Sweet Serendipity

Junior walked back out, sighing softly and laying back down next to John. He snuggled into him, clsing his eyes and trying to fall back asleep.

John wrapped a loose arm around him, immediately falling back asleep.

Junior, too, fell asleep. He dreamt of nothing, thankfully. No images, no nightmares. Nothing.

John awoke a few hours later. He sighed, his stomach screaming for food. He kissed Junior's cheek and got up, stretched before wandering into his modern kitchen to make something healthy for breakfast.

Junior was still asleep, snoring gently. He, too, was hungry but he was more tired than hungry. So he slept, soundly and peacefully.

John made his breakfast. He didn't want to wake Junior so he left some food incase Junior wanted some when he awoke.

Junior woke up about an hour later. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around. He felt cold, the other side of the bed empty. He groaned and got up, looking around. "Johnny?" he called, not knowing where the hell he was supposed to go.

John got up from his couch in the living room and walked back into the bedroom. "Hey baby..." he said, smiling softly and sat next to him on the bed.

Junior smiled and cuddled up to him, laying his head on his shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, loving the feel of John.

John smiled softly. "Hey... how do you feel?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Junior.

"I feel okay," Junior replied, his mind flashing back to the night before. He still couldn't believe that someone tried to rape him. And he didn't know who. "Did... Did you see who did it?" he asked, hoping that John had seen who it was. He didn't like not knowing who had done it. It scared him.

"I got out the figure... I think I know who did it. It was probably McQueen." John said quietly.

Junior's head snapped up so he could look at John. "What?!" he exclaimed. McQueen? Why would McQueen want to rape him? He knows that he took John from him and that would upset anyone. But rape?

John bit his lip. "I wouldn't put it past him. McQueen had an... obsession... with me. He's tried to ruin all my jobs so that way I would go back to him, but it wouldn't work most of the time. You took away his obsession, and now he's pissed." He sighed. "I'm sorry... it's my fault."

Junior looked at him. "Your fault my ass," he said. "Don't blame yourself for that fucker's problems." Junior knew that he had problems, but this was ridiculous.

John sighed. "Alright... you hungry? I made breakfast." He said, smiling slightly.

"Not really," Junior replied, feeling slightly queasy. Since his 'attack' the night before, he had been queasy.

John nodded. "Well... I gotta go walk my dog and do some other things. You can come with me, or stay here and rest." he said. he didn't wanna leave Junior alone, but it was his choice, not John's.

"I'll go," Junior said quietly. His mood was going up and down, in and out. He was nervous and angry, scared and annoyed. He was going to go crazy if his moods didn't calm down.

John nodded and got up. "Well um... I'll go get ready. You do whatever you gotta do." he said.

Junior nodded. He looked around. "Um... I have no clothes or anything," he said, biting his lip. He couldn't change or anything without his stuff.

"I'll take you back to your place so you can change and whatnot." John said before leaving the room to gather his stuff. He had a few things to do today. Walk his dog, and maybe do a little shopping.

Junior sighed and got up, stretching. He didn't know what to think about what was going on his life anymore. It went from stressful to I'm-Gonna-Die-Before-I-Wake. How did it all get so crazy so fast?

When John was ready a half hour later, he went to go get Junior. "Ready, babes?" He asked.

"Yeah," Junior replied and sighed, walking out of the room with John and outside.