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Nick and Jonathan Part 16
Nick and the doctor went into the room and closed the door. Immediately all 6 security agents surrounded the door, like a pride of lions defending their young. "What's going on Doc?"said Nick, sitting in the chair the doctor pointed to. "Why can't I see him? What's wrong?" "I don't know how to tell you this son" began the doctor, gently. "Its not good news, either for Mr. Castleton... or you" Nick could feel his world start to crumble. ====================================================================
Chapter One Nick again felt like he could not breathe. This doctor was trying to tell him bad news.. about Jonathan....was he dying.. crippled... paralyized? The room started to spin. All of the pressures of the past four hours built up on him.. He could feel himself start to fall to the floor. He felt the ground hit him on the chest. The last things he knew were the chair clattering across the floor as he fell out of it and the door come flying open and crash against the wall as Danny and Chris responded to the unexpected noise...... then blackness..............................
His nostrils felt as if they were on fire. Nick could feel motion but it was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. His eyelids felt as if they were made of lead. The familiar scent of jasmine mingled with the strange burning sensation. His brain was telling him conflicting messages. Finally Nick opened his eyes. The burning sensation was coming from the ammonia smelling salts that were being held under his nose by someone. As he started coughing from the smell, his blurry vision started to clear. As the vision returned to normal, he saw that he wasn't in the hospital office that he thought he should be in. He was lying on the couch in the foward lounge on board Renaissance, the 747. He could tell that they were in the air but not having a clue where they were headed or what time it was. He had the sensation that the plane was hauling ass somewhere. He had flown enough in the plane now to realize when it was leisurly flying and when Captain Hendrickson wanted to be somewhere. Nick had the comprehension to realize that it was dark outside the plane's windows. Finally as his senses returned all the way and the dizziness finally left him, he realized who was holding the smelling salts to his nose.
"Welcome back beautiful" said Jonathan.
"Oh my God" said Nick, his voice a whisper. "You're alive"
Nick came up off the couch and piled into Jonathan knocking both of them to the floor. His arms couldn't wrap themselves tightly enough around Jonathan. All of the pain, hurt and questions of the past 5 hours exploded out of him in tears of joy at finding him alive and apparently not hurt. Jonathan slowly tried to pry Nick off of him, a little akwardly, as his left shoulder was bandaged, but not in a sling. Finally after a couple of minutes of not being able to break loose, he started tickling Nick. This produced enough of a reaction that he was able to get Nick off of him. About this time Anthony walked into the lounge with dinner on a cart.
"You know, you paid a small fortune to have this plane decorated the way you wanted, including a very nice bedroom." he started, a smirk on his face he knew he could get away with."You might have the decency to carry on like that on the bed. It would probably be more comfortable too."
"Hey, not my idea" said Jonathan lying on the floor, between gasps. While not seriously injured from being shot at, doing anything one handed required a little more effort. Especially trying to tear 165 pounds of muscled teenager off of him.
Jonathan got up and pulled Nick up off the floor. Nick could only look at him like he was seeing a ghost. Anthony generally ignored them both and began laying out dinner for the two of them on the table in the front lounge as if it was a normal day.
"Prime Rib, rare and very rare" said Anthony. "Baked potato, sour cream, and butter on the side, Caesar Salad for two, extra garlic tableside, and honey glazed baby carrots." Along with the food, he left two crystal carafes, one with wine, one with water, and two crystal goblets. "You-pointing at Jonathan-get the bottled water; you are on medication. Nick gets the wine. I'll be back with dessert later." He lit the candles on the table and turned down the lights. He silently walked back out of the lounge.
"Come on" said Jonathan getting up and walking over to the table. "Let's eat, I'll explain everything after we eat"
"How about we eat cold prime rib sandwiches and you tell me now" said Nick. "Do you have any idea how scared shitless I've been the past few hours?"
Jonathan walked over to Nick, kissing him softly. "I know babe, and I'm sorry, but it had to be done this way. Come on. I need food and I suspect you do too."
The two sat down and Nick realized that he was starving. He remembered that he hadn't really eaten since lunch yesterday going to Denver. All he had last night was beer, then Doritos today. As usual Anthony had cooked to perfection. He began to wolf down the food.
Jonathan looked over and watched Nick eating. He felt bad about keeping Nick in the dark over the past 24 hours and it might take a little repairing of the relationship, but it had to be done this way. Grumbling to himself he took up the task of trying to cut the meat gingerly. It was obvious his left shoulder was not working properly. Nick seeing his distress, got up and walked over and cut it for him.
"You want me to feed you too?" he asked playfully.
"Back in your chair kiddo" said Jonathan with a smile. "I'm hurt but can still manage to eat without a feeding tube."
Chapter Two: After dinner and a sinfully rich double fudge chocolate torte, to which Jonathan pronounced that Anthony was going to kill him with calories, the two lover wandered around the plane holding hands not saying anything but content in each others' company. Finally the ended up in the lounge upstairs.
