Sparks

Thirty-Two

Chris awoke early the next morning with a horrible pain in his chest.

"Fuck," he said, a bit too loudly, waking up Jonny.

"Chris? What's wrong, love?" He asked groggily, sitting up.

"Jonny, I think you should leave the room," Chris replied, clutching his chest.

At first, Jonny was worried. He thought heart attack or stroke, but then he remembered something that had happened over a decade ago, where Chris had clutched his chest and ran away from Jonny. That was an incident in which Chris had later explained was a result of a call from his president. This memory turned Jonny's worry into anger.

"No! I'm going to address this bastard who wants to take you away from me!"

Chris was in too much pain to be shocked by Jonny's outburst. "Jonny, please go. Now."

Jonny crossed his arms. "No! I refuse!"

"Jonny!"

Chris was almost willing to force Jonny out of the room by physically carrying him out, but by the time the president of Ollama's hologram appeared in the hotel room, it was too late.

"Good morning Mr. Mar- wait, who's your friend?" He asked, addressing Jonny.

Jonny gave him a scowl. Chris went to answer, but Jonny stopped him. "Sir, I can-"

"My name is Jonathan Mark Buckland and I am not just his friend-"

"Jonny wait, please don't-"

"-I'm in fact his boyfriend-"

"JONNY!"

"-and we love each other very much."

Chris' face turned to panic at the glare of the president. "Sir, I can explain-"

"No need, Mr. Martin. It seems that you have succumbed to the rank of your father and have become trash." Jonny's smug face quickly fell and turned to worry and shock. "You know the rules, Mr. Martin. You know very well that love is forbidden on Ollama, and you are still a citizen of your home planet. Therefore, you have committed an act of treason, just as your father before you."

"Sir, I-"

"Christopher Anthony John Martin, you have committed treason, a crime punishable by death. Government ships are currently on the way to arrest you. Please do not resist, as you must do your duty for the citizens of Ollama."

Jonny's heart broke and Chris was bawling. "What about my kids?" He cried.

The president nodded. "Your kids will safely be deported to Ollama, where they will learn the ways of a citizen and watch their father pay for his crimes." He shook his head. "And to think, I thought you were different."

"You are not taking my precious children back to that hell hole!" Chris screamed back at him. Jonny was frozen in shock and fear at what he had done.

The president simply shook his head and sighed before hanging up."

Chris buried his head in his pillow and screamed. There was no hope anymore. He'd be killed alongside Jonny, and his children would be taken back to his fucked up planet, where Moses would probably barely survive, if at all, and Apple would most certainly be killed.

Jonny didn't know what to do. He had really fucked up, and that wasn't even a good enough phrase to cover the enormity of what he'd just done. Chris screamed beside him and he knew that they'd both be killed.

Without warning, the tears fell hard. He'd gotten them into a really, really bad situation.

"Why did you do that, Jonny?" Chris screamed into the pillow. "You just got us both killed!"