This is my first fanfic!:D It's a Coldplay/Muse crossover, so, bear with me.

As it stands, it's C/J :)

 

R*E*S*P*E*C*T*

 

 

Chris’ POV

I awoke to the dark. I noticed my head was completely encased by my pillow. Reluctantly, I lifted my head and was nearly blinded by the sudden change in light. I groaned as I lifted myself off from my bed, and took a quick glance at my calendar.

 

“Fuck,” I muttered. “It can’t be the first day of school already…”

 

My suspicions were soon confirmed as my mother called- very loudly- for me to hurry up. I’d obviously forgotten to set my bloody alarm clock the night before. I shrugged it off, and sluggishly readied myself.

 

Well, at least Jonny’s there, I thought to myself. I kept thinking about him as I went about my daily school routines and my smile kept growing slowly, though I hadn’t noticed it.

 

“What’s wrong with you, Chris?” my mother inquired. “You’re usually extremely grouchy when it comes to waking up this early,”

 

“I don’t know,” I said, grabbing some cornflakes. “I guess the first day’s an exception. It’s a new year, people’s resolutions may make them nicer to be around,” my mother nodded, accepting my answer as a logical one. While absentmindedly eating, my mind wandered to Jonny. During the break, he’d admitted that he loved me, and I couldn’t deny that the feeling was entirely mutual.

 

“I’m just going to go out and say this,” he nervously said. He had never sounded as brave as he had now. My heart skipped a beat, did he know? My nerves started going out of control, and my heartbeat slowed. I felt dispersed pounds as I stared into his beautiful green eyes. “I love you, Chris,” he sighed. I stared into his eyes with care and took him into my arms excitedly.

 

“I love you too, Jonny,” I whispered in his ear. He smiled at me and took my hand, leading me elsewhere.

 

“Chris!” my mother shouted. “Quit fooling around with your breakfast and get going! You don’t want to be late for your first day!” her anger wore down as her shouting continued.

 

“Don’t worry, mum!” I answered. “I’ll be there on time,” Of course, I was entirely wrong. I checked my watch and panicked. I grabbed my knapsack and took off with a piece of toast in my mouth. I was fully aware that chewing meanwhile running is a choking hazard, but, I was much too hungry, and I was much too anxious to see Jonny to really give a shit. Though I regretted not taking the time to butter the toast…

 

Once I had finished my piece, I picked up my pace to a full on sprint. I hate running in the morning! I bitterly thought. Then I remembered I had phys ed. second period. I cursed once again, but kept sprinting until I almost crashed into the school’s entrance.

“Nice to see you too, door,” I commented before entering. From there, I checked my timetable. I had approximately two minutes to get to class, or I’d be shit outta luck. I ran to my locker and shuffled through the basic needs. I noticed a note was posted on my locker wall, obviously from Jonny. I snatch it, and hide it inside my pencil case before bolting off. At the doorway I looked around quickly, scanning for a seat, hopefully next to someone I could tolerate.

 

I sat myself down next to someone I didn’t know, since it was the only seat left in the classroom. Thanks to my good luck, the professor was even later than me. I turned to the blonde-haired boy seated to my right. He was looking down, presumably reading a comic book of some sort.

 

“Hi,” I say. The boy slightly jumps, clearly wrapped up in his comic that he hadn’t noticed anyone sitting next to him. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” I comment.

 

“Yeah, I am… moved here a few weeks ago, actually,” he uttered in a fast pace. I’d obviously stopped him at an important or action-packed part. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help it. I knew I’d have at least one class with Jonny, and I was feeling practically euphoric just in the thought of seeing him. This made me sound sort of like a fan-girl, but I could care less. But, I began babbling to attempt to contain these feelings.

 

“A few weeks ago? That’s cool… Spiderman, I see,” I mused, looking at the friendly neighborhood Spiderman on the page.

 

“Yeah, it is,” he sped, not taking his eyes off the page. I thought for a few seconds, considering what I should say next.

 

“My name’s Chris, you?” I held out my hand.

 

Without looking, he extended his hand and met mine exactly. “I’m Dominic, but you can call me Dom,” he looked up at me for a second, released my hand and continued reading. He then spoke again “So, you like Spiderman?”

 

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome, I think,” I paused. “I still watch the old cartoons from time to time, actually,” he finished his comic book, and then closed it.

 

“Really?” he inquired with interest. “I have the box set of that, I love it,” he stared off, but left a half-smile on his face. I nod in appreciation then continue.

 

“Is there anything else you like besides Spiderman?” I- naturally curious- ask. “I like knowing at least a little about people that take the time to talk to me,”

 

“Understandable. I’m a team Marvel kinda guy, I swear, if you’re a DC, you’re out the window as a friend, man,” I laugh. He gives me a serious look, as if he means it. I stop laughing, but the smile remains on my face.

 

“Well, I know more Marvel characters than anything,” I utter. “But, I really hope Superman’s an exception,” I laugh. “I mean, that guy can fly, that’s pretty damn cool,” then the professor came in, and our conversation was ended. I looked down at the note that I’d stuffed into my pencil case. I opened it secretly and read it.

 

“Dear Chris,

I figured you’d be late, so I wrote this.

Remember that fourth period we’ve got an English class together.

This year we were close to not having our lunch the same period, but we do.

Don’t be offended, I know you’d forget these things.

I love you anyways.

-Love, Jonny”

 

I smiled at my little sticky note, and then I realized I had indeed forgotten those things. Jonny, always one step ahead of me, making sure I don’t get into shit. Oh, I loved it when he read me like that… or it was because I was just forgetful, I’m not sure.

 

Once the class was over, Dom started talking to me again. “Oh, uhm, Chris,” he was bound for a question. I stopped and listened. “It was nice meeting you; I haven’t really talked to many people,”

 

“Oh, nice to meet you too, Dom,” nice kid, I’ll admit. I knew I’d see him at least once more today or tomorrow, so I continued “See you around,”

 

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I sulked around the hallway, knowing my next period I’d have to do more exercise. Not that I was complaining, is that I have a tendency of tripping over my own two fucking feet. Or, someone else would take the liberty of tripping me themselves. I entered the change room and slipped into my sweats. I sighed, and proceeded into the gym, where I tied my shoelaces.

 

“Oh, it’s great to see you around here, Martin,” I heard someone say. I held my breath, and then bit my lip. I sighed then turned to face him.

 

“I welcome you also, Bellamy,” I fake-happily retort.

“You and Buckland still in love, or did he dump your ass?” I didn’t reply. He taunted further. “Oh, so sorry to hear that he broke your little heart, he probably got annoyed with you, like everybody else did,”

 

“Right, as if everyone hates me, because I’m sitting here, taunting someone else? And then when I’m finished with him, I’ll move on to a little girl. She’s an easy target, and it pleases me to see people put down,” I bravely spat.

 

“You underestimate me, Martin,” he narrowed his eyes.

 

“Well, you can’t spell Matthew without the ‘ew’”

 

“That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard.”

 

“Thanks for your expressive words of concern, jackass,” I spat. The coach blew his whistle and announced what we’d be doing for the next thirty minutes.

 

“I assume you kids know how to play a good game of dodge ball, right?” he smiled, and distributed the teams. Bellamy gave me a look as if to tell me I’m dead. I rolled my eyes, but in my mind all I could say was oh, shit, I’m fucked…

 

 

 

Don't ask me where Guy and Will are, I couldn't think of anything to get them involved in the plot:confused::(

If you're confused, the extra characters are: Matt Bellamy and Dominic Howard of Muse. :D

 

 

Oh shit. I forgot to post a whole chunk of the second chapter in the Holmes story. :thinking: Oh well, that just means you guys get a bigger third chapter when I post it.

And this next fanfic is not the Holmes story, by the way, just something I came up with while eating breakfast. :tongue:

 

 

 

Dream Jonny

 

 

Chris has never told Jonny about Dream Jonny. Somewhat because he’s afraid of what he’ll think. Mostly because Dream Jonny is all his, no one else’s. Dream Jonny is exactly like regular Jonny, same clothes, same hair, same hat, same lovely smile. There’s only one difference between Dream Jonny and regular Jonny. With Dream Jonny, Chris has no secrets. Dream Jonny knows everything single about Chris, his hopes, his fears, his pains, his worries, and loves him still. When Chris is with Dream Jonny he feels nothing else but happiness. He takes away all of his stresses, if only for a couple of hours. Most of his dreams with Dream Jonny are set back in Chris’ college days, back when they weren’t famous and could still go for a walk in the park without being bothered by a fan wanting pictures or autographs. A large number of his dreams with Dream Jonny were just memories in fact. Little memories that regular Jonny might have forgotten long ago about, but were still as vivid as when they were formed to Chris, and they meant the world to him. Dream Jonny doesn’t visit very often though. Chris wishes he did, he can’t remember his dreams without Dream Jonny, or if he dreams really. Regular Jonny tells Chris that he takes to many sleeping pills at times and Chris wonders if regular Jonny has a Dream Chris like he has a Dream Jonny. Most of the time he just pushes the thought away though, after all he was just Chris, and someone as wonderful as Jonny couldn’t possibly feel the same way about Chris.

 

 

One beautiful day Chris found himself walking though the park with Jonny. They were pretty well covered up so they wouldn’t be seen, Jonny even changed hats.

 

“I want to sit down.” said Jonny.

“Alright.” said Chris and they sat down on a nearby bench. They never said much on these walks. They just liked the feeling of being in each others company. They were looking up at the sky, it was a cloudy day, Chris looked to see what shapes he could find in them. He found a duck, a whale, a banana, a horse, and Johnny Depp.

 

“Hey Jonny, look. That’s one good looking cloud!” he said as he pointed upwards. Jonny laughed.

They spent a few more moments in peaceful silence until Jonny had said:

 

“Hey Chris? What do you dream about?”

“You.”

"Really?" said Jonny, shocked at how much truth went into Chris' answer.

"Really. What do you dream about Jon?" said Chris, still looking up at the sky.

“You of course.”

"Really?"

"Yes." Jonny realized that Chris had moved his hand so that it was barely touching his. He smiled and moved it closer. It was the closest either man had ever come to confessing they’d loved each other, but they both knew they did, and knowing was enough.

 

The End!

 

 

Back to the Start

 

 

 

“If you went solo, could I come with you?” Chris asked me with a hopeful grin on his face. Of course he could.

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“That’s it! I’m out of here! Guy doesn’t seem to give a care about Coldplay, now that he’s with his Abbaratidik, or what ever the hell it’s called… Phil left us a couple years ago; we can’t find anyone willing to work with us and you two… Oh you two, haven’t spoken since he,” Will pointed directly I my face, “Got married! Get over it, Chris! Your love has destroyed our band!” And with that our scary drummer- ex drummer left our studio- ex Studio. And like that, Coldplay was over.

 

Not wanting to look at Chris and his most likely torn up face I headed home to Chloe. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard my wife murmuring into the phone. When she saw me she immediately hung up.

 

“He called me, Jon. Will told me what happened,” She looked disgusted. “How are we –How am I, supposed to feed a young child on my own?! I have no job, now you know have no job, and now learning about you and Chris… I can’t do it Jon! I want out! You can see Violet on weekends, or something! I’m not living with a cheating man! Let alone a gay one! Let alone a broke, job-less one!” And for the second time today, my life fell apart.

 

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Three weeks later, after being evicted and going hungry, I finally decided to face Chris. I showed up in what was left of my clean laundry and very hairy around the face. I had the guts to face him finally now, after we had been caught snogging backstage back before I got married. Will had caught us. He kept it secret until it broke up the band. He had been loyal to the end of our reign.

 

I was going to finally tell him, we could do it. I was finally going to bring back our deal we made before both of us got married. I knocked lightly on the door, my heart beating rapidly.

 

“Jonny-boy?” Chris looked shocked, he as I, had not shaved in the three weeks since Coldplay split up. He hadn’t changed his clothes either, it seemed.

 

“Christopher. I have a proposal, some news, and a statement for you. The news, being that Chloe has left me. Left me, for my money was gone, my job was gone, and she had learnt of us. My statement, I have to say to you, is not out of disparity but, its truth. I love you, Chris.” I held his hand, and saw his eyes light up; I slowly grabbed him and pulled him toward my lips. We shared several short kisses and one long passionate one. He then whispered his reply.

 

“What is your proposal J?” Chris’ eyes- a dull grey from the month of stress we had- brimmed with tears.

 

“One day may go farther than this, but for now I have two,” I ask him to rent a place with me. Chris’ eyes dance. They brighten up, to the amazingly blue that I had fallen in love with. I immediately knew his answer. He kisses my lips and then I move them to his ear. “Let’s start a band Chris. Let’s go solo from Coldplay... Start a new chapter.”

 

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R*E*S*P*E*C*T*

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

I sat in the lunchroom attempting to nurse a bruise I’d earned during Phys Ed. I rubbed it a few times attempting to make it hurt marginally less. I hadn’t even touched my lunch; I was overly concerned with hiding the bruise from Jonny.

 

Suddenly, I feel someone sit next to me, I jump and pull my pant leg back down. Stumbling, I almost hit Jonny. “Nice to see you too, Chris,” he said.

 

“Oh, hi, Jonny,” I fumbled nervously, hoping he hadn’t seen me. I quickly changed the conversation. “So, how was your first science class?”

 

“It went okay, but, you’re making pretty simple-talk, is there something you want to tell me?” Shit, he knows me too well. I tried to smile and deny, but he saw straight through me. “What happened now? Lemme guess, you’ve been irritated by Matt again, haven’t you?” I’d been found out, and how am I supposed to lie to him? He’d know I was fibbing anyways.

 

“Fine, I was,” I paused. “He winded me up at the beginning of phys ed, and then proceeded to attack with those bloody contraptions called dodge balls,” he gave me a half-shocked and half-caring expression. I knew he was concerned, but mainly of me.

 

“I’m sure I don’t have to ask what he started on about,” Jonny sternly uttered, he then dropped his voice. “He was mocking us, wasn’t he?” I looked at him, feeling horrible I’d dragged him into this.

 

“Yes, he was,” I replied. Jonny stared out thoughtfully then sighed.

 

“I just don’t understand,” he started. “Why would somebody like him take so much energy in just mocking something…? But we still have to be careful,” he dropped his voice once again. “He is starting a rumor, but it’s true. Just don’t let him get to you, Chris. He’s obviously got nothing better to do,” he thought. “Though someone with that much freedom, you’d think he would,”

 

Jonny had been talking about the fact that Bellamy lived on his own. I didn’t know the purpose of this nor why he did, but I considered him lucky. I wasn’t envious, though; he had to keep a job to maintain himself, which was something I knew I was incapable of. Shit luck for him, not me, but, I guess he was being taught how to be independent. I always considered him to be a bit of a spoiled brat.

 

I looked up from my lunch, and saw Dom wandering about, presumably looking for someone. I called out for him, and got his attention. He swerved around, attempting to find where the voice came from, so I stood and waved. He smiled and waved slightly, then walked towards us, looking slightly defeated for some reason.

 

“Hi again, Chris,” he greeted. Jonny looked confused for a few seconds, and I realized I hadn’t told him about Dom.

 

“Oh! Jonny,” I motioned towards Dom. “This is Dominic,”

 

“Call me Dom, please,” he interrupted. I nodded, and motioned towards Jonny.