"OK man" said Nick sitting close enough to Jonathan that he could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Time for answers."
Jonathan let out a big sigh, and a took a sip from the coffee cup he was holding.
"First off, I'm sorry you weren't told more" said Jonathan. He grimced briefly as a twinge went thru the muscles in his shoulder. The pain medication was starting to wear off. "How much to you exactly know?"
"That you had been shot coming up out of the T in Boston and that the guy who did it to you was shot and killed by Danny and that one of the agents is dead also" said Nick. He shuddered at the thought of Jason taking bullets meant for Jonathan. He moved closer into Jonathan, putting his arm around him.
"Yeah, I got very lucky" said Jonathan. "The idiot was a really bad shot. That first bullet that hit me actually caught the cell phone in my pocket was deflected up and only nicked the top of my shoulder, but ripped the skin open for like 6 inches. Thank God the fool was only using a .38 and not a Magnum load. I've got 27 stiches in my shoulder and chest. Jason came down on me like a ton of bricks. I've got three bruised ribs from hitting the pavement, but I guess that is better then he made out."
Jonathan could not help feeling saddened by the loss of Jason. Even though they were part of his protection detail and were paid to do what they did, they were still part of the "company", his family. Jonathan had already made sure that Brandon had started to handle all of the necessary things for the funeral and to see that Jason's wife was taken care of properly, comfortably for the rest of her life. He couldn't bring back the man she loved, but he could see that she was taken care of. His bank had already been ordered to transfer the money that he held as "life insurance" on all of his agents to her in an account that would be explained to her in a few days.
"So, what's going on." asked Nick, taking Jonathan's hand and playing with the ring he had given him. "Why all the secrecy if you weren't hurt that badly?"
"Danny found out about an hour before I was shot who was behind all of this shit. The attack in Switzerland, the threats-which you've known nothing about-and utlimately the attack in Boston this morning." said Jonathan.
Jonathan could see the concern cross Nick's face when he heard the word threats. "Please don't be too upset with me. I didn't want you to worry about the threats I was getting. Danny wanted a blanket of security over this whole thing. Chris wasn't even told I was not that badly hurt until he saw me about an hour ago get on board the plane." said Jonathan. Smiling he said "By the way, I don't reccomend being brought into the plane in a cargo crate. I was in and out of the hospital within 45 minutes. They kept up the pretense that I was in there the whole time."
Nick laughed at the thought of a man who owned a 250 million dollar plane being put on board that way. It felt good to finally be able to laugh at something.
"After you fainted in the doctor's office" said Jonathan. "Chris kicked the door open and damn near shot the doctor at seeing you on the floor. He has gotten very possessive of you. Danny stopped him and they picked you up off the floor and brought you into the emergency room. As far as anyone knows you are still there or somewhere in the hospital as I am. You went in through the front and out through the back and from there to the loading zone straight here. The original plan was for the doctor to tell you a story about me being very badly wounded and stuff and take you into the room in case anyone was around who could hear or had set up stuff to listen in; but you passing out kinda screwed that up"
"I don't know what happened man" said Nick a little embarrassed. "I guess I just stressed out"
As the two continued to talk, Brandon came upstairs and took a chair across from Nick and Jonathan.
"Hi Nick" said Brandon. There were signs of fatigue and stress under his eyes. "Sorry to keep you in the dark about all of this. I didn't know too much either until Danny told me what was going on."
"I'm just glad he is all in one piece and alright" said Nick.
"Yeah me too" said Brandon, his eyes showing his emotion. "You know, we gotta knock this shit off soon boss. I'm not cut out for this kind of stress." Getting up he walked over and got a beer from the bar and returned to the chair across the room.
Jonathan laughed as he saw Brandon smile. He knew he had made a lot of good choices in hiring staff, but Brandon was one of his best.
"We are about 2 hours out of St Thomas." said Brandon. "Danny felt that was the best place to lay low for a while. The suite there is pretty much self contained. He wants to keep you two low profile for at least 24 hours. He thinks he can have this all wrapped up by then"
"Thanks Brandon" said Jonthan getting up and shaking his hand. "After we land, I don't want to see you for at least a week or ten days. Go surfing or something." He pressed an envelope into his hand.
"What's this" asked Brandon.
"The keys to the condo at Mana Lani in Hawaii" said Jonathan sitting back down. "I talked to Captain Hendrickson earlier. The Gulfstream will land about about 2 hours behind us. It lifted off from Logan about 20 minutes ago. The other crew will fly you out to Hawaii in the morning They are going to stop off in Charleston long enough to pick up your girlfriend. Go get laid in the surf."
"You got a lot of things you need to know about boss" started Brandon. "I can't take time off now."
