#h2onanners

“Well, you hesitated.” Nanners stated, clearly watching the glare grow on Del’s face.

“Whatever. There’s no point arguing with you.” Delirious shook his head, and he could hear the echoing laugh of his partner in his ear. “You better have the car with you when I get to the rendezvous point.”

“And you better be alive. There are three heli’s on your tail.” He glanced over his shoulder and confirmed Nanner’s statement: three helicopters were approaching his building. Delirious started running, moving from side to side as machine gun fire rained down on him. He ducked inside the building, quickly heading down the first flight of stairs to avoid stray bullet fire.

Delirious couldn’t simply drop down to the bottom; he was at least twenty stories up, maybe closer to thirty. He knew that. It’s why he tied a rope to the banister to be able to make his descent slower. So, you know, he wouldn’t die. A quick tie of the rope around his waist and he was making his way to the bottom.

He was making quick work, traversing about two floors a minute. It was when he was almost to the bottom that he encountered a problem. Delirious felt tension at the other end of the line. Crap, they were here. He glanced down to see how much further he had to go. There were four stories until he hit the bottom of the stairwell: two too many for comfort. It left three options: drop and possibly die, try and swing over to the nearby railing, or attempt to grab the railing of a lower floor.

Option 2 was the best. Del carefully slid out of the loop he had tied around himself, so he was sitting on the rope like a swing. He swung his legs back and forth, trying to close the gap between him and the ledge.

He was almost there when they cut the rope. Option 3 it was then.

Delirious reached his hands out, grabbing the very end of the railing of the next rail. He clenched his teeth, trying not to scream from the feeling of his arms threatening to slide out of their sockets. He quickly swung, dropping onto the stairway below. Finally untying the rope around his waist, he quickly descended the last few sets of stairs to the lobby.

“Get in loser!!” Adam shouted as Delirious burst through the door. He honked the horn, earning a few honks back from nearby cars. “We’re going shopping.”

“Can you maybe ... give me about ... two seconds to breathe?” Delirious asked, hands on his knees as he tried to regain his lungs.

“Yeah sure.” Adam mouthed ‘One, two’ before honking the horn again. To Delirious’ glare, he only smirked. “You said two seconds. That was two seconds.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“Hey, if you didn’t like it then why’d you put a ring on it?” Delirious sighed as he got into the van.

“Hey, we’re not married yet. I could still take it back.” Nanners laughed the infectious dolphin like sound filled the car. Delirious smiled. He had fallen in love with that sound and the man behind it.

It didn’t take long for the laughter to fade, however, as both Nanners and Delirious spotted two rogue pickup trucks on their tail. Nanners hissed under his breath.

“Any chance you could please get rid of them, dear?” He asked. Delirious nodded, reaching in the back for an AK-47 among their arsenal of weapons. He winced as he struggled to grab the gun. Looks like the arm did pop out after all. Nanners noticed the slight movement, and he grabs the gun out of Delirious’s hand when he brings it to the front. “I’m going to have to pop it back into place.” He muttered as he unbuckled. “Drive please.”

“Cruise control?” Del asked as Nanners leaned out the window. He sighed, pressed the little button, and leaned out the window once more. “Thank you.” Grabbing the rail on the top of the vehicle, he opened fire on the guys behind them.

“Bullseye!” He shouted as he headshot the driver of the left vehicle. It veered into the other one, pinning it to a nearby building as they made a left turn. “Too bad it’s only dead. Well, if you don’t count any pedestrians.”

“How is it that I’m the hitman and you’re the bodyguard?” Delirious asked as Nanners slipped back into the drivers seat and resumed control.

“Because you have you’re own set of morals to follow. I’ve been conditioned with the Any Means Possible philosophy of conducting things.”

“Well, you’ve got a little blood on you from that shoulder wound.” Delirious pointed to the hole, clearly recent from a 9mm round.

“Huh.” Nanners said, looking down at the wound. “Never noticed.” Delirious laughed, and it was Nanners turn to smile. The psychotic sound was music to his ears, and it only one of the many reasons he had said yes.

“Have I ever told you that I love you, Adam?”