 

“And this is Jonny,” they shook hands and nodded at each other. “I met him during first period,” I smiled. “And I’ve known Jonny for a few years now,”

 

“Oh, an old friend. That’s cool,” he stopped. “I move around too much to be able to have one of those…”

 

“Well, you’re welcome around here anytime,” I invited. Jonny nodded and smiled, agreeing with me. “I’m sure you’ll find friends around here easy, you seem like a pretty likable person, man,”

 

“Really? I thought these people around here would just consider me just too dorky,” he looked at us for a few seconds before continuing. “Though I have a feeling one of you two is the same as me,” Jonny laughed and replied.

 

“Is it really that obvious that Chris is a dork?” Dom looked surprised.

 

“Yeah, kind of. My money was going to be put on him being the dork,” I pretended to look offended, and crossed my arms dramatically.

 

“He’s also a bit of a drama king,” Jonny joked. “And just a bit psycho, so if you get creeped out by him at any time, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I narrowed my eyes at him, and he looked about to laugh loudly.

 

“That’s classified information you just gave out, there!” I announce. “What are next, the stories?”

 

“Oh, yes, those are quite amusing, now that you mention it!” Jonny laughs. Dom looks like he had no clue what Jonny was talking about, but humored his jokes.

 

“Looks to me like these are pretty embarrassing,” he mused. Jonny confirms his thoughts and he laughs. “I wish I was around one place enough to have funny stories,”

 

“Around Chris, you’ll probably have yourself a funny story by the end of the school day, trust me on that one,” Jonny and Dom laughed, and I crossed my arms, entirely defeated.

 

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About a week later, things had gotten worse between Bellamy and me. I could tell something was just preventing him from ever being nice to me, or shutting his fucking mouth up. He was becoming smugger and it bothered me. I swore he was going to give our secret away. We did need to tell somebody, but I don’t think that he’s even a shred trustworthy.

 

I was walking home with both Jonny and Dom, as we’d finally convinced him to come along with us and hang out all together. He’d told us he was learning how to play drums, and we couldn’t resist telling him about our band, so, after thorough debate, we won him over. I decided to stray off the conversation once I found a piece of gum keeping one of my most-written in books shut. Next to it was a little post-it note that read “Enjoy :)” I immediately knew who the culprit was.

 

“Fuck him!” I cursed angrily. Both Jonny and Dom turned to me. “He fucking put gum on my fucking notebook!” I took a breath, and Jonny looked understanding. “That little shit Bellamy doesn’t have a slight little piece of respect, does he?”

 

“What? What about him?” Dom softly uttered.

 

“I guess I probably should explain, as Chris would only just curse his brains out,” Jonny calmly sighed. I could tell it was bordered with irritation. “He and this kid named Matt Bellamy don’t really get on well,” he looked at Dom, then at me. “He kind of picks arguments with Chris for no reason,”

 

“I know him,” Dom started. “I don’t- like he wouldn’t- remotely like what you’re saying about him,” he was usually so mellow, but now he sounded agitated and annoyed. “He wouldn’t do those things without purpose…”

 

“Are you friends with him?” Jonny calmly asked. I was too busy gawking at him to speak.

 

“Yeah, I am,” he hotly responded, the mellow was completely gone. Then he paused and took a breath. “I suppose I’m acting a bit like him now, aren’t I?” he took another breath. “I’m sorry about that… I’ve known him for long enough to feel obliged to stand up for him,”

 

Jonny nodded and I closed my mouth. “You’re the only person he’s remotely nice to, then,” I spoke up. “He- out of the blue- hates both me and Jon,”

 

“Hmm… well, I’m not sure myself, he’s never mentioned anything to me,” Dom paused, and thought. “I don’t see what’s to hate with you two,” then he laughed. “But, if he heard you cursing like that, Chris, he’d definitely have something to hate you for.”

 

 

 

:D AH, new chapter complete! :wacky:

Hello everyone, this is the first piece of story writing I've ever done ever so sorry if its a bit rubish. I just always wanted to try posting something in here and I think now I'll do it. Its not centered around Coldplay completely but they play a Huge part in it.

Here it goes...

 

 

Out the window and over the black iron gate I tumble down a flight of stairs. I pick myself up and force my legs to run. They can't give out on me now. Not when Im already outside. Down the sidewalk through the hedge, my bare feet cant push the ground behind me fast enough. I sprint past my school, past our new flashing sign, January 23rd, 2007 ... 1:13 am, ....30 degrees Farenheit...... Welcome to Mission Viejo. I loose my breath... and Ive ran off some of my fear. Now Im 4 blocks away from The House.... in a forgein neighborhood. In safe territory.

 

I slow to a walk, the air is frigid, The House was small and heated but out here in the open Im walking in God's refrigerator. Winter wind turns the sweat on my shoulders to ice, or so it feels like, and the air is cold as a morge, my lungs are inhaling razor blades. It doesnt help that its painfull to expand my lungs, what do I expect after my rib cage was pinned under 200 pounds of weight, and kicked by angry shoes? I forgot to block with the elbows. I need somewhere to sleep for the night. Turning down a small wooded dirt path, I find myself face to face with what looks like an old empty tool shed, door ajar, pait peeling. "Come on in" it says.

I tear away ivy from its handle and pry it open all the way. Theres a rubber mat rolled up on the floor, I unroll just enough of it to lay on, the rest I use as a pathetic blanket. Even with the door shut, wind seeps in from under the door and cracks in the walls. I am so cold, cold enough to cry, salty tears sting the scatches on my cheeks. I almost forgot they were there. I crack open the door a bit and stare up at a steetlamp, silently begging it to warm my body. I run numb fingers over the pebbley goose bumps on my arms and reach into the pocket of my dress.

It pulls out my only hope, my clock, my flashlight, my soul.... my ipod.

My fingers are so numb I can barely bend them. Is the blood starting to freeze in my veins already? I cant steady my hand but I scroll to it none the less, track four from the fourth album of the only thing I can hold onto right now.

I press play and hear it, I hear what sounds like the organ the angels must play in Heaven, and the Voice of my favorite one on earth....

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you"

I feel warmth spread over me with each passing note every riff sending a ray of heat to frozen arms and feet. He's going to try to fix me, someones going to help. I close my eyes and feel the lump in my throat and the urge to shiver melt away. My cuts stop stinging, and I fall off to sleep dreaming of bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair. I fall asleep with four guardian angels, one on bass, one on drums, the other, lead guitar, and a singer. I dont even feel tiny ants crawling over my ankles. I feel safe and and warm with a song that feels like invisible sunlight. This must be what its like to be loved.

 

 

 

The End : )

 

 

 

 

Ok so, the bit before the first underscore line thingy was originally the end of chapter 2 but I forgot to put it in. Silly me. :tongue: The rest is chapter 3. (Sorry it's kind of shit by the way.) :uhoh:

 

 

Dan The Painter

 

 

 

Chris yelled in obvious surprise. He jumped back, looked at where the needle punctured him, and shot Holmes a look of disbelief. For a second he stood there drifting in and out of consciousness until he collapsed on the floor. This happened very quickly to my dismay.

 

“Holmes! Are you mad?!” yelled I at my colleague.

“Slightly Watson, slightly.” He replied. Never in my life have I encountered a man with such arrogance as that of my dear friend Sherlock Holmes. I fell to my knees and quickly checked the poor unconscious mans pulse.

“He’s breathing. Barely.”

“My dear Watson, I am afraid that you worry too much.” said he chuckling to himself. He glanced at his watch then groaned in annoyance.

“What’s the time? My watch seems to have stopped.” said he. I looked at my watch and I was surprised at how long I had gone without sleep.

“4:36 AM.”

“Very good then, we have a couple of hours until the phone call.”

“I shall stay here and watch over this man Holmes.”

“I simply put the man to sleep, nothing will happen. He’ll wake up tomorrow, slightly disoriented of course, but he’ll be fine.”

“I’d rather not risk it.”

“Suit yourself, I’m going home, I‘ll be back in two hours.”

“What?”

“In two hours it’ll be around 7 that gives you two hours to sleep yourself while I watch over the lad. I need you fully focused tomorrow.” said Holmes as he walked out the doorway.

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Holmes came back, just as he promised, in two hours. I was very grateful to him, I had been drifting off and was very tired. I was able to sleep an hour then go home to take a much needed shower. I returned to find Holmes asleep. It took several tries to wake him, but in the end I succeeded.

 

We awoke the gentleman at a quarter to nine. He woke up, disoriented like Holmes had predicted, and went to take a quick shower. Holmes told the man to listen to every single detail of the phone call and tell him precisely what he was told. No sooner had he said that when the phone rung. I glanced at my watch, it was exactly 9 o’ clock.

 

“Uh, hello? Yes, this is. Ok. The one downtown near the park? Ok. How many? Ok I’ll be there.” Chris had hung up the phone and looked at Holmes for a second. Holmes was looking out the a window, without turning around he said impatiently:

 

“Well? Come on! What did he say?”

“He said to meet him at the McDonalds downtown right now. He said not to sit near a window and I could bring 2 friends if I had doubts, but no police. And that the 2 friends should be seated near us.”

“And how will you know who he is?” inquired Holmes.

“He said he’ll be the one with the grey sweatshirt and black jeans.”

“Alright then! Off we go.”

 

We walked out of the mans studio and hailed a cab. While in the cab Chris realized that we had been the ones who had woken him up.

 

“Wait a second…. How did you two wake me up? Did you stay at my studio?” he said with a confused look on his face.

“Well Watson watched over you so you wouldn’t have one of those not breathing fits commonly associated with taking more than the recommended dose of morphine.” said Holmes calmly.

“What?!” the man exclaimed.

“Well you see, half of the syringe was meant for me as it were, but you decided to get difficult and so I had no choice. By the way, you should probably avoid drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours.”

“Why?!”

“Do you really want to argue with the man who stabbed you with a needle?”

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We arrived at the McDonalds and Chris sat in a corner booth, Holmes and I sat at a table nearby.

He looked up to the menu board over the cash register and looked through the choices briefly.

 

“Watson, are you hungry?” said he.

“No. We can eat later Holmes. After this business is done with.”

“Very well then.” he reluctantly agreed and surveyed his surroundings. A couple minutes later a man came through the door matching the description Chris had given Holmes. Chris signaled for him and the man sat down. The man looked to be about in his late 20’s, not a rich man but not a poor man either. He had dark brown hair and saddened grey eyes. I was looking at the same exact man Holmes was looking at, but I could tell he knew a great deal more than I did. He sat down and introduced himself to Chris. I could barely hear what he was saying for he was whispering and Holmes and I were seated out of earshot. I could make out though from what I had heard that he was Australian, anything else I could not deduce.

 

A couple minutes later the man left and Chris walked over to our table.

“Well? What did he say?” asked Holmes.

“He said his name was Dan. He said he worked for a guy named Ezra White, a powerful underground character in London. He says Ezra is looking for Will.”

“Ezra White. Yes I’ve heard of him, not a man to mess with…. Continue.”

“Well Will asked him for a loan, a big one, and he doesn’t have the money to pay him back.”

“Why, pray tell, would he need a loan? He is in a world famous rock band. He surely has money.”

“Will has a bit of a gambling problem, Mr. Holmes, and when we went to Vegas on tour he lost more than he could pay back.”

“How much?”

“Uh…. one million….”

“Well… that is a problem, isn‘t it?” Sherlock thought for a moment.

“We should find him before Mr. White does shouldn’t we? What else did Dan tell you?”

“That he wants to help us. He gave me his phone number if we needed it. Other than that, nothing else.”

“Watson, what did you deduce about the man?” said Holmes to me.

“Well Holmes, I think we’ve been through this more than enough times to know that whatever I’ve observed, you’ve observed and then some, so what have you deduced Holmes?” I asked.

“He’s is in his late 20‘s, a painter. He was once married, but his wife died. He walked here. He works more than he should. He is from Australia obviously, a smoker, and he has chronic depression.”

“And how did you come to know all that?" said I in a rather curious tone.

"Watson, you really must learn to observe. Just know that the information I have given you is true. Anyway! Enough of that. I know all that is needed about him. We need to locate Mr. Champion. But first! Breakfast. I’m sure he’s safe. Mr. White wouldn’t be looking for him if he hasn’t found him already.” remarked Holmes confidently. I supposed he was right, for now, Mr. Champion was safe. Besides, knowing Holmes, this is probrably the last time he will eat until he finds him.

 

 

Hello lovely people.

Not new in writing fan fictions and loving Coldplay but new in posting here :)

Just a drop of a little story I was writing ... I leave you the desire in wanting to read more or not.

Thanks :)

 

 

 

 

Sparkling Red Wine

 

Paring - Chris/Jonny

 

Sorry for my messy English.

 

Never knew before.

Probably I fell asleep, then all this silence woke me up.

So I was saying … saying.

Oh in the silence of this night don't tell me that I talk too much.

You and your mute sound.

What are you trying to tell me?

Why are you staring at me?

Me and my ups and downs.

How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck between your hands?

What don't you want me to hear?

Did I hear you say you love the way I move my hands while talking?

Stain me with red wine while somewhere, someone is whispering sparkling words of love.

And you can take a picture of me and then show me where my future belongs.

Make it clear for me too.

And all because she left me.

She left me and I don't know if I should feel lost and incomplete.

She left me and I don't know if she took away pieces of me.

Maybe you can find all these tiny pieces lying on the floor between all my scattered clothes.

Bite me and leave marks on my skin because I was owned before and now I'm only alone and incomplete.

She cried and asking if it was wrong, wanting me staying a bit more.

More than this.

More then all the bottles of red wine drank waiting for someone knocking at her door.

More than staying here inventing stupid excuses.

More than saying lame words.

More than having wrong impressions.

Was I trying to say … Oh my love, my treasure and your sparkling world.

I tried. I failed.

Oh brother I ruined her beautiful make up and shiny smile.

Her dress fell in pieces but she doesn't see the world in the same way I do.

She tried to walk my road but now the glass is empty.

I guess she found out that I was only a moment of sparkling light and now it's night.

And now it's night and there's this feeling of mine.

I'm lost like a sailor man in the middle of an ocean.

Sitting at the end of your bed with a strange feeling laughing at the back of my neck.

And memories are like raindrops. They are drenching me.

Drench my skin and wash away my sins. Wash away my sins and don't ask me about my hunger.

Starve me!

No don't feed me!

 

 

Sparkling Red Wine

 

Paring - Chris/Jonny

 

Rating - NC/17

 

 

 

Never knew before.

Probably I fell asleep, then all this silence woke me up.

So I was saying … saying.

Oh in the silence of this night don't tell me that I talk too much.

You and your mute sound.

What are you trying to tell me?

Why are you staring at me?

Me and my ups and downs.

How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck between your hands?

What don't you want me to hear?

Did I hear you say you love the way I move my hands while talking?

Stain me with red wine while somewhere, someone is whispering sparkling words of love.

And you can take a picture of me and then show me where my future belongs.

Make it clear for me too.

And all because she left me.

She left me and I don't know if I should feel lost and incomplete.

She left me and I don't know if she took away pieces of me.

Maybe you can find all these tiny pieces lying on the floor between all my scattered clothes.

Bite me and leave marks on my skin because I was owned before and now I'm only alone and incomplete.

She cried and asking if it was wrong, wanting me staying a bit more.

More than this.

More then all the bottles of red wine drunk waiting for someone knocking at her door.

More than staying here inventing stupid excuses.

More than saying lame words.

More than having wrong impressions.

Was I trying to say … Oh my love, my treasure and your sparkling world.

I tried. I failed.

Oh brother I ruined her beautiful make up and shiny smile.

Her dress fell in pieces but she doesn't see the world in the same way I do.

She tried to walk my road but now the glass is empty.

I guess she found out that I was only a moment of sparkling light and now it's night.

And now it's night and there's this feeling of mine.

