1 That's my dick dude

Calgary, Alberta, Canada, April 2nd 2013
"They're gonna start legalizing gay marriage now, did you see this?" Richie asked Jon as he folded the paper and put it down on the breakfast table so Jon could read it.
While Jon isn't paying attention to him, but busy cutting a bun into two pieces. "That's great. We could get married." He joked and waved it off.Abashed, Richie chuckled. "We really could now." He scooted his chair closer to Jon's.Jon finished cutting the bread and put the bread knife back down, picking up the butter and laughed at Richie's joke. "Damn straights. Let's go."
Surprised, Richie smiled. Is he being serious? "Vegas?"
Jon smiled, "Sure, let's go on the next day we off," and started laughing.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knows Jon has done suggestive things but he never thought he would get this serious about the subject of gay marriage. "Next Tuesday? Isn't that kinda soon?" Richie asked as he moves his chair even closer to Jon's and drapes his arm behind Jon's chair.
A wary look appeared on Jon's face, confused why Richie was moving so close next to him. Was he up to something? "Sure Tuesday. But we've practically been together for 30 years anyway. Not soon when you look at it that way."
"Yeah that's true and you know I've loved you for all those 30 years.
Jon laughed. "Of course you do Richie, couldn't have stuck together if we didn't love each other at least a little eh?" It was the honest truth, Richie is his brother, he loves him.
Richie smiled, happy to know how Jon felt, maybe there was hope after all. He moved his hand from Jon's back up to caress Jon's neck. So soft and he smells good too.  "Yeah, but I mean it. I really love you Jon."
A little confused Jon moved away, wondering what was up too but at the same time wondering if he liked what Richie was doing or not.
Richie moved even closer and put his other hand on Jon's thigh, hoping he had read the signals right. "I mean really love you."
Something in Richie's tone of voice how he said he loved him, made Jon tense beneath Richie's hand. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean this." In a matter of a second, Richie leaned over, closing the distance between them and kissed Jon gently.
Confused, Jon's hand grabbed onto the table, grabbing something to hold on to, when he finally found something, he relaxed a little bit.Jon relaxing, was encouraging to Richie and he started teasing Jon's lips with his tongue, trying to make him open up for a real kiss, at the same time he moved his hand slowly up to Jon's groin.
His mind started freaking out, Richie was touching him! Jon panicked, grabbed on to what he was holding and pulled it down off of the table, not realizing it was only an object.
Pain seared through his leg and Richie pulled back, looking down at his leg, noticing a long cut in his jeans and way too much blood he liked to see. "What the fuck?" Hoping to stop the bleeding he pressed his hands on the cut to stop the bleeding, biting his lip to keep from crying out in pain.
His panic was shared by Jon as Jon looked down too, realizing he was holding the bread knife and he just sliced open Richie's leg. "Oh my fucking God." He jumped up from his chair to get towels from the bathroom. "I'm so sorry!" He couldn't even believe what he had just done.
"Fucking bastard! If you didn't want it you, could've just told me!" He was sure he could hear the hurt of pain and rejected through his voice as he tried to get off his chair but got unsteady and had to sit back down. His leg was hurting too much, then he realized it wasn't just his leg.
"I'm sorry!" Jon yelled back. "I didn't know I was holding a knife, I wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt you." He tried to apologize while he walked into the room and covered up the cut with the towel, then pressed down to stop the bleeding.
The pressure on his leg that Jon was applying made Richie grit his teeth and hiss in pain. "How do you not know you're holding a fucking knife?" He glared at him angrily. "Get me some fucking help." He clutched the towels against himself.
"I just grabbed something, I don't know, I just panicked. How bad is it?" He got his phone out of his pocket and started dialing. "Do you need an ambulance?"
While Jon was on the phone, Richie carefully tried to take his pants off to see how bad it was "Fucking bastard." He winced and quickly covered it up again, already starting to feel faint from the blood loss, the pain and the sight. "Tried to cut my fucking dick off!"
"I'm sorry!" Jon yelled again, trying to see how bad the cut really was. "Just keep applying pressure.""What the fuck else do you think I'm going to do?" Richie snapped and couldn't hold back tears anymore.
Jon hurried his conversation with the emergency service, explaining what happened and hung up again. "They're sending an ambulance, they'll be here soon, it'll be okay." He felt sorry for what he did and wanted Richie to be okay, he didn't want to hurt him and hoped he would be alright.
Richie took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "It won't be, not now." He said hurt, thinking he's got no chance with Jon anymore.
"It will be, I promise. Do you wanna move to the bed or something? If you can?" He offered, hoping the bed would be comfier for Richie.
"Fine." Richie said even though he was unsure and carefully and started to get up. "Fuck." He couldn't stand and started losing balance.
Jon grabbed him around the waist and helped him walk over to the bed slowly and carefully, with the occasional wincing from Richie and helped him sit down on the bed again. "It's gonna be okay." He said and went back to the bathroom for more towels.
His pain didn't keep him from taking the opportunity to check out Jon's ass as he walked back to the bathroom as he laid back on the bed, keeping the pressure on the wound. "No it's not. Not after that." He insisted.
A minute later Jon was back and got on the bed with Richie, moving his hands away and taking the bloody towels off the wound, Jon leaned in a little to take a closer look.
Sure, I can't feel his and he can stare at mine. Richie watched him. "Why the hell did you grab a knife in the first place?"
"Just checking how bad it is." Jon said as he looked up, as if he needed to reassure himself too, then picked up the towels and pressed them back to Richie's leg and crotch, keeping the pressure on. "I didn't grab a knife, I mean to just hold on to the table or something, didn't expect you to start kissing me."
"You still kissed me back." Richie argued. "I mean it every time I love you, Jon." His voice lost its strength as he said it.
