is over here."

"Thanks," Guy said.

"Everything is okay now," Will told him, "You are free and you are home with us."

"Yeah," Guy said, "It feels great to be out of that jail cell and be able to walk around as I please."

"Come on then," Will said.

"I'll be there in a second," Guy told him.

He was still sitting alone fifteen minutes later when Jonny joined him.

"Are you okay?" Jonny asked.

Guy looked at him.

"I didn't even know her name," he said, "And I got her killed."

"Did you ever remember her?" Jonny asked.

"No," Guy said, "She was just one of the hundreds of girls that I talk to all the time."

"It wasn't your fault, man," Jonny told him.

"I didn't stab her," Guy said, "But it was my fault she died. I'm still guilty in that way."

Guy looked around at all his friends who were gathered to celebrate his release.

"I destroyed two people," he said, "Without even so much as a thought to either one."

"Don't do that to yourself," Jonny said, "Robin was crazy."

"I have to change, Jonny," Guy said.

"Did you ever figure out where you were and why you couldn't remember?" Jonny asked.

"Yeah, Robin confessed to drugging me and taking me to her apartment while she...well you know."

"The cops didn't know that?" Jonny asked.

"They never tested me for drugs or alcohol or anything," Guy said.

The doorbell rang and Chris went to answer it.

"Ah the man of the hour," he said, as Jack joined them.

"I hear there is a party here," he said, happily.

"Have a beer," Chris said.

"In a second," Jack said, spotting Guy.

He walked up to Guy.

"Callie," he said, "Her name was Callie Armstrong."

Guy took a deep breath.

"Thanks for finding out that for me," he said, shaking Jack's hand.

"Hey!!" Chris yelled from across the room, "Get over here!!"

Guy smiled and he and Jonny joined Will and Chris.

"Thank you all," Guy said, "I couldn't have made it through this without you."

"That's what friends are for," Chris said, "Even the ones that drive each other crazy. We still stick together, always."

 

The end

 

 

 

The Glass

Part 2

 

 

 

The ambulance ride was pretty uneventful, so I won't bore you with it. I could take a step back and talk about Jonny running (because he was apparently perfectly fine) to bring the EMTs to where I was, gurney and all, but that was just as uneventful. It was at the hospital that things became interesting.

 

Having been in a situation that put my need for medical attention in a status known as 'emergency', I was rushed into the emergency room. A lovely nurse helped the EMT move me from the stretcher to a bed, where I was properly looked at. It turns out the pointy thing in my side was a large piece of glass, probably a bit of window from one of the cars in the explosion. That was all that was known at the time, too, was that three cars had been wrecked, and maybe even one or two people killed. No one was sure yet what caused it, or who, or just how it all happened. At that moment, though, the priority was just to help anyone who needed it, such as myself.

 

How I managed to be stabbed by glass and thrown across a field, landing on my stomach, without dying or something was apparently quite a miracle. Luckily, the glass was to the side enough that my landing didn't affect it. Unluckily, it caused a rather large portion of my blood to spill out. It didn't kill me, though, which I generally view as a good thing overall. No, it was something else that killed me. Metaphorically, of course. Morphine does wonders for relieving pain, though.

 

Eventually I was admitted and taken to a nice, warm room with a nice, warm bed. I was told to get some rest, as I would be going into surgery in the morning. It was so toasty in there that I almost forgot all about the bitter cold the wind had brought with it that day. The warmth allowed me to slowly drift to sleep, with the help of the morphine as well.

 

I don't think I had any dreams, or if I did, I can't remember them. All I remember is waking up to some bright lights and the sound of, "Mr. Martin... Mr. Martin, we have some news."

 

"Yeah?" It was the only thing my half-awake mind could think of saying.

 

"Due to an emergency, your surgery has been moved," a nurse informed me.

 

"Moved?"

 

"Yes. But don't worry, you'll be fine. It's only been moved to this afternoon."

 

"Um, OK."

 

"You're in good hands, trust me."

 

"Thanks." She gave a little nod, and left the room. I didn't mind that I had to wait longer, it was just that I wasn't sure of what to do until the surgery. So, I just went back to sleep. Another nurse woke me up a few hours later to feed me what I think was supposed to be lunch. Then some visitors stopped by, which I was very pleased with.

 

"They postponed your surgery? Can they really do that? I mean, you've kinda got a hole in your stomach," Guy said.

 

"Oh, please. It's not that bad," I said. I think the morphine had made me a bit loopy. "Besides, the nurse told me not to worry, so I'm not going to."

 

"Yeah, you'll be fine," Jonny agreed. "Chris survives everything."

 

"Exactly! I'm basically Superman."

 

"Is that a confession?" Will joked.

 

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is." Like I said, loopy.

 

Skip another few hours, it's surgery time. Nurses came in, prepped me all good and proper, and rolled me down to the OR. Laying on the table, looking up at the ceiling, I'm told to take deep breaths and count backwards from ten as the doctors place a mask over me, dosing me with what I can only assume is some anesthetic. Slowly, which maybe was actually quickly, as I can only recall counting to eight, everything goes dark.

 

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

Chris was sitting on the swing in the playground.

He knew it was silly to be swinging at this time of night and at his age.

But so what?

He and Jonny used to come here late at night and swing.

They would swing and laugh and sing and laugh until their sides and stomachs ached.

They were like rebellious little boys staying out beyond curfew.

Afterward they would always go to the nearby diner and drink milkshakes, chocolate for him, strawberry for Jonny.

Then back to one of their apartments where they spent the remainder of the night lying in each other's arms and reading or listening to music.

How wonderful it had all been.

Chris' stomach ached now but not for the same reason.

His stomach ached and his heart ached at the loss of Jonny.

He wanted to hate him, but he couldn't.

Chris world stopped the day that Jonny told him he had met someone else.

Now he was just here alone, swinging like a fool on a dark playground, in the middle of the night.

 

FLASHBACK

 

It all seemed so innocent when Jonny and Chris had agreed to have dinner with that reporter from the magazine.

It was part of their usual routine.

