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(SMUT)Between the Two- H2OVanToonz

A/N: It's short and kinda sucky, I'm sorry Dx 

I think C00kiez23 requested this lol

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The sun was gone. The moon took its place. Jon laughed as he left the bar, leaving his old high school friends behind to head home. He only lived a few blocks from the bar, but it had gotten darker than he first realized. Footsteps echoed behind his own, and he pulled his light blue hoodie tighter around himself, rushing his steps. The echoes rushed as well.

Delirious' next moments were a blur of drunken shouts and pain as he was thrown into a nearby alley way. He cried out with each blow to his small frame. The drunk men threw him down. Punch after kick, to his stomach and arms and legs. There was a point where Jon could no longer scream. He felt out of his body. He couldn't move. Couldn't scream. He could only watch them abuse him, their fists and flying at his body one after another.

He didn't know how much time had passed before they had finally left him lying there. Gathering any strength he could, he pulled himself up against the wall. Dust and dirt flew from his clothes as he brushed himself as gently as he could. Clutching his bruised stomach, he used buildings for leverage as he painfully stumbled home. The only thing on his mind was how he'd ever hide this from his two overprotective lovers. They had offered to pick him up from the bar when he told them about his plans with old friends. He insisted he could walk, that it wasn't that far from home. Regret filled him. His lovers always did so much for him, he didn't want to burden them more. But Jon wished he took them up on their small offer.

Eventually Jon made it home, just as the sun began to rise. Three blocks felt like three hundred miles. He hoped his lovers hadn't waited up for him. As quietly as he could, he entered their shared home, seeing them cuddled up on the couch sleeping peacefully. Though the worried looks on their sleeping faces were unmistakable. Jon took the next ten minutes to pull himself up the stairs without crying out or making too much noise.

Through their large bedroom, to the empty bathroom only lit by a small nightlight they kept in there to find the light switch. Jon didn't bother to turn it on. He didn't want to see the aftermath in the mirror. He turned on the shower, and he could feel steam hit his face. As carefully as he humanly could, he stripped off his torn and muddy clothes, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jon stepped in the shower, choking back a sob as the hot water hit his bruises and cuts. Then it started to numb his pain. He sunk down the the porcelain floor, hugging his knees to his chest and letting his tears mix with the water as it rained down on his bruised and beaten body.

Evan was the first to wake early that morning. He wiped his eyes, catching his bearings where he lie on Luke's chest. Water was running upstairs, but it was only six in the morning, and Jon hadn't come home last night.

"Luke, wake up." Evan mumbled, watching Luke's eyes pry open. He smiled, but Evan frowned. "I think Jon's home." With that said, the two tiredly stood and made their way to the upstairs bathroom. They planned to question Jon, as to why he hadn't come home, and why he was in the shower. Both men looked confused as they stood outside the bathroom door. The water still ran but the light was off. They opened the door, and it was absolutely freezing. Evan shivered as Luke flicked on the light. "Jon!" Evan cried out, his eyes finding the hunched over, small bruised body unconscious under the ice cold water. Luke rushed to turn it off, both of them gently shaking their lover awake. Jon looked at them and began to cry. He didn't want them to see him like this. Especially now, since the light was on, and Jon could see the bruises and scrapes. Luke wrapped a warm towel around his shivering boyfriend, Evan and himself both holding the bruised man gently in their strong arms.

As time passed, Luke had dried him off, and Evan dressed his wounds. Now Jon lay between the two of them in a pair of boxers and Luke's hoodie. Jon told them what happened. They were beyond angry, but instead of lashing their anger out, they calmed themselves down and held their scared lover close to their warm bodies. They showered him in tender love and affection until he fell asleep peacefully in their arms. Evan and Luke buried their faces in his neck, both of them with their arms around his waist, protecting him from all sides.

"Luke?" Evan whispered, sure he was still awake.

"Hm?" Luke mumbled, turning his head slightly to meet Evan's eyes.

"We can protect him right?" Evan asked sadly. Luke reached over and held his hand.

"We won't let anything bad happen to our blue-eyed angel ever again."

Jon woke the next morning, still comfortably between his boyfriends. His body was in agony. Everything ached. It hurt him to even have his boyfriends resting on his shoulders.

"G-guys.. please get up-p.." he whimpered, few years falling from his eyes. Luke opened his eyes at the sound of his lover's cries. Evan soon followed. "It hurts.." Jon whispered, unable to move. Without saying anything, Luke gently lifted Jon into a sitting position, Evan carefully removing the sweatshirt. Luke laid him back down.

"Would it help if we distracted you?" Evan asked him as he ran his fingers through Jon's hair. Jon nodded. His lovers leaned down, kissing either side of his neck. They both lightly traced their hands across his torso before resting on his crotch. Jon closed his eyes, feeling his pain be replaced with lust and pleasure. His lovers were tenderly kissing every cut and bruise as their hands palmed his erection. Jon squirmed beneath them. The two men took their time removing Jon's boxers, along with their own clothes. Jon was throbbing with anticipation. All pain now gone.

Luke and Evan both moved down the bed, kissing deeply before moving their mouths to Jon's leaking cock. Jon gasped and gripped the sheets. Two tongues wound around his dick from base to tip. Evan took Jon whole as Luke pushed a finger in his tight hole. Jon was a sweaty mess, and his boyfriends were loving it.

Evan was sucking him slowly. He took his time pleasing every inch of Jon's cock. Luke changed his position after Jon was fully stretched. He gently lifted his legs up, pushing deep inside him.

"So tight, Delirious.." Luke moaned. Jon couldn't speak. His jaw hung as Luke rocked into him the same pace that Evan bobbed his head. His body was tingling. Jon bit his lip, watching Luke penetrate him, and Evan still suck him off, now reaching down to stroke himself as well. Jon was in heaven. Surrounded by men he loved loving him and making him feel good.

"I-I..." Before Jon could finish his sentence, he reached his peak, his body tightening as he shot into Evan's mouth. Jon's back arched in a silent scream as his body shook slightly. The sight alone caused Evan to tense up and release on the bed and his hand. Jon's walls tightened around Luke, causing him to climax inside the small male, his sweaty body barely able to keep himself up over Jon.

Luke let himself collapse beside Jon, pulling the fast-asleep male to his chest. Evan curled up to the two of them, sighing with content as Luke ran his fingers through his short black hair. Both men easily falling asleep to Jon's pleasant breathing and the even pace of his heart.