I'm lost like a sailor man in the middle of an ocean.

Sitting at the end of your bed with a strange feeling laughing at the back of my neck.

And memories are like raindrops. They are drenching me.

Drench my skin and wash away my sins. Wash away my sins and don't ask me about my hunger.

Starve me!

No don't feed me!

Wearing only a plain t – shirt and wondering if I fell in love with you before knowing your face.

Did I hear your name somewhere?

Was it whispered before knowing you?

Jonny I can't get enough this bedroom suddenly became too little for us.

Jonny I can't explain, can't repeat what you mean for me.

In the middle of the night I can't find any escape but touch myself.

And now the glass is empty and in the club I'm staring at how people are dancing, moving and breathing.

Bodies sliding and hands searching company.

Pour me more red wine.

Filling another glass, I would like to say that I found the world I was waiting for.

Inside you.

Around you.

And no, I'm not sitting in one nameless club playing with a bottle of red wine, filling what she took away.

I'm here sitting at the end of your bed.

The end of December, between my fingers there's something that I found under your bed.

I smile staring at the little black guitar pick, lying in the middle of my palm.

Your universe.

My universe.

Outside it's snowing but inside me it's a summer day, with red and gold fishes swimming like a rush of blood that you are painting on my skin every time you say my name.

And yes she's gone maybe tomorrow she will come back or maybe not.

Maybe she will come around, thinking that I'm a lonely and uncatchable prince.

Maybe she will say nasty things and hate herself.

Maybe I will just sit on your bed waiting for you to come around.

Love can be a cruel and insane king.

Love can be a possessive and jealous king.

My glass is empty, pour me another shot of red wine.

What time is it?

You drink the last remain of wine, understanding that some secrets will never see the light of a brand new day.

Some wounds are just meant to remain opened wounds.

Just a mere inch before knowing you all over again.

Did I see you somewhere before?

Did I whisper your name before?

No escape. No great escape for a future king chained to all his past and silent words.

Dawn is only a few hours away and you scream out in agony trying to catch all your secrets hanging up in the air.

I want you in a way that is like thick, sticky, black liquid dripping all over me, covering my skin and taking hold of my heart.

What it feels to be you?

What it feels to have you all over me?

Heavy breathing and searching lips. God never knew that what I was searching for was standing beside me.

Never bothered in looking in your eyes more than I needed to do.

And all I know, I will say it to you.

I will sing it to you.

Lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling knowing that every little detail of yours is tattooed on my skin.

“Chris.”

Blue eyes finding green ones.

“Come with me love.”

I never knew where you were escaping and what was your insane passion.

“Jonny?” I call stepping outside, gentle snow falling on your jacket.

You don't say more than my name but the wind is talking to me and panic is melting away.

Parked outside your house there's a motor bike, shiny and black.

Dark and sensual, fast and greedy like an orgasm.

Like your eyes on me.

A new side of you that makes me fall more in love with you.

What are you hiding from me?

I always wanted someone who could see the world in the same way I do, now I'm not that selfish anymore.

I want to see your world Jonny.

Silently sliding sit behind you, arms slowly rubbing against your thick leather jacket.

Your smell is familiar yet somehow new.

Something that I always thought it would be part of your scent.

“Take me somewhere.” I ask softly leaning on your back.

But not so far away.

Early morning enlightening all the streets of the city with us on a motor bike gently sliding like silk between traffic.

My hands clasped on your waist and it's like all the wasted time can be easily taken back.

“Jonny.” I call you with desire licking at my skin.

I know it's wrong but I'm letting myself sink into damnation, wanting to pull you down with me.

And tell me is it that bad to want you in a way that can break us forever?

You drive in silence and I never knew that you had a motor bike.

I never knew you were going around with a black helmet hiding your face and love from the rest of the world.

Now I can give a word to all the times I saw your eyes getting lost somewhere.

Hours or maybe only minutes driving around a half asleep city on a motorbike with all the faces walking around, busy in getting somewhere.

Kids being dragged to school.

Girls chatting on the streets.

Men rushing to work and old men taking around their dogs.

Life is going on. Somewhere.

I'm with you and you are letting me see your life through your eyes.

And no I'm not surprised when you stop the motor bike's engine in front of your house.

I think or now or never.

No words are said. No looks are exchanged between us.

We are there to fall I know it.

And before I will say something stupid or just turn and avoid your eyes my lips are on yours.

Hands possessively on my face and lips hungrily learning what is all about in kissing me.

“Jonny please.” I whisper against your damp lips.

I thought about the way your skin would feel under my thirsty lips.

Under my greedy tongue while licking strange and wet patterns.

Feeling your heartbeat underneath it, and the way you jump when I blow air on it.

Sunday morning is on all its glory and it's not like sinning. No.

It's more like finally opening my eyes catching what I always wanted.

You. Jonny.

You call my name and I wonder how it can sound so different from all the lips calling it.

And now I know that from this morning and on my name will sound different. Forever.

Hands sliding on your back, short nails lightly scratching you.

“You don't seem so familiar.” I whisper breathing hard while opening my thighs more.

“Stop me now because later I will be gone.” You ask an inch away from my lips.

Where's your wife?

Where's your love?

But I only know this my love, never knew what I was searching for until now.

You moan as my fingers are teasing your cock.

Sunday morning with me lying under you with you stoned of something that you are passing on me too.

Eyes like holes burning through me. Holes that I want to fill.

“Jonny.” I moan, fingers pushing inside me.

I really don't know if I want to fill your void or mine.

All I know is that sex is a word that I used too many times before.

Too many times, for my own taste and thought to know everything about it.

I was wrong.

What it feels to have you inside me?

What it feels to feel your naked, sweaty skin sliding against mine?

Breathing fast, establishing new connections.

The way you move, the way you make love taking everything I have to give.

Everyone wants a piece of me.

And you are a greedy bastard and want all.

I let you sink deeper inside me because nothing can be more good than this.

Moving over me with eyes locked on mine.

Legs around your waist and can you say that maybe it's you saving me?

My hands sliding on your lower back, because I'm hungry for more of you.

Greedy bastards we are.

Touching myself with your hand fast coming and covering mine.

“Chris.” You moan rubbing your forehead on my chest.

It's a moment and in your eyes I see your world.

I come arching my back and offering what you might want from my body and soul.

I'm eating your cock should I feel dirty?

Towering me, you lean down with your head capturing my lips and orgasming.

Silently shivering, coming, filling me with warm spunk.

I stare at you thinking about all the times I tried to picture the way you would come.

The way you would orgasm and this is so far away from my imaginary.

My lead guitarist.

“I love you.” I say.

“I guess that I love you more.” You smile hands entwining with mine, lips hushing all my doubts.

You fall asleep with your face hiding in my neck.

Damp hair tickling my chin.

And later I let you drive me back at home and this city is wide awake, my smell is on you and I don't want any more red wine.

“Sing me, sing me little blond prince.” You softly sing while sliding through all this traffic.

“What do you want me to sing Jonny boy?” I ask smiling.

“About the green eyed man who fell in love with you.”

 

 

I'm sorry:(

 

╟theriskthatyoutake╢

 

 

 

“What are we going to do?”

 

Will sat at the table, eating a bowl of cornflakes. Beside him, Guy was reading an old novel, and Chris and Jonny were in the other room, most likely making out. Guy cringed at the thought, and started imaging the hot chick he’d seen on the way to the supermarket earlier that morning.

 

“Uh…I dunno…Chris! Jonny! I’m giving you two minutes to come out here!” Guy yelled, setting the book down onto the table.

 

Chris and Jonny emerged from the archway several moments later, both looking rather flushed. Jonny stepped forward and pulled out a chair for Chris, before doing the same for himself.

 

“Now, what do you need us for?” Jonny asked, “because Chris and I have some important, uh…reading to catch up on.” Jonny looked at Chris and shrugged.

 

Guy coughed. “Reading?” He raised his eyebrows, a sly grin spreading like wildfire across his face.

 

“Uh, yeah.” Chris nodded. “We joined a book club. We’re reading…um…The Sisterhood of the, uh, Travelling Pants…”

 

Guy chuckled. “What’s happened in the book so far, then?”

 

“Well,” Chris straightened in his sit a little, and cleared his throat, trying to seem professional and dignified, “these four teenagers, well… Its summertime in America…and all the girls are separated. Blake Lively gets sent to soccer camp, America Whatsername goes to her dad’s house, some girl called Lena goes to Greece, and the person that’s on Gilmore Girls has to stay home.” Chris grinned, clearly impressed by his effort.

 

Will gave him a ‘say what?’ expression, and Chris slumped back down in his chair.

 

“Look, Chris,” Will sighed, “that’s a blatant rip-off of the film’s basic plot. You’re not in any book club… Anyway, Guy and I wanted to call this meeting-type-thingy to discuss what’s happening…” Will turned to face Guy. “Guy,” Will gestured towards him, “would you like to begin?”

 

Guy nodded. “Okay, well the fact of the matter is… We have way too many incompetent teenage brainwashed fans… This is obviously Chris’s fault for wanting to tour with Miley Cyrus, so, I’m thinking the only way to make this even is to kill him. Everyone agree?” Guy raised his hand.

 

Everyone looked at Guy in astonishment – and shock – before Will finally said, “No. Look, they’re only crushing on us and ogling us ‘cause we’re so hot… Anyone know where I’m going here?”

 

“Nope.” Chris looked genuinely confused, though he also looked like he didn’t care a bit. “I know it sucks to have so many fans, but they’ll be gone soon. Hopefully…”

 

“Look, guys, I’ve got a plan… You wanna hear it?” Will asked.

 

Chris and Jonny nodded, while Guy had his nose back into the book he had been reading.

 

“What do you propose we do?” Jonny inquired.

 

“They only like us because we’re so attractive, right?” Will stated. “Well, boys, it’s time to become unattractive.”

 

 

 

SPRING & WINTER

chapter 20

 

 

 

 

A few days after we had shared the kiss, Guy invited me to go swimming again. Mrs. Bennett, who had delivered the message, kept going on and on about how it was going to be so warm out, and how I should accept his invitation. I, however, was divided on the matter. I thought that I should go; we needed to talk about what happened eventually. On the other hand, part of me wanted to hide from him. I knew it was cowardly to try and avoid meeting Guy, but I felt that I was in dangerous territory. It seemed like everything could suddenly explode in our faces.

 

Finally, however, Mrs. Bennett’s cajoling and my own desire to see my friend won the battle. At midday, I got my mare from William and rode off to the Berrymans’ estate. The weather was gorgeous, but as the old housekeeper had warned, it was getting particularly warm. By the time I reached the front of the manor, my horse’s chestnut coat was shiny with sweat. I patted her on the shoulder, only to grimace and wipe my hand on my trousers.

 

“Chris!” called Guy. His sing-song voice floated across the grounds. To my surprise, he came drifting out of the garden. As he got closer, I could see his smile. He looked absolutely wonderful. Finally, he reached out and took my hand in his. There were traces of soil in his grip, but I didn’t mind. “So, you made it. I was hoping you could,” he said.

 

“I wouldn’t miss the opportunity,” I answered, resting a hand on one of his slim shoulders.

 

Guy nodded slowly in agreement. “Well…?” he began. “Want to go now?”

 

“Whenever you’re ready, Guy. Should I wait inside?”

 

“Oh, no,” he muttered. “The stables are right over there. I’ll be right back.”

 

This time, when we made it to the water’s edge, I wasn’t as hesitant to join him. Guy watched interestedly as I shed my clothing, his dark eyes moving up and down, back and forth.

 

“Stop staring,” I said finally.

 

“You’re too handsome,” he defended, turning around to step out of his clothing. “Perhaps if you weren’t, I wouldn’t stare at you.”

 

“You are certainly…brazen.”

 

“Am I? I never thought I was before,” he thought aloud. “Perhaps you’ve brought it out in me.”

 

“Guy, about everything…” I wanted to try and sift through what was going on, but Guy seemed to have no interest in that. He took off and leaped into the water, throwing droplets all over the sun-soaked dock. I slipped over the edge to join him, or maybe to pursue him. “Guy…” I groaned.

 

He completely ignored me.

 

“If you don’t answer, I’m not going to talk to you at all. I’m leaving,” I warned. I was becoming a bit agitated and offended. He couldn't pretend that nothing happened. We would have to face this sooner or later.

 

“All right,” he snapped, pushing his wet hair away from his eyes. “All right, Martin. I’m sorry I kissed you. It shouldn’t have happened.”

 

I gently took a hold of his arm and winced at how tense his muscles were. “I didn’t say that…I really do love you. I just…”

 

Guy shook his head. “I wish I didn’t love you. It would be easier that way.”

 

“I know. But you can’t ignore this.”

 

“No,” he quietly admitted, staring at the water. “What are we going to do, then?”

 

“You could kiss me,” I offered. My heartbeat was fluttering nervously. Guy traced my collarbone with the tip of a finger. He continued down my chest and slipped his hand around my back, leaving me weak at the knees. Finally, he entwined his fingers in my hair and kissed me. He pulled away for a moment, uncertain, but I told him to keep going.

 

Slowly, he pressed his entire body up against me. I just melted into his arms, kissing spots around his jaw and neck. “Oh God…” he gasped.

 

“Do you want to stop?” I asked, breathless.

 

“No,” he moaned. “Never.”

 

 

 

R*E*S*P*E*C*T*

 

Here's the next chapter! This one's a bit of a longish one, soooo, bear with me!;)

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

We knew Dom had skills, but we hadn’t expected him to practically be pro. Both Jonny and I stood gawking at him, while he scratched the back of his head nervously.

 

“You’re the best drummer we’ve ever heard, Dom!” I exclaimed.

 

“I’ve heard better, I mean, I’m no professional,” he humbly shied.

 

“Nonsense, Dom!” I continued. “You’re great, and I mean it!” I paused, staring at him with a strong energy that he sensed and found slightly creepy, but I didn’t cut my glance. “I actually think that Jonny would agree with me here,” I looked at him, and he nodded, seeming to know what I was talking about. Dom looked genuinely confused. “I want to ask you if you could be our band’s drummer!” I kept the look, expecting a positive answer.

 

He had been smiling, but he paused. He looked almost afraid to say what he was planning on saying. “Well, I’m actually already in a band, Chris,” he looked down. “And I don’t think I can keep up with two bands pulling me this way and that, I need to focus on graduating, really,” I understood, though couldn’t help asking whose band it was. He bit his lip, pondering his reply. “It’s Matt’s band… he’s lead,” he quietly mumbled.

 

“You don’t sound like you’re too happy about that, Dom,” Jonny quietly remarked. I could tell he was sympathetic towards him, though I all I wanted to do was shake Dom into common sense. That Bellamy is an evil one, and to me, he’s putting Dom down if he’s not happy about his band leader!

 

“Well, I know Chris doesn’t like him, and I don’t want to start something again,” he half-smiled. “Truth be told, I argue with him more frequently than he does with you, Chris,” I looked at him, completely bewildered. “He’s a bit of a crazy perfectionist, so when writing, you do not want to piss him off,”

 

“See, Chris?” Jonny remarked. “You can be like your enemies,” I looked at him, confused. “He’s a crazy perfectionist; you’re a psychopath perfectionist… I wonder what else you have in common,” he mused. I glared at him evilly and Dom laughed loudly, almost knocking himself over, having still being seated behind the drum-set.

 

A few hours later, Dom had to go home, but Jonny still had a few hours with me, still. We’d gone outside to my backyard and played a small game of football, one on one. I quickly learned I needed more foot control. I was running as fast as I could, then Jonny pulled a simple footwork trick; I hadn’t lost the ball or my footing, though I kicked into our makeshift net and finally lost my balance.

