22 Annoying little brothers

Matt saw Richie leave Jon's dressing room and went to talk to Jon. He knocked on the door as he was walking in.
"You know, usually people knock and wait to be let in." Jon said a tad annoyed.
"Most people aren't me though." Matt at least had the decency to close the door behind himself. "Care to explain why you ditched and didn't stay at the hotel?"
"No, not really." Jon said.
"I can just go and ask Richie since he just left this room. I'm sure he'd tell me why no one else was invited to stay at his house."
"Why do you ask me if you know anyway?" Jon asked, still a little annoyed with his younger brother.
"Because you’re my brother and the hickey on your neck tells a lot."
"Solves your question then." He turned around and went to check in the mirror how noticable it was.
Matt sighed and walked over. "I’m asking because I don’t want to see you get hurt having to choose is all."
"I'm not hurt."
"That’s not what I mean and you know it. You’re going to have to choose one or the other." Matt started to get annoyed with Jon now too.
"But not yet."
"But you will, and someone’s going to get hurt. I just don’t want to see you being hurt because you thought you made the wrong choice or something." Matt tried, he didn't want to see his brother hurt at any time.
"I'm not." Jon insisted, really not wanting to talk about it.
"Yet."
"Nope."
"But it could very well happen." Matt pointed out.
"I'll figure it out, you'll see, no need to worry."
"It's my job to worry."
"No it's not, it's your job to manage security and stuff. Whatever your job is." Jon tried to point out but missed the point Matt was making.
Matt rolled his eyes. "It's my job as a brother to worry about you."
"But you don’t have to, I got everything figured out."
"I might not have to, but I’m going to anyway. You do?" Matt asked surprised.
"Well no, but I will."
"Have you talked to Dot at all? About all this?" Matt asked.
"Yeah we talked, a few times."
"About Richie though?"
"Yes." Again, Jon completely missed the question Matt was asking.
"How’d she take it? That you’re even trying this with Richie?"
"She doesn’t know THAT part." Jon clarified for him.
"Well it won’t take long to figure it out when people see that during the show." He pointed at the hickey on Jon's neck.
"I've got make-up."
"Because you're not going to sweat that off."
"Shut up. I'll tell her when I  make up my mind about it all." Jon said, going straight back to being annoyed. He needed to make his own decision, not other people constantly reminding how important his decision would be.
"I’m not going to tell her. Just don’t take forever to decide or you’ll lose them both."
"I’m not, I told Richie I’d decide when the tour was over." Jon said, he'd make up his mind soon.
"If not before, knowing you."
"We'll see."
"Guess we will." Matt got up to leave.
"Buh-bye." Jon said and turned back to the mirror.

21 I like playing with yours

Together they walked to the car and Richie started driving

"Lucky you left your guitars." Jon said as they drove.
"I trust you guys with them."
"That means so much to me." Jon said sarcastically.
"It should." Richie smiled.
"Ah... That was sarcasm though."

"I know, but it still should. You know how much I love them."
"As much as me?" Jon wondered.
"Almost."
"You love your guitars more than me?" Jon faked shock.
"I said almost. That means no, I love you more than them."
"I'd understand if you loved your guitars more." Jon said honestly. He knew what the love for an instrument was.
"But I don't. The only things I might love more than you are my parents and my daughter but that's a different kind of love anyway."
"Yeah, that's true." Jon agreed.
"That puts you at the top of the list then." Richie said happily.
"Luck me. You're still at the top of my friend's list."
"You're topof that one too."
"Awesome." Jon said, now sounding a little excited about it. "I really am lucky."
"That you are."

They went back to silence until they were almost at the Staples center.

"So you happy to see everyone?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, it’ll be good to see everyone else. Apologize profusely for getting hurt."
"You’re not apologizing for anything."
"And why not? I’m the one that’s not there." Richie clarified again.
"Because it was my fault, we’ve been over this, no apologizing." Jon told him strictly.
"It's just as much my fault."
"We're not doing this again." Jon said resolutely, meaning their arguing about who's fault it was.
Richie sighed. "Yes dear."
"Good boy, now park right over there please." Jon pointed at a parking space close to the doors.

"There we go, lets go do soundcheck and I might let you help with the set list." Jon said as Richie parked the car.
Richie laughed. "No, you’ll let me think I’m helping."
"Same thing." Jon argued.
"Is not."
"It's close enough. Would you rather not help? No problem if you rather have Dave make stupid jokes about everything." Jon suggested instead.
"He does that anyway."
"I can encourage him."  Jon threatened.
"He doesn't need encouragement." Richie said quickly.
"Then be good." Jon got out of the car.
"I'm always good." Richie smirked as he got out and followed Jon.
"I'll let you believe that."
Richie continued walking behind Jon, admiring his ass. "Oh but I know it. You'renot so bad yourself."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jon asked, stopping at the doors.
"Means exactly what I said."
"In which way?" He pulled open the door and walked in.
"In that you're a great person."
"You're so sweet." He held the door open for Richie.
"I do try."
"I've noticed, you're getting so good at it." Jon continued walking, finding his way around the venue, greeting people as they passed by.
"I should hope so."
"Yeah very sweet and all but lets not mention that around here."
Richie rolled his eyes. "Well according to you everyone already knows anyway."
"They know about you." Jon clarified. He didn't want people to think he had done anything with Richie.
"So I don't have to change how I act then, now do I?"
"Just don't be touch and lovey dovey."
"I'll just be myself."
"That's how I like you best." Jon smiled.

Jon found their crew and announced that they had arrived but we're going to his dressing room. Richie waved happily at everyone and greeted them all.

In Jon's dressing room they were alone again and Jon sat down on the couch, looking around his room.

"I'll probably do sound check in a while."
"Do I still get to play in?" Richie asked.
"That was the reason why you came wasn't it?" Jon asked.
"And to just be with you longer."
"I suppose, so yeah, you're still playing at sound check." He got up from the couch." I need pick out clothes."
"That's easy enough." Richie caught up with him at the wardrobe.
"I can pick my clothes you know."
"You always pick the same ones thought."
"So? That's easy and I like them." Simplicity was easiest.
"Change is a good thing sometimes you know." Richie said.
"No, it's not." Jon said.
"Sometimes it is." Richie meant something entirely different than the wardrobe.
"I like things how they are."
"Some thigns that's fine. But what about others?" Richie turned to face him.
"What other?" Jon gave him a questioning look.
"Me."
"I like where we are."
"But it shows that some change is good... isn't it?" Richie asked insecure.
"Yeah, kinda."
"I'll take that."
"Good." Jon went through his clothes.
"Guess so." There was a guitar right next to the wardrobe and Richie just had to touch it and started fiddling with it.
"If you wanna go find your guitars, I'm not stopping you."
"I can play yours just as well as mine." Richie shrugged.
"Yeah, but they’re mine, not yours. So go play with yours."
Richie smirked and looked at Jon suggestively. "But I'd rather play with yours?"
"Guitars?"
"Those too."
"Go play with your guitars." Jon told him, half chuckling.

"Alright, fine." Richie said as he walked out of the room. He could talk to the rest of the guys now too. See his other friends.

20 Think I Got This

Richie finally let Jon's hand slip from his, hoping he was right in guessing what Jon was about to do.

Slowly he felt Jon's hand wrap around his cock, he groaned and Jon started stroking him.

He had been waiting a long time to get to this, he lightly bucked into Jon's hand as Jon started grinding against his ass. Richie relaxed more and leaned his head back, still groaning, feeling Jon stroke his cock and grind his own against his ass.

"Wanna turn around now?"
"I might." Richie said but didn't turn and thrusted into Jon's had, looking for more friction.
""Just turn over already." Jon said slightly annoyed because Richie wouldn't wouldn't turn around earlier either.

Richie finally turned over and pulled Jon tight against him, crushing their mouths together. Jon didn't expect it but kissed him back anyway and Richie started grinding their cocks together.