Jonny and Chris did interviews together the same way that Guy and Will did interviews together.

They were both pleasantly surprised when they arrived at the restaurant and found a beautiful girl.

"Don't look so shocked," she said, "It happens all the time."

"But I just assumed you would be a male," Chris said, "Cameron is an unusual name for one so beautiful."

Chris was being his regular charming self as he shook her hand politely.

Jonny smiled shyly and didn't say a word.

"It is very nice of you to allow this interview on such short notice," she said, smiling.

"It is always a pleasure," Chris told her.

Cameron looked at Jonny.

Her eyes were the most delicate combination of hazel and green that he had ever seen.

They had a ring of dark brown around the outside of the iris which gave them the illusion of being endless.

"Do you ever talk?" she asked, smiling at him.

Jonny smiled back and fiddled with his cap.

"It's in the contract with the record company, "Chris teased, "Jonny can only talk on Wednesdays and Fridays. You should have interviewed us tomorrow."

Cameron looked closely at Jonny.

"Maybe I'll just have to call you later then," she said.

 

 

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Jonny's phone rang just as he was walking out of the shower the next morning.

"Hello?" he asked, not recognizing the number.

"Yeah. sure I guess so," he said.

"Who was that?" Chris asked, as he turned over in bed.

"That reporter," Jonny said, "She had some follow up questions. She said it would only take a few minutes."

"Oh," Chris said, lying back down.

"I'm going to go meet her for breakfast," Jonny said.

Chris yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm going back to sleep," Chris said.

"Well, that's probably a good idea," Jonny said, leaning down to kiss him goodbye.

"I'm exhausted," Chris admitted, "You kept me up all night."

"I couldn't help it," Jonny said, "I was just about to beat you at the game, finally."

Chris raised one eyebrow and smiled at him.

"See if you can't still be in bed when I get back," Jonny told him, slyly.

Chris laughed and threw a pillow at his back as he disappeared out the door.

 

"I just have one or two questions," Cameron said.

Jonny nodded.

"It is Wednesday," she teased, "You can talk."

Jonny laughed.

"What is your question?" he asked.

"Where did you grow up?" She asked.

Jonny told her, "Wales."

"When did you start playing the guitar?"

"When I was about seven, I think." he said.

"That's very young," She said, "You must have felt a strong natural impulse."

"Yes," Jonny nodded, noticing the perfect light pink shade of lipstick she was wearing.

"Where do you live?" she asked, making notes.

"I can't tell you that." Jonny said, "Otherwise I would have no peace."

She laughed.

Jonny thought it sounded like little bells ringing.

"I know," she said, "I was just seeing if you were paying attention."

But Jonny was paying way too much attention.

"One more question," she said.

"Okay," Jonny told her.

"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" she asked.

Jonny blushed.

"Sure," he said.

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

"She's flirting with you," Chris said, "And I don't like it."

"Well what did you want me to tell her---" Jonny asked, "That I am screwing you."

"Yes," Chris said, sliding his arms around Jonny neck.

Jonny looked at him with a disbelieving look.

"No, of course not," Chris said.

"I'll be home early," Jonny told him.

"I don't want you to go," Chris said, lying his head on Jonny's shoulder.

"Hey," Jonny said, "It's fine."

Chris looked at him intently.

"I love you, Jonny," he whispered.

"Stop looking at me like that or I can't leave," Jonny said.

Chris put his hand on Jonny's neck and brought his mouth to his.

They kissed gently for a few moments before Chris slid his tongue slowly into Jonny's mouth.

Jonny breathed deeply.

"Chris," he said, "That's not fair."

"I don't want fair," Chris said, "I want you, now."

"You are such a little bastard," Jonny said, sliding Chris t-shirt up and over his head.

"You know I can't resist you."

Chris fingers were sliding down the zipper of Jonny's jeans.

"When did you get these jeans?" Chris asked.

"A few days ago," Jonny said, nibbling on Chris' neck.

"I like them," Chris said, as the jeans were already falling to the floor.

"Damn buttons," Jonny said, as he worked at Chris' jeans.

Chris slipped Jonny's shirt over his head.

Then he began to kiss his chest.

"Your mouth is amazing," Jonny said, as he yanked the last button free.

He slid a free hand between Chris' thighs'.

"Oh shit," Chris moaned, closing his eyes.

"You asked for it," Jonny teased.

"Oh yes, I did," Chris whispered, "I certainly did."

Jonny pushed Chris back onto the bed.

He stood looking at him for a moment.

"You are so fucking hot," he said, as he joined him.

Chris closed his eyes and bit his lip as Jonny began to thrust inside him.

"This is what life was meant to be," he thought.

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

Cameron was already waiting at the restaurant when Jonny came hurrying in.

"Sorry I am late," he said, with a little blush.

"Hmm," she said, "I hope it was worth it."

"What?" Jonny asked, taking a drink or water.

"Whatever you were doing," She told him, "You look guilty as hell which must mean you were having a good time."

Jonny blushed deeper red this time.

"A man who blushes," She said, "I certainly hate to think that you are taken."

Jonny glanced at her in surprise.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I ....I.."

"Oh come now," she said, in a husky voice, "Why did you think I invited you to dinner?"

"I don't know," Jonny said, honestly.

"You are too adorable, "She said, "I've never met anyone like you. So sweet and genuine and...well.. I was going to say innocent...but something tells me that isn't exactly true where you are concerned."

"Look..I think I should tell you that there is someone in my life."

She leaned forward and Jonny could feel her warm breath on his cheek.

He couldn't help but stare at how her thin blouse clung to her skin.

"Tell me all about it," she said.

"I can't," Jonny said, "I mean, you are a reporter....even if I wanted to..I couldn't tell you."

"Well then it must not be very serious," She said, reaching under the table and squeezing Jonny's thigh.

"No," he said, "It is serious."

She looked at him with a look of total lust.

"I'm not really that hungry," she said, "Would you walk me back to my hotel."

"Sure," Jonny said.

Out on the sidewalk, she slipped her hand into Jonny's.