"You can, and you are" said Jonathan. "I'm not moving from St. Thomas for at least two weeks, I may not be hurt badly but my shoulder is driving me nuts right now. I've got attornys to handle the hotel shit, and they can fly first class and bill me if they need me. I pay you $150,000 dollars a year, and for that amount of money I expect someone who can think straight and six moves ahead. Right now, you are burnt toast and we both know it. After breakfast tomorrow I don't expect to see you until we get back to Hilton Head" Brandon could only agree with him silently. He nodded his thanks and left.
Chapter Three:
After Brandon had gone back downstairs to the office to do some work, Jonathan moved over to the bar and turned down the lights in the upper lounge. Moonlight came in thru the windows of the 747's upper cabin. Jonathan turned around and pulled Nick up to him. Softly he kissed him. "I'm sorry babe, about all of this. You mean more to me then anyone else on this planet. I wonder if I was selfish though in asking you to be part of my life. You never bargained for any of this. This has been going on for about a year. You really don't deserve this shit and I don't really have the right to force it on you."
"How can you be sorry man" asked Nick, pushing his head against Jonthan's. "This is my life now, you are my life. Without you I'd still be dealing with my father, getting beaten once in a while by that asshole, college crap and woman wanting to rape me for my body. Kinda boring compared to flying in a private jet and being shot at. Besides I'd still be a virgin." That brought a smile to Jonathan's face.
"Yeah, but I've hurt you" started Jonathan, only to be stopped by Nick kissing him.
"I'll get over it, knowing you are OK" said Nick. "Come on. I don't know about you , but I need some rest."
Hmm knowing you, there is something else on your mind" said Jonathan.
"Who me?" asked Nick as they walked downstairs towards the front of the aircraft and the bedroom. "I'm not the horndog in this relationship. I'm sweet innocent and virginal remember? Besides, this time zone hopping is driving me nuts. I don't even know what time it is and my body is screaming. I need to start working out again."
"You are sweet" started Jonathan as they entered the bedroom and closed the door. He kissed Nick first softly then with growing passion. "Innocent is up for grabs" he continued as Nick playfully stroked Jonathan's hardening cock thru his jeans. "As far as virginal goes, we took care of that in St. Thomas last time".
Nick opened Jonathan's jeans and pulled them down his legs along with his boxers. Jonathan's cock stood at full attention waiting. Nick slipped down to his knees, taking Jonathan into his mouth. Using just his tounge he moved it all around the hardened shaft. Working the tip of his tounge into the cum slit produced moans of pleasure from Jonathan. Finally after ten minutes of driving Jonathan nearly insane with the sensations, and before Jonathan could cum, Nick stood and kissed him; allowing the taste of his own precum to cover his tounge. With Jonathan watching him, Nick slowly and seductively took off his shirt and jeans, kicking them off with his sneakers and boxers. He lay down on the bed with his legs spread.
"Come here and remind me how it was done" said Nick stroking his own cock.
Jonathan lay down on top of Nick kissing him. As the flight continued on winging in the night towards St. Thomas , the two were united as one. Passion a fire more searing then molten steel bonding them together. When they were spent and finished, Jonathan pulled the blankets over their bodies and the two fell asleep interlocked together as one.
Chapter Four: Chimes sounded in the bedroom. Jonathan opened one eye and swatted at the speaker switch on the telephone.
"We're landing in like 5 minutes Boss" said Captain Hendrickson. "Thought you would want to know"
"Yeah thanks" said Jonathan.
As he rolled back over he was aware of the pain coming from his shoulder. He looked over and saw Nick awake and looking at the stitches.
"Wow, that looks really nasty" said Nick, taking his finger and gently tracing a line below the stitches.
"Then you don't want to know what it feels like" said Jonathan getting out of bed. His shoulder was intensely stiff. Swearing under his breath, he could feel the stitches pull against the skin. He silently hoped that Danny was right about this being over in 24 hours. Pain was not something he cared to deal with. Death had followed him a number of times from his parents untimely death to friends dying. He didn't plan on being next or Nick being exposed to it.
After wrapping the shoulder up in a plastic wrap, he stepped into the shower. Washing the sweat and dried cum from his body with a small degree of difficulty, he turned off the water and got out of the shower. Waiting for him was Nick with a large towel in his hands.
"Danny stopped by while you were in the shower."said Nick as he was gently toweling off Jonathan. "We're on the ground and the limo is waiting outside. Karen and Anthony have already gone on to the resort."
"Ok, gimme a minute to change and we'll get out of here" said Jonathan.
Nick stopped him as he went by to give him a kiss. "You welcomed me back when I passed out. Now its my turn."
Nick kissed Jonathan deeply, holding on to him tightly. "Promise me you won't keep anything from me again"
Jonathan forced his tounge deep into Nick's mouth. "I'll never hide anything again"
Nick reached down and stroked Jonathan's hardening cock. "Be a little hard to hide this"
They both laughed and walked off to the bedroom. Jonathan changed and after a brief lecture from Danny, they left the plane surrounded by security agents for the ride to the resort.
to be continued...?????