"No."

Richie stilled instantly.

"Now will you lay down?" Jon asked.
"I am laying down." Richie pointed out.
"On your back would be easier."

Richie raised a brow but did it anyway and laid on his back.

"What?"
"I'm just doing what you're asking."
"Didn't ask you to look confused." Jon said, wondering why he was confused, was this alright?
"I'm curious is all."
"Of course." Jon realized.

He reached over and pushed Richie's legs apart and moved to sit between them. Richie was more than happy to spread his legs for Jon, wondering how far Jon would take this.

"Don't get mad, okay?" Jon asked unsure.
Richie hesitated. "Okay?"
"And don’t blame yourself or whatever." Jon added.
"For what?"
"Whatever."
Richie only gave him a very confused look.
Jon sighed. "Just don’t blame yourself, yet again, for whatever happens next."
It didn't clear anything up for Richie, he was still confused. "I'll try not to."
"Great." Jon said and started stroking him again.

Richie liked it and started groaning again. Carefully Jon leaned in but kept on stroking, Richie watched him lean in even further and starting to get hesitant. He tried to keep still, not wanting to scare him off but Jon pulled back anyway.

"How?"
"Try to do to me, what you like being done to you." Richie said, making it sound very simple.
"But how do I start?"
"Just." Richie tried to think coherently. "Go with what you think is right."
"Okay." Jon leaned back in.

Richie watched him again, seeing how Jon was unsure of what he was doing but leaned in so his lips were against his dick. Richie had to bite his lip to keep his groan in. Slowly Jon's mouth opened and took him in. Unable to hold his groan any longer, Richie let is go and fought to not thrust into Jon's mouth.

Jon tried to suck, being unhandy about it. Richie didn't care, he loved the feeling of Jon around him and couldn't hold back a small thrust. Trying to make up for his unhandiness, Jon added some licking, still trying to suck too.

Richie's fingers twined in Jon's hair and groaned his name, thinking how well Jon was doing for the first time. Especially when Jon started sucking even harder, he started getting close.

"Jon..." He tried to warn him.

Jon pulled in time to watch Richie come, he smiled and was quite pleased with himself.

"Guess that wasn't half bad?" Jon asked.

Richie chuckled a bit breathlessly. "I'd say that was great."
"Really?" Jon asked hopeful.
"The evidence is all right here." Richie indicated the mess.
"Should clean that up then."
"Probably." Richie agreed but made no effort to do so.

Instead Jon got up from to bed and went to get a wash cloth. When he returned he sat back on the bed and gently cleaned Richie up.

"We should get ready." Jon said when he finished and got up again.
"Do we have to?" Richie instantly pouted.
"Yes we do."
"I don't wanna." He pulled out his best acting skills and acted like a child.
"Well too bad, get up."
"Ugh fine." But still made no attempt to move.
"Come on, be a good bay, or no more blow jobs for you."

Richie almost move as fast as lightening and got out of bed.

"Thought so."

Jon put his boxers on and went to Richie's closet while Richie put on a pair of pants.

"Where's that shirt I got you?" Jon asked from inside the closet.
"Which one?"
"The batman one."
"Should be on the left side." Richie tried to help him.
"Okay."

Jon found it and handed it over to Richie.

"Thanks." Richie said and pulled it on.

Jon walked over to the bag of clothes he brought and unzipped it.

"You could just take mine, you know." Richie kinda wanted him to.
"Yours?"
"Why not?"
"Your shirt?" Jon asked to be sure.
"Yeah."
"What if somebody noticed."
"Does it matter that much? Friends borrow things anyway." Richie said.

"Yeah I guess. Which shirt?"

Richie went in his closet and looked for one, having found one he handed Jon a sexy blue one.

"Blue?"
"I’m pretty sure it is yes. It’s good on you."
"Okay." Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Are you going to tell me which jeans too?"
"I can try. Mine are bigger than yours."
"I brought two pair." Jon offered.
"Have they been washed recently?" Richie joked, knowing Jon's habits.
Jon actually had to think about it. "Uhm, don’t think so but they’re not dirty."
Richie laughed. "I’ll look through what might fit you, but get dressed anyway."
"How am I supposed to get dressed if you’re gonna get something for me to wear?" Jon asked him.
"Get dressed in what you have incase I don’t find some for you."
"I can do that."

Jon pulled a pair of jeans from his bag and get dressed, at the bottom of his bag he found some socks to put on too.

"Are you ready yet?

Richie didn't find pants for Jon and got dressed himself.

"I'm always ready."

"Lets go then."  Jon said, looking at his watch.
"If we must." Richie sighed.
"We must, come on, if you're good, I'll let you play guitar during sound check too."
"Really?" Richie sounded honestly hopeful.
"Yeah but then you'd have to come with me, you know."
"I'm good with that."
"Then hurry up. Fuck man." Jon complained, since when did it take so long to get ready?
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm yourself."

They walked downstairs and Jon waited by the front door while Richie got his wallet and car keys.

"Ready?"

19 Bacon and Eggs

"Including killing me." Jon added quickly.
"I won’t kill you. But it would be one hell of a way to go." Richie said, already thinking of the amazing sex they'd have when Jon decided.
"If I made the decision that you don’t like, you’ll be close enough to wanting to kill me."
"If you make that decision, it goes back to the way things used to be." Richie told him.
"Yeah but you’ll secretly want to kill me." Jon said, sure of himself. Richie loved him, he'd be devistated if he turned him down.
Richie shrugged. "I'll find a way to move on."
"Yeah probably but you wouldn’t be very happy with me for a while."
"Probably not." Richie admitted. "But we’d find a way around it."
"We’ll just see what happens and not think about it until then." Jon suggested.
"That we will."
"Are you gonna make me breakfast yet?"
"I’d have to get out of bed." Richie complained.
"Yes, go make me breakfast." Jon playfully kicked him under the sheets.
"So demanding." Richie smiled and gently kicked him back. "Why don't you make me breakfast eh?"
"I’m your guest." Jon pointed out.
"I know, I’m only teasing."
"So go make me breakfast and I might let you join having it in bed. Bacon and eggs please." Jon said, quite pleased with himself.
"Alright, and I won’t forget your coffee either."
"Thanks dear."
Richie smiled as he got out of bed and pulled on some pants. "Don't thank me until you get to eat."
"Fine by me too. I’ll just wait here."
"You could help if you really wanted to." Richie suggested.
"No thank you."
"Back in a bit then." Richie said before he left.

Jon got comfy in bed, starting to doze off as Richie was cooking downstairs. Richie couldn't stop smiling as he cooked, thinking of Jon upstairs in his bed, happy he was there and of what they had done. He was also happy knowing what they would do.

He got everything on a tray and walked back to his room. When he found Jon sleeping in the bed, he took a second to look at him, he was on his belly, the sheets were low and Richie could see the curve of his ass, he was hugging Richie's pillow.

Carefully Richie put the tray on the dresser and got on the bed to wake up Jon after he had admired the view for another moment. He started trailing kisses up Jon's back, hearing him moan, Richie moved higher and nibbled slightly on his ear.

"Breakfast is ready."
Jon woke up again. "Oh sorry." He apologized for falling asleep again.
Richie kissed Jon's neck before sitting up. "Don't be, I like waking you up like that.
"I might nap later then."
"If you have time before you have to go." Richie pointed out.
"I make time, I’m the boss, I do what I want." Jon said, almost strictly in his bossy tone.
Richie laughed. "Until the angry mob of fans shows up right?" He went to grad the tray.
"I could make sound check short and we can spend the rest of the time in my dressing room."
"I like the sound of that." Richie said happily, thinking of what they could do in that dressing room.
"You were supposed to."
"Good thing I did then isn’t it?" Richie said and stole a piece of Jon's bacon.
"We’ll do that then."
"Sounds good to me."

Jon liked his breakfast very much and almost are all of it, then let Richie eat whatever he didn't, not minding that he did. When he finished, he leaned back against the pillows.

