Karma Police

Chapter Ten

     When Ryan walked in the door he should have been surprised by the fact that Joe was sitting on the couch with the lamp light casting a creepy shadow across his face and a rather evil grin on his face. However, he knew Joe, and he knew this was coming.
"Am I right to assume that by the junior high type kiss on your cheek that things didn't go as well as you thought they might?"
"Well, you weren't on that ferris wheel so..." Ryan tried, and failed miserably, to conceal the blush that was creeping up on his face. There was NO WAY he was going to reveal any of the slutty details, not even to his best friend.
"Suffice it to say that I hope neither one of my dead parents were checking in on me tonight. Because even their ghosts would be more than a bit ashamed to claim me."
     Even though Joe wanted to know know so fucking bad what exactly went down, he knew there was no amount of harassment that would give him the result he so desperately desired. He decided to let it be...for now.
"I'm truly very happy you had a good time, Ry. You deserve this and so much more. That being said, you make sure to let him know that if he harms one fiber of your being under no uncertain circumstances will he live to see another day."
"Joe, you are absolutely ridiculous. Go home. It's been a long day. I need to shower this carnival filth off my body and go to sleep. I haven't forgotten that we have a job to do and I need sleep for my brain to work properly. Go bother your boyfriend."
"Lame ass." Joe dramatically rolled his eyes, picked up his keys, and left Ryan alone to stew in his own dirty boy juices.
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    The next morning Brendon's alarm went off entirely too early for his liking. He had gotten next to no sleep the previous night which didn't surprise him one bit. She had done a stellar job providing him with some semblance of private time during the latter half of his date, but Brendon knew she could only hold them all off for so long.
     He begrudgingly opened his eyes and slowly rolled out of bed. He needed exactly two things before he reported to the station for duty, coffee and a shower. After starting his coffee he made his way to the bathroom. When he took off his shirt, he caught the faintest hint of a smell not familiar to him. Upon a second or two of pondering, he realized the origin of the scent and smiled to himself. It was Ryan's cologne. He bent down and picked up the shirt, held it to his face, and took a deep breath. Internally his brain and body were waging a war. His mind was lost in memories of that ferris wheel ride, his heart was giving him all the warm and fuzzy feelings known to mankind, and his dick was on it's own path to self indulgence. He glanced at the time on his phone and sadly realized that this was gonna have to be a cold shower. He was most definitely not in the mood to hear his total bore of a partner bitching about his tardiness all day.
     He made it to work on time for once and mentally gave himself a high five for showing some restraint back in his bathroom.
"Come on Urie, we've got our first assignment of the day. A double murder, just the kind of shit to get your blood flowing." Dallon said with a sly wink and a hint of judgement in his voice.
     A short while later the duo rolled up to the scene to find the area taped off and see two other officers putting a hand cuffed guy in the back of their squad car. Dallon made his way toward them while Brendon sauntered over the the scene. It didn't take a genius to figure out from a quick glance that this was a rather brutal murder. Brendon ducked under the yellow tape and walked closer taking great care to not disturb anything.
    Laid out on the ground were the two bodies of young men. The taller of the two was flat on his back with his arms stretched out to the side. His left leg was bent at an odd angle that caused Brendon to believe that he was attacked from behind and simply dropped to the ground. He was lying in a rather large pool of his own blood that was caused by the fact that his throat had been slashed open. His face wore a look of pain and pure terror.
     The other victim was curled up on his left side with his dead arms wrapped around his midsection. There was a smaller amount of blood on the ground beneath him. The fact that his hands and arms were covered in deep red led Brendon to realize that this guy had been stabbed several times in the abdomen. He looked so sad, and Brendon swore that he still had a tears lingering in the corners of his eyes. Their faces seemed very familiar to Brendon, but he was having a really difficult time placing them.
     "Not sure why dispatch sent us out here, they've got this all wrapped up. The suspect is already in custody and has pretty much admitted his guilt. Said he was at the street fair last night when those two over there kicked him off the skee ball game saying he was taking too much time. He was drunk and decided it was justifiable for him to come back later. He attacked the tall one from behind, slitting his throat. He was gonna leave but the other one wouldn't quick wailing so he stabbed him in the gut until he shut up. Unnecessary violence is the worst kind. Why couldn't he just let it go?" Dallon quickly provided all the information he had learned from the other cops.
     It was then that Brendon realized why they looked familiar to him. It was Dan and his "homosexual life mate" Tim from last night. He couldn't wait to tell Ryan about this. He wanted Ryan to know that he wasn't the only one who wanted to beat those dudes up. At least he didn't kill them....
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     After a long day at the hospital, Joe decided to head to Chuck's despite Ryan's adamant refusal to accompany him. He was sitting alone at the bar thinking about how he was so, so happy for Ryan and his budding relationship, but at the same time he couldn't help but to worry. He worried that Ryan would get his heart broken and, selfishly, he worried that Ryan would no longer have time for him. He was deep into his brooding when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to the man who was now seated to his left and opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off and leave him alone but he held his tongue when he noticed that the man had a concerned look on his face and the kindest eyes he had ever seen.
"Are you okay man? You look worried."
"I think I'll be okay. Guess I just got lost in my own head," Joe replied with an almost smile.
"Anything you wanna talk about in particular? Name's Jon by the way."
"Joe. You see, I just worried about my best friend Ryan. He just started kind of dating this guy who seems nice enough, but Ryan has a fragile heart and I'm afraid he'll get hurt. It's not that I can't pick up the pieces, I've done it before, it's just that he doesn't deserve that. He's the best guy I've ever known."
"Oh no, I totally get that. My best friend is in an extremely similar situation. Huge heart, doesn't open up to anyone besides me, but he also just met a guy and is putting it all on the line. That's why I'm here. I need to take a break from fussing over him. Plus my boyfriend is getting kinda pissy cause I've been spending so much time making sure he's ok."
"Sounds like we've both got our work cut out for us." Joe said with a wink.
     Just then feedback from the club's sound system interrupted their conversation. The dj announced that karaoke was going to start and there was already an eager participant waiting on the side of the stage. Jon looked anxiously around the club for Spencer. Last he knew Spencer was in the bathroom, and mocking the people doing karaoke was pretty much the entire reason they were there. He was about to get up and look for him when the all too familiar voice of the love of his life came from the microphone.
"The song I'm gonna sing for you all is an absolute masterpiece. Everytime it's played, angels take shots and dance on tables. So Jon, my angel, I wanna see the dirtiest dance on top of a table I've ever seen! This one is all for you lover boy!!!"