"It's a bit nippy out here," she said.

"Well it is England," Jonny said, laughing.

He noticed that her hand was very soft and warm.

"I've only been here a few weeks," she told him, "Does it always rain?"

"Nah, that's a myth," Jonny said, "Sometimes there is fog."

She laughed and he noticed how her eyes lit up.

"Here's my hotel," she said.

"I'll see you to your room," Jonny told her.

"Well, well..such a gentleman too," She reached up and touched his face.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

"You can read over the interview before it goes to press if you want," she told him at her door.

"It's ready?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes," she said, "Only one or two words that I might have to change."

She unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Come on in," she told Jonny.

She took his coat and laid it across a chair while he sat on the sofa and read the interview.

"It sounds great," he told her.

"I'm glad you approve." she said, sitting down across from him.

"I better go," Jonny said.

She stood up and walked him to the door.

"Just so you know," she said, "You don't have to go."

He looked at her for a long time.

It had been years since he had even toyed with the idea of wanting anyone but Chris, but now as he stood here, he wanted to grab her and kiss her.

"Well?" she said.

Jonny didn't move.

She stepped back from him and began to unbutton her blouse.

Jonny opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

He wanted to stop her.

He didn't know why he didn't.

She was just so irresistible.

She threw her blouse on the floor and unzipped her skirt.

"Stop!!!" Jonny yelled in his mind, but instead he stood rooted to the floor.

"You are beautiful," was what finally came out.

She took him by the hands and pulled his arms around her.

He undid the clasp on her lacy black bra and it fell away.

She jumped a little as Jonny's mouth found her waiting breast.

He shrugged out of his coat and shirt in seconds.

"The second I saw you, I knew this would happen," she told him.

"I don't know what I am doing," he confessed, "I shouldn't be doing this at all."

"Do you want to stop?" she asked, with her hands paused on the top button of his jeans.

"No," he said, caressing her other breast gently.

"I want to take you to bed," he told her.

"First things first," she said, with a little smirk.

She pushed Jonny's jeans to the floor and knelt down in front of him.

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

"I can't get enough of you," Jonny said into Cameron's ear as he pulled her tall, thin frame onto his own.

She laughed and kissed him.

"I do adore you," she said.

He swept a long thin strand of hair out of her eyes.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he told her, "I noticed that the second we met."

"I looked at you and something just clicked in my head," she told him.

"I hope this isn't a one-night stand," he told her, "I'm not that kind of guy."

She laughed again.

"Well, luv, that is up to you. I would like nothing better than to have a relationship with you. But you did say there was someone else."

Jonny's face tensed and his eyes darkened.

She sat up and looked at him.

"God, not a wife......I would know if you had a wife..... I would know if you had a girlfriend. Everyone would know...Please tell me you don't have either one."

Jonny pulled her back to him.

"No," he said, "I don't have either one."

"Thank God," she said, "I'm not the kind of girl who breaks up marriages or relationships."

Chris entered his mind for the first time since he had set down to dinner with Cameron.

Strangely enough, he felt nothing except dread.

He knew he would have to tell Chris the truth.

Not only did he sleep with someone else, but he wanted a relationship with her too.

He looked at Cameron.

"What?" she asked.

"I could even marry her," Jonny thought, "She's just that special."

"Nothing," he said.

"Do you have to go now?" she asked.

He smiled at her.

"Not just yet," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

He gently laid her on her back and moved over her.

"This bed won't take much more," she said, laughing.

"Yeah?" he asked," What about you?"

"Bring it on," she said, pulling him down to kiss her.

"You are incredible," he said.

"And I didn't even have time for caffeine this morning," she joked.

 

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

Jonny walked home in the misty rain.

When he took off his coat he smelled Cameron's perfume.

His phone buzzed a few times and he figured it was Chris.

Finally he answered.

"Jon, are you okay? You didn't come back to my place."

"Yeah," Jonny said, "I just don't feel that good so I came home."

"Do you want me to come over?" Chris asked, "I could make you some tea."

"No, that's okay," Jonny told him, "I think I am just tired. I need some sleep."

There was silence on the phone.

Then Chris said, "Well, if you are sure."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Jonny told him.

"Good night, luv." Chris said.

Jonny snapped his phone shut and threw it against the wall.

"What kind of a bastard am I?" he asked, looking at the empty chair.

Being with Chris had always been his dream.

He had fallen in love with him all those years ago when they first met.

And then when Chris returned his affection, Jonny was shocked and thrilled.

But there was no future in their relationship.

Neither one of their families would support their being together.

He didn't know what Will and Guy would say but he suspected that neither would like it.

Sometimes all the hiding and subterfuge were really hard to handle.

Always being careful with each word and each gesture.

Sometimes even an inappropriately placed smile from Chris could send them both into a tailspin of worry.

And God forbid anyone in the record compnay ever find out.

It was like the two of them were standing on a stack of dynamite and playing with matches.

Only if it all blew up in their faces, they wouldn't be the only two that got hurt.

Jonny always knew that it couldn't last forever.

Maybe the time had come.

Meeting Cameron had been so unexpected and so refreshing.

He could walk down the street holding hands with her if he wanted.

He could take her to public events.

He could even kiss her in public.

He could take her home to meet his family.

A weight felt like it was rolling away from Jonny.

A weight that he wasn't really aware of until now.

He just had to survive telling Chris that it was over.

 

 

Well, ladies, this is the result of me being sleepy and tired and just overall lazy. It's a little bit more from my Guy&Will saga, if you will. Just a pointless, insanely short one-shot.

 

Fever and All Of His Friends

 

 

 

 

“Will.” Guy whispered, nudging the other man, trying to wake him up. “I don’t feel so good.”

 

“What is it?” Will asked, rubbing his eyes, yawning tiredly.

 

“My belly. It hurts.” He responded, his arms wrapped around himself.

 

“Do you have any idea how much you sound like an 8 year old?” Will teased him.

 

“This isn’t funny. I’m really in pain right now.” Guy snapped. “And I think I might have a fever.”