"Thanks, that was really good."
"Well duh. I made it." Richie told him.
"True, I’m so full right now."

Richie moved the tray back to the dresser and crawled back in bed, he still had the pants on, partly too lazy to take it off and partly wanting to be with Jon and wanting to waste time, so he cuddled against Jon.

Jon easily followed and wrapped his arms around Richie, knowing Richie was happy to cuddle with him, he moved his hands to the waistband of Richie's pants, not entirely sure of what he was doing, he kept his hands to the sides to push them down.

Richie liked where it was going and waited to see how far Jon was going to take it. He was already getting hard from anticipation.

It took a little while but finally Jon pushed Richie's pants down, instinctively Richie lifted his hips, and Jon pulled them all the way down.

Laying back, Richie waited to see what Jon would do, he didn't take his eyes off of him, just watching him as he watched him. Jon's gaze was making him even harder.

"That would hurt." Jon said all of a sudden.
"What would?"
"The real sex." Jon clarified for him.
"At first it does, but not for long. Usually a little sore in the morning though."
"I kinda assumed that, but you're..." He didn't finish his sentence.
"I know I am, but I’d take my time and prepare you properly so I wouldn’t hurt you." Richie promised.
"But you’re like... huge."
"I know, which is why I’d take my time because I never want to hurt you."
"But we’re not doing that." Jon reminded him.
"No, but I offered for it to be the other way around. You in me."
"We're not doing that either." Jon added quickly.
"But you wanted to learn."
"No, we agreed to wait for what I decide."
"I know we did, but you had said you had wanted to learn."
"I know but that can be like the exam or something." Jon said, he wasn't ready for it and wasn't liking this.
"You’re a hands on learner Jon. I know that about you."
"But I don't want to do that." Jon said annoyed, he didn't want to do this anymore.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Not doing the full out sex." Jon said, having lost the fun of it and the courage of what he was going to do.
"I got that now. Then what will you do?"
"I don’t know."
"What were you thinking of doing then? When you were taking my pants off?" Richie asked, trying to urge him on.
Jon shrugged. "I'm not sure."
Richie sighed and turned over, away from Jon.
Jon felt disappointed. "I was just gonna... do... what happened."
"You can’t seem to make up your mind."
"I was just gonna go with the flow." Jon said.
"You weren’t doing that either."
"I was, the flow just popped that in my mind." Jon said, half confessing.
"The flow said to lose interest in it all?
"No the flow said you’re huge." He clarified.
"You already knew that."
"Whatever, I’m sorry."
"It’s fine. I shouldn’t be pushing so much." Richie said, sad and disappointed in himself.
"You’re not pushing."
"I am though, pushing you out of your comfort zone, and you can’t say I haven’t because I clearly have. One minute you want to do it, then you don’t." He sighed and curdles up a little. "I shouldn't have told you about him." Richie muttered.
"Him? Danny? What does he have to do with this?"
"Because part of me still cares. Part of me still wonders. and a bigger part of me is afraid of pushing too much and pushing you away like I did to him."
"If you were gonna push me away I would have left yesterday"
Maybe, maybe not." He was still curled up, facing away from Jon.
"Come on, stop blaming yourself, it’s my fault."
"It’s not your fault at all. It's my fault."
"No it’s not, stop arguing about that." Jon said a little annoyed, why did he keep blaming himself for everything?
"I’m sorry." Richie said softly even though he was still blaming himself and was still upset.
"Come here."
But Richie didn't move.
"Okay." Jon moved to lay right behind Richie and put his arm around him.

Richie snuggled back at him as Jon moved even closer and put his hand on Richie's belly. Before he could do anything else, Richie covered his hand and laced their fingers together. Jon let him for a minute, knowing Richie was upset and wanted to give him that minute but then tried to pull his hand back but Richie wouldn't give it up. He was afraid if he let go of Jon's hand, Jon would leave.

Jon tried again after another but still wasn't successful, finally he just moved his hand down. Richie didn't let go but his grip loosened.

18 Letting Go

They slept until mid morning. Richie was first to wake up but didn't want move, he was still holding Jon and wasn't sure if he was still asleep and dreaming or not. Next to him Jon slowly woke up and snuggled closer to him, he was a bit surprised he was snuggling into a man's chest and not Dot's. Richie smiled when Jon realized where he was and cuddled even more, Richie held him tight.

"Air?" Jon asked.
Richie loosened his hold a little. "Sorry." He smiled and finally actually opened his eyes. "Morning."
"You mean good morning."
"Fantastic, perfect, great, good, take your pick."
"Fantastic then." Jon decided on a fitting word.
"Agreed." Richie agreed and kissed him.
Jon kissed him back.
Richie was reluctant to get out of bed but his bladded said he had to. "Back in a minute." Very reluctantly he got up.
Jon reluctantly let go of him and waited.
Richie was back within a few minutes and crawled back in bed.
Jon cuddles close right away. "Morning." He said again.
"Suprisingly still is morning. Actually up before noon."
"I  need to work today." Jon pouted.
"Wish you didn't." Richie matched his expression and pouted too.
"I have to but you could come with me. Everyone would like to see you, we all miss you."
"I miss everyone too. I’m glad the one I miss the most is here now though."
"Me too." Jon agreed, happy he was with Richie.
Richie kissed him, rather staying just in bed and not let Jon go to work later.
"We don’t have to leave yet."
"I know, I just don’t want to get out of bed." Richie said.
"We don’t have to."
"I think the guys would come looking for you if we didn’t. Not to mention the angry mob of fans that would show up." Richie chuckled.
"No we don’t have to get out of bed yet, still have a few more hours before I really have to leave." Jon explained.
"Still not long enough." Richie pouted.
"I’ll be here after the concert too."
"I know, it’s tomorrow morning I’m not looking forward to." Richie sighed.
"Me neither."
Richie just held him, enjoying the closeness.
"And then the tour will be almost over."
"Almost only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, nuclear warfare and blackjack."
"Fine. Then the tour will be over in a week." Jon said.
"For a bit it will anyway. Just this leg."
"Yeah but you’re coming on the next leg? Right?" Jon almost panicked.
"I certainly plan on it."
"Good, almost made me panic."
"I feel bad enough as it is not being there for this past bit." Richie said.
"I feel bad enough for making you miss this part."
"It was my fault for being so forward." He shouldn't have kissed Jon like that, the first time.
"My fault for being an idiot and grabbing a knife."
"You didn’t mean to." Richie tried.
"Still stupid." Jon snorted.
"But something good came out of it."
"Yeah but still."
"But I’m fine now." Richie assured him.
"I hope so, it’s was a really long cut."
Richie pulled the blankets down. "It's fine now.
"But you’ll have a scar."
"Scars are sexy." Richie countered.
"That much of a scar?"
"Yup."
"If you say so." Jon didn't know what more to say and kissed Richie.

Richie smiled and kissed hi back, pulling him right against him. Jon moved closed, still kissing him and Richie's hand naturally moved to Jon's ass while Jon moved his own arm to Richie's back.

Richie vaguely recalled telling Jon he'd let him top but figured Jon would just tell him when he wanted more. Jon's mind wasn't even that far and continued kissing him, he wasn't thinking of sex. Richie held him, but couldn't help getting hard, feeling Jon's erection too.

Sure of what they were both feeling, Richie grinded into Jon, making Jon do the same. Turned on, Richie groaned into the kiss.

A few minutes later Jon tried to pull back a little, but Richie held him closer, reluctantly to let him go even a little.