 

“Chris! You almost hit your neighbor’s cat!” Jonny bellowed at me. He was laughing half-through his scream, and stumbled over to help me off the floor. Both of us erupted into mad laughter. “Tha- that cat would’ve been sent- ha- flying!” Jonny continued laughing.

 

“And- and- it would’ve been launched into fucking outer space!” I contributed, being completely unable to resist the laughing fit. This continued for several minutes. Jonny sat with me on the ground, us both laughing simultaneously. Eventually, we stopped, and looked at one another. I looked around and saw that we were not in eyeshot of anyone else, so I leaned closer to him, slightly chuckling.

 

“I need to tell you something, Jonny,” I whispered.

 

“What might that be, Chris?” he asked calmly. I moved closer to him, and rested my head on his shoulder. He welcomed me by wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

 

I moved my face to meet his eyes. “I love you, Jonny,” I whispered. “And I always will,” I stared into his beautiful green eyes, and saw a sparkle in them I’d always seen. I appreciated the love and tenderness in his eyes when he looked into mine. It felt like a comforting hug even if he was on the other side of the room.

 

“I love you too, Chris,” he softly, but clearly whispered. He reached for my hand and I willingly entwined my fingers with his. Jonny’s hands had always been smaller than mine, so I felt more in control. I could tell Jonny didn’t mind this; he’d already told me he found it kind of sexy that way.

 

I turned to him, worried that my mother may walk into the kitchen and see us through the window. “Why don’t we go inside to my room, J?”

 

“Are you trying to seduce me, Martin?” he questioned. Shit, he’s on to me!

 

“You’ll see what happens, Buckland,” I squinted my eyes and came closer to his face. “Wait… and see,” I teased. He shrugged and lifted himself off of the ground. I was right after him. We went inside the house, and I led him to my bedroom. On our way there, I heard my mother.

 

“Tired from playing outside, boys?” she asked. I answered her with an exasperated ‘yes’. “Don’t track mud into my house, Chris!” she warned. I answered her- again- with an exasperated ‘I won’t mom’. I rolled my eyes slightly and Jonny quietly snickered at me.

 

“At least she cares, man,” he commented. I gave him a dirty look, and then shut the door of my bedroom. I continued to stare at him, and he continued to back away. I trapped him up against a wall, near my Bob Dylan poster. I put my hands on the wall beside either side of Jonny’s head. He looked at me intensively, and half-smiled.

 

“You’re stuck here, Buckland,” I whispered harshly.

 

“I think you’re more trapped than me, Martin,” he took hold of my waist with one hand, and brought me closer. My hands released, and I placed one hand on Jonny’s cheek and another on his back, near his shoulder. He laid his lips on mine, and I eagerly greeted him. I pulled him closer, and soon we found our hands wandering. Even though Jonny looks innocent, he really is pretty damn good with teasing.

 

“Cruel, but beautiful, Jonny,” I whispered in his ear. He again ran his hand down my leg. I bit my lip, and he kissed me once more.

 

“Why thank you, Mr. I’m-in-control,” he teased. He kissed me passionately for a few seconds, and I took hold of his belt. He smirked, and I kissed his forehead.

 

I caught myself moaning against my will, and I pulled him in, in a more passionate way than before. Suddenly I heard my mother call for me from downstairs. I jump; Jonny flattens out any evidence on himself, and then quickly directed me to look in the mirror. “Yeah, mum?” I answered as naturally as possible.

 

“Come here, Chris! You have a phone call!” she bellowed. I sighed, and ran my hand through my hair. I walked downstairs and answered the phone, pretending to have messed up my hair on my own.

 

“Hello?” I answer, trying to mask my obvious frustration. I bit my lip.

 

“Hi, Chris, it’s Will,” I felt like hanging up at that second. I didn’t reply, and gave him a spot to elaborate on that. “I really need to talk to you about something, man… it’s about Jon,” he sighed. I stopped breathing for a few seconds, and stared at the stairs uselessly. “Hello, Chris, you there?” he demanded.

 

“Yeah, I am…” I paused. “What about Jonny?” I began worrying. Had we become too obvious, or did Bellamy convince Will? My heart slowed as I listened to Will.

 

“Well- actually, I’m not really comfortable on speaking about it on the phone,” he chorused. “Could I talk to you sometime…? Preferably soon,” he rushed. I stood and didn’t answer. I wanted to let my jaw drop, but I needed to act naturally around my mother or she’d think something was wrong, and she won’t stop quarrying about it until I’d answered her properly.

 

“Uh… is it anything, err, bad?” I questioned nervously.

 

“I’m not too sure, depends on what you make of it,” he paused. “I promised Jonny I wouldn’t say anything, but I can’t stand you two keeping secrets from one another, it’s just not right,” secrets? Jonny? I couldn’t think of anything of the sort, he always told me everything, way more than he knows.

 

“Oh… uhm, well, out of respect to Jonny, shouldn’t you not be telling me this?” I asked, almost wanting to question him on the accuracy of his news.

 

“Well, yeah, but I also need some answers, Chris,” he spat. “I don’t understand everything, and I only know one side, I need to hear it from you.”

 

I said okay, and asked him to come over on Sunday, so we could talk. I stared off into space, and my mother began talking to me. “What was that about?”

 

“Oh, he was wondering how I was doing, and I invited him over on Sunday,” I calmly replied. My mother nodded, and said it was okay. I thanked her, and slowly made my way upstairs. I was shaking; what did Will know? I needed to talk with Jonny, but I was much too nervous to ask questions.

 

“What happened, Chris?” Jonny asked me once I came into eyeshot.

 

“Err… it was Will,” I paused, fiddling with my fingers. “I need to talk to you, Jonny… I think the multicolored cat’s out of the bag,” I slowly replied.

 

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Dom’s POV

After telling Chris and Jonny about the band, I instantly felt bad. I was giving too much information away without asking first…

 

The cold wind made me shiver; I put my hands in my pockets and scrunched down into my jacket. Well, it was actually Matt’s jacket, but it had been too big for him, so he gave it to me. I thought about him; was he really that influential in my life? I sighed, and kept walking home. I stared straight ahead, in the direction I was taking.

 

Chris and Jonny were nice enough to me, but Matt had a problem with them. I stalled to tell them anything, for I really knew why he was so keen on putting them down. It’s not that I blame him exactly; he’s been through a lot these past few years. I’d been right beside him, and endured the same, but I turned out happy. I guess it’s his upbringing…

 

I tried to stop thinking about it, but I knew sooner or later that I’d be stuck with the thought of him again. He acted so differently in front of me, like the mature, crazy, loving and fun person I know he is; but with them it was completely different. They were something he still isn’t; accepted.

 

I shut my eyes tightly, and opened them suddenly. I knew I was crazy, and spending time with Matt didn’t help much on the betterment of my sanity. I realized this as soon as I stepped through the doors of my house.

 

“Oh, nice of you to join me, Dominic,” I heard Matt say, he leaned on a wall.

 

“Hi,” I greeted as I took off my winter gear. He tapped his foot impatiently.

 

“Where’ve you been, really?” he asked. I had told him that I was going on a small shopping trip for Valentine’s Day, and I’d be hiding it with someone else so he couldn’t find anything for him it in my room. He obviously noted on the fact that I’d been lying. Though it was my plan for later on to do it, really.

 

“I did exactly like I told you,” I lied. “I went shopping and then hid it with a friend.”

 

“You do know I can tell you’re lying, right?” he always knows. He gave me a smug questioning face.

 

“You’ll just have to accept my word, Matt,” I bluntly said. I smiled at him in a teasing manner as I put my hat, scarves and gloves in a cabinet.

 

“Okay, I will,” he agreed. “But I hope you know I’ll find out eventually,” he paused and remembered something. “Right! If you don’t move it, your dinner’s going to get cold.”

 

“Thanks for the late reminder…” I said unsurprisingly. He always forgot something.

 

“I know, but I really don’t think it would be a good sight when I’m trying to question you to see food in your mouth!” he pointed out. I agreed monotonously, and nodded. He gave me a frustrated look, and I smiled at him. He smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. I could tell I always made him smile, and that he could never hide from me.

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, I love this! I kept Rachel updated on the writing process, and she even broke a plate, wanting to hear more :rolleyes:. I guess we really ARE that crazy! :laugh3:

 

 

Come Back and Sing to Me...

 

 

 

A continuation or something of the likes of Back to the Start. I feel it's a bit out of character but...

 

 

 

 

 

“Guy, it’s Will. We need to talk. I have news I rather not share over a voicemail. Call me please, when you get back from band practice. Bye.” I left him my fifth message of the night though it didn’t matter how many I sent as he’d get them all at the same time anyways. I hadn’t got a hold of Guy since Chris and Jon had broken up our band.

 

-Flashback-

 

The tour had finally come to its final show; we had the final one here back home at Wembly. The families had all shown up to wish us luck and we were all nervous for once.

 

I had been wandering backstage when I came across a family room area with half of the band in it. On the couch sat Chris and Jon, sitting on top of each other eating their faces off. After not noticing me for a half a minute I decide to cough. Very fake, might I add.

 

Jon sprang off Chris and immediately began to fix himself up. Chris was more surprised and slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked ashamed, I felt angry and Jon looked upset. Ready to cry almost. I had never seen Jon cry.

 

“William.” Chris gasped.

 

“Chris. Jon. What does this mean? What about your wives? The band? Our friendship?” Chris looked at me confused so I decided to explain, “You can’t possibly think we can have a band like this. And you two have wives-“

 

“Fiancée,” Jon objected.

 

“What would they think? Or the media? What would they say? You guys can’t possibly be friends like this. You can’t be in love. Not with your best friend! Its awkward.” I storm out on them, raging, hurting and wanting to punch something- someone.

 

-End Flashback-

 

I knew in the back of my mind and in my heart there was a reason for my hatred of them but, I couldn’t ever think of it. I just worried about Guy; he had no opinion in the breakup of the band. He hadn’t even been in the band lately though. It’s been only Appahigik, for him.

 

I decided to call him once more at home, hoping he wasn’t ignoring my calls. I picked up the phone and dialed the number I knew so well. Finally his voice cut through the ringing.

 

“Hello?” I gasp but, keep myself under control.

 

“Guy?” I ask, he replies joking about who else would answer his phone. I end up saying we needed to talk.

“Sure Will, is everything okay?” He sounds panicked. I tell him it is and Guy tells me he’d be here soon.

 

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The door knocks and I burst up from my chair. Opening it up I see the small Scottish man smiling up at me, dressed in all black. He waves and follows in behind me.

 

“What’s wrong Will? You said you had something to tell me.” Guy nervously grabs a spot on the couch as I begin my tale. I tell him how I watched Chris and Jonny back at Wembly, I tell him of the band breaking up, I tell him of my phone call to Chloe, then I finally decide to go the whole nine yards and tell him about Applesjik. How his new band makes me hurt, how we’ve been replaced, how he’s left us for them.

 

Guy replies with a smile. “I know.” I shake my head, and ask him what he knows. “I know why you hate Chris and Jon. Why you broke up Coldplay. Why it’s their fault. Why you hate Apparatjik- that’s the true name Will. I know the answer to all those questions. The answer is the same for each one. And it is not forty-two. Will, it’s love.”

 

I merely blink at the man in front of me and give him the strangest look. “Love? Love of who?!” Guy smiles once more.

 

“Myself. You love me. Correct?” I think it over, everything dawns on me but, I dare not to admit it. But I dare not lie to his warm brown eyes. I instead test him to see his response.

 

“Love, but I am not like those two. I’m not like Chris or Jon.” He nods.

 

“Of course you aren’t. We all have our opinions. I personally don’t believe myself to be like that. I know though, for a fact, it doesn’t change love Will. I don’t care. I wish you were more accepting of Chris and Jonny. I’ve come to accept us.”

 

“Us? Who said we were together?” Guy chuckles.

 

“You ask a lot of question Mr. Champion. And both of know the answer.” And he was right. Guy was right. It was love.

 

The End.

 

 

 

R*E*S*P*E*C*T*

 

 

 

I dedicate this chapter to Hahna and Katie. They wished Matt would die, and ended up killing the wrong one. ***Dianna*** :sneaky:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chris’ POV

Ever since Will’s phone call I’d been restless. I stopped talking to Jonny, fearing for what Will had to say. I stared at my wall while lying on my bed half sat up, aimlessly, waiting, unmoving, for my doorbell to ring. He was coming here, and I felt as if I would be sick. I looked down onto my lap. There had been sitting, open on a blank page, my writing book. I’d managed to salvage things from the gum-terrorist attack, so everything I’d written remained in there, on the pages that weren’t hit, or weren’t hit as hard.

 

I paid no attention to anything; not even the thoughts in my own head. Everything was silent and my head felt numb, along with my hands. Maybe my feet as well, I wasn’t conscious enough to notice. My eyes stayed into spot, slowly losing focus- things started looking slightly blurred. I’d talked to Jonny about it; I knew what to say, I knew what to lie about… the truth will get out, just not now or with him.

 

Sooner than I had expected it, I heard a dull noise. I refrained from moving until I heard the doorbell. My head shot upwards, and I stared at my door sharply, suddenly focused on the reality that I wished wasn’t that. Then I realized my mother wasn’t going to answer the door. She bellowed at me to do that. On my way downstairs I saw my dad. He told me to hurry before my mother got pissed. I nodded, and picked up my pace, unwillingly.

 

I opened the door, and greeted Will. I smiled as much as I could, though I knew it was fake. I felt like shutting the door right then and there; shut him out of our lives. He knew too much, and if we didn’t comply…

 

“Hi, Chris,” he smiled, then greeted my mother, and vice versa. I motioned Will to follow me, and on the way back to my bedroom, my dad waved at Will, he returned the gesture. The second that Will began to speak, I lost focus once again.

 

“Well…” he started after some small talk.

 

“Get to the point, already, Will,” I coldly, but compulsively said, looking at the ground. I instantly felt a cold wave rush over me. Either he had something nice to say, or I would take the closest thing in arm’s reach and beat him with it; even if it was my little brother’s plush toy snake.

 

“I’m not sure how to tell you this, but I am because I know Jonny never will… he loves you,” my mind froze. Jonny was right, this was what he was bringing up. We all knew that he wasn’t clever; so how could he have found out? “I’m serious, he really loves you, and assuming from your expression, this isn’t a shock to you.”

 

“You believe Bellamy don’t you? That’s what isn’t a shock to me,” I bitterly snapped.

 

“No, I found out myself, Chris… he told me himself, I swear,” I stared at him. I know he was supposed to be my friend, but I couldn’t stand him at the moment. “You should know, I mean, he told me about something else,” he hit a sweet spot in me. I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate on what he’d just spewed in my direction. “You two had a summer thing two summers ago,” he paused. “A fling or something? Chris, I need you to answer me, here… I want the truth from you.”

 

“Yes, okay!” I hissed. I took a breath, and then continued. “We had a sort of summer fling… we were with each other all the time, then we uhh…” Will stared at me this time. “We may have kissed, once or twice,” he nodded and stared at the ground.

 

“So, why were you banned from seeing him?” he looked up to make eye contact with me. “Before… what did you do?”

 

“Well… we’d been cuddling, and, err, we both fell asleep. His dad walked in, and that was the end,” I shook my head. “He still hates me; his father had blamed me, for everything.”

 

“You guys made out and cuddled…” we did MUCH more than that just a few weeks ago, stupid! I thought. “That’s… queer.”

