TRIGGER WARNING: KIDNAPPING, NON-CON, BLOOD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
It was a couple weeks later and Jon was finally feeling well enough to return to work. He was the main bartender that night. Joey was there as well but he was in his office working on paperwork.
Jon noticed two guys walk in. They looked really familiar but he just couldn't match any names to their faces. He watched as they sat down at a table far away from the bar. He then noticed that he had to pee really bad. He walked to Joey's office. "Hey dude. I have to piss like a fucking race horse, can you cover me real quick?"
"Sure, man."
"Thanks." Jon rushed to the bathroom. Just as he started to relieve himself, he thought he heard the door open. He shook his head and continued to empty his bladder. Just as he finished up, he heard the stall door bust open, and felt a metal pipe connect to his skull. He immediately passed out.
"Dude, how we gonna get him out without anyone seeing?" Mystery man number one asked.
"We carry him out the back door, dumb ass." Mystery man number two replied.
"Oh man...Kenny's gonna be so happy we got Jon."
"Nick, will you just shut the fuck up? You're gonna blow our cover."
"Sorry, Matt." Nick said sadly as they carried Jon out the back door.
…
Several minutes later, Jon woke up. He could feel blood pouring down his head but couldn't see anything due to a blindfold over his eyes. He groaned in pain, wincing as his head pounded.
"Well, well, well. Jonny boy is awake." FUCK. Jon knew that voice. It was Kenny's. He began to squirm but felt his hands and feet were bound with rope and duct tape. He tried to scream but nothing came out.
He whimpered when he realized he was defenseless.
"Oh what do we have here? A beer belly? Jonny, you know alcohol is bad for you." Jon flinched as he felt Kenny's hand rub his swollen belly.
Finally, Jon found his voice. "It's not a beer belly, dumb ass. I'm fucking pregnant. And if you hurt me in any way that will hurt my babies, I'll fucking kill you."
"Oh, sassy. Fuck man, I've always wanted a family with you. Oh man, just seeing you like this is making me hard, Jonny. I need you so bad. If I untie you, will you let me fuck you?'
"FUCK NO." Jon yelled. He felt Kenny slap him. He then felt Kenny untying the rope and ripping the duct tape from his wrists. "Mmm...Jon...I'm so fucking hard right now, just looking at you."
"Go to hell, you sick bastard." Jon spat. He winced as Kenny slapped him yet again. "Nick, Matt. Get him up against the wall, now! I have to have him."
Jon tried to fight back as Nick and Matt grabbed each wrist, dragging him up against the wall. Jon squirmed but to no avail. He felt tears stream down his face as Kenny ripped his shorts down, entering him without warning.
….
"I don't know where he is, dude." A panicked Joey said over the phone to Eddie. "He went to take a piss and never came back."
"What do you mean he never came back?!" Eddie asked, bewildered.
"Just what I said. And when I went to check the bathroom, there was no sign of him. There was a puddle of blood though."
"Fuck man, why didn't you call the cops?"
"I'm gonna call them, I wanted to call you first."
"I'm willing to bet that sick fucking ex of his kidnapped him. Call the cops, now! I'll be right over there!" Eddie ordered as he ran to the car.
…
Kenny finished and pulled out of Jon. He looked at the younger man, who was just silently sobbing. "Go take him back to where you found him. I got what I wanted from him." Kenny ordered.
"Aren't you worried he'll rat us out?" Nick asked.
"Nah. Jonny boy knows better."
"If you say so..." Nick said reluctantly,
…
Just as Eddie pulled up to the bar, he noticed a bloody man laying in front of the bar door. He looked closer, noticing that it was Jon. "Oh my God, Jon..." He ran to his lover's side, resting his hand on Jon's shoulder. He noticed the younger man flinch when he touched him. "Jesus Christ, Jon, what did they do to you?"
"D-Don't touch m-me..." Jon sobbed.
"Jon, we need to get you checked out."
"No! No hospital! No cops! Just take me home!" Jon wailed, wincing as Eddie picked him up. Eddie felt a wetness on his hand, the one that was rested under Jon's bottom. He looked closer, noticing Jon was bleeding from his rectum. He felt sick to his stomach when he realized Jon had been raped. "Oh Jon..." He just held Jon close, letting the younger man sob into his chest. After he got Jon into the truck, he called Joey. "Found him. Dude they fucking raped him. He won't let me call the cops, won't let me take him to the hospital. They fucking raped him and dumped him back outside the bar. I'm so fucking sick to my stomach right now. And I can't do nothing about it. He hasn't stopped crying since I found him. Joey. Jon doesn't usually cry. And the worst part of this all is I don't even know if our babies are okay. Joey, I'm fucking freaking out."
"Fuck man, just take him home. He'll let you call the cops eventually. I got the bar covered. Just take him home."
Eddie could feel the acid rising in his throat the more he thought about what Kenny did to his lover. "I'm sorry, Jon. But I need to pull over." He warned Jon before pulling over.
Through teary eyes, Jon watched as Eddie opened the door, vomiting violently out the door. "Eddie...I know what he did was wrong. But I just can't go to the cops. Not yet. If I'm gonna rat him out, I'm gonna do it when he least expects it."
"At least let's go get the babies checked out." Eddie said when he finished getting sick.
"No. They're fine. I can feel them kicking. Just take me home, please." Jon begged, feeling more tears falling.
