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Title: Puzzle box and prison
Author:
darkangel985
Summary: Did you ever wonder how Jonathan managed to
steal the puzzle box from Rick or how Rick
landed himself in prison?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:
Rick/Jonathan
Feedback: desired.
Beta: I don't have one at the
moment, but if anyone wants to take on the job, feel free to contact
me.
Author’s notes: This is for Sheri, who wanted to have
more Jonathan slash. You'll get a real story someday, but for now
this will have to suffice.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the
characters or places mentioned in this story. I neither intend any
copyright infringement, nor do I make money by writing this.

Puzzle box and prison

The bar was as dark and
seedy as every bar in Cairo, that offered games and other
entertainment. Jonathan moved through the thick smoke that filled the
room, not paying attention to the drunks and whores scattered
everywhere.

His pockets were filled
with money, that he had nicked from his unsuspecting sister. Good old
Evy. So trustworthy, she didn't even
realize that her purse was a little lighter after each of his visits.
And even if she did notice, she was a good enough sister to not
complain about it.

Making his way over to
the card tables in the back of the room, a stranger captured
Jonathan's eye. Although he had been in this particular bar, whenever
he had managed to acquire some money, he
had never seen that man before.

Handsome in his own
rugged way. His sleeveless shirt revealed muscular tanned arms, but
his face was hidden behind the wild mane that fell over his face.
Intrigued Jonathan walked over to the stranger, momentarily
forgetting about his plan to play poker. These idiots on the other
tables could wait. He could always relieve them of their money
another time.

Not bothering to ask
for permission Jonathan sat down across from the handsome stranger.
The other man didn't speak to him, but looked up from his mug.
Jonathan was startled by the intense gaze that he could feel sweeping
over his body, taking in his form. It sent a tingle of anticipation
down his spine. But then he lowered his eyes back to his beer,
obviously loosing interest in Jonathan.

Ordering himself a beer
too, Jonathan thought about going over to gamble, but the stranger
sitting across him was too intriguing. What was revealed of his face
was beautiful and when he got up to fetch himself another drink from
the bar, the Englishman was captivated by his lithe and elegant
movements and the rippling of his muscles as he moved.

He couldn't deny the
spark of lust that had been ignited in his body, a desire to feel
that strong body move above and inside him. Maybe it would be one of
his lucky nights. Jonathan knew that the bar had some seedy back
rooms, that not only the whores used regularly. Just now he
could spot two men returning from the back of the bar, looking
freshly fucked.

Stupid country that
labeled sex outside of marriage a crime and saw same sex
relationships as something that warranted death. Although England was
little better in that regard. Out of the corner of his eyes, Jonathan
could see that the stranger had been watching the two men as well.
Good.

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But as the evening
commerced the handsome stranger across from him showed no interest,
not even throwing a single glance in his direction. Maybe he had been
mistaken after all and had now wasted time, that he could have spent
relieving drunken idiots of their hard-earned money. Jonathan was
focused on his beer, when suddenly slim
female fingers slid along his arm.

Before he could
protest, the whore had already placed herself in his lap, rubbing
against his body like a cat in heat. Jonathan quickly scanned her
face, that was almost completely hidden behind a thick veil and
decided that there was a good reason that she didn't show it. Even
the tons of make-up covering her skin, couldn't conceal the ugliness,
that lay underneath.

Pushing her off his lap
he sent her away, ignoring the scathing Arabic
curses she threw at him, before walking off
to another customer. Jonathan returned his attention to the other
side of the table, but the handsome stranger had vanished. Damn his
luck. He was about to get up and leave the bar, when strong male
hands grabbed his shoulders, pinning him to his seat.

He could feel the hot
gust of air whisper over his ear, before he heard the man speak:
“Maybe you are looking for another kind of entertainment?”
Nodding his head, his throat suddenly very dry, Jonathan turned
around and was faced with the stranger, who had sat just across from
him. His accent was soft, something Jonathan guessed to be American.

“You have found it. Follow
me.”

And without waiting for
an answer the stranger strode towards the back rooms, obviously
confident that Jonathan would follow. How right he was. Jon's cock
had hardened as soon as the hot air had been whispered over his ear,
anticipation rushing through his body, heating his blood and sending
it down to his groin. He followed the stranger like a cobra follows a
flute that moves in front of her head, caught in fascination.

John checked the gun in
the back of his trousers as he opened the door to the back rooms. It
was better to not trust people, when you tried to survive on the
dangerous streets of Cairo. Everybody was a potential thief or
murderer in these seedy parts of town.