See, he's my property,
And any girl that touches,
I might just call your bluff,
'Cuz I don't give a...
Who are you to call my cell,
Oh I'm gonna wish you well,
'Cuz any girl that tried has failed,
But...
Where my girls at,
From the front to back,
Well is you feelin' that,
Put one hand up,
Can you repeat that,
Tryin' to take my man,
See I don't need that,
So don't play yourself.
Where my girls at,
From the front to back,
Well is you feelin' that,
Put one hand up,
Can you repeat that,
Tryin' to take my man,
See I don't need that,
So don't play yourself.
Hey hey hey hey,
Don't you violate me,
'Cuz I can make you hate me,
If you decide to mess with mine.
Chop you down to size,
Make you realise,
That you done messed up this time.
You must learn the rules,
Don't come close to,
Anything that belongs to me.
He is mine,
My property,
So you must leave.
     Jon took a shot and jumped up on the bar. This was one of the million reasons why he loved Spencer. He never failed to find the best ways to make him smile and forget all his troubles. Jon began his best rendition of a stripper dance and Joe also forgot why he was so worried. By the end of the song both men were laughing so hard tears were rolling down their faces.
     When Spencer finished singing he jumped off the stage and ran over to the bar. Jon climbed down and was immediately wrapped up in Spencer's embrace. Jon started to kiss Spencer as if it was the last time their lips would ever meet. When his right leg found it's way in between Spencer's legs he could feel the effect his heated kiss was having on his boyfriend's dick. Spencer broke the kiss, grabbed Jon by the wrist, and pulled him towards the nearest door.
"Nice meeting you Joe. Hope everything turns out well for Ryan."
"Thanks. Same for your friend..."
"Brendon. His name is Brendon."
     Jon didn't have a chance to say another word before he was pulled out into the alley by Spencer. He quickly took control of the situation and pushed Spencer back against the wall and resumed their impromptu make out session.
"Take me home, Jon. Want to feel you inside me. Need it now."
     Jon curtly nodded, placed a kiss on the tip of Spencer's nose, and took a hold of his hand leading him out of the alley towards his car so he could get him home.