 

“Maybe it was that nasty food you ate at that greasy restaurant last night. I swear to God, you can eat anything as long as you’re not paying…” Will remarked.

 

“What did you want me to do? You know I can’t say no when people offer me food.” Guy said, exasperated.

 

“Which no one would tell by looking at that cute, little butt.” Will smiled.

 

“Hey! I’m offended by that!! Guy said, indignantly. “I don’t like it when people treat me like a piece of ass!”

 

Will laughed. “But you are, you are one hell of a piece of ass.” He said, kissing him hard on the mouth, pulling away a few moments later. “I’m just kidding. But you are actually a little warm.”

 

Will put a hand on Guy’s forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his face.

 

“I told you. I feel sick. I feel tired. I feel blue. I feel…” Guy enumerated, exaggeratedly.

 

“Delusional?” Will offered.

 

“Go to hell!” Guy exclaimed.

 

“Actually, I’m going to the kitchen to make you a tea and get some medicine, because my friend, you have the flu.” Will informed him, leaving the room.

 

“Not agaaaain.”

 

A few minutes later, Will walked into the room, carrying a tray with a cup of tea, some cookies and a couple of pills.

 

“I missed you, Willy.” Guy confessed, sitting up in bed, grabbing the drummer’s arm when he set down the tray he brought.

 

“Aww, I missed you too, sweetie.” Will grinned. He had never treated Guy like this. He would only call him by his name or ‘man’. He had never treated anyone like this, truth be told. Calling sweetie, honey or dear had never made sense for him. He used to cringe when people treated him with those words.

 

But somehow it seemed to fit their relationship. It didn’t feel weird to say or to hear. It felt right.

 

“Come here, come sleep with me.”

 

“Well, actually, I have that appointment today in a few hours, remember? So I can’t sleep much longer. I have to get ready and I still need to make sure Chris or Jonny come to take care of you.” Will explained.

 

“Oh, please, just for a little while. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep.” Guy pouted. “I need you by my side.

 

“Fine, just for a little bit.” Will acceded, laying next to Guy, their hands linked as they slept.

 

 

 

Violent Waters

Chapter 19

 

 

 

Only a minute later, someone began knocking on the door. “Guy!” called a sing-song voice.

 

“Dammit, Chris...what is it?” I asked, hurrying to pull on a pair of jeans.

 

“The door’s open, are you decent?”

 

I heaved a sigh. “Yes.”

 

I had barely gotten the word out when Chris came bounding into the room, looking like an overgrown schoolboy. He looked around for a moment before throwing himself down on my bed. I opened my mouth to warn him against it, but by then it was too late. “Comfy,” he said, snuggling up.

 

“Uh...Chris, don’t...”

 

“Why not?”

 

Because Jen and I had sex on those sheets. “No reason,” I said, smirking. Chris propped himself up and let his legs hang off the side of the mattress. He looked down at the bed and then scanned the room.

 

“Oh,” he murmured. “Did something happen on this bed?”

 

“Um...yeah.”

 

He shot up and dusted himself off. “Eww! So, anyway, I saved you a bagel. Want it?”

 

“Where is it?” I asked, throwing my things into my large duffel bag.

 

“In my room.”

 

“No thanks,” I said, frowning. “Just go away so I can finish packing so we can catch this plane home.”

 

“Okay, okay,” said Chris, patting me on the back. I turned my head and grinned half-heartedly.

 

“See you.”

 

“Ciao, bella.”

 

“Goodbye,” I said, more forcefully. Chris nodded and walked away, a little dejected. But I knew he would forget it soon enough.

 

By the time I finished packing, there was another knock at the door. “For God’s sake, what now?” I cried.

 

“Christ, I’m sorry! Is this not a good time or something?”

 

“Oh! Jonny...” I said hurriedly. “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

 

“Can I come in?”

 

“If you want.”

 

“Are you ready?” asked Jonny, leaning into the doorway. He was carrying his own luggage on his shoulder.

 

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed, struggling into a jacket. “Will you carry that for me?” I pointed to my second piece of baggage.

 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you instead? The bag looks too heavy.”

 

“Cheeky bastard,” I said as I grabbed the case myself. Jonny took it out of my hands, grinning.

 

“I’ve got it.”

 

.......................................

 

On the flight, I couldn’t stop drifting off. Occasionally, I would start and realize I’d nearly been asleep. Finally, I groaned and straightened up, running a hand over my face. I didn’t really know why I was so tired, but I knew that I didn’t want to end up sleeping. The others always took the opportunity to mess with me while I was asleep. “Hey,” said Jonny, coming up the aisle.

 

“Mm.”

 

“Is that seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the spot next to me. I shook my head, and Jonny sat down.

 

“Tired?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Why not go to sleep?”

 

“Makeup incident,” I offered as an explanation.

 

Jonny stifled a laugh. “That two years ago, Guy!”

 

“And last year it was the clothing incident. And a few months ago it was the fire incident.”

 

“That one was in bad taste, I admit.” I leaned my head against the window and yawned, my skin tingling. “Come on,” Jonny continued. “Go ahead and sleep. I promise I won’t let them mess with you.”

 

I narrowed my eyes at Jonny and made a face. “Are you sure?”

 

“Of course,” he said, smiling that little smile of his. I finally nodded. After all, I did trust him completely.

 

He was like my little boat. My little boat on violent waters.

 

Oh! And Chris could be my sail and Will would be the rudder. Would he be upset about that? I didn’t know, because I fell asleep before I could think about it.

 

 

 

Love Today

Chapter 2

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Chris PoV

 

After what seemed like an eternity on the floor, I finally picked myself up.

 

“Ugh, you are completely pathetic.” I said aloud to myself, as if I needed reminding. What was I suppose to do now? Was I suppose to wait? Wait until that day when Jonny sees me in a different light, as something more than a friend? I laughed bitterly, that day will never come.