"Need to breathe." Jon said.
"We are breathing." Richie pointed out to him.
"Need a break to breathe then." Jon clarified, catching his breath.
"Sorry." Richie let go and backed off.
"You don't need to move away."
"You wanted room to breathe."
"No." Jon said, confused.
"You just said..."
"Break, didn't say room." Jon corrected him.
"Not much difference in my experience."
"No? I just want to breath, I don’t want you to move." Jon pulled him closer.
Richie let him and felt stupid for what he did. "Sorry."
"Happens, stay here."
"That wasn’t fair of me. still sorry."
Jon stayed confused. "What?"
"Pushing back that much, bad memory, not important." He snuggled up against Jon.
"Tell me?" Jon asked gently.
"It’s not important and it ended badly."
"So tell me." He wanted to know, maybe he could help.

"I don’t want to think about it." He tried to push it away from his mind, he really didn't want to talk about it. "It was a long time ago."
"Okay fine." Jon still cuddled really close, when Richie didn't say anymore, he added, "I'm sorry."
"It’s not your fault, I’m the one that should be sorry for reacting like that to simple words."
"You could tell me, might help." Jon tried again but Richie dind't react this time either and traced random patterns along Jon's side. "Up to you." Jon told him.
Richie stayed quiet for a few omre moments. "Danny. You met him a few times, back then. Always around, you guys all thought he was just part of the crew or something. He wasn’t, he- " Richie paused, remembering. "I loved him. We’d met in some bar somewhere, hit it off, had some drinks. He stuck around. We were together for over a year, then the band got big with Slippery. Well, you know what I was like then. Who would believe that I had a secret boyfriend that I really loved? I got caught up in the life of the band. But no matter how bad I got, no matter how deep I got into the rock star life, Danny was still there. He was a constant in that life. I needed him a lot, to remind me of what life really was about. Keep me from getting lost." His voice was soft, he smiled sadly in remembrance. "but then one day, we were together, I thought we were happy. He said he needed a bit of a break, some room to breathe." His voice caught in his throat. "I haven’t seen him since."
When he finished explaining, Jon was surprised how long the explanation was and was still trying to get it all in. "I’m not gonna leave you, 30 years of brotherhood, you mean a lot for me. I wouldn’t do that to you."

"I know that, I do." Richie looked up into Jon's eyes. "But that doesn’t mean that part of me isn’t going to be scared."

"You don’t have to be."
"I know that, and I’m trying not to be, but I can’t just stop like that." Richie sighed.
"Okay, at least you know, I’m not just gonna leave you like that, whatever happens, you’re still my best friend." Jon assured him.
Richie couldn't help the smile from forming on his face. "I know that. I’d never let you go if you ever tried anyway."
"Good." Jon kissed him again.
Richie kissed him back, holding him close. "I love you Jon."
"I know you do."

Richie cuddles close, still a bit subdued from the memories of the past as Jon kissed him. Again, Richie let his hands roam over Jon's body, knowing Jon would like it, he started grinding against him and groaning into the kiss.

Jon took the hints and kissed deeper and more passionate, making Richie forget all those bad memories and enjoy doing this with Jon.

Jon wanted more but didn't dare ask for it, he was relieved when Richie pulled back and asked for more.

"Still want to top?" He asked.
"That’s sex... thought you wanted to save that for later?"
"But you wanted to learn." Richie pointed out.
"But you wanted to save it for later." Jon reminded him.
"I know I said that, but what do you want?"
"We should keep that for later and then you could make it more special even."Jon decided.
"And for now?"
"We can do something else?" Jon asked, hoping Richie still wanted to continue what they were doing.
"Can do that." He carried on grinding against Jon.
"I really like that."
"So do I". Richie agreed.
"We can keep doing that for like...."

Richie silenced him by kissing him and grinding harder against him. Jon groaned, grinding back, he would be totally happy if they did that forever. Richie wrapped his hand around both their cocks again, making Jon groan and moan.

Richie was impossibly turned on just from the sounds Jon was making.

Jon felt the same and let his wonderful orgasm wash over him.

Richie stroked faster and came too.

"I’m good if we just do this forever."
Richie smiled. "And it only gets better."
"What do you mean?"

"You’ll find out when we get there."
"We’re keeping that for later." Jon reminded him. "When I decide, I promise you can do anything you want when I make my decision."
Richie noticed that he was as good as saying he already made his decision, but wisely kept his mouth shut. "I'll hold you to that promised." And kissed him.

17 Sex Lesson

Jon hesitated. "Toys?" He asked.
"I might."
"You might?" Jon asked confused. "How might you? You either do or don't."
"You’ll find out when you truly make your decision."
That didn't help Jon's confusedment and he made the unintellegent sound. "Huh?"
"I have to have something to keep as a surprise for you if you do really choose me after all don’t I?"
"If you must, was just wondering if you’ve got a blindfold... or..." he hesitated but added, "handcuffs."
"I very well could. If you’re asking if I’d tie you to the bed, hell yes I would." Richie said excited, already envisioning it.
"I dunno, Dot doesn’t like it."
"I’m not her." Richie reminded him. "I happen to love being tied up and blindfolded, and I would love to have you tied up and blindfolded too."
"Yeah?" Jon asked surprised, he had only asked Dot once and hadn't dared to ask again.
"Yeah." Richie smiled and held Jon close, kissing along his jaw. "I think you’d look wonderful tied to my bed."
Jon smiled too. "Really? You don’t find that weird?"
"God no, I think it’s hot as hell."
"Oh... That’s great, I guess."
"It’s wonderful." Richie corrected him, knowing from experience.
"I thought it would be, but like I said, Dot doesn’t want to."
"And like I said. I’m not her."
"I did notice that, she doesn’t have a big, lovely dick like you do." Jon grinned.
"No one’s got one like me." Richie grinned back.
"Probably not... so... wanna do that?"
"Are you up for all of it? If I tie you up, I won’t want to stop."
"Oh." Jon said, surprised and unsure of it now. He wasn't sure if he was ready for the actual gay sex.
"I don’t know if you’re really ready for that with me yet, so I’ll say no for now, but I would love to. But you need to be absolutely sure about us."
Jon was disappointed, finally he found someone that liked the rougher kind of sex and he was being turned down. "Okay."
Richie kissed him, he saw that Jon really wanted to but he also know Jon wasn't ready yet to go all the way. "Sorry."
"It’s alright, another time?" Jon asked.
"Definitely. When you're ready for all of me." Richie agreed.
Jon sighed, still disappointed. "Okay then."
Richie hated the fact that Jon was disappointed but he wanted him to be absolutely sure about them, he hold Jon close and kissed him again.
"Can we do it together again?" Refer to what they had done earlier that day, after he had just arrived.
"We can do whatever you want together."
"You’ve got more experience with this." Jon pointed out.
"I know that, but I know you have an imagination, and I’m new to you. You’re new to me." Richie told him.
"You can’t just show me what to do?" Jon asked, it would be a lot easier if Richie just told him what he needed to do.
"I could. You’re asking me nicely to masturbate in front of you aren’t you?" Richie smirked.
"If you want to, I’m not stopping you but rather something we could do together too."
Richie thought for a minute. "I could let you top."
"Top?"
"I prefer to top, but for you I can bottom." He saw Jon was still confused. "Top gets to do the penetrating."
Jon's eyes went wide with surprise, shocked with that thought, he hadn't expected that at all.
"What were you expecting?"
"I dunno, like you did earlier."
"Which part? I can guide you through this."
"You were humping my leg..."  Jon hoped that was enough of a hint for him.
"It helped me, but there’s more to gay sex. Full out sex is penetration. But from how you reacted when I started touching you there, you’re not ready for that yet. Frotage is nice though."
"What?"
"That’s grinding our cocks together" He moved over Jon and did just that. "Like this." Richie kissed him again.
"Oh." Jon moaned. "I like that."
"I should hope so."

Richie saw no reason to stop what he was doing at that moment and continued. Jon was really enjoying it, already his hard on was coming back. He didn't really know what to do so just laid there and let Richie do what he wanted, taking it all in. Richie was still kissing him, lower on his neck and lightly bit him, even that turned Jon on even more.