 

“I hope you meant ‘odd’ in that context, asshole,” I snapped. I could feel my anger building up from inside, and I noticed my eyes became slightly watery. I breathed in unsteadily, and he could tell I was a giant ball of mixed emotions.

 

“It’s okay…” he started, he attempted to put his hand on my shoulder, but I snapped at him to not touch me. I breathed heavily again; this time I was sobbing. I was trembling with anger and found it hard to breathe through sobs.

 

A short time later, Will became annoyed. “You need to smarten up, Chris!” he sighed. “You can’t just start crying whenever this comes up. It’s over… realize that,” he scolded. I just felt like shouting at him to get the fuck out of my house, but I knew my mother would question me why I did so… he’s so lucky my parents grow suspicious fast.

 

“Is there anything else you’ve got to ask?” I managed to get out, barely managing to control my sobbing. It’s not like he’d understand, he’s never been in love, and nobody’s ever fallen for him. His heart was too closed for anyone to even stand being his friend.

 

“Yes, there is,” he asked why I had kissed him back. He asked me if I had enjoyed it… he even asked me if I was over him. I tried to refrain from crying once more, but the strongest urge was to slap him across the face.

 

I took a breath before answering these questions. “I’m not sure why I did… I knew I was questioning myself, and I just felt something,” something you’ll probably never feel, I bitterly thought. “So, I went with it, I guess… I don’t want to answer that one, but I’ll put it in a blatantly obvious manner; why would I have agreed to do it more than once if I hadn’t…? I’m not sure of that one, either. I could be; I could not be. Only time will tell,” I lied. He nodded, accepting that as truth.

 

After several minutes of bleak silence, I walked away from my spot, and picked up my notebook. I began writing the conversation, concealing it from Will. He still hadn’t spoken and neither had I. It wasn’t until my mother called us both down for lunch that we’d talked again, but this time at a much lighter conversation.

 

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Dom’s POV

It’d been a long time since I called my mother; or even talked to her, for that matter. I hadn’t changed my phone number, I hadn’t changed my name, and I hadn’t really gone that far away. But I could tell she hadn’t bothered to look for me, so I figured she was still angry with me.

 

It had now been several months since she disowned me. She’d threatened and I didn’t take her seriously; I pushed one too many buttons and found myself not a part of the family anymore. Everyone was angry with me, saying something had been unscrewed in my head… the angry words I don’t even want to think about.

 

Through all the screaming faces, and crying eyes of my little sister, there was only one smiling and supportive face. Matt was there beside me the entire time; which is something I’m still grateful for. He was my only friend at the time, and realized this. Suddenly problems arose in his household and he couldn’t be around as often as he used to be.

 

Eventually, I had to leave. I packed my things and left in the middle of the night. I walked with my luggage to another nearby town where Matt lived. Having been walking for hours in the snow and blistering cold along with several pounds of my stuff, I was ready to faint. His parents answered the door, and dragged me inside, as I had fallen over near their door.

 

Matt saw what had happened to me, and didn’t hesitate long enough to grab his winter jacket, and went outside. He himself dragged my luggage inside and instantly placed all of the clothes I’d brought with me in the dryer. Before his parents even asked- and while my clothes were in the dryer- he threw me a dry pair of his pajamas to wear, as I’d still been soaking wet.

 

He sat with me, and waited while I finished drinking hot chocolate his mother had made for me to ask what made me leave in the middle of the night. I’d never seen him look so horrified in his life. He knew I had problems with my folks but he never knew it was this extreme. We decided to keep it between us two, and kept it to the tip of the iceberg to his parents. They understood when I said I didn’t want to explain further.

 

He sat awake for the rest of the night, knowing full well that the day after would be a school day. He knew I wasn’t tired; I was just physically tired. He tried being his crazy self and tries and get a laugh out of me. Of course, he succeeded in that.

 

Before he headed off for one of his last days of school, I’d fallen asleep on his couch. Even though he was tired, he still managed to be conscious enough to pull a blanket over me before he left. I woke up several minutes before he came home from school; ready to nap himself

 

“Oh, the stupid things I do for you, Dom,” he mused. He crashed on the couch across from me. “Suffer through migraines and screaming teachers making them worse, just because you’re so special, man,” he half jokingly- half sarcastically remarked.

 

I laughed, but I knew full well I’d be attending that school as well in the New Year.

 

 

 

 

My 42nd post...

Bury My Lovely

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

It was a lovely summer’s day. The sun shone from a clear blue sky over the bright green rolling hills of the English countryside. An old manor stood proudly overlooking the hills, a winding road leading up to its huge double doors. An old black van pulled up to the manor and four men stepped out, stretching and yawning.

 

“I still don’t see why I couldn’t drive my own car.” Guy grumbled.

 

“You know why. Chris is totally incapable of controlling any sort of vehicle. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last year’s biking trip, would we? And Jonny…” A pale, shaking Jonny held tightly on to Chris before running away to a nearby tree, retching violently behind it.

 

Will pointedly raised his eyebrows. “That leaves you and me. And there is no way in hell I would drive the whole way by myself. Especially not with the 25-year old man-child over there” He pointed to Chris who awkwardly stood by the tree, holding Jonny’s hat, bouncing a little “as an unsupervised passenger.”

 

Guy rolled his eyes. “Yes, fine, you’ve made your point.” He shielded his eyes from the blazing sun and looked up at the manor. “Wow, it’s huge.” He scratched his head “How did we afford it again?”

 

“Dunno.” Will shrugged and began to unload the boot of the car. “They cut us a really good deal, I guess.”

 

“Pretty sweet deal, huh?” Guy mused to himself and helped Will with two of the guitar cases. “You have the key?”

 

Will nodded and followed the bassist up some steps that led to the doors. A wall of stale air met them as they entered.

 

“Phew.” Guy coughed. “Guess this is one of the reasons for the low price.” It was pitch black inside and he flicked a switch close to the door. Nothing happened. “And that.”

 

Will, feeling positive, said. “Well, don’t worry, we just have draw back those heavy curtains and air out a bit. “It’ll be fine.”

 

Guy nodded and drew back the dusty velvet curtains that hung before the big windows in the hallway.

 

Will went outside and bumped into Chris.

 

“So?! Is it nice?” Chris smiled brightly, happy about getting away from the city.

 

“Help me with the luggage and then you can see for yourself.” Will gave him a look and Chris nodded, bounding down the steps and back to the car.

 

Jonny sat, exhausted, in the shade of the tree. Bottle of water in his hand. He started to get up.

“You need any help?” He weakly called out to Will.

 

At Will’s negative head shake, he gratefully fell back against the trunk of the tree, sipping his water. Chris shot Jonny a warm look before returning his attention to the luggage.

 

Soon, the now sunlit entrance was filled with the band’s luggage. Will, Guy and Chris stood silent, contemplating what to do next.

 

“I’m hungry.” Chris mumbled, breaking the silence.

 

“You can’t be hungry, we ate like an hour ago.” Guy sighed.

 

“It’s not my fault I have high metabolism!” Chris protested.

 

“Stop it, you two.” Will shook his head. “I say we air this place out a bit, and then we drive into the village and get something to eat.”

 

Jonny wobbled in on shaky legs. Chris was immediately at his side. “Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

 

“’M fine, Chris, thanks.” He smiled a little and Chris returned his smile, blue eyes sparkling.

 

Will rolled his eyes at Guy and Guy had to bite his lip not to laugh. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He managed to squeeze out.

 

“What?” Chris asked, finally breaking eye-contact with Jonny.

 

“Oh, nothing.” Will dismissed Chris with a wave of his hand. “Shall we open some windows then?”

 

Chris nodded. “Great. Jonny and I’ll take the left part of the house, you can take the right.”

 

Guy snickered to himself. “Well, remember - we’ll come looking for you if you take too long.”

 

“What?” Chris wrinkled his brow.

 

“Oooh, nothing.” Will and Guy disappeared into the adjourning room, laughing to themselves.

 

Chris waited until their laughs faded away before turning to Jonny.

“So…” Chris laughed nervously.

 

“Yeah?” Jonny said, smiling a little.

 

Chris felt a tingling feeling in his stomach and wiped his hands on his trousers.

“It’s kind of hot today, don’t you think?” Actually, he felt really hot.

 

Jonny shrugged. “It’s not that warm in here, really.” He stared at Chris. “Are you alright?”

 

Chris cleared his throat. “Yes, yes. I’m fine.” He looked at Jonny. “Perfectly fine.”

 

Jonny swallowed hard, feeling his chest tighten up. He also cleared his throat and took a step back.

 

“Well, maybe we should get on with it.”

 

Chris shook himself out of his daze.

“Oh, right, sorry. Yeah. Windows.” He laughed a little and went into a dark room, his thin back disappearing into the shadows.

 

Jonny sighed to himself and smiled.

 

“Did you just sigh?” He heard Chris’ voice from the darkness.

 

“Nothing!” Jonny answered, voice cracking a bit.

 

“Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with you man.” Chris laughed.

 

Chris drew back a pair of velvet drapes, letting the sun shine in on a big sitting room with high ceiling and a huge fireplace. The furniture were all ornate and, albeit a little dusty, they looked very expensive. They drew back the rest of the curtains in the room and opened the windows, letting the sweet summer air fill the room.

 

“Wow.” Chris said, looking around. “It’s gorgeous.”

Jonny looked over at Chris were he stood, back against a window, sunshine in his hair.

“Yeah. It really is.”

“Let’s go to the next room!” Chris obliviously laughed, excitingly running through an open door to the next room.

 

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Will swung open the last of the windows in the kitchen as Guy walked in.

“Looks like we’ll have to have a real good clean in here.” He said, brushing off dust on his black jeans.

 

“Yeah.” Will looked around at the grimy kitchen surfaces with disgust. “I say Chris does it.”

 

“Agreed.” Guy nodded. “Let’s get out of here.”

 

They bumped into Chris and Jonny in the hallway.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Will asked.

 

“Well…” Chris began “It’s really nice. But dusty. We found a sitting room, a bathroom - which was surprisingly clean – and some sort of kids’ playroom. What about you?”

 

“Kitchen.” Will said.

 

“Library.” Guy added.

 

Jonny lit up at the mention of books. “Wow, we have a library?”

 

Guy grinned “Looks like, Jonny-boy.”

 

Jonny turned away from Guy and rolled his eyes.

“I guess upstairs must be bedrooms then?”

 

The four men looked at the dark staircase that led to the first floor. The light from the hallway cast eerie shadows on the upstairs wall.

 

“So, Will? Youth before beauty?”

Guy nudged Will’s shoulder.

 

“It’s only a couple of month’s difference, mate, you go first.”

 

But Chris had already started up the stairs, albeit at a not very considerable pace.

“See, even the mentally youngest dares going up the stairs.” Guy mocked and ran past his bandmate up the stairs.

 

Jonny took one look at the retreating back of Chris and followed suit, leaving Will alone at the bottom of the stairs.

 

“I’ll just wait down here then!” Will said, looking over his shoulder at the open front door. “Or outside. Yeah, I’ll wait outside!”

 

“Whatever, mate.” Came drifting down the stairs.

But Will was already out the door.

 

-*-

 

Chris, Jonny and Guy stood in a dark hallway, lined with doors. Jonny reached out and twisted the knob on the one closest to the stairs.

 

“It’s locked.”

“Really?”

 

Jonny nodded. “Yeah, feel for yourself.”

 

Guy tried twisting it as well, and shrugged when it wouldn’t budge.

“It’s not like we have a lack of room.”

 

“Guess not.” But he still frowned at the door.

 

“Come on, lads; let’s get this over and done with.” Guy said, having found new courage, and led the way into the dark hallway. “Let’s split up.” And without a word, he and Jonny had disappeared into two rooms.

 

Chris, always having been afraid of the dark and having spent the previous five minutes resisting a very strong urge to hold Jonny’s hand, ran into another room and flung open the curtains, leaving a cloud of dust settling around him.

 

He looked around the relatively small room, sun shining through the coloured glass in the window. The ceiling was painted a dark blue and had gold stars all over it. There was a big canopy bed and the walls were lined with books. He read the backs to himself.

 

Andersen, Grimm, Irish Folk Tales, Kipling, Doyle…” He smiled and pulled out a small volume called the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and immediately got caught up in the story.

 

“Hey, guys, could this be my room?” He shouted, still engrossed in his book.

 

“You don’t have to shout.” A soft voice said, right next to him and Chris, startled, dropped the book.

 

“Shit! Don’t scare me like that, man!” Jonny smiled a crooked smile and picked up the book.

 

“Sorry.” He handed Chris the book and their fingers touched briefly. Chris immediately drew back his hand and swallowed.

 

“Maybe we should get going. I’m really hungry.” He said, blushing, and almost ran out of the room.

 

Jonny sighed deeply but followed Chris out of the room.

 

It really sucked to be in love with your best friend.

 

 

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Sexual Shy Eyes

 

 

 

You and the desert.

You and this desert.

A samurai in a storm, he dances along wind and sand in his elegant armor and he fights among what he believes to be his enemies, but enemies are in his mind.

Enemies are all his little desires which he carries around.

Never been there.

Never done this.

Never heard that little voice calling for the samurai's attention.

You stare at your hand. Dried come and some dust decorating your skin.

And if this sun wouldn't burn you in this way, driving you crazy.

So crazy that you don't recall why you left your house and drove outside London.

Through desert green lands with a few scattered cows and sheep.

Through battered and empty roads.

And if the samurai would just stop in staring at his sword thinking that maybe it's not so wrong in loving him.

After all my friend.

After all my love.

But he's too taken in fighting what he thinks to be his enemies.

Should I love what is not mine?

Enveloped in a black armor he dances along your shadow.

He challenges you in looking deeper inside yourself.

He makes you wonder what it’s all about.

You and Chris.

Yesterday you could recognize all those lines which the two of you drew somewhere. Somehow.

Some photos, scattered words and a few limits that lately you two are avoiding, jumping and staggering between some intricate patterns and indefinite, confused relationships.

Were you last night running after him?

“I love you Chris!”

And later you were sitting on the floor drinking and wondering why you let him come that closer.

Because sometimes it's like you two are running in circles.

Oh and the way you slide on the floor meanwhile he whispers something about your hair.

Red hair and shy eyes.

You know that he wants you and you are gonna give in.

Little temptation because he shouldn't move his body in that sensual way.

When you play he dances along your sound, your music, your guitar.

Little geisha attracting you with his pale hands and little movements of his slim hips.

Undulating motion and humid breath, your hands on his chest. Sweat mixing with his.

No one has to know. No one knows. No one wonders how you kill him every time with sexual desire.

Opening your mouth saying something with the samurai whispering about how much you traveled through this world searching for a home, when home was there, always been there where you were.

Beside you.

You couldn't see it, blind in your blindness.

Years spent in naming it, in trying in getting you gone, somewhere, far away.

Chris and all his scattered stars he leaves behind.

He smiles, he asks, he wants.

“Should I bother in asking what I want?” He said one day grabbing your guitar.

It was more of a statement than a question.

You know. He never worried, never bothered to stay in silence like you.

That's the big difference between you two.

But you are deep like an ocean.

You are escaping like a golden fish between some water lilies.

Catch me. Catch me. I will tell you a story if you tell me yours.

Wandering man, fighting samurai.

I will be so good. You think.

He doesn't know what he truly wants. The samurai whispers.

You instead, you know what he wants.

Sliding silently through some busy traffic with no one recognizing you.

No one cares about who you are.

No one but you and your motor bike, sliding silently between some cars stuck in traffic.

Your black helmet with dark visor, separating you and the world outside.

Some girls in a car laughing and talking about a guy.