 

I decided that the floor was a good a place as any to wallow in self pity after all. I fell to my knees and hung my head. I started to cry again. My sobs came in violent bursts, where I would scream and thrash and then it would calm to only tears. I felt a knot tighten in my abdomen and I felt sick to my stomach. I gagged and ran to the toilet, I vomited until there was nothing left and I was only dry heaving. I was no longer crying mostly because I was dehydrated than out of self control.

 

“This is fucking ridiculous!” I spat. My throat was dry and sore. I crawled out of the bathroom pathetically and made my way to the kitchen. I stood up with help from the counter. I drank a large glass of water, but still felt no relief. I gave up on re hydrating and grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills. I probably took too many but at this point I honestly didn't give a fuck.

 

I walked over to my bed and laid under the blankets surrounded by misery. All I want is to sleep, sleep everything away. Pretend that none of this was happening. I felt warm tears spill over my eyelids once again. I shouldn't have drank that water, I should have left myself dehydrated. Then maybe I could get a break from this incessant sobbing.

 

I laid in my bed for over two hours, no closer to sleep than when I started. I rolled over and groaned.

“I just want to sleep!” I yelled. “Please, that's all I want!” I begged and put my pillow over my face.

 

“You know, sleeping won't make the feelings go away.” I froze. My heart was beating faster than I thought possible. That voice;I thought, it sounds like....

 

I removed the pillow from my face and sat up quickly.

 

There at the end of my bed was...me.

 

 

 

Short chapter, surprising eh?

Well, I guess I have to write something for you ladies (And Simon)...

 

 

Tell Me Your Secrets

Chapter 10

I finished the form wordlessly, my shame anchoring my heart into my nether regions. I stand up, ready to look for that Phil guy, when I see a blond woman about my age standing right behind me. I jumped.

Did she see everything?! The woman clears her throat.

"Hello, I'm Arlene, the tour manager," she begins saying. "You are Kira, I take it?"

I nod.

She curtly nods back. "Well, now, I'm going to interview you. I have to do that right now, mind you. I wasn't expecting Chris to turn up after one night of panic with a new employee," she continued, a tone of annoyance stinging the last sentence. She sighed, furrowing her bow and putting her golden hair behind her ears. "But Chris will be Chris, so I suppose it'd be best if we started now, hmmm?"

I nod. Again. It was becoming an instinct.

"May I see your form?" Arlene asks.

"Sure," I manage to get out of my mouth. I hand her my paper with a quivering hand. Arlene sat down at the table, scanning my form with her warm hazel eyes. She seemed a bit miffed at the moment, but I was sure that she was a good person most of the time. Arlene motioned me over. "Sit, please."

I plop down onto the chair, ready for the big test. Arlene crossing her legs and held up my papers. She looked up at me.

"Let's begin this interview, shall we?"