Looking for more friction, Richie moved a hand down to wrap it around both of them. He loved the groaning, moaning and panting Jon was doing, he knew he was going crazy with delight and loved it just as much.

Jon tried to hold his orgasm back, letting Richie go first this time but he soon lost his control, not knowing Richie had been waiting for him. After Jon came, Richie came too, groaning Jon's name as he did.

"Oh fuck." Jon sighed.
Richie layed over him, catching his breath. "Uh huh."
"I think this has got to be a record though."
"Oh?"
"I think it’s been awhile since I had 4 orgasms in one day."
Richie laughed a little breathlessly. "Glad it was all my fault."
"Wow." He was completely exhausted.
"Wear you out old man?" Richie teased but was just as tired.
Jon lifted a hand and slapped Richie's ass. "You're older than me."
He smiled and laughed. "And I'm feeling it too."
"Lets sleep anyway." Disregarding what he had said earlier.
"Sleep sounds great." Richie moved off of him and held Jon close.
Jon cuddled him and feel asleep almost instantly.
Richie kissed his head and whispered softly. "I love you Jon."
In his sleep, Jon moaned and cuddled closer before Richie succumed to sleep too.

16 Quick recovery

"Nope." Jon agreed. "So what shall we do now?"
"Hmmm.. what would you like to do?" Richie held him closer and ran his hands over him.
"I’m fine with this even." Jon said.
Richie agreed wit him. "You’re happy, I’m happy."
"I’m allowed to do something then?" Jon wondered.
"'Course."
"Thought I had to stay put and lay down cause I puked?"
"Well, it depends on what you want to do." Richie said, not entirely sure of Jon.
"I want to have wild, crazy and over the top rough sex."
"If I didn’t think that you could throw up at any possible moment, I would say yes in a heartbeat." Richie said.
"I was kidding anyway." Jon told him quickly.
"Maybe someday."
"Yeah maybe, now I’m just liking you being this nice. Don’t get that at home."
"I’m always nice to you." Richie defended himself, knowing he was always nice.
"Now you’re extra nice and taking care of me."
"How often in the past did I take care of you when we’re on the road and you’re sick?" Richie reminded him.
"It’s all different now, we certainly didn’t cuddle on the bed like this." Jon knew Richie always took care of him but not like this.
"We didn’t cuddle like this no, but I still held you didn’t I?"
"Not like this, you mean more with this."
"It’s not much different. the difference now is that you know I do and I’m not trying to hide it." Richie explained.
"Probably, I still like you being this comforting." He liked the care he was getting, at home he didn't get that kind of attention.
"I’m just happy I’m able to be here when you need me."
"I Wasn’t there when you needed me." Jon said a little sad.
"In a way you always are."
"Wasn’t this month.We didn’t talk that much." Jon pointed out.
"I still knew you were there. If I would’ve called, I know you would’ve answered."
"Yeah but that’s not the same."
"It’s enough for me." Richie decided, he really was happy to just be holding Jon.
"Okay then, this is still nice."
"That it is." He agreed with Jon.
"Could be nicer..."
"What’s nicer than being with me?" He smiled, gazing fondly at Jon.
"I meant nicer than cuddling."
"It could." He wanted to let Jon take the initiative.
"Yeah? So we could..." he hesitated a little bit, "kiss?"
"If you’d like. You know you don't have to ask me for that."
"Lets do that then." Jon decided.
"Only if you kiss me first this time." Richie really wanted him to be sure and take the initiative, proving he really meant it.
"I’ve kissed you first." Jon countered back.
"not as often. and you’ve always been unsure when you have."
"That’s not true, I wanted to kiss you when I did."
"But you still weren’t sure about this. About us. Or did you forget what you said after what the kissing led to?" Richie reminded him.
Jon felt bad right away. "That was the first time."
"I know..."
"It was a little weird the first time."
"Always seems to be I think."
"No it’s not, I kinda liked doing that to you, was just surprised by the effect of it." Jon said honestly.
Richie was slightly confused. "But you enjoyed it? Just started thinking too much?"
"Well yeah."
"Should work on that thinking problem you have." Richie suggested teasingly.
"If you wanna distract me from it, go ahead."
"I think I can do that." Richie pulled Jon right against him and kissed him.

Jon kissed back while Richie started running a hand down Jon's back. Making Jon get turned on, he moved closer to Richie, getting more friction between them. It was obvious and Richie deepened the kiss, moving his hand down to cup Jon's ass. He moaned a little but when Richie moved a finger to caress around Jon’s entrance, Jon froze. Richie kept it gentle, knowing how weird it is at first and didn't want to pressure his best friend into anything.

"Uhm, can we... Wait a little with that?" Jon asked hesitantly, he knew Richie wanted more and he didn't want to disappoint him either.
Richie moved his hand away. "Of course, sorry."
"Stick to the front for now?" Jon asked.
"I can do that." Richie smiled, kissed him again and moved his hand around to the front.

Jon leaned back in to kiss him, kissing him back while Richie took him in his hand.

"Maybe later, the other thing. This is good now." He hoped Richie was fine with this too, he really didn't want to disappoint him. He wanted more but didn't dare to ask since he had rejected one thing and maybe this was what Richie wanted to do so he didn't to aske for more.
"Then we’ll stay with this..." Richie pulled back a little. "But there is something else I want to do, and I know you’ll like it. A lot."
"Like what?" Jon asked curious.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
Richie smiled and pushed Jon over so he was on his back. "Then just trust that you’ll love this."

He proceded to slowly kiss Jon and caress his way down his torso, Jon was already liking it. Richie made his way down to Jon's cock, kissed it and took it in his mouth. He heard Jon gasp, making it obvious he was really liking it so Richie continued sucking, moving one hand but up to Jon's chest to tease a nipple.

Richie loved the loved sounds Jon was making, moaning and groaning and a mix between the two. When Jon grabbed his had, Richie sucked him harder and deeper into his throat. At that moment Jon coudln't hold his orgasm back and came loudly while Richie swallowed every drop, then smiled up at Jon, crawling back up to him and ignoring his own throbbing cock.

When Richie was back up, Jon reached in and kissed him again, but it was Richie who made the kiss more passionate.

"That was hot."
"Told you you'd love it." Richie smiled and kissed him again.

They kissed for a little while before Jon broke their kiss.

"Can we do it again?"
Richie was trying to ignore his still hard dick. "You’re eager aren’t you?" He chuckled, kissing him. "Not that I’m one to say no to you."
"It got interesting..." Jon confessed and hesitated to ask what he wanted to ask. "Do you got stuff?"
"Define stuff."