“Only a million times a day, Jonathan.” They turned toward each other, sharing a deep kiss that only affirmed that they meant every single word and it wasn’t going away anytime soon. That they were in love, that they were engaged, and they were going to get married. And that passion for each other wasn’t fading anytime soon. Even if it was just three seconds of bliss.

“Road, honey.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.” Adam said. His voice sounded hoarse, and Jon pushed him the glass of water in response. Adam declined with a wave of his hand. “Did you need anything?”

“I wanted to ask if you were okay.” Jonathan said. “I felt like I don’t see you anymore.”

“I’m fine.” Jon didn’t like those words. Adam knew that. They were too simply; they were too many times a lie. This was the case this time. Adam was not fine. One look around the room and a complete stranger could make that diagnosis. It wasn’t that that hurt that much. It was that Adam seemed so keen on hiding what was ripping him apart inside that he was willing to push Jon away with such a blatant lie.

“I think your a liar.”

“I told you; I’m fine.”

“Are you though?”

“Yes.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” Jonathan threw his hands up in surrender, walking away from Adam’s bed but not leaving the room quite yet. “Just because you turned off your face cam doesn’t mean we can’t see you.”

The two sat in silence and their own thoughts. Was I too much? Did I cross a line? How badly did I fuck up? How do I fix this? Questions like these and many more filled the couple’s heads as both were too scared to make a move. It was Adam that finally broke the silence that threatened to engulf them.

“You think … that someone who hides behind a mask all the time would understand.” Jonathan didn’t say much else, simply taking the words as a permission to sit down. “I’m scared. Scared that we’re going too fast. Scared about making a mistake that will send this hastily built foundation crashing down.”

“Can I ..?” Jon’s question was cut off by a nod from Adam, and he wasted no time. Climbing over his legs, Jon positioned himself so that the bottom of their feet and their backs touched. He reached his hand over, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and intertwining their fingers. Jon could feel the shaking from Adam’s unsteady breaths.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Adam breathed. “I … I …”

“I feel the same about you.” Jon interrupted. “But for me, I feel like I have to move fast. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if I don’t move quickly, then I’m scared that I’m going to loose you to someone else.” He felt the pressure off his back vanish and his hand released, only for him feel a hand run through his hair and pressure on the back of his knees.

“Don’t worry; we’ll find a speed. A speed that works for both of us. We’ll work it out. Because …” Adam hesitated, his hand even physically pausing in Jon’s hair.

“You want to say it together?” Jonathan suggested.

Adam nodded. “You better be thinking of doing it the way I’m thinking.”

“Oh, I am. Ready. 1 … 2 … 3!”

“I love you.” They said in sync, voices getting louder with each word. “Bitch! And I ain’t ever going to stop loving you. Bitch!” They remained entangled in each other; their unique laughs filling the atmosphere of the room.

“Because Adam is not gay for me!” Jonathan argued.

“Yeah he is.”

“Yes He is.”

“But he is.”

“He is though.”

“I totally am.”

“This is not your business to butt into!” Jonathan was practically explosive, his cheeks burning bright red from embarrassment. Mike grinned at the person behind Del, shooting Luke a knowing look.

“That’s a shame.” Adam commented, making a little distance between him and Jon. “Must be another Adam Montoya that you are referring to. Because this one totally likes you.”

“Wait really?” Adam laughed, the signature dolphin like infectious laugh spreading through the cafeteria.

“Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?” Jonathan smirked, but it’s not nearly as big as the shit eating grin, the one he is practically known for, that Adam wears now. As soon as Jonathan gets even close to him, Adam grabs his hands twirls him around. He makes it so his back is to the door, ready to run at the next phase. There’s space between them now as Jonathan turns around.

“You little shit.” He laughs, the smile on his face blending in with annoyance.

“Your move.” Jon doesn’t hesitate, taking big strides toward Adam at top speed. But Adam is ahead of him, his legs pumping as fast as they go as he bolted outside.

“Run, Jonathan, Run!” He heard Luke mock after him. But nothing mattered until he had gotten close enough to tackle Adam to the ground. The two went rolling from the momentum, tumbling through the grass. Both men lay panting, side by side with hands interlocked.

“Got ya, ... BITCH” Jonathan breathed, pushing himself up with his free hand. Adam just laughed.