 

~~~~~~~~One Nerve-Murdering Interview Later~~~~~~~~

 

Arlene uncrossing her legs, setting the paper down.

"Kira, you are quite a unique character, you know that?"

I swallow. "Thanks," I mumble. I was still a bit twitchy, and I felt like vomiting. I was finally getting a job. Well, hopefully.

"I'm sorry, Kira, but..." Arlene began. My stomach joined my heart in my nether regions. Tears formulated in my eyes. I had failed.

"... I've decided to let you work on tour with us."

I couldn't believe it. I didn't know if I should scream, cry, dance, or kiss Arlene, tongues involved. Well, I quickly eliminated the last option. I'm not living in some story a weird teenage girl wrote.

"I can't believe it..." I murmured. Arlene chuckled.

"I got you there for a moment, didn't I? Sorry, just having a bit of fun. Well, actually, you should be sorry. Touring with one of the world's biggest bands is tough."

"I-it's okay," I stammered. "I'm just thrilled to be here."

Arlene nodded in agreement. "So am I. You'll have fun. I'm going to call the hotel management, they'll get you a room." She walked out of the room, my papers in her hand. I truly was elated. On the outside. But an unpleasant feeling had begun to crawl inside of me...

Then I realized I wasn't here to help Coldplay. I was there to make their lives a living hell. Shit. Even then, I knew things were going to be complicated.

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

 

Chris was talking about something.

Jonny didn't know what.

He was trying to listen, but he couldn't.

It had been seven days since he had slept with Cameron.

He hadn't talked to her since.

He knew what she probably thought of him.

But she was mistaken.

He had thought of little else except how to find a way to spend time with her.

He had almost told Chris the truth several times.

Chris knew something was bugging Jonny, but he didn't know what.

He wanted to ask, but he figured Jonny would tell him when he was ready.

"Jon?" Chris was looking at him with those eyes.

Those big, beautiful blue eyes.

"I do love him," Jonny thought, "I do love him so very much."

"I love you," Jonny said, suddenly to Chris.

Chris' face relaxed.

He sat back in the chair and smiled shyly.

"Really?" he asked, "Lately...well.. you have been kind of distant, so I wasn't sure."

Jonny didn't smile but he looked at Chris.

"I will love you as long as I live," Jonny told him.

A worried look crossed Chris' face.

"Is there something else?" he asked quietly.

"Well, it's just that lately it's been getting to me about how we can't tell anyone."

Chris shifted in his seat.

"Do you want to tell people?" Chris asked.

"No," Jonny said, "I don't. And I know you don't either."

Chris nodded.

"So what will make you feel better?" Chris asked.

Jonny looked away and took a deep breath.

"I'm not sure," he said.

"It's just that I always feel like we are standing at the edge of a cliff and in danger of falling off if we take a deep breath."

"It's always been that way with us," Chris said.

"I know," Jonny said, "It used to be fun. Not it just feels like a strain."

Jonny moved out of his chair and went to sit at Chris' feet.

He laid his head on Chris' thigh and just sat there.

 

 

 

The Glass

Part 3

 

 

 

I woke up, only to realise that I wasn't awake. I had always wondered what it was like in the mind of someone who was under the knife. I'm sure it's not the same for everyone, but now I have a bit more knowledge in the area.

 

For me, everything was green. Lots of grass all around. There was one single tree in the middle of the field. Hanging from one of the branches was a tire swing. I'm pretty skinny, so I figured what the hell? I could probably fit in it. Well... I was wrong, let's leave it at that.

 

After, uh, half an hour, I left the tiny swing behind. I decided to just take a stroll around, see what else was out there. The grass stretched to the horizon, seemingly endless. I was the only one as far as I could tell. Still, I walked on and on, searching for other people. Soon the tree disappeared from sight, and I began to worry a bit.

 

It was only me out there in a vast space of emptiness. No Jonny, no Guy, no Will, no Phil, no anyone. I would even have settled for some paps. To make things worse, it was growing later and later. The bright sun slowly dissolved, leaving behind a trail of orange and pink that faded into the deep blue of the sky. I must have been walking for hours.

 

Stopping to take a small rest, I spotted what looked like a road. I squinted my eyes and found that my guess was correct. It was still far away, but it was definitely there. I gathered my strength, and sprinted to the road. I don't know what good it would have done, because it was only a road. I continued running anyway, though, until I finally reached the sweet pavement.

 

Out of nowhere, a giant van came barreling down the road. At first I didn't think they'd see me, and maybe they'd just hit me, but the car stopped feet before it could collide with my body. A tall man stepped out of the driver's side and walked towards me, his hand extended forward.

 

"Hello, I'm Chris!" he said. What a coincidence, eh?

 

"Hi. I'm Chris, too," I replied, shaking his hand. He seemed friendly enough.

 

"I know. We're all Chris here," he said with a creepy smile and wide eyes. Suddenly, I got the feeling that he wasn't so friendly.

 

"Oh. Then why did you introduce yourself?"

 

"You're new here. But we know who you are. You'll come with us now, we're going on a journey!"

 

"Um... I don't know," I apprehensively said. "I should probably just stay here."

 

"No, you're coming with us. You have to!" His enthusiasm was starting to scare me, but there was still something in his eyes that told me it was all right. These people weren't going to hurt me.

 

"OK," I said, and momentarily hesitated to move as he gestured to the car. Reaching the side door, he opened it for me, revealing two small children in the back seats. I sat in the empty seat next to the little girl, who was staring at me with the same creepy smile and wide eyes.

 

"Hello, Chris!" she chirped.

 

"Hey... Chris?"

 

"Yes, we are all Chris here."

 

"So I've heard."

 

"Would you like to see my drawing?" she asked. Being a polite man, I nodded, and she handed me a crumpled paper with some lines on it.

 

"What is it supposed to be?" I asked.

 

"Iunno," she shrugged. "You work it out." For some reason, that didn't sound odd to me. I looked back at the paper, and was amazed with what I saw. The lines were moving, forming what looked like a giant castle.

 

"It's a castle?"

 

"Yes. We're going on a journey!"

 

"To the castle?"

 

"Yes. You are a very smart man."

 

"Of course he is, sweetie," a voice said. I looked to the front of the van to see a woman sitting in the passenger seat. She was turned to face the little girl, and by God if she didn't have that same horrifying expression on her face. "He is the true Chris."

 

"He is?" she asked in amazement. "You're the true Chris?"

 

"I guess so," I answered. Then I turned to face the woman and asked, "What does that mean, the true Chris?" Her already creepy facial expression managed to twist into the most terrifying thing I've ever seen.

 

"God."

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 9

 

 

 

 

 

"I have to tell you something," Jonny said.

Chris reached down with a slender hand and rubbed Jonny's neck.

"I know," he said, quietly.

"Know what?" Jonny asked.

"About Cameron and you," Chris said.

Jonny looked at him.

"How could you know?" he asked.

Chris put his hand under Jonny's chin and held his face.

"I know everything about you," he said, "Including the bad stuff I would rather not know."

Jonny tried to look away but Chris wouldn't let him.

"No," he said, "Look at me and tell me what you are thinking."