15 Poor Jonny Boy

"What's wrong?" Jon finally broke the tension, trying to find out why they hadn't said anything in the past half hour.
"Hmm? Oh... Just... Thinking." Richie answered.
"About?"
"If I said too much?"
"Said too much about what? Jon asked. "You haven't said anything at all."
"Before dinner, when I said you loved me and you didn’t really respond to it." Richie explained.
"I was just waiting for my food."
"But you didn’t respond, so I figure I went too far again."
"Nope, just waiting for food, thinking about the pain." Jon explained, he really didn't think Richie had gone too far with anything, his mind was just elsewhere.
"Pain?" Richie asked confused about what he was talking, physical or mental pain?
"Told you my tummy hurts." Jon pouted.
"You never did tell me what I was supposed to do about that."
"Nothing."
"So helpful." Richie said, how was he supposed to help if Jon didn't even know how?
"What are you gonna do about it?" Jon asked, wondering if Richie knew better than him.
"Not a clue."
"Thought so. It's fine, I'll just die here." Jon laid down on the couch, away from Richie.
"Don't you go dying on me, I'd have to kill you if you did." Richie tried to joke.
Jon waved a hand, waving away Richie's comment or agreeing to it. "Fine, kill me when I'm dead."
"Oh stop being so dramatic."
"I'm dying." Jon complained.
"You are no such thing. It's not allowed." Richie still tried to joke.
"It's close enough." His stomach was hurting badly.
"Nope, not allowed."
"Well it hurts. Shut up." Jon said annoyed. It hurt.
"Do you want crackers or something?" Richie offered?
"No, just let me die." Jon denied the offer, not trusting food right now.
"Not an option."
"Make it one." He ordered.
"Not gonna happen Jon."
"Shush." He felt another sharp stab of pain.
Richie rolled his eyes. "Dying isn't an option. What did you do?"
"What did I do? I didn’t do anything."
"It happened before you ate, so you can’t blame the food."
"Sure I can, it made it worse." Jon complained.
"That’s what you get for eating that much." Richie pointed out.
"Shut up, go turn into a doctor or something." Jon complained.
"Best I can do is give you some ginger ale and crackers." He offered again, there wasn't much else he could do to help.
"I'm fine then." Jon said as he moved over and laid his head in Richie's lap.
Richie ran his fingers through Jon's hair. "Then just rest it away."
"Fucking burger."
"You’ll feel better later, hopefully." He really did hope so, now that he was sure Jon wasn't faking it he felt bad for him and he didn't like seeing Jon in pain.
"If I haven’t died by then."
"I wouldn't let you die."
"I'm not dying." Jon finally gave in.
"Good man."
"You could be sympathetic and agree that I'm dying." Jon complained, looking for some sympathy.
"You're not dying." Richie pointed out, the pain couldn't be that bad.
"It still hurts. Gimme your hand." Jon held up his to take Richie's.
Richie gave him his hand and said, "You know you're not dying."
Carefully Jon laid Richie hand on his belly where it hurt. "Why couldn't you have been a doctor?"
"Wanted to be in a rock band instead." Richie said.
"What an idea." Jon said sarcastically.
"I thought so, it’s a pretty good thing."
"Can you do something?" Jon asked carefully, not sure of what Richie would think about it.
"Such as?" Richie asked.
"Rub my tummy?"
Richie rolled his eyes but did it anyway. "Is this curing your man flu?"
"Shuddup and be nice."
"I’m sorry dear, I’ll stop making fun of you."
"Thank you." Jon closed his eyes.
"You're welcome." He was still gently rubbing Jon's stomach.

Jon stayed quiet, Richie's soft motions over his stomach was actually helping to ease the pain away. With his eyes closed he couldn't see Richie looking lovingly down at him.

After a few minutes Jon fell asleep and Richie continued rubbing and watching him, wondering how bad it could be.

When Jon woke up a little while later, he took a few minutes to enjoy the bit of closeness they were sharing, he liked it.

"That helped a bit."
Richie smiled at him. "Have a nice nap then?"
"Kinda. Still hurts but not as much."
"then I’d think we’ll just take it easy tonight then eh?" Richie suggested;
"What amazing, exciting plans did you have in mind otherwise?" Jon asked sarcastically.
"I didn't."
"Well then." Jon pointed out.
"I don't plan that far ahead."
"Good, I can lay here some more then. 'Cause it helps"
"I’m glad." Richie said honestly.
"I’m sure you are."
"If it’s helping you, of course I’m glad."
"What's the time?" Jon wondered.
Richie looked around for a clock. "Almost 8."
"Fuck, I'm old." Jon complained.
Richie laughed. "Don’t go saying that, that only makes me ancient!"
"It’s not even 8 and I want to go to bed."
"It happens sometimes." Richie said, not finding it a big deal at all.
"It’s way too early, it’s time to get on stage."
"Just about yeah." Richie agreed.
"Can we go to bed?" He asked anyway.
"If you’d like, of course."
"Okay." Jon tried to get up but wasn't succeeding much.
"Do I need to carry you?" Richie asked genuinely worried about him.
"It's not that bad." He finally managed to sit up.
"You sure?"
"Yeah... Why? Do I look that bad or something?" Jon asked worried.
"You just look like you might fall over when you stand up." Richie said, looking at his pale face.
"Catch me then."
"I’ll always catch you when you fall."
"How sentimental," Jon said, "you coming with me?"
"Of course I am. How else would I be able to catch you if I wasn’t there?" Richie got up and offered Jon his hand.
Jon took his hand a got up, wincing when it hurt.
Richie slipped his arm around him when he noticed the wince. "Woah now, are you sure you’re alright?"
"Totally, to bed and I’ll be fine." Jon waved it off, not wanting to admit to it.
"Are you sure you don’t want carried?"
"I’m fine, just help me upstairs." Jon said.
"Alright."

Richie kept his arm around Jon, helping him to the stairs and to the bedroom, carefully Jon said down on the bed.

"See told you I was fine." Jon said.
"Only needed a bit of help." Richie helped him to lay down. "Need anything else?"
"A bucket?" Jon asked.
"Do you want a glass of water too?" Richie offered.

"Maybe."
"Ok."

Richie went to get a bucket and a glass of water while Jon waited and felt sicker. When he came back Richie put the bucket down beside the bed but close enough for Jon to reach.

"Water?" He offered the glass with straw.
"I'm fine now." Jon declined, still not trusting anything in his stomach.
"For now. Sip the water anyway." Richie advised him.
"No thanks."
"It'll help."

Jon leaned over and grabbed the bucket, lifting it up and he emptied his stomach's contents into it. Richie rubbed his back, wishing he could help more. When it stopped, Jon reached for the glass of water, anything to get rid of that disgusting taste. Richie's hand wrapped over his shaking one, stilling his motions so he was able to drink from the straw.

Jon drank and put the glass back down, then tried to get up.

"And where do you think you're going?" Richie asked him.
"Clean the bucket out."
"That’s what I’m doing, you’re staying put." Richie ordered him.
"But-"
"But nothing, I'm taking care of you, simple as that."
"Fine." Jon said and turned around on the bed, his back to Richie.

Jon didn't move at all as Richie went to clean out the bucket, then returned it to it's place beside the bed.

"Anything else you need?" Richie asked, getting on the bed on his side.
"You?" Jon asked.
"You've got me."

Jon moved closer to Richie as Richie hoped he could be a comfort to him as they cuddled. He rubbed Jon's back, hoping it would help.

"Much better." Jon said after a while.
"Want some more water?"
"Yeah maybe. Fucking burger." He carefully sat up again to reach the water.
Richie helped him again, seeing he was still shaking. "You were sick before you had the burger."
Jon drank a little. "Still the burger's fault."
"Alright, I won’t take you there for dinner again." Richie put the glass of water back down.
Jon laid back down on the bed. "Thought you liked that place?"
" I do, but it made you sick, and I don’t like you being sick so... yeah."
"Didn’t know that would happen and told you, feel much better now." Jon said honest, the pain was gone.
"Hopefully you’ll feel all better by morning."
"Im better now, just wanna lay here with you for a bit."
Richie held him close. "That sounds good to me." He kissed the top of Jon's head.
"That's all I get?" Jon complained.
"You threw up. I’m not kissing that no matter how much I love you."
"Well no, didn’t exactly mean that but alright." Jon tried to get up.
But Richie held him down. "Don’t get up yet. You don’t know if you’re done throwing up yet, so we’ll wait on that ok?"

"I’m fine, just wanted to brush my teeth."
"I know you do, but are you sure you’re fine?"
"Promise." Jon promised.
"Are you going to be alright getting to the bathroom yourself?"
"You can give me a hand if it makes you feel better."
"I just don’t want you hurting yourself." Richie said, he didn't want Jon to be hurting in any way.
"I can walk to the bathroom." Jon complained.
"Can you do it without getting dizzy and sick again? I don’t know. But come on." Richie helped him up.
Jon sat up without any problems. "See, fine."
"Not going to stop me from worrying and making sure."
"I know, you’re sweet."

He moved to the edge of the bed as Richie got off and offered his hands but Jon was stubborn and ignored Richie's hands, getting up on his own, then getting dizzy and having to grab onto Richie shoulder. Richie moved fast to wrap one arm around Jon and pick up the bucket with to other just in case.