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As soon as he closed the door to the small room behind himself,
Jon was pulled into a fierce kiss. A bold tongue invaded his mouth,
tasting faintly of beer, but not completely unpleasant. Eagerly
joining into the kiss, he let the stranger steer him towards the bed.

There was no time or need for tenderness as his lover opened his
shirt, never breaking their kiss. No names, just a handsome face that
trailed down his throat and let his tongue flip over his nipples,
while his pants were unbuttoned. The
stranger carelessly threw them aside, rubbing his own needy erection
against Jonathan's. Incoherent with the
sensations the pleasurable friction caused in his body, Jon hastily
opened the stranger's shirt and pulled it away.

Mmh, a firm muscular, tanned chest. Dusky nipples. Sucking one of
the hard nubs in his mouth, Jonathan increased the rhythm of his
hips, his lover's pants causing wonderful
friction on his cock. He protested, when the friction was ended, but
only as long as the other needed to get rid of his pants. Their naked
bodies rubbed together again, sweat pouring down their backs, their
passion heightening.

The stranger roughly rolled Jonathan over, grinding his hard cock
along the crease of his ass. Moaning in anticipation Jon got up onto
his knees. Hard, fast, anonymous, allowing
him to go back to his sister in the morning and pretending that he
hadn't done something illegal. But he would know, would be able to
feel the soreness in his ass.

Jonathan moaned wantonly as two slick fingers were quickly pressed
into his ass, scissoring and stretching the tight opening. He barely
held back a scream, when his unknown lover brushed over his prostate,
sending a bolt of electricity right to his cock. The noise that had
escaped him, obviously enough to deem him ready the stranger withdrew
his fingers.

His heart was beating heavily in his chest, waiting for the
wonderful moment, when he would be stretched as far as he could,
filled and pleasured. The blunt head of the stranger's cock nudged at
his entrance, before slowly popping inside. Moaning at the burning
sensation, Jonathan moved his hips, pulling the cock deeper into his
body. Immediately understanding the demand, his lover thrust fully
inside, his balls slapping against Jonathan's ass.

And then everything was unleashed. Hard thrusts into his stretched
opening sending thrills of pleasure over his prostate, a firm grip on
his cock that send him spiraling out of
control. Skin on skin, sweat pouring down their backs. Jonathan came
with a cry of pleasure as his orgasm washed through him on a fiery
wave. He barely noted the stranger filling his ass with cum and
stretching out next to him, because he was already drifting off into
an exhausted sleep.

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Jonathan awoke, when he heard movements and yelling from the bar.
His lover of the night before was still deeply asleep, completely
unaware of anything. Listening closely to the voices from the front
room, Jon guessed that the police was raiding the bar.

Although he tended to get into bad situations, Jon's survival
instincts were very much intact. To be found in bed with a man was
nothing he particularly wanted to experience. Quickly scrambling out
of bed he threw on his clothes, not bothering to wake the stranger
next to him. Why should he? He didn't even know the man.

Jonathan was about to leave through the small window, when
something that stuck out of his bed partner's pocket caught his
attention. Not caring what exactly it was Jon simply grabbed it,
before climbing out of the window. Maybe he would be able to turn it
into some money.

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Rick awoke, when the Egyptian police
threw open the door. Totally confused he stared at them. What the
hell was going on? He had one hell of a hang-over and judging by the
state of undress he was in, he had also had company during the night.
The police men yelled at him in Arabic, but
he was still too foggy to really pay attention.

Blinking his eyes Rick started when the memories started to
return. The Englishman. He had taken him back to this room. And he
had fucked him. And now there were a bunch of pissed looking Egyptian
police men in the room. Shit. He still didn't understand what they
accused him off, but when they threw him his clothes he got dressed.

That little shit. Rick had pulled on his trousers, just to realize
that his puzzle box was missing. God, he
would never fuck a pretty Englishman again. The policemen grabbed his
arms and dragged him out of the room towards their fat chief, who was
lounging on one of the uncomfortable chairs. Rick could see a couple
of whores in a corner, while the bartender was intimidated in another
one. So that's how he had been found. The asshole had probably sung
like a little bird to save his own ass.

The police chief smiled disgustingly as Rick was thrown down in
front of his feet, before he told him that they would accuse him of
sodomy. He had been in many crap situations, but this might just be
the one that killed him. Then everything went back as a rifle
connected with the back of his head.

THE END
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