"I am confused," Jonny said, "I love you with all my heart and soul but I can't have a life with you. I need to have a life with someone."

Chris slid out of the chair and took Jonny in his arms.

"My whole being will always belong to you," he told Jonny, "But I want you to have the life you want."

"Even if it isn't with you?" Jonny asked.

"Yes," Chris said, "We will always be friends and always be together in the band, but if that is all you can handle then that is how it will be."

"It just isn't fair," Jonny said, "I want to tell the world what a wonderful person you are. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that you love me...me..that the magnificent creature that is you actually loves an ordinary guy like me. I want to walk down the street and hold your hand and kiss you on New Year's Eve or on top of the giant ferris wheel at the park. I want to cuddle up beside you at the movie theater while we scare ourselves silly with some horror movie. I want to take you to my parents and say this is the person I want to marry. This is the person I want to spend my life with. But none of that's ever going to happen is it?"

Chris rubbed his hand across Jonny's cheek.

"No," he said, quietly, "It isn't going to happen."

"Being with you is just too painful anymore," Jonny said.

"I understand," Chris said.

"I never meant to hurt you," Jonny said, "You know, by sleeping with her."

Chris looked at him, thoughtfully.

"That was nothing," he said, "Just some meaningless biological act. Just like having dinner with her."

"But if I go to her and have a relationship, will that hurt you?" Jonny asked.

"You can have thousands of relationships,Jonny," Chris said, "But you will never be in love with anyone but me. Whether you like it or not."

"Kind of cocky, aren't you?" Jonny asked, smiling.

"You know it too," Chris told him, "It's a once in a millenium thing."

"A millenium?" Jonny asked.

"Yeah," Chris said, "Anyone can have a once in a lifetime love. Those are a dime a dozen. Cupid picked us as the couple of the millenium. To last many lifetimes."

"Cupid? Huh?" Jonny asked, "What have you been smoking?"

"Oh we had a talk....the little pink guy and me....He told me that once there is love...there will always be love. No stupid laws or closed-minded people can erase it. They might stop of us from being together but they won't win. Because together or not, we will still be in love."

 

 

Cupid

 

Chapter 10

 

 

 

FLASH FORWARD

 

"Chocolate," Jonny said, handing Chris a milkshake.

Chris stopped swinging and turned around.

"Hello, Jonny," he said.

"Hi," Jonny said.

"What are you doing here?" Chris asked, "I haven't seen you in months."

"I came for a swing and a milkshake," Jonny said.

He sat down in the swing and began to push himself back and forth.

Chris didn't say anything.

He just started swinging again too.

“How’s married life?” Chris asked.

“It’s okay,” Jonny said.

“What about yours?”

“Yeah,” Chris answered, “She’s a lovely girl who worships me.”

“We are having a baby,” Jonny told him.

“No shit?” Chris asked.

“Yep,” Jonny said, smiling, “You should have seen my mom when I told her. She was so happy. Now she’s making baby blankets and stuff.”

“You will be an awesome dad,” Chris told him.

“You ever think about it?” Jonny asked.

“I don’t know,” Chris said, “I am still too much of a kid myself.”

“That should make you a really fun dad to have then,” Jonny said.

“So when’s the big day?” Chris asked.

“Sometime in March,” Jonny said, “It’s a boy.”

“You know that already?” Chris asked, in surprise.

“Yeah,” Jonny said, stopping swinging, “I told Cameron that I want to name him after you.”

Chris left his swing and walked away.

“Is that okay?” Jonny asked.

“That’s more than okay,” Chris said.

“I just thought it would be right if the two people I love most in the world had the same name,” Jonny told him.

“I’m glad that you are happy,” Chris said.

“I don’t know about happy,” Jonny said, “But I am satisfied. I don’t think about how it should have been. I just think about what is reality.”

“I better get home to the wife,” Chris joked.

“I love you,” Jonny told him.

“I love you too,” Chris said, kissing him on the cheek.

“So a swing and a milkshake…..same time next week?” Jonny asked.

“I’ll be here,” Chris said.

 

The end

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

There was total silence in the room.

Guy ventured a look at Jonny without raising his head.

Jonny was sitting on the sofa with his cap pulled down as far as it could possibly go.

Chris was sitting at the table, absentminedly scribbling on a sheet of paper.

His jaw muscles were clenched and working back and forth.

Will was staring out the window.

The scratching of the pencil lead against the paper was the only sound, except an occasional breath.

They could all hear the scratching get louder and faster and they knew that Chris was getting angrier by the second.

Finally Will turned to him and said, "Stop, dammit."

The scratching ceased automatically.

Chris looked up at Will and flung the pencil across the room.

"Can't I do anything right?" he asked.

Guy wanted to slinky out the door and disappear, but he knew they would never let him get away with it.

Jonny scooted further down into the cushions of the sofa.

"Don't be so dramatic," Will said.

"You hate everything I write," Chris told him, "You don't want to put any of the songs on a new album."

"I didn't say that," Will said.

"This happens every time, " Chris told him, "We fight and fight and fight about what songs to record. You always

think you are right. Well, you aren't. I can think of at least two very auspicious times when you were wrong."

"You don't have to listen to me," Will told him.

"Oh, yeah...It isn't like we have much choice," Chris said.

Will looked around at Guy and Jonny.

He knew they always got nervous when he and Chris argued.

"Let's take this into a different room," he said, nodding his head toward the other two.

"Why? Because you know they will side with me?" Chris asked angrily.

"No," Will said, "Because you are supposed to be the leader and you are acting like a spoiled brat and they don't need to see that."

"Fuck you," Chris spit at him irately and walked off.

Will followed him and grabbed his arm.

"Not so fast," he said, angrily, "I don't take it well when you speak to me like that."

Will drug Chris across the room and shoved him into an adjoing room.

Guy looked at Jonny.

"Should we do something?" he asked, looking frightened.

"No," Jonny said, "Let them work it out."

In the adjoing room, Will was really angry, as his nostrils flared.

He grabbed Chris by the shoulders and shoved him against the door.

"You make me so damn mad," he said.

"Finally," Chris said, "I have been trying to get you alone all day."

They lunged at each with hungry mouths and lusting tongues.

Guy and Jonny both looked at the door when they heard the thud.

"He won't hurt him, will he?" Guy asked.

"No," Jonny said, "I think he just wants to scare him."

But Chris wasn't scared, far from it.

Will was trying to unbutton Chris' shirt and he ripped it a little.

"Damn," he said.

Chris giggled under his breath.

"Nice touch," he said, "Those two will never be suspicious now."

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Twenty minutes later, the door opened.

Will came out first followed by Chris who was glowering at him.

Jonny jumped up and ran to Chris.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Chris said.

"You are pale," Jonny said, "And shaking."

"Don't worry about it," Chris told him.

Guy approached them.

He had a look of horror on his face.

"He ripped your shirt?" Guy asked.

Chris had forgotten about that little rip.

"What?" he asked.

"Here," Guy said, pointing to the tear.

"That's too much," Jonny said, quietly, "He can't get away with that."

Jonny backed away from Chris.

"No!" Chris said, reaching out to grab his hand.

"You are my best friend," Jonny said, "I can't let him manhandle you."