"You know you don’t have to be strong all the time." Richie said gently.
"Was just a little dizzy and it’s not like I’m sick, I just puked."
"Because puking is a completely normal thing to do when perfectly healthy." Richie's sarcasm was very obvious.
"Doesn’t mean I’m sick, sick either, that burger was just no good on top of it. Fine now."

Richie helped him to the bathroom.

"Better safe than sorry." He said.
"Thanks but I promise that I’m fine... My tooth brush is kinda still in my bag, which is in your room...."
"Just hold still and I’ll get it. Which pocket?" Richie asked.
"I don’t know, somewhere in there. Can you get me something more comfortable to wear, I’m assuming you’re not letting me out of bed again now, or at least not out of the bedroom."

Richie returned with Jon's tooth brush and shorts for him to wear. Together they brushed their teeth and changed to go to bed.

Finishing first, Jon slowly walked back to the bed, Richie right behind him, staying close to make sure Jon was ok.

"Do you want the bucket by the bed still? Just in case?" Richie asked.
"I’m fine, really, just wasn’t a good idea to have that burger."
"I’ll put it there just to be safe anyway." Richie put the bucket there again and went to refill the glass of water too.

Jon moved to the middle of the bed, waiting for Richie to come join him again.

Richie made sure everything was in place, then went around to his side to crawl in.

"Going to give me some room so I don’t fall off?" Richie asked.
"Nope, guess you just have to get really close." Jon smiled.
Richie smiled, and cuddled right up holding Jon close. "I think I can handle that."
"I’d hope so and we’re not going to sleep yet, too early, we’re not that old."
"Definitely not that old." Richie agreed with a big smile.

14 No Apologies

"The guilt started when I gave you a choice." Richie sighed.
"At least you gave me a choice, you're letting me decide." Jon honestly appreciated that Richie was letting him decide and wasn't pushing him with anything.
"I would never force you into something as important as this."
"I know so there's no reason for you to feel guilty. I should feel guilty for wanting to do this with you without having made up my mind about it yet."
"But how would you know if you didn’t try?"
"I knew I liked girls before I had sex with one." Jon pointed out.
"It’s the norm, but I made you think about this, and now you are."
"Well yeah but you don’t have to feel guilty about it, it’ll still be my decision in the end." He pointed out again, he really didn't want Richie to feel guilty.
"But I still do because I could’ve kept it to myself instead of making you decide."
"That wouldn’t be fair to yourself."
Richie half shrugged. "But it's still true."
"Nope." Jon countered.
"Yeah it is."
"No."
"Yes it is." Richie insisted. "I could’ve just kept it all to myself."
"No, that wouldn’t be fair to yourself."
"And this isn't fair on you." Richie countered back, still feeling the guilt for bringing this up on Jon.
"Yeah it is."
"Not really." He couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Will you stop it? It is." Jon insisted, he was glad he had a decision in this.
"Sorry."
"Got it? It's fine, don't feel guilty."
"I'll try." Richie finally gave in.
"Wanna try something else?" Jon offered with a grin.
Richie looked at him questioningly. "Such as?"
"Keep our clothes on for longer than an hour." The grin was still on his face.
Richie laughed. "Might be difficult laying this close to you though."
"I can move." Jon said and started to get up.
Richie was faster and help him down. "I was joking. Stay? Please?"
"Maybe... You'll have to convince me."
"Cuddling with this handsome man isn’t good enough?" He teased but was worried about being rejected again.

"Nope Sorry."
Richie pouted. "And why not?"
"Dunno."
He pulled him closer. "What would convince you?"
"I really don't know." Jon said honest.
"You gotta give me something to work with here." Richie tried to get something out of Jon, he couldn't just start doing what he wanted, what if Jon didn't like that and he scared him again?

"Thought you knew me so well?"
"I do, or at least I think I do, but I don’t want to push you too much." He was wary after Jon's little episode earlier with calling what they were doing disgusting.
"I know but we could actually do something else."

"Such as?" Richie wondered.
"Lots of things, out of bed things, dinner, watch tv, play chess..."

"You? Play chess?" Richie asked in disbelief.
"Just a suggestion."
"Well pick one."
"Do you even have a chess set?" Jon wondered.
"No idea."
"Guess we'll have dinner then."

"Alright, what do you want?" Richie asked, not actually moving to get up.
"A big greasy burger with fries. Had enough healthy food on tour."
"Take out or do you want to actually go out?"
"Go out, show people you're still alive."
Richie chuckled, "that's a plan then," he still didn't move to get up.
"Today?"
"If you insist." Richie hardly moved, he was comfy with Jon.
Jon gave him a push. "Come on."

"Alright, Alright, I'm up." Richie smiled and finally started to get up.

They both got up and dressed again, ready to go.

"Where do you want to go?" Jon wondered, he wasn't exactly that familiar with Richie's neighborhood.
"You wanted a big greasy burger and fries right?" Richie walked down the stairs, Jon behind him and grabbed his keys and wallet on the way out.
"Yeah, so know a good place?"
"'Course I do." Richie smiled. "Come on."

They got in the car and Richie drove to a restaurant, parking the car when they arrived.

"You’ve been here before?"
"Often, it’s almost as good as back in Jersey."
"Well hurry up, all those work outs made me hungry." Jon whined.

Inside, Richie found a booth and slid in, Jon followed him instantly and sat close. A few minutes later a waitress brought their menu's and they decided on their food.

"I'm hungry." Jon complained when it was taking too long for the food to be brought.
"Oh just be patient."
"But my tummy hurts." He complained more.
"And you called me a child?" Richie chuckled.
"Well it really hurts."
"And what am I supposed to do about it?"
"How would I know?"
"Then stop your whining." Richie told him.
"I don't like you, you're mean."
Richie stuck out his tongue. "Liar, you love me."

Jon ignored him and waited for the food to arrive.

"Food." He said really happy when it finally arrived.
"Yeah." Richie said withdrawn, thinking he overstepped with what he said.

Jon took a huge bite form his burger, much too big to chew decently, making Richie roll his eyes.

"Honestly, you'd think you'd know better than try to eat half the thing in one bit."
Jon couldn't finish his bite before answering. "Why?"
"Manners dude, don’t talk with your mouth full. Seriously, you called me a child."
Jon swallowed a few times. "You sound like Dot."

"Didn’t anyone teach you manners dude?"

"Sure, my mom did but that was 50 years ago." Jon said.
"You'd think you'd still remember them." Richie complained.
"Shut up and eat." Jon took smaller bites and ate decently.
"I am eating."
"Continue then."

Richie rolled his eyes and continued eating. They didn't talk anymore and when they finished Richie paid the bill and they were ready to go home again. He didn't say anything to Jon, wondering a lot on how Jon was feeling, if he had said something too much and did something wrong by it but Jon didn't say anything either, think exactly the same.

At home, they silently moved to the living room and Jon sat down very close next to Richie, still wondering about what was going on now.

13 Nurse Bongiovi

Jon just followed Richie upstairs, if the nurse really was out there, he didn't want to see her either. He found Richie upstairs, looking out the window.

"I warned you she'd show up." Richie sounded worried.
"Bu you change the gate code so she can't get in, right? I couldn't get in..."
"Of course I did and I called the cops on her yesterday when she was standing there putting in different codes to try and get in." Richie explain why he was worried. What if she eventually found the right code?
"I should go scare her away then, threaten a restraining order." Jon offered even though he didn't think he could.
"She's been threatened with a restraining order, hasn't stopper her now has it?" Richie asked annoyed.
"Well, I'm a very tiny man, she'd kill me by the looks of it."
"Now you believe me when I say my nurse is scary?" Richie asked him, hoping he would.
"Didn't say I didn't believe you... What are we gonna do?" Jon asked a little concerned.
"Call the cops again." He felt his pockets to find his phone.
"Guess so." Jon waved at the nurse through the window, knowing she wouldn't be able to see him from that far and high up.
Richie still pulled him away from the window. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"She can't see me from up here." Jon shrugged.
"I don't care."
"Fine, call the cops and hurry up, I wanna do something else." Jon complained.