Eddie sighed sadly and pulled back onto the road. It wasn't long before Eddie could hear snores coming from the younger man, relieved that he had fallen asleep.
When they got home, Eddie gently carried Jon into their bedroom, laying him on the bed. He didn't want to leave the younger man so he laid down next to his lover, falling asleep quickly.
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Hours later, Jon woke up to severe cramping in his stomach. He groaned softly, gripping his bump gingerly. Almost as fast as it came on, it went away. It took a few more of these cramps coming and going to make Jon realize he was having contractions. He shook Eddie awake. "Hmm...?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Eddie, I think I'm having contractions..."
"Go back to bed, it's probably just Braxton Hicks." Eddie answered sleepily.
"Eddie I'm fucking serious. It's too early, the babies won't survive."
"GO BACK TO BED."
"Eddie please, listen to me. I know my body. This is real, not Braxton Hicks. Please...take me to the hospital, our babies are in danger."
Eddie sighed and got up, slipping on a pair of sweatpants. He looked at Jon, who was in the midst of another contraction. "What do we tell them when they ask about the blood on your sweatpants? That's obviously not from the pregnancy? Jon I thought you didn't want to report the rape?"
"We tell them you got a bit too rough during sex and I tore. I don't fucking know. I'm not reporting the rape. Not yet, anyway. All I'm concerned about now is the safe-" He hissed as another contraction washed over his body. "S-Safety o-of our b-babies." He stuttered through the contraction. "LET'S GO." Jon ordered, pulling Eddie towards the truck. Eddie raced to the hospital, grimacing as Jon screamed through every contraction. Finally arriving at the hospital, they explained what was happening. Even the lie about where the blood came from.
The doctor looked over Jon and had the nurses insert an IV, giving Jon magnesium sulfate to try and stop the contractions. It took a while, but Jon finally felt his body beginning to relax. Once everyone was positive that the contractions were done for good, the doctor began the process to discharge Jon. "Now, I have strict orders for your discharge. Complete bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. No strenuous activity, including sex, for the remainder of your pregnancy."
Jon nodded in understanding. They finished everything and sent Jon home. On the ride home, Jon began to sob.
"What's wrong?"
"Everything. Everything is going wrong. Every time I close my eyes I see Kenny's face. And now because of him we almost lost the twins. I'm so scarred from what happened but I can't report him."
"Don't fucking worry about it, Jon. I'll take care of that asshole for you. He may have his connections, but so do I. He's as good as dead. Especially when my buddy is through with him."
"Eddie..." Jon whimpered. "Please...don't... This whole situation. It sucks. It's bad enough I have to report this eventually. If you and your buddy get involved...there's no telling what happens."
"My buddy is a hit man, Jon. He's very good at what he does. He never gets caught."
"A hit man?! As in a guy who murders for a living?! You're insane!"
"Kenny needs to pay for what he did..." Eddie seethed.
"I realize that, but murdering him is not the way to go!"
"Then fucking report what he did to you!"
"I can't!" Jon sobbed.
"Then you leave me no choice. I'm calling my buddy." Eddie stated.
Jon whimpered and turned away from Eddie. He rubbed his baby bump tenderly, just glad the babies were okay. He felt tears continue to stream down his face, everything was going wrong. "Fine." He mumbled, looking at Eddie.
"Huh?" Eddie asked.
"Call your buddy. But make sure he gets rid of Kenny's buddies too. They...they literally held me down while Kenny raped me. They are the ones who attacked me in the bar."
Eddie nodded. When they got back home, Eddie helped Jon into bed before heading back out to the living room. He got his phone out, dialing a number. He sighed when it rang several times before going to voice mail. "Hi, you've reached Nick Fucking Gage, leave your name and number at the beep and I'll get back to you." Beep.
"Hey Nick. It's Eddie. I got a job for you. Call me back." Eddie said before hanging up. It wasn't long before his phone rang. He answered it right away, knowing it was Nick. "Hello?"
"Your voicemail said you had a job for me?"
"Yeah..." Eddie filled him in on the details.
"Got it. I'll call you when the job is finished." Click.
Eddie sighed, heading back into the bedroom. He got in bed next to Jon, frowning when the younger man flinched at his touch. He sighed, turning away from Jon. He just wanted to be able to comfort his lover, but Jon flinched at any source of touch. He felt tears well up in his eyes, wondering if their life was gonna be back to normal ever again.
Jon could hear sniffles coming from Eddie which only upset him even more. Eddie never cried unless he was extremely stressed. Jon felt his own eyes well up with tears. He knew he was to be on bed rest, but he was at least allowed to get up to use the bathroom. He rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He let out choked sobs as he rested his hands on the sink. He honestly wanted to die. And it did, in fact, cross his mind for a moment to do something suicidal. But he instantly thought of the children growing inside him and he shook the feeling away. When he was sure that his panic attack had passed, he relieved his bladder before heading back out to the bedroom. It took some strength and courage, but he managed to crawl back into bed next to Eddie, attempting to wrap his arms around the other man. It felt unnatural at first but he kept telling himself that the man next to him was Eddie and not Kenny, that Eddie wouldn't hurt him like Kenny did. Finally, he felt his body begin to relax against Eddie's body and he yawned sleepily.
Eddie, who was glad that Jon was trusting him enough to cuddle, smiled softly. "Go to sleep, baby boy. You've had a long day. I love you."
"I...love...you...too..." Jon said as he drifted off to sleep. Eddie relaxed and found himself soon joining his lover in dreamland.