A man smoking in a tiny one, and muttering something recognizable as a fuck.

Some old ladies and a man bothered by their chats, sitting in an elegant car.

A kid staring outside a window car wondering if his mum will buy that new game he so wants.

A girl staring at you and from behind her wide sunglasses, you can feel her eyes sliding along your black motor bike, until she reaches you.

She strips you naked in the same way he does when he lays down arching his back like offering himself to you.

Eat me, feast on me my king.

When you play your guitar he tempts you with his body.

He's like your motor bike no one knows you, no one knows about your passion.

Dirty passions.

Dried come hiding under your leather gloves and a bittersweet taste rolling in your mouth, mixing with the peppermint of your gum.

And Will at this time is wondering why you aren't at the recording studio, with Guy staring nervously at his bass.

Chris is losing himself playing the piano.

You would like to be like him doing all the right moves in front of all the right faces.

Later when you come back at home you are not surprised in finding him there.

“I wanted some chocolate.” He whispers licking his lips.

And Chris has a body designed for such dirty, sexual things.

 

 

THE ADVENTURES OF CHRIS AND JONNY.

Chapter Two

 

 

I could barely keep up with Chris as the excitement glowed brightly in his eyes. All this still seemed unreal to me. My stomach was churning at the thought of seeing a real life dead body as well. Chris knew how queasy I was. What in the world did he want with my help?

 

 

It seemed like the rain got heavier, and the sky louder with ever single step we took. The Thames was about a hundred yards away when Chris and our visitor broke into a full out sprint. There was a crowd of men, all dressed in dark dreary colors ahead of us, taking pictures of something I dreaded seeing with my own eyes.

 

 

"What do we have here?" One of the men said, while turning around. "Ahh,

Chris! Nice of you to finally join us!" He was incredibly short and round, with salt and pepper colored hair. His eyes were a bright blue that could be seen from down the road.

 

 

"Mr. Montgomery," Chris said, taking out soaking wet gloves from one of his coat pockets. "What have I missed?"

 

 

The site in front of us all was absolutely greusome. Laying half exposed, half submerged in the merky warter of the Thames was the body of a tall, bloated man. His face was in the mud, and his blonde hair was red in most spots, most likely from a head injury somewhere. I couldn't take it, and immediately starting gagging up a storm. "Who's this fellow?" Mr. Montgomery asked, chuckling at my illness.

 

 

Chris turned around, patted my back lightly and smiled. "This is my best friend Jonathan. He'll be joining me from now on."

 

 

I rolled my eyes. Like that will ever happen.

 

 

When I had released all food from my stomach, I looked up to see Chris. It was amazing. It was like he shut everyone else out in the entire world, except for the body of this young man. He stared intently at the footprints directly around the man, whispering things to himself, chuckling at possible theories as to what could've brought this man's demise.

 

 

"Well?" Mr Montgomery asked. "What do you think of it?"

 

 

Chris frowned at something on the man's back, and looked out at the lot of us. "We might be dealing with a bit more than you think. This man was murdered."

 

 

 

DUN DUN DUN! :P

Sexual Shy Eyes

 

Paring - Chris/Jonny

 

Rating - NC/17

 

 

 

You and the desert.

You and this desert.

A samurai in a storm, he dances along wind and sand in his elegant armor and he fights among what he believes to be his enemies, but enemies are in his mind.

Enemies are all his little desires which he carries around.

Never been there.

Never done this.

Never heard that little voice calling for the samurai's attention.

You stare at your hand. Dried come and some dust decorating your skin.

And if this sun wouldn't burn you in this way, driving you crazy.

So crazy that you don't recall why you left your house and drove outside London.

Through desert green lands with a few scattered cows and sheep.

Through battered and empty roads.

And if the samurai would just stop in staring at his sword thinking that maybe it's not so wrong in loving him.

After all my friend.

After all my love.

But he's too taken in fighting what he thinks to be his enemies.

Should I love what is not mine?

Enveloped in a black armor he dances along your shadow.

He challenges you in looking deeper inside yourself.

He makes you wonder what it’s all about.

You and Chris.

Yesterday you could recognize all those lines which the two of you drew somewhere. Somehow.

Some photos, scattered words and a few limits that lately you two are avoiding, jumping and staggering between some intricate patterns and indefinite, confused relationships.

Were you last night running after him?

“I love you Chris!”

And later you were sitting on the floor drinking and wondering why you let him come that closer.

Because sometimes it's like you two are running in circles.

Oh and the way you slide on the floor meanwhile he whispers something about your hair.

Red hair and shy eyes.

You know that he wants you and you are gonna give in.

Little temptation because he shouldn't move his body in that sensual way.

When you play he dances along your sound, your music, your guitar.

Little geisha attracting you with his pale hands and little movements of his slim hips.

Undulating motion and humid breath, your hands on his chest. Sweat mixing with his.

No one has to know. No one knows. No one wonders how you kill him every time with sexual desire.

Opening your mouth saying something with the samurai whispering about how much you traveled through this world searching for a home, when home was there, always been there where you were.

Beside you.

You couldn't see it, blind in your blindness.

Years spent in naming it, in trying in getting you gone, somewhere, far away.

Chris and all his scattered stars he leaves behind.

He smiles, he asks, he wants.

“Should I bother in asking what I want?” He said one day grabbing your guitar.

It was more of a statement than a question.

You know. He never worried, never bothered to stay in silence like you.

That's the big difference between you two.

But you are deep like an ocean.

You are escaping like a golden fish between some water lilies.

Catch me. Catch me. I will tell you a story if you tell me yours.

Wandering man, fighting samurai.

I will be so good. You think.

He doesn't know what he truly wants. The samurai whispers.

You instead, you know what he wants.

Sliding silently through some busy traffic with no one recognizing you.

No one cares about who you are.

No one but you and your motor bike, sliding silently between some cars stuck in traffic.

Your black helmet with dark visor, separating you and the world outside.

Some girls in a car laughing and talking about a guy.

A man smoking in a tiny one, and muttering something recognizable as a fuck.

Some old ladies and a man bothered by their chats, sitting in an elegant car.

A kid staring outside a window car wondering if his mum will buy that new game he so wants.

A girl staring at you and from behind her wide sunglasses, you can feel her eyes sliding along your black motor bike, until she reaches you.

She strips you naked in the same way he does when he lays down arching his back like offering himself to you.

Eat me, feast on me my king.

When you play your guitar he tempts you with his body.

He's like your motor bike no one knows you, no one knows about your passion.

Dirty passions.

Dried come hiding under your leather gloves and a bittersweet taste rolling in your mouth, mixing with the peppermint of your gum.

And Will at this time is wondering why you aren't at the recording studio, with Guy staring nervously at his bass.

Chris is losing himself playing the piano.

You would like to be like him doing all the right moves in front of all the right faces.

Later when you come back at home you are not surprised in finding him there.

“I wanted some chocolate.” He whispers licking his lips.

And Chris has a body designed for such dirty, sexual things.

You would like to say many things, explain the way he attracts you and makes you come on your hand.

He looks at you and you don't have any place where to hide away from his sky blue eyes.

You don't have any motor bike taking you away from his sticky desire.

“I wanted some chocolate filled with strawberry cream” He repeats, slowly removing his t shirt.

And you are like a little sailor man glorified by a mermaid with velvet hair and pulpy mouth.

Under the lime light, in a bath tube filled with salty water and shining stars she looks up at you, knowing that she can have all of you.

Hours, maybe only minutes and long silences only broken by your breath and wet sounds of kisses.

And hands, damp hands are sliding on your shoulders, a tiny voice whispering something, lightly laughing amused with all the little well chiseled images.

The way he slides on the floor kneeling in front of you.

Fingers sticky and dirty from the chocolate he had, warm breath and soft tongue.

It's like your motor bike.

It's like the relationship you have with it. With the traffic.

Who are you when you ride it?

Who do you become once the visor of your helmet slides down?

No one. You are Mr No One.

Sliding silently through busy streets and indifferent people.

One of your trembling hands is pushing his head between your thighs and he lets you take control.

Slowly and carefully.

Learning and understanding.

Recognizing and knowing.

Belong and belonging.

“Chris” You moan. A whisper, like too afraid of saying his name aloud.

Too afraid that this moment will be lost somewhere.

You two are building something. Somehow communicating.

No one can understand, not even Guy with all the books he claims to read.

And neither Will and his clear vision of how the world is going and where is going, can claim to understand that it's not a fuck between friends or a total waste of time between two married men.

“Chris.” You moan, again, throwing back your head.

“What is all about sucking someone?” Will asked one time.

Guy still laughs at him for that question.

He, sometimes, gives any meaning to it.

Pure fun of an animal act.

An animal act. Maybe.

Your hips undulating and humid hands between his hair with an oral fixation growing inside you.

Thumbs wandering on his hollow cheeks and wet sucking sounds shushing everything around you two.

You don't utter any sound as he takes out your cock from his mouth and after few seconds straddle your lap.

“Where are you?” He asks softly, carefully breathing into your ear.

“I don't know.” You reply learning the way he smells different when he's aroused.

He's sinking on you, enveloping you while moaning something in your ear.

Your hands finding his slim hips, helping him in taking you all.

And the way he looks at you, electric blue eyes and red luscious mouth.

Slowly and sweetly consuming he rides you and his damp blond curls are brushing your stubble cheek.

It's like walking on shattered glasses, carefully with your eyes on him … look at me, look at me treading on you oh so sweetly, oh so innocently loving you.

From his gaping mouth you pull out every promise.

From his slick kisses you pull out what you want to hear.

From his burning needs and blinding cravings you take what you want.

Stuck here with chocolate taste in your mouth and his pianist fingers pulling at your hair.

“Where are you?” He asks again.

“Making love with you.” You moan.

And it's like when you play your guitar reaching your peak with him laying down at your feet, showing to you all his grace and skin.

“Jonny.” He cries out yanking your hair and roughly exposing your neck to his bites muffling his moans.

“What is all about being filled?” Will asked again one day during a long trip on the tour bus.

Guy laughed his ass off and you faked to not have heard anything.

But Guy from his sprawled position shrugged saying something about being owned, or doing a favor, being nice with someone.

For you it's like when you slide between some half empty streets, during an early Sunday morning when only a few are out.

Someone doing jogging, others letting the dog carry them around the neighborhood, or buying breakfast for the lucky one who remained in bed.

Silence and fresh hair, you disguising yourself between the others, only you and the road.

And you are leading some kind of a dance with a sensation filling you up like you are finally yourself.

So what is all about being filled?

Is it a mere human release?

Or is there more?

Guy would say no and then laugh.

And his long fingers are sliding on your back tracing, painting strange patterns and new words of love.

“Chris.” You call him before catching his flying hand pulling him down with you.

And it was like that old summer day of many years ago when he challenged you in taking his hand and jump that cliff.

And it was like that old summer day of many years ago when Yellow was yet to come and he was still so young and yours.

But now after all this road you two are there together and this time it's you catching his hand and dragging him down into fresh starry water.

His nails digging into your skin and from the eye of a stranger you two can be see as lonely married and confused men trying to go somewhere.

But to your eyes he's finally giving what you wanted, his love.

“I love you.” He says and you can feel his delicate fingers tracing little hearts on your back.

Your green eyes finds his blue ones and you smile “I love you too.”

Later. You are sliding between traffic with an old man at the phone and a blond girl sitting beside him, changing radio's stations.

In a little car some girls are sharing coffee and pastries while laughing.

You stop at the traffic light and you feel the eyes of someone staring at you.

Maybe they are staring at your powerful motor bike?

Maybe they are staring at your leather jacket?

You make the engine rumble getting ready to speed away, your visor reflecting what is around you.

A boy with his skateboard crossing the street lazily carrying a backpack and before that little second when the red light turns green you feel someone slipping sit behind you.

Arms embracing your torso.

You smile before racing away through busy traffic with Chris asking if you will buy him chocolate filled with strawberry cream.

 

 

Bury My Lovely

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Jonny stood outside the car, taking a deep breath. He really didn’t handle car rides that well.

 

“Come on, man, it’ll be fine. It’s only a 10 minute drive.” Guy coaxed from the driver’s seat.

 

“I don’t know… I think I’ll stay here. I could check out that library or something.”

 

Chris fidgeted in the back seat and Jonny poked his head in.

“It’s ok, Chris. Go get something to eat. Bring me back something, though, will you?”

 

Chris nodded and seemed to calm down.

 

“You sure you’ll be ok?” Will asked.

 

“Yes. Go.” Jonny answered.

 

And off they went. Jonny waved goodbye to them as the car disappeared down the hill. He stood silent in the courtyard until it was nothing but a black dot in the distant. Then he turned around and went into the manor.

 

The inside of the house was a bit cooler than the sweet summer heat outside and Jonny involuntarily shivered.

“Well, me, let’s get some reading done, then.” He laughed a little. “Been alone for 2 minutes and I’m already talking to myself.”

 

He glanced over his shoulder to the playroom, which door stood ajar. He began to walk towards the library but changed his mind and went back to the playroom and shut the door.

 

Satisfied, he wandered over to the big oak door that lead to the library and pushed it open. He gasped.

 

It was a grand room with high ceiling and two plush, red, sitting chairs opposite a sofa. In a corner stood a desk with paper littered all over it. Floor to ceiling was filled with endless rows of books; a ladder leaned against one of the bookcases. He sat down in one of the chairs, dust exploding from the seat, catching his breath.

 

“Wow…” He said to himself, stunned. “That’s a lot of books.”

 

He dusted himself off after a few minutes and went up to one of the bookshelves.

He drew his hand across the leathery book backs and strolled around the room. A small book caught his eye amongst all the grandeur. He pulled it out from its place next to a big geographic study of the British Isles.

It was a blank notebook.

 

He flicked through it, feeling rather disappointed, when a page fell out and floated down to the thick oriental carpet.

 

He frowned and bent to pick it up but suddenly paused.

 

There were footsteps coming from outside the library.

“Guys? Did you forget something?” He called. No answer. “Guys?”

 

He grabbed a heavy crystal paperweight off the desk and went over to the heavy door and poked his head out. The hallway was empty. He shook his head.

 

“I really let my imagination run wild.” He muttered to himself. But something caught his eye as he turned to go back to the library. The sun shone brightly into the sitting room across the library. And through its open door Jonny could see that something was not as he had left it.

 

The playroom door stood wide open.

 

-*-

 

“Are you finished?” Will met Guy in the middle of the cleaning supply area.

 

“Nearly. But I lost Chris somewhere.” Guy said as he threw in some soap in the cart Will was pushing.

 

They looked at each-other and said. “Candy aisle.”

 

Will sighed. “Alright, I’ll go get him. Go get your beer or whatever it is you have left.”

 

Guy smiled a cheeky smile. “You know me so well.” He smacked a kiss on Will’s forehead.

 

Will shot Guy a strange look as he strutted down the aisle. “Well, someone is certainly getting a bit too much fresh air…” He muttered and headed over to the candy aisle.

 

Chris sat crouched in front of the chocolate shelves, biting his lip.

 

“How are you doing?” Will asked.

 

“Hmm… I can’t decide what to get.” Chris answered, not taking his eyes of the colorful display. “And I’m seriously gonna need to stock up. Who knows when we can get back here again? Plus, since we’re taking the food back to eat with Jonny, I need to eat one now.”

 

Will just shook his head. “Fine, get as much as you need, then. But you’re paying for it yourself.”

 

Chris smiled brightly at Will and began to pick out his favorites, dropping them in the cart as he went down the aisle.

 

Guy came towards them as Chris neared the end of the shelf. He struggled to put three cases of beer in the cart. He smiled at Will, who groaned.