Richie rolled his eyes and called the police department again. While Jon waited impatiently, Richie explained what was going on and needed help to get rid of the unwanted person outside his gate.

"Useless." Richie said as he hung up and tossed the phone on his bed.
"You? not at all." Jon smiled.
"Them."
"They’ll get here and take mean nurse away from you. She won’t hurt you anymore." Jon said soothingly to tease him.
"That’s what they were supposed to do yesterday."
"They will now, it’ll be okay, don’t worry." Jon kept his soothing tone.

Richie shot him a look back, clearly telling Jon to shut the fuck up.

"Aw come one." Jon walked over to the bed.
"No, I’ve put up with her for two weeks."
"I can be your nurse now." Jon offered.
"You gonna be nice to me?" Richie asked him.
"Am I ever mean to you?" Jon asked back.
"Only when you work us too hard."
"That’s cause you need it." Jon pointed out to him, making clear they needed sound check when they did.
"We just go with it."
"Well, go with this too." Jon suggested, he had much better things on his mind right now.
"She’s still there isn’t she?"
"Who cares, come here." He tried to get him closer to the bed but Richie didn't budge.
"I do. She got in yesterday, and I don’t want her getting in today."
"We’d scare her away with what we’ll be doing anyway."
"I don’t think that would stop her." Richie said.
"Fine, I won’t be your nurse." Jon got up, left the room and went back downstairs.
"Jon, stop, you know that’s not what I mean. Just wait for her to leave."

Jon went through the front door, leaving the house, slamming the door behind him. From upstairs Richie could see him out of the window, he went wide-eyed. "What are you doing?" He rushed downstairs to follow Jon.

Richie caught up with Jon before he turned a corner where the nurse would be able to see him from the gate.

"What exactly are you doing?" Richie asked.
"I dunno, make her go away so you'll let me be your nurse."
"I’d let you be anyway, I just don’t want her anywhere near here." Richie explained. He didn't want to do anything if the nurse could get into the house and walk in on them.
"Let me make her go away then." Jon insisted.
"Good luck."
"You’re not coming? She’s much bigger than me, she could kill me. You know, me, the one you claim to love so much." He got scared now.
"Of course I’m coming."

"I didn't think this through." Jon said.
"Too bad, go." Richie gave him a shove.

"What am I gonna say?" Jon asked.
"How should I know?"

"Alright, I'll think of something." Jon said and started walking towards the front gate.
"Hope so."

Richie followed him to the gate. Jon felt enormously relieved when the cops showed up right then.

"About time they got here." Richie concluded, annoyed.

The cops had a restraining order that Richie needed to sign and they were able to arrest the nurse and take her away.

"That went very well." Jon said, relieved.
"I think so."
"Now can I be your nurse?"
Richie smiled at him. "Yes you can."
"About time. Sure she's gone? Sure I can be your nurse?"
"You bet you can."

They walked back to the house together. Richie had a big smile on his face as he followed Jon back to his bedroom.

"So, what’s the order nurse?" Richie asked once they were in the bedroom.
"Uh... Get on the bed?" Jon asked unsure of what he was going to do now.
Richie laid down on the bed. "Simple enough."
"Yeah." Jon got on the bed next to him, still thinking of what he should do.

Richie looked over at him, smiling, just happy that Jon was there. Jon moved a little closer, thinking of what he could do and pushed Richie's shirt up but then hesitated at the button of his jeans for a minute. Was he really going to do this? He was experimenting and that would be experimenting, so he should? Richie watched him, not reciprocating but wanting to see how far Jon would go with this or what he would do.

Jon sat back. "If you don’t have stitches anymore, there’s nothing a nurse should check."

"You could be checking to make sure everything works right, that the cut won’t re-open." Richie suggested.
Jon nodded. "Okay." He started pulling down Richie's jeans, noticing the entire cut. "That's a really long cut."
"Kinda yeah." Richie agreed.
"Sorry." Jon said, leaning in closer to look at it, starting at the bottom, Richie leg.
Richie couldn't stop his body from reacting to the scrutiny and started to get hard. "It's alright."

Jon got interested in what he was doing and traced a finger over the long cut, following Richie's scar up to where it got too private and stopped there. Richie really wanted him to continue his way.

"I didn't realize I cut that much of your... uhm... thing."
"It'll heal." Richie couldn't help being hard with Jon right there and wished he'd just do something.

Jon went back to trace the entire cut, then hesitantly about it, he wrapped his hand around Richie's cock. Richie inhaled sharply at his touch.

Clumsily, Jon started moving his hand, he wasn't sure of what he was doing or if he was even doing it right.

"Just hold it like you do your own." Richie guided him.
"I kinda hold it from another position."
"It's not much different." Richie encouraged.
"It's very different. Mine looks different." He continued his strokes clumsily.
Richie put his hand over Jon's, showing him how he liked it. "Maybe, but what we like isn't that different."
"How would I know, I don't know what you like."
"That's why I'm showing you." Richie kept his hand on Jon's and guided him.

Jon appreciated Richie's help and continued his stroked. He was a little surprised when Richie groaned and made Jon tighten his grip. Jon understood what he had to do and moved faster, making Richie groan again and buck into his hand. Richie's hand fell away and he clenched his fists into the sheets, groaning Jon's name as he came.

From his little distance, Jon watched him, finding it fascinating how Richie looked during his orgasm and now as he was coming down from the aftermath.
Finally Jon looked away and looked at his hand. "Do you got something for that?"
"You've got a tongue." Richie froze when he realized what he had just said.

Jon looked back up at him, in total shock, the little bit of disgust was back.

"I sholdn't have said that. I'm sorry." Richie apologized and started to get up. "Grab a cloth from the bathroom."

Jon didn't move, still a little shocked by what Richie had said. Cursing himself for saying what he did, Richie went to the bathroom to get a cloth and washed himself off. Getting off the bed, Jon found his hand icky and wanted to clean it too, he walked into the bathroom, feeling ashamed.

Richie looked up at him. "I didn't mean to say that."
"It's fine." Jon washed his hands.

Richie went back to bed, he hadn't missed the look of shame and Jon's face and hated himself for ever making his move in the first place.

Jon got back on the bed and laid down. "So..."
"I'm sorry." Richie was laying on his side with his back to Jon.
"It's fine."
"I saw the look on your face, no it isn't." Richie told him.
"It is now."
"Now that you've got your hands clean." He sounded a tad upset.
"Kinda yeah." Jon admitted.
"I should've kept my mouth shut." Richie muttered.
Jon moved closer to him. "It's fine."
Richie was still with his back to Jon. "The look on your face said different."
"Well, if you turned around, you could see the look on my face now." Jon moved so he was against Richie's back.
Slowly, Richie turned over to look at him. "But you looked ashamed of it."
"Fine, we’ll talk about it, does that make you feel better?"
"I’d just rather you didn’t look ashamed of what we do together."
"It's a little weird." Jon admitted.
"But why do you feel ashamed of it?"
"I don’t really know, I’m kinda cheating on Dot."
Richie looked down, hit with all the guilt again. "I'm sorry." He whispered and started to turn back over.

Jon was faster and stopped him, Richie just looked at him. He had gotten all his courage together and kissed him. Richie was caught off guard that Jon actually kissed him first but he was happy and kissed him back.

It didn't last long and Jon pulled back already. Richie looked at him, still feeling guilty but still happy Jon kissed him first.

"Does that make you feel better?" Jon asked.
"Doesn’t take away the guilt, but a little bit."

"It's something." Jon agreed. "Still wanna talk?"
"What about?" 
"The guilt."
"I don't know where to start." Richie sighed and unconsciously held Jon closer.

"The beginning?" Jon offered.