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Trembling, he sucked in quick gulps of air, moaning between each in rhythm with his sudden release. He clung to Jonathan's body tightly, given to the effect the young man's skills had had on him. Unconsciously, he pressed against his hand as it glided over him.


Bruce cringed suddenly as he rounded the corner to the corridor leading to the men's room. The fire alarm resounded so that he pressed his hands to his ears to mute its high pitched whir. Looking toward the end of the hallway, the fire exit door was slowly closing. He barely caught a glimpse of the man that had been watching them, his hand tightly gripping Peter's arm.

Dashing toward the door, he shoved it open giving no thought of his well being. As soon as he crossed the threshold someone grasped each arm thrusting him back inside the building. The door slammed in his face as he tried once more to get through the door, knocking him back. Loosing his footing, he landed on the carpeted floor.

Scrambling to his feet he started for the door again.

"Sir! You can't go out that door!" Someone called from behind.

He immediately stopped, spinning on the ball of his foot to face the host of the establishment. "Three men just kidnapped my friend! Call the police!" he yelled back at the man.

Obvious confusion contorted the hosts' face as he stood staring at Bruce.

"Please, call the cops, my friend is in danger!" He begged, then turned pushing the door open hard, stepping out in time to see a car speeding out of the driveway. "No!" He ran after them as fast as his legs could carry him. But the driver gunned the accelerator screeching away faster than he could run.

Rushing toward the BMW, he jumped in cranking the engine. Quickly, he was speeding down the street after his lover. His mind was a blur of confusion as he sped to catch up with the rental car ahead. Nothing of Tony entered his mind at the moment. All he could think about was getting Peter back and away from these thugs. And everything was happening so fast; he was reacting, not thinking, really.

As he begun to catch up with the medium sized economy car, he could see Peter in the back seat giving the two blondes a terrible fight. His elbow caught the one on his right in the nose, while he fought with the other, his arm around his throat. Then, suddenly, he lunged forward grasping the steering wheel of the car. It swerved one way, then the other, as he and the driver engaged in a tussle.

Bruce backed off from the car just enough to give them room, in case of an accident. He laughed as he watched Peter do his stuff, literally fighting the man at the wheel vehemently. The sight of the blows to the man's chest were driven hard and repeatedly made him cringe, knowing they were meant to inflict damage and pain. Then Peter grasped the man's face in a hand, wrenching his head back. The other fist was driven hard into the exposed throat. Both of the man's hands came up as he leaned forward fighting to breathe. Peter grasped the wheel, turning the car into the nearest stationary object.

He disappeared from sight, just as the car crashed head-on into a light pole. The car was barreling toward it so fast that the pole literally quivered, the light flickering as it did. Sparks cascaded down from the transformer across the road. Bruce brought the BMW to a screeching halt. Jumping out, he worried that his love was injured or worse.

The hissing of the mangled front end of the vehicle worried him even more as he approached the back of the car. Smoke and steam was rising from it giving him to know that the radiator was now shot. Approaching a back door, he worked to try to get it open. But it wouldn't budge. A tingle skittered down his spin as he saw Peter slumped in the floor of the back, unconscious. His worse fear was that the car suddenly burst into flames and he couldn't get the man out.

Racing around the back of the car again, he tried the other side, but the doors were jammed tight.

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