The VD Story

“Are you ready?”

“Almost. Give me a minute.”

“We don't have to do this, you know-”

“It's fine.”

“-if you don't want to-”

“It's fine!”

“OK. It just seems like you don't want to do it.”

“Hey,” Jonny lifted Chris's chin and forced their eyes to meet, “I want to.” Chris gazed into Jonny's lovely green eyes with a hint of disbelief, then smiled widely. He had to try very hard to contain himself and not burst into a million pieces right on the spot.

“Good,” Chris said through his goofy grin. He grabbed a flat, circular object that Jonny was holding in his other hand and started to back away. “Go on,” he told Jonny, motioning for him to back up as well, but in the other direction.

Jonny sighed, but did as he was told. He walked down to the end of the giant, grassy field and turned around. Chris was a rather long distance away, hopping restlessly at the other end of the field. Jonny waved his hand to give Chris the signal that he was ready. Then he braced himself.

This flat, circular, pink object came flying at Jonny at a speed greater than he could ever hope to reach. Chris never really did know his own strength. Jonny was fully prepared to not catch the flying object as it came soaring towards his head, but somehow he managed to gather just enough luck to grab it before it passed him.

He looked down and sighed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten Chris a frisbee for Valentine's Day, but he also knew that Chris would absolutely love it. And Chris did love it, so for that Jonny was happy. On the other hand, Jonny was absolutely rubbish at playing, and he felt like that might lessen the fun for Chris. Nevertheless, he brought the frisbee close to his chest, then flung his arm backwards and sent it off to Chris. Chris caught it with a thousand times more grace than Jonny had, but instead of being bitter about it, Jonny just smiled at the man he loved.

They kept on playing for quite a while. Then one time, after he had thrown the frisbee to Jonny, Chris glanced around at the other people at the park. There were a lot of young couples, not surprisingly, and some of them had small children with them. Chris smiled happily at the sight, and the thought of having his own children someday crossed his mind. He and Jonny were still young, but he knew that he didn't want to spend his life with anyone else. He continued smiling as he looked back in the sky to locate the frisbee. It wasn't there, so he looked down towards the ground, assuming that Jonny had caught it. But Jonny wasn't anywhere to be seen, either.

“Jonny?”

Chris was just about to turn around when suddenly he was pulled backwards by a pair of arms wrapped around his abdomen. There was also some object being pressed against his stomach. He gave a girlish shriek, and looked down at the hands to see the missing frisbee. He turned his head enough to be able to see Jonny behind him, smiling and laughing in the adorable way the he always did.

“Miss me?” Jonny quietly laughed, resting his chin on Chris's shoulder and readjusting his grip.

“Only always, Jonnyboy,” Chris chirped. He moved his arm and grabbed one of Jonny's hands with his long, slender fingers. Jonny smiled and kissed Chris just below his jaw.

“I love you, Chris.”

“And I you,” Chris replied, all the while slipping his hand under the rim of the frisbee. Then, with one swift motion, he yanked the frisbee away and broke free of Jonny's hold, sprinting to where Jonny had been standing earlier. Jonny rolled his eyes, but smiled, even though he realized he was in for a long day.


The day wasn't actually as long as he prepared himself for, though, because eventually his level of skill brought along an unfortunate event, one which he was surprised hadn't happened sooner. Chris threw the frisbee, and instead of catching it, Jonny missed, and it hit him square in the nose. He gave a painful cry, and reached for his nose, which was now bleeding. Chris was by his side in a matter of seconds, cooing and apologizing like there was no tomorrow.

“Jonny, I'm so sorry! Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Jonny! Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!” Chris was all over Jonny, trying to pry Jonny's hand away from his nose so he could see the damage. When he saw a little bit of the blood dripping from Jonny's nose, he frowned, and his lips began to tremble as his eyes watered. “Jonny, we can go home now.”

“Nah, we can stay. I'll be- Chris,” Jonny stopped mid-sentence and looked up. “Are you crying?”

“No,” Chris replied, sniffling. “I'm just sad because you're hurt.”

“Well, geez, I'm not dying or anything.” Jonny bent down to pick the frisbee up off the ground, but before he stood back up, Chris stopped him.

“Listen, Jonny, you can't play like this!"

“Chris, it's fine.” Jonny's protests had no effect, though. Chris simply eased the frisbee out of Jonny's hands and ran to their car, which was parked close by. He threw open the front door and placed the frisbee inside, then ran back to Jonny without closing the door. “What are you doing?” Jonny asked.

Chris didn't answer, but he walked over to Jonny's side. He moved his arms, and the next thing Jonny knew, he was being carried to the car by a rather strong Chris.

“We're going home, Jonny. I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are.”

“Holy shit, Chris!” Jonny laughed. “All right! You don't have to carry me.”

Chris smiled and put Jonny down, but by that time they were already at the car. Chris waited by the door until Jonny was sitting down and buckled, then he carefully closed the door and ran to the driver's side.

“Jonny, I'm sorry,” Chris apologized again before starting the car. Jonny just laughed and shook his head.

“Don't be sorry, Chris, it's not your fault.”

“Yes, it is, I'm the one who threw it!”

“Yeah, but I'm the one who didn't catch it. And,” Jonny added, “if you want to get technical, I'm the one who bought it.”

“But you bought it because I said that we should celebrate Valentine's Day.”

Jonny didn't immediately respond; he thought for a while. “Fine, it's your fault.”

“It is?” Chris wasn't so much upset as he was confused by Jonny's decision.

“Yeah.” Jonny turned to Chris, who in turn looked back at Jonny, though only briefly, since he was driving. “Because you're the one who made me fall in love with you.”

Chris blushed and smiled. Then, after a certain amount of time, his smile morphed from a happy one to a rather cheeky one. He glanced at Jonny again, who looked back expectantly.

“You know,” Chris said, “I still have to give you your present.” Then he winked.