 

“I certainly hope you’re sharing.”

 

“Fine.” Guy sulked.

 

“Are we done?” Will asked.

 

At the other two’s confirming nods; they went over to the register.

 

“Hello, boys! You must be new in town!” The elderly cashier greeted them with a warm smile.

 

“Just on a bit of vacation, really.” Will smiled.

 

“Oh, is that so? How nice. Are you staying at the Inn, then?”

 

“No, actually we’ve rented Rosehill Manor, just outside of the village.” Chris answered, mouth full of chocolate.

 

The cashier dropped the bag of apples she was holding and the red fruit gently rolled down the conveyer belt.

 

“I’m terribly sorry!” She apologized.

 

“Is anything the matter?” Will asked, concerned, as he helped her put the apples in the bag again.

 

The cashier, whose rosy cheeks had disappeared in an instant - leaving her deathly pale, swallowed and shook her head.

 

“Oh, of course not!” She smiled a wobbly smile and took Will’s outstretched money. “It’s just those roads out to the manor are treacherous ones. I’d hate to see any of you young men go off the road.”

 

“I’m certain we’ll be fine, thank you.” Will said, smiled and accepted his change from a shaking hand.

 

They quickly loaded up the car and Will popped into a nearby Thai restaurant to get some take-out.

 

“You owe me 15 quid for the chocolate, Chris.” He said as he put the bags in the backseat.

 

“Yes, yes.” Chris said, eagerly sniffing the bags. “Did you get the deep-fried tofu?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And soy sauce?”

 

“Yes, Chris.”

 

“And-“

 

“Yes, Chris, I got all the things you wanted. Put down that chocolate, please. You’ll spoil your appetite.”

 

“Yes, mum.” Chris grumbled and stuffed the rest of the chocolate bar into his mouth.

 

“What the hell, man?”

 

“I put it down. I put it down my throat.” He laughed mouth full.

 

Guy bit back a laugh at Will’s disapproving glare and turned the key in the ignition.

They were soon on the winding road back to the mansion again.

 

“Wasn’t that weird?” Will said after a few moments of silence. “That lady at the shop. The way she reacted when we said we were staying at the manor.”

 

Chris and Guy both shrugged.

 

“Well… There was something.” Will frowned.

 

“Maybe she thinks we’re super rich!” Chris offered from the backseat.

 

They three university students all laughed.

 

-*-

 

“What the hell?” Jonny looked around the empty hallway. “Hello? Anybody here?”

He was met with only the sound of the wind blowing through the house.

 

“Well, must have been the wind or something.” He shrugged and went over to the playroom, shutting the door once more.

 

He went back to the library and spotted the note on the carpet.

“Oh, right.” He picked it up.

 

Cover the mirror, hide in your dreams

Forget what they told you, forget what it means.

 

He turned it over.

“Was that all?” He read the lines again. “Sort of pretty.” He pocketed the note and had to suppress a yawn. “Well, hiding in my dreams right about now would be rather nice, actually.”

 

He went out into the hallway again and eyed the dark staircase skeptically.

“But… On the other hand… I could just read a bit.”

 

He went back into the library and sunk down in one of the red chairs with a big volume called Victorian Gardening. He found himself re-reading the same sentence over and over before actually dozing off in the comfy chair.

 

He woke with a start some twenty minutes later as the heavy book slid out of his hand and hit the floor. Jonny clutched his chest as he calmed himself down.

 

“Shit…” He mumbled to himself, suddenly frowning. Footsteps could once more be heard in the hallway.

 

“Come on, guys, it’s not funny!” He shouted from his place in the chair. The footsteps stopped right outside the library.

 

He sprung up from the chair, grabbed the paperweight and scurried over to the door and swung it open.

“Ha!” He said triumphantly.

 

But the hallway was empty.

 

Jonny paled.

“What the hell is going on here?” He said, looking around the hallway. He felt his heart jump in his chest. The playroom door was open again.

 

“I know I shut it.” He felt a shiver run down his spine “That’s it. I’m out of here.” He turned on his heel and went out the front door and sat down on the steps. The afternoon sun was warm on his face and he felt himself relax a little.

 

Then he saw the black van coming up the hill and he sighed deeply with relief.

 

He ran and met his friends as they exited the car.

 

“There’s someone in the house.” He blurted out, drowning their greetings.

 

“What?” Chris said, shocked. “Are you alright?”

 

Jonny nodded. “Someone was in the playroom. I heard footsteps.”

 

“Ok. We’ll check it out together.”

 

They left the groceries in the car and went into the house.

 

“Shouldn’t we call the police or something?” Chris asked under his breath as he and Will went through the living room, leaving Jonny and Guy in the hallway to keep watch.

 

“It’s a long way into town, Chris. Besides, it’s probably just one, we’ll take him.”

 

Chris, not convinced, nodded half-heartedly.

 

The afternoon sun shone into the playroom, painting it golden. Will poked his head in, Chris hovering behind him.

 

“There’s no one here.” Will said and shrugged and Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

 

They went out to Jonny and Guy again.

 

“Nothing?” Jonny asked and Will shook his head.

 

“Nothing. It was empty.”

 

“Shouldn’t we check the upstairs too?” Guy asked.

 

Said and done. The boys, including Will, went upstairs, searching through all the rooms. The rooms they could get into, anyway.

 

“I’m sorry, Jonny. There’s nobody here.”

 

Jonny shook his head. “No, I should be sorry, guys, I just… I must’ve dreamt it or something.”

 

“No worries mate.” Will clasped Jonny’s shoulder and smiled a little. “Let’s get the things into the kitchen.”

 

After a quick cleaning of the very antique refrigerator by Chris (with the reward of Will giving him the chocolate for free), they loaded in the groceries and sat down in the living room to eat their take-out.

 

Jonny, still feeling uneasy, squirmed in his chair as he watched Chris pour a ridiculous amount of soy sauce on his rice.

 

“Guys… Couldn’t we eat outside?”

 

“Wooj?” Guy asked with his mouth full of noodles.

 

“Because… It’s such a nice day!”

 

“Jay, there’s no one here. There’s nothing to worry about.” Will said, swallowing a mouthful of beer.

 

Jonny sighed and accepted the outstretched beer bottle Guy held out.

 

“Yeah, I guess your right…” He took a drag of his beverage and sighed contently.

 

“Everything’s fine.”

 

 

SPRING & WINTER

21

 

Picks up right where the previous chapter left off!

Chapter number coming shortly. ;)

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, Guy stopped. He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide with fear. "I'm damned," he whispered. "Forget what I've said before. I'll be damned. What could possibly happen here, Christopher? Nothing could happen. We're men. It's not meant to be. God didn't make us to be together..."

 

I let him pull away, although I was hurt. I wouldn't force Guy to do anything that scared him. If I did, what would that say about my love for him? It would be worthless; nothing more than physical attraction. I sighed and sank down into the water, letting the little waves caress my chin. Guy went down with me, looking over with those sad eyes of his.

 

He reached out his hand once more and locked onto my wrist. Pulling me closer, he rested his head against my shoulder. "You could just hold me," he suggested.

 

"If it makes you happy," I answered, wrapping my arms around his skinny little body.

 

"Wait," he said, his voice shaking. "Let me try again. I'll do it."

 

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows. "If you're not sure, you're not sure. I see no good in going back and forth, undecided."

 

Guy pressed his thumb to my lips. "I agree, Christopher. And if I stop, I'll never ask you to do this again. I figure that I'll go to hell anyway, so I might as well enjoy the rest of my life, don't you agree?" Instead of answering him, I kissed his forehead.

 

"Don't be foolish, Guy. You're obviously uncomfortable. I cannot do anything that you are uneasy with."

 

"Well," he paused, sticking out his chin. "I am...a bit...uneasy, but I want to be with you. Don't you want me?"

 

I felt my stomach do a small flip. "Of course I do!"

 

"Then," he continued, sliding his lean body up against mine, "Forgive me for my little lapse in judgment."

 

I just nodded, kissing him fiercely. He was being so seductive, and I wasn't used to that sort of thing. I wasn't sure if he meant to or not, but he had an iron hold on me. Guy seemed to shrink a little in my arms, but he didn't waver. He kissed me in return, digging his fingers into my hair. Slowly, with an air of deliberateness, I pushed him to the shore. The ground was slightly slippery with mud, but I hefted him up to the grass and leaned my whole body over him, straddling his hips. He shuddered, gasped, and his teeth nipped at my lower lip.

 

Eventually, however, we just stared at each other, unmoving. "What happens now?" I whispered, shivering with cold and uncertainty. "What should we do?" Guy looked sideways, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. I knew why he was ashamed; I could feel it. His body was revealing his desires. "Don't blush; it's merely a biological reaction to stimulation," I gently reassured. In truth, I was terrified, because I felt the same reactions taking place in me. But I didn't see how it was possible to go any farther.

 

"Perhaps we should be going," I said slowly, stroking the soft skin of his belly. "It'll get dark soon."

 

Guy nodded stiffly. "Another time, then."

 

 

 

Bury My Lovely

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

They stayed in the living room for a while, watching the setting sun paint the white walls in hues of red and yellow before finally setting. Chris got up and closed all the downstairs windows, while Jonny lit all the candles they had.

 

“You know, guys… I just wanna say I… I love you.” Guy said, twirling a still unopened bottle of beer. His eyes unfocused in the dim light.

 

“Well, that’s enough for you, I hear.” Will laughed and plucked the bottle from Guy’s slender hand.

 

“’M sleepy.” Guy yawned.

 

“Alright, buddy, I’ll take you upstairs.”

 

Will half-carried the sleepy Guy up the dark stairs.

 

“Oi! Don’t drool on me mate!” Drifted down the stairs, before they turned a corner.

Which left Jonny and Chris to their own devices.

 

Chris sat and munched on a piece of chocolate, eyes flickering to and from Jonny.

 

“Do you want some?” He asked, breaking the silence.

 

Jonny smiled a half-smile. “Please.”

 

He was handed a soft bar of chocolate.

 

“Sorry it’s all melty… I, uhm, I sat on it.” Chris apologized and Jonny laughed and took a bite.

 

“Still good, though.” He said in a soft voice, licking his lips.

 

Chris suddenly felt really flustered and jumped up from his chair.

 

“I think I’m just going to go and get my guitar.”

 

“No!” Jonny exclaimed.

 

Chris shot him a confused look.

 

“Please, could you just wait ‘til Will comes back?”

 

Chris smiled. “Aw, Jonny. Come here.” He held out his thin hand. “You can come with me and get it.”

 

Jonny took a deep breath and took Chris’ hand, interlacing their fingers. He swallowed and looked up into Chris’ eyes, which sparkled like two sapphires in the flickering candlelight.

 

“The guitar then?” Jonny asked in a raspy voice. He cleared his throat.

 

“Oh?” Chris seemed confused and squinted. “Oh! Right. Sorry.” He laughed shakily, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

 

“Holmes and Watson, onward!” He squeezed Jonny’s hand and dragged him out into the hallway.

 

The hallway was dark, only lit by the faint moonlight from outside. Jonny found himself looking over his shoulder as Chris released his hand to find his guitar among the luggage.

 

“Found it!” He exclaimed holding up a worn guitar case. Jonny saw him smile, the low light casting shadows on the sharp planes of his face. Chris got up from the floor and took Jonny’s hand again.

 

“See, nothing to be afraid of. I’ll protect you.” He smiled.

 

“I thought it was the other way around.” Jonny said.

 

“Well, usually you take care of me, but we’re on vacation now; which means you get a break from that.” He seemed happy with his explanation.

 

Jonny felt his heartbeats smash against his chest. He silently wondered if Chris could hear it.

 

“What is it, Jonny? You’re awfully quiet.”

 

Jonny made a decision. “I need to tell you something, Chris… I..”

 

“Yes?” Chris stared at him intently.

 

“Oh, I can’t leave you two alone for one minute can I?” Will came down the stairs and Chris immediately released Jonny’s hand. And Jonny’s heart broke a little.

 

“We were just getting my guitar.” Chris protested.

 

“Suuure you were.” Will smiled.

 

Jonny followed his two friends back into the living room, suddenly feeling rather poorly.

Will noticed something was up.

 

“What’s the matter, Jon?” He asked, clearly concerned.

 

“Oh, I’m fine.” He answered quietly.

 

Will wasn’t convinced. He shot a look at Chris, who was in full writer’s mode, scribbling away on an empty rice carton.

 

“Chris, don’t write on the table. We’ll be right back. Come on, Jonny.”

 

Jonny reluctantly followed Will into the library. Will lit an old gas lamp and sat down on one of the chairs.

 

“What?” Jonny asked, crossing his arms.

 

“Sit down, please.” Will nodded to the sofa across from him.

 

Jonny, who felt like an adolescent about to have a serious talk with his father, sat down with a sigh and raised his eyebrows.

 

“Proceed.”

 

“I…” Will leaned over and put his elbows on his knees. “I know we joke about it a lot... But...I know how you really feel about Chris.”

 

“What?!” Jonny hissed. “Keep your voice down, please. He could he-” He caught himself and tried to smoothly continue. “I mean… What do you mean ‘feelings’?”

 

Will just smiled. “It’ ok, Jonny. Guy knows too.”

 

Jonny groaned and put his hands over his face.

 

“No, no, no…”

 

“Jonny, listen.” Will grabbed Jonny’s hands and stared into his eyes. “You can’t decide who you fall in love with, alright?”

 

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He sighed. “He’s my best friend and that’s… I can’t lose that. I’m not risking it for anything. Not my own selfish feelings.”

 

“I think you should tell him.” Will said.

 

“Are you mental?! I can’t tell him!” Jonny shook his head.

 

“Tell who what?” Chris poked his head into the room with a smile that soon faded with the serious mood in the library. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something? I, uhm, I needed something to write on.” He showed his hands, black with words scribbled all over them. “I ran out of skin.” He shrugged.

 

Jonny got up and got Chris the empty notebook.

“Here.” He quietly said. “It’s empty.”

 

Chris smiled. “Thanks, man!” He opened it. “Perfect.” He flicked through it. “It’s not empty, though.”

 

Jonny frowned.

 

“Yes it is. I looked through it earlier today.”

 

“No.” Chris insisted. “Look!”

 

Jonny took the book and read the first page.

 

A picture worth a thousand lies

The memory and the mirror

Nothing but what came before

Nothing but a closing door

 

Jonny re-read it and shook his head.

 

“Hm, I must’ve missed it.”

 

“I think I’ll use it.” Chris said with a nod. “Could possibly be a good song.”

 

“I found this earlier.” Jonny handed Chris the note that fell out of the book.

 

“Oooh.” Chris’ eyes twinkled with excitement. “I knew it would be good to come out of town and get some inspiration.” He practically bounced. “I’m going upstairs to my room to work on some things before I go to bed.” He hugged Jonny tightly. “Thanks, man.”

 

“'T was nothing..” Jonny said, a bit flustered.

 

Chris bounded over to Will and gave him a hug too.

 

“I love you guys.” He said with a smile. “Goodnight!”

 

Jonny smiled at Chris’ retreating form.

“And we all know he won’t get any sleep tonight either… “He said with a wistful smile.

 

“Man, you’ve got it bad.” Will teased.

 

“Oh, shut it.” Jonny rolled his eyes.

 

“Seriously, though… Tell him.”

 

Jonny shrugged and looked out into the dark hallway. “We’ll see.”

 

 

 

ok, i wrote this real quick because i feel bad about not having posted for a while. :P

 

100,000 eyes

 

 

 

Do I fancy Jonny? Do I fancy Jonny?