"I know you love me, I love you too, you're my best friend, man." Jon said, still not realizing what Richie really meant to say. "They'll be here soon."
"I love you more than that Jon." He looked up at him and leaned back more. "I always have." He just managed to say it before his eyes fluttered shut, dizzy from the blood loss.
In panic Jon looked up at him, "Hey," he carefully slapped Richie's cheek to get a reaction, "are you okay? Don't pass out or anything, it's gonna be fine." Finally he could hear the ambulance's sirens. "Hear that? That's for you." He tried to say soothingly.Slowly Richie's eyes opened again. "I'm fine. Just had the man I love try to cut my dick off." He tried to keep the hurt from his voice and tried to stay awake but his eyes fell shut again.
"I didn't cut your dick off, that would take a lot more effort with how big that thing is." He chuckled a little. "You gonna be okay for a few minutes? I'm gonna go see if they find the room."
"Alright." Richie said as he forced his eyes open and went to put his hand on the towel the keep pressure, brushing Jon's hand. "And it didn't stop you from trying."
Jon left Richie alone and got up to stand in the hallway to wait for the paramedics, then lead them to the room so they could help Richie. He left the paramedics do what they needed to do and got up on the bed with Richie again. "Still okay there?
"Richie was still fighting to take awake as the paramedics started taking vitals. "Not really. Tired." He looked up at Jon and closed his eyes again. "Fucking hurts."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Jon said and took Richie's hand to squeeze while the paramedics took over the job of keeping pressure on the wound.Richie gripped Jon's hand but kept his eyes closed. "Just give me a straight answer.
Jon moved off the bed as the paramedics moved Richie to a stretches. "A straight answer to what? Told you, you're gonna be fine.
"Frustrated, Richie forced his eyes open again to look up at Jon "To us. You kissed me back, but then you cut me. Just a straight answer. Please Jon?" He clutched Jon's hand like it was a lifeline.
"Yes. Yes, I told you I didn't mean to, you just really surprised me." He walked with the paramedics out of the hotel and to the ambulance. His answer was more to just keep Richie calm. "It's fine."
Richie didn't let go of Jon's the entire way. "You mean it? You'll give me a chance?" He was fighting to stay awake, barely holding on.
"Shhh, just rest." Jon soothes him and got in the ambulance, not letting go of Richie's hand. A second later he could feel Richie slip unconscious, his grip on Jon's hand lessened but didn't let go.
As the paramedics kept a constant eye on Richie's condition, Jon held onto his hand, finally realizing what Richie meant with love. He mean the kind of love that he had with Dorothea.
Finally the EMT spoke up. "What happened to him?"
"I cut him with a knife, accidentally... I didn't mean to.. It just happened." He looked back at Richie and stroked his hair from his face. "You're gonna be okay."
Must have been one hell of misunderstanding." The EMT said as he watched the interactions between Jon and Richie, and started cleaning the cut as best as he could before they got to Foothills.
"It was." Jon sighed as he watched everything and only felt more guilty. "Is he gonna be okay?"
"He will be, once we get him to the Foothills. Then we can get him into surgery and get him stitched up." The EMT looked out of the ambulance window, then continued his job. "Nearly there now. Your friend will be fine but when he's out of surgery, he'll need to be bedridden for a while to recover."
"Fuck, he's not gonna like that." Jon sighed again. "At least he's gonna be okay." Then he remembered he didn't only cut Richie's thigh open and got embarrassed to ask. "What about his... his dick?"
"He'll be alright, but that will take a bit longer to heal properly. He'll have to abstain from sexual relations for some time." He said while looking pointedly at Jon, like he was implying they were together but didn't want to stay anything about it.
The EMT's look made Jon unsure. "Oh ok." Instead he turned back to Richie and squeezed his hand. "You'll be okay Richie." For the rest of the drive he wondered what the EMT's look meant and if it might be believable if he was together with Richie.
Finally the ambulance got the Foothills emergency and Richie was taken directly into surgery while a police officer was there to talk to Jon.
Seeing the policeman made Jon nervous about what the man would ask him and if he would believe him, but first he had to make sure of Richie, he didn't let go of his hand until he was told he couldn't go any further and was forced to let go and watched through the doors.
The police officer walked up to Jon. "You were the one who put in the 911 call for the man just taken into surgery?"
"Yeah I did, he was bleeding so badly, we couldn't stop it..."
The officer got out his notepad. "Name sir? And tell me exactly what happened."
"John Francis Bongiovi... We were just at the hotel having breakfast..." He didn't know how he was going to explain this.
The officer wrote everything down and recognized the names. "Continue, and I'll take a shot and guess that "we" is referring to you and Richie Sambora?"
Jon nodded. "Yeah, me and Richie, we were having breakfast and he kinda got really close to me and he... He started to... " Jon tried to clear his mind. "I grabbed on to the table and pulled something down, not realizing it was a knife and cut him."
"Started to what? If you're worried about this getting out, you have my word that this will stay confidential.
"He started touching me first, my neck and my leg, then he started moving his hand and touched me... there... you know, then he started to kiss me... I just panicked." Jon tried to explain as best as he could.
"So all in all a misunderstanding eh? When he's out we'll still have to ask him if he'll press charges, but as this is clearly an accident, you'll both only have to fill out a report for the records, but I doubt anything will come of it." The police officer explained.
Jon nodded. "Okay, I think I should go back and get back to work."
"If you can wait about five minutes, I can give you the report to fill out and you can be on your way."
"Alright, thanks." Jon stayed polite and started thinking about how Richie was doing.
A few minutes later the officer came back with the report and Jon started to fill it in as Richie was coming out of surgery, still unconscious.