Kick keeps Gunther safe

their little apartment was kind of full. Kicks parents and siblings were in the living room.

"so where is the dillweed?" Brad ask.

"well he just texted me he's about five minutes away, his plane was late." Gunther replied, walking over to the door.

"two week tour without his manager/ bodyguard. must've been hard." Brianna said. Brad was the only one in the room that didn't know Kick was gay, Kick had fought like hell to make that happen, so Brianna didn't need to add that it was probably hard for Kick to go without Gunther for other reasons.

"yeah it usually is, but he said because where he was going, he wanted me to stay here. it was nice to have two weeks at home though." Gunther laughed, leaning against the door frame.

"why are you waiting by the door?" Brad ask.

"you'll see. he just spent two weeks across the country doing exhausting stunts, spent three extra hours in an airport, ten hour plane ride, and an hour taxi ride. he's not going to make it far. he never does." Gunther explained. the door swung open, Kick tossed his bags on the floor and fell forward. Gunther quickly caught him. "he used to do this and just sleep on the floor, in front of the door for about eight hours. I had to put an end to that when he was passed out there and I needed to go get some dinner." Gunther continued to explain as he took Kick to the bedroom. he was limp in Gunthers arms, snoring. Gunter layd him down and headed back to Kicks family. "I'm sorry you guys came here and all he's going to do is sleep for a few hours." Gunther chuckled.

"so why didn't you go to the airport and pick him up?" Brad ask boredly.

"because Kick would kill me if I left you guys at the house waiting for us." Gunther replied.

"I'm leaving mom. I'm bored as hell." Brad said getting up. he left, taking off in his car.

"so he didn't want you to go with him?" Brianna ask.

"he was going to a 'dangerous' place and didn't want me to go. honestly, I didn't want to go. I just wanted to sit at home and hang out. not in a hotel room. not on a plane. not standing on a stage hoping he doesn't break his neck." Gunther laughed. they paused hearing a groan. "thats new, he usually doesn't make a sound. hold on." Gunther said heading back into the bedroom quickly. Kick was up struggling to change clothes, out of his stunt suit. "Kick? man I thought you were out like a light, do you need any help?" Gunther ask. Kick didn't appear to hear him, changing his clothes. Gunther shook his head, taking Kicks helmet and putting it aside, then laying him back down on the bed. he headed back out.

"is he okay?" Honey ask.

"he was changing clothes." Gunther replied sounding confused. "he usually goes right to sleep. not sure why he was up." Gunther added. Brianna looked up and screamed. Gunther turned around. Kick was standing behind him with some kind of knife.

"Kick what the hell man!?" Brianna shouted.

"he's sleep walking. of course." Gunther muttered to himself, grabbing the knife from Kick with no struggled.

"he's what?" Harry ask.

"he still does that? I thought it stopped years ago." Honey replied.

"it stopped for the most part, but sometimes he still does it." Gunther replied. "alright Kick. come on." Gunther muttered. "and if you bite me again you're sleeping outside." Gunther added.

"he's bitten you?" Brianna ask confused.

"yeah couple weeks ago he slept walked into the living room, so I put him back in the bedrooma nd he bit the shit out of my arm." Gunther replied, rolling up his sleeve to show her. he moved quickly, wrapping his arms around Kick in a way to keep his arms pinned. immediately, Kick started struggling. Gunther carried him back to the bedroom, blocking the windows, locking the bathroom and closet doors, then closed the bedroom door, locking it as well.