Chris almost burst out laughing.

Nothing felt better to him than being manhandled by Will.

"It is okay," Chris said, "We worked it out."

"Go get him," Guy said to Jonny, motioning toward Will.

Jonny turned and strode up to Will.

Chris made a face and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Will?" Jonny said.

"What?" Will asked, looking up at him.

"Don't you think that was a little bit uncalled for.....being so rough?"

Will closed the magazine he was reading.

"It doesn't concern you," Will said.

But to himself he was smiling smugly as he thought, "Chris likes it a little rough."

"It does concern me," Jonny told him. "He is my friend and you are my friend. We all need to get along."

Will looked at Chris across the room.

"What the hell," he said, "If it will make you happy."

Will stood up and walked across the room.

"Can I talk to Chris alone?" he asked Guy.

Guy nodded and quickly left.

Will leaned close in to Chris.

"I'll see you later, right?" he whispered.

"Apology accepted," Chris said, loudly for the others to hear.

But to Will he said, "Yeah, I'll bring the whipped cream."

 

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

 

"Here, have another bite," Will said holding the spoon up to Chris.

"I don't want any more," Chris said.

Will stepped back and frowned.

"What's this? You don't want any more ice cream?"

Will feigned a heart attack.

"Very funny," Chris said, raising an eyebrow and sticking out his tongue at him.

"I need food," he said, "When is the take-out going to be here?"

Will, scraping the last bits of melted ice cream from the carton, looked at the clock.

"Should be anytime now," he said.

Just then a knock was heard at the door.

"Saved at last," Chris said, dramatically falling onto the sofa.

"Hey," a voice called from the other side of the door, "Let us in."

Will froze in mid-stride.

He looked at Chris.

Chris' lay on the sofa, motionless, with big eyes staring at him.

"Shit," he said, whispering, "It's Guy and Jonny."

Then Will sprung into action.

"Go," he motioned vigorously, "Hide in the closet."

Chris scampered away like a terrified kitten.

"Will.....Will..." Guy called in a sing-song voice.

Will unlocked the door.

At first glance he could tell that Guy and Jonny were both drunk.

They were standing in the hallway with their arms around each other and a beer in each hand.

"We have come to get you drunk," Guy explained, as they stumbled into the apartment.

"I am kind of busy," Will said.

"Doing what?" Jonny asked, looking around.

The doorbell rang.

"Getting food," Will said, opening the door.

The delivery boy handed Will three large sacks of food.

"That's alot of food,"Guy said, "For one dude."

Will took a deep breath.

"Did you ever consider that it is for more than one person?"

Jonny laughed as Guy's face showed surprise.

"You mean you got a girl in here?" Guy asked, winking at him.

Will blushed a little in spite of himself.

"Let's go meet her," Guy said, standing up and walking toward the bedroom.

Will almost stopped breathing.

Jonny caught Guy's arm.

"Don't you know anything?" he asked, "You can't barge in on a lady like that."

"Yeah, I guess you are right," Guy agreed.

"Come on," Jonny said, "Let's get out of here before we ruin the lovebirds night."

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Hot and Cold

 

 

 

 

 

"Hmmm," Will said, sliding his tongue across Chris' muscular but lean back and licking up the last of the Chinese noodles.

"We really have got to start using plates," Chris said, laughing.

"Why?" Will asked, "I don't do dishes and the clean-up is so much more fun this way."

Chris closed his eyes and savored the feel of Will's lips as he licked up the remaining soy sauce.

"That feels good," he said, purring like a satisfied cat.

"Tastes good too," Will said, lying down beside him.

Chris looked at him for a few moments.

"Does the new stuff really suck?' he asked.

Will contemplated the question for a few moments.

"That must be a yes," Chris said, looking a little sad.

"No," Will said, "It isn't a yes. Some of it is really good. It just needs a little tweak here and there."

"I am glad that I can always count on you to tell me the truth," Chris said, "Even when I hate to hear it."

"We agreed that we wouldn't let our personal relationship interfere with business," Will told him.

"Yeah, I think that is the problem with Jonny. We have been close friends for too long and he always worries about hurting my feelings."

"He worries about that alright," Will said, "But it isn't out of friendship."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked.

"Jonny's in love with you," Will told him.

Chris turned over and sat up.

"That's the biggest pile of rubbish I have ever heard," he said.

"Oh I don't mind," Will told him, "Almost everyone you meet falls in love with you sooner or later."

"Except for Liam Gallagher," Chris said, sarcastically.

"I do believe that even that one gorilla at the zoo was checking you out," Will teased him.

Chris raised an eyebrow at him and pushed out his bottom lip.

"Stop making fun of me," he said.

Will looked at him.

"You know what's going to happen when you do that with your lip," he said.

"Ah ha,"Chris said.

Will sat up and threw back the blankets.

He reached over and pulled Chris' naked form into his lap.

"Now," he said touching his forehead to Chris', "Is there anything else you would like to discuss with me?"

Chris ran his delicate, slim hands across Will's well-defined, muscular shoulders.

"You are a fine specimen," Chris said, quietly.

Will slipped one hand behind Chris' neck and gently pulled his mouth forward to meet his own.

"Your mouth is a work of art," Will said.

"Da Vinci or Van Gogh?" Chris asked.

"Michelangelo," Will whispered.

 

 

 

Hot and Cold

 

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

"Where were you last night?" Jonny asked Chris the next morning.

Chris looked at Jonny.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was still wearing the same clothes as the day before.

Chris smirked a little.

"I think the question is Where were you?" he said.

Jonny ran a hand across his tired eyes and laughed.

"Guy and I....we had a little fun," he said.

Chris looked around.

"I guess that explains why he isn't here yet."

"We met a few people," Jonny said.

"A few people?" Chris asked.

"There was this party at the pub we usually go to. We tried to find you, but couldn't. And get this..." Jonny nudged Chris, slyly, "We went by Will's and he had someone there with him."

"I didn't know he was dating anyone," Chris said, innocently.

"Neither did we," Jonny said, "Guy thinks maybe it was a hooker."

Chris almost spit out the coffee he was drinking.

"A hooker?" he asked.

"Yeah, Will was going out of his way to make sure we didn't meet her."

"That doesn't mean anything. Maybe he just didn't want you fools embarrassing him."

The door opened and Guy came in, whistling a happy tune.

"And how are you today?" Chris asked.

"Oh just about right," Guy said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I was just telling Chris about Will's guest," Jonny said.

"Man wasn't that some weird shit or what?" Guy asked, "He had these huge sacks of food and he was very nervous."

"He was probably afraid you were going to steal her or something," Chris said.

"I don't know. He has been acting different for the past three months or so."

"I hadn't noticed," Chris said, looking down, "He still yells at me."

"That's true," Jonny said, "Will hasn't been hanging around us at all. He's always doing stuff."

The door rattled and Will came in.

As usual he just nodded his good morning greetings to them.

"I dare you to ask him," Guy told Jonny.

Jonny looked at Guy like he was crazy.

"You can forget that," he said.

"Chicken?" Guy asked.

"Hell, yes," Jonny admitted.

"Leave him alone, "Chris said, "He is entitled to a private life."