What a ridiculous thing for you to ask!

 

 

Of course I do.

 

 

Don't talk to me like you're blind. I know you're not blind.

Sometimes I wish you were, though; it would be a lot easier without a thousand eyes glaring at me.

 

 

He's blind, I think.

 

 

Or maybe his vision's just a little blurred. Should I get him some glasses?

Now that I think about it, it's plenty more than a thousand.

 

 

Maybe 100,000 eyes.

 

 

That's quite a lot. Would you mind giving them to Jonny?

He needs them to see, thanks.

 

 

It's hard to get the words out.

 

 

There are plenty of times I've tried. The same number, I've failed.

Oh, Christopher, we'll tell him for you!

 

 

But you don't say that.

 

 

You want me to do it. Otherwise it wouldn't be right.

Is it right that I should hide this everyday?

 

 

No, that's not right at all.

 

 

So, I should tell him. And how do you propose I do that?

On stage, in front of the 100,000 glaring eyes.

 

 

Give them to Jonny, so I won't have to tell him.

 

 

Or give them to me. Am I blind, too?

You all know better than either of us.

 

 

Stampede on stage and let us know.

 

 

Or else things will stay the same. Oh, hey, best friend.

It's nice to see you again.

 

 

But never in the same way as before.

 

 

A Rush of Blood

 

Chapter XVI

 

 

Removed, please PM me if you want to read it.

 

 

I've been working on this for a while....but I've been holding back until now.

 

Don't You Shiver

Chapter 1

 

 

 

“We should definitely keep Death and All His Friends; we should push it back later into the set. But I think Chinese Sleep Chant needs to go.”

 

Guy nodded his agreement. “I concur with that Will; Chinese Sleep Chant just doesn’t seem to sound right.”

 

“So are everyone’s feelings mutual on that?”

 

“Mmhmm” uttered Jonny and Chris simultaneously.

 

“Good. We’ve got a concrete set list then.”

 

“Well, there is one mater I’d like to address.”

 

“What is it Chris?”

 

“I think we should replace Chinese Sleep Chant with something instead of just eliminating a song altogether.”

 

Will rubbed his chin. “That is something worth considering. But I’m just not sure what song we would use as a replacement.”

 

“Rainy Day?” suggested Jonny.

 

“No, I don’t think that would fit.”

 

“We should do Shiver,” Chris said firmly. He stole a glance at Guy.

 

“Hmm, that could work.” Will thought for a moment. “Yes I could certainly see that. It would fit in nicely with the rest of the list.”

 

“It’s alright with me,” Jonny added.

 

“What about you Guy?” questioned Will.

 

“I don’t think it’s such a good idea,” he mumbled.

 

“Why not? We haven’t played it in a while, and it fits in well with everything else we’ve got.”

 

Even though it was Will who had spoken, Guy stared directly at Chris. “No,” he said coldly, “just no.”

 

Will sighed in frustration. “At least give a reason!”

 

“I said NO. Why should it matter why? One veto and we don’t do it right? So end of discussion. We’re not playing Shiver.” The way he said “Shiver” made it sound like some deadly disease. Guy stood swiftly and left the room.

 

“What’s gotten into him?”

 

Jonny shrugged. Chris just stared at his feet. This was going to be a very difficult tour, he could feel it.

 

 

 

Outside the Bakery, Guy felt the cool air on his face and he began to calm down. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He wanted to kick himself. He had thought he was getting better at this, better at forgetting the past. But when Chris had suggested Shiver, so bluntly like that, he lost lost it. He couldn’t stand the fact that Chris had the ability to toy with his emotions that way.

 

He sighed. He knew it wasn’t really Chris’s fault. It was his own damn messed up head that was really to blame. But what could he do about it? He couldn’t help the way things were. And they weren’t about to change any time soon as far as he could tell. He heaved another sigh. He had no idea how he was going to make it through this tour with his sanity. Or what was left of it, that is.

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

Chris sat alone at the piano. Will and Jonny had left early. There wasn’t all that much to do. They were going on tour in a week; it’s not as if there was any urgent need to work on new songs. But Chris could feel a melody inside him, itching to get out. He did not, however, have the strength to reach for it. He had no particular urge to do anything lately. Thoughts of Guy consumed him constantly. And lately those thoughts were defining his actions.

 

He thought back to earlier that day; he hadn’t meant to get Guy so upset. Deep in his mind however were thoughts of vengeance. He wanted to get back at Guy. Get back at him for making him love him. Get back at him for breaking his heart. And he hated himself for it. How could he have such cruel feelings towards a man whom he also loved above all else? He slammed his hands down hard on the piano keys. The loud, echoing, off-key sound was satisfying. It matched the sorry tune his heart was playing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It might seem a tad bit confusing at the moment, but I promise it'll all come together soon enough.

 

 

Coldplayland

 

 

 

 

His eyes fixed on that tiny little piece of plastic on the floor. By itself it didn't mean anything; to an ordinary person it was an ordinary piece of plastic. But to him, it was everything. It was a well of hidden secrets (as if there were any other kind), that dug deep into the earth of his heart, but it was never usable. No one could get the water out.

 

So, he reached out to pick it up, but a hand caught his. The pick lay under his palm, but he remained motionless. The feel of the other hand on his was rough, yet smooth. Taunting, yet delightful. He didn't dare look up.

 

"I'm just helping," he said.

 

"I told you to go home."

 

"What's the use?" he asked, cynically.

 

"You need to sleep."

 

"I'll only sleep when you're holding me," he whispered, just softly enough to keep it contained within his region. Then the hand was gone, and he grabbed the pick off the floor. The other hand grabbed the pick from him. "Here."

 

"I don't need your help."

 

"I need you," he said.

 

"I'm fine on my own."

 

"I'm nothing without you," he whispered. "Why are we so different?"

 

"Please, just go home and get some rest."

 

"Why do you do this to me?" he asked in a near cry.

 

"Do what?" An odd time for ears to work. Nothing else he said had gotten through, but this was different. He actually said this.

 

The pick was still on the floor. He was drifting off into another world, staring at it like that. He shook his eyes from the plastic and upwards to a hat supported by some face.

 

"You know," he said. The hat sat down beside him, kneeling on the floor. "You know, every time you look at me, you know what you're doing."

 

"I'm looking at you now. I don't know what you're talking about."

 

He wanted to look away. He always wanted to look away. He never did. He never could. He just stared at the hat. He wanted the hat. He always wanted the hat. He never told. He never could tell. He just kept his mouth shut.

 

But the hat wanted his mouth. He wanted it open, always, joining them together in everlasting love. Or he wanted to know what it felt like, what it tasted like, and if it was all right to want such a thing.

 

A hat and a mouth, a love story untold because it didn't exist yet. When the pick fell out of the shaking hat's hands, shaking because the mouth was just too much, and the mouth reached for it, but stopped... that was the once.

 

The 'Once Upon A Time' in a land where all the best always happens. A hat and a mouth can have their love story, and not be afraid, because there's nothing to be afraid of.

 

So, he reached out to grab the hat, pulled it off the face, and ran his fingers through the hair that the hat kept from the world. Like his well, the pick that fell to the ground. It was the hat's pick, the face's hat, and that face was beautiful to him.

 

Forever he would sit there, holding the face in his hands, if he had the time. He had the time, all the time in the world for the face, but he had no patience. He wanted more. His mouth wanted more.

 

The face let him do what he wanted, because the face wanted it, too. Always wanted it, could never want anything else in the existence of life but to be with the mouth. The time was there, everlasting for their love, and it had come to tell them that.

 

A kiss from the mouth to another mouth. The face trembled and touched it's shaky hand to the mouth's face. Soon it was all the same, a face and a mouth and an everlasting love that time held the door open for. A longing, a desire for more slipping past the entrance, but they were already fine with what they had. They were already each other, and soul mates as it were.

 

A finger belonging to the mouth, a finger belonging to the face. In the pattern they laced together until there were no more fingers left. Five of each, but ten of one thus. The mouth picked up the hat and placed it over it's own face, and smiled.

 

"You know what I'm talking about," he said, and the face smiled back.

 

"I didn't think I did before."

 

"I wanted to tell you," he sang.

 

"I just wanted you."

 

"It would have been nice for you to tell me earlier," he laughed.

 

"I still want you."

 

"You can have me," he whispered. "You can have all of me. I'm yours."

 

"How does that work out? Because I'm yours."

 

"Then we're each other's," he replied. He brought himself closer, grazing his nose against the face's cheek, his mouth breathing love and words of an amorous variety. "Or we're one."

 

"Let's be one."

 

The mouth turned up again, gave the face its hat back so it could just rest there, smiling against the hat's shoulder. He crossed his leg over his other one and let it stay against the hat's legs. The hat brought its hand around the mouth's back and on its waist.

 

Such a warm place to be, with everlasting love blazing like the sun, drying up the well, but raining the sacred water down to nourish all. And the pick just layed there like a useless piece of plastic, but it grinned smugly knowing it brought them together.

 

 

Bury My Lovely

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

A single candle flickered in the dark room. Chris lay on his bed, made up with fresh linens, and gazed up at the painted ceiling. He hummed to himself, slowly strumming his guitar. He was, as expected, wide awake.

 

“Look at the stars…” He sang under his breath.

He sighed and put his guitar away. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed the Sherlock Holmes book he had found earlier.

 

He soon became so engrossed in it that he closed off everything else, letting his imagination take him back to Victorian times.

 

There was a knock on his door and he barely even registered it.

The knock grew louder and more persistent and Chris was finally able to rip his eyes off the page.

 

“Yes?” He said, distractedly. “Come in.”

 

The knocking continued and he sighed, got off the bed and threw open the door.

“Didn’t you-“ He stopped midsentence. The hall outside his room was pitch black. And undoubtedly empty. He rolled his eyes.

 

“Very funny!” He called out into the hall.

He was met by a faint giggle.

 

“Guy?” He asked, frowning. “Is that you?” He took the candle from his bedside table and tiptoed into the hall. “You should really be in bed, man.”

 

He squinted into the dark. Then he heard it again, more clearly this time. It sounded like a young girl. And it was coming from the locked room next to the stairs.

 

“What the…?” Chris reached over and twisted the door knob. It was still locked.

 

“Is there somebody in there?” He said, trying to push the door open. “Hello?” He called, frustrated, and he slammed his body into the door.

 

Jonny and Will poked their heads out of their respective rooms - wearing their sleeping attires.

 

“What the hell are you doing, man?” Will asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned.

 

“There’s someone in there!” Chris insisted.

 

“Did you take your sleeping pill, Chris?”

 

Chris nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

 

Will raised his eyebrows. “Well, you’re probably just a little weird from it. There can’t be anyone in there. It’s locked.”

 

“But someone knocked on my do-“

 

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow, ok? I’m going back to bed.” Will went into his room again, shutting the door behind him.

 

Chris bit his lip and stared helplessly at the closed door.

 

“But…” He said, crestfallen.

 

“I believe you.” Jonny offered.

 

“You do?” Chris said with a small smile.

 

“Of course.”

 

“You’re a good friend.”

 

“Yeah… Thanks.” Jonny answered.

 

“So… I better get to bed before the sleeping pill gets to me.” Chris sighed.

 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Jonny turned around and began to shut his door. Chris looked down the dark corridor and felt his heart beat quicken.

 

“Wait!” Chris held back Jonny’s door and Jonny looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“I’m… Well, this kind of scared me a little. Can I, uhm, stay in your room?”

 

Jonny couldn’t believe his ears and he tried to suppress the flutter of feelings in his stomach.

 

“Sure.” He opened the door further and let Chris in. “It’s… Well it’s kind of a small bed, but…”

 

“Oh, we’ll manage.” Chris said with a smile, trying to take lightly on the situation and ignoring his heart thundering in his chest.

 

“Ok…” Jonny wiped the palms of his hands on the boxers he was wearing and swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

 

He closed the door and took a deep breath before turning around to face Chris. He was taking off his trousers.

 

“What are you doing?” Jonny asked, panicking.

 

Chris frowned. “I’m… Taking of my trousers? What do you think I’m doing?” He laughed. “I usually don’t sleep with them on.”

 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Jonny was feeling exceptionally flustered.

 

Chris shivered where he stood in his boxers and quickly got under the covers.

 

“Mm, cozy.” He sighed contentedly and turned to Jonny. “Is there something wrong?”

 

Jonny shook himself out of his stupor. “No. No, not at all.”

 

“Then come to bed, silly.”

 

Jonny inwardly groaned and got in to the bed next to Chris, being careful to stay as far to his side as he could.

 

But Chris wouldn’t have that.

 

“God, it’s freezing.” He snuggled up to Jonny, putting his head on his shoulder.

 

Jonny sighed a little and reached over Chris and blew out the candle, leaving the room in darkness.

 

“Jonny?” Chris mumbled next to him.

 

“Yes?”

 

“You were telling me something downstairs… Before Will came back.” His voice was low. “What was it?” Jonny didn’t have any time to answer before Chris continued. “And then you were having this serious talk with Will. Jonny, are you sick or something?” Chris sounded like a scared child. “You have been acting kind of strange for a while now.”

 

Chris put his arms around Jonny. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

 

“Oh, Chris. You’re so melodramatic.” Jonny smiled. “I’m perfectly fine.”

 

“You are?” He felt Jonny nod against the curly mop of hair on his head.

 

“Then what was that thing with Will about?” He snuggled deeper into Jonny’s shoulder. “I thought we were best mates and told each-other everything?”

 

Jonny closed his eyes in frustration. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I can’t tell you.”

 

“Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad.” Chris prodded. “Did you kill someone?” He asked, excitedly. The sleeping pills were apparently taking effect, letting his imagination run amok.

 

“No, of course not!” Jonny exclaimed.

 

“Pleeeease tell me what it is, then!” He nuzzled Jonny’s neck.

 

Jonny, feeling an immense heat in the pit of his stomach, shivered.

 

“Stop it, Chris. I can’t!” He shoved him away.

 

“Gee, sorry, man.” Chris said sullenly and inched his way to the far end of the bed.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, both laying with their backs to each-other. Jonny felt miserable.

 

Chris heard Jonny turn around.

 

“Chris?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“If I tell you, you have to promise that it doesn’t change anything between us, ok?”

 

“Of course, Jay.”

 

Chris turned around to face Jonny in the dark.

“Shoot.” Chris said.

 

Jonny took a deep breath.

“I am, and have been for a while now, inexplicably and utterly in love with you.”

 

He heard Chris get up from the bed, sheets rustling.

 

“Chris, please don’t go, you prom-“ Jonny sat up.

 

“Be quiet.” Chris said, his voice unreadable.

 

There was a scratch and flicker of light as Chris lit the candle again.

 

He turned to Jonny, eyes wide and sparkling.

 

“Now, say it again.”

 

Jonny hesitated.

 

“Say it. Please.” Chris begged and sat down on the bed.

 

Jonny stared deep into Chris’ eyes. “I love you.”

 

“Thank god.” Chris breathed and leaned over and kissed Jonny fiercely.

 

“I love you too.” Chris managed to get out between desperate kisses. He held on to Jonny for dear life.

 

Jonny, still in shock, kissed him back with the same ferocity, burying his hands in Chris’ hair.

 

Chris moaned against Jonny’s lips and he smiled.

 

Suddenly, a loud bang from somewhere in the house interrupted them.

 

They let go, breathing heavily and staring at each-other in the dim light.

 

“That can wait until tomorrow.” Jonny decided.

 

“Agreed.” Chris smiled and happily pressed his lips against Jonny’s once more.