AN: I apologize for the lack of updating my muse hasn't been what it used to be lately. I promise I will finish this though. Here is a bit of a catchup on Rico/Kowalski.

Warning, this does have a bit of dirty dirty in it. But you should know that by the rating. I usually do more in depth but felt the need to be moderately vague about the scene would be a bit better. I dunno, anyways...read, review and enjoy~

I will probably post up chapters of all my stories here and there, depending on if I'm busy.

-SM.

0100 hours

The cold feeling of the slide against his back made Kowalski shiver, his nose had dried up and stopped bleeding, after he used most of his shirt as a tourniquet instead of letting it drip down his face messily. It was unclear to even himself, what he was doing. He couldn't cry anymore, his eyes wouldn't let him, even if he tried. For being June it was quite cold out. Kowalski shivered, unwrapping his jacket from around his waist and pulling it back on. His royal blue eyes looked around blankly, staring off at things that lurked in the dark.

"Rico..." he muttered, the name echoing in his head.

June 12th

1200 hours

"Hey Dusty, I'm calling to tell Jasper that lunch is ready."

"Jasper didn't stay the night"

"Where is he? I have a note from him saying he'd be staying the night at your house..."

1300 hours

Skipper heard from down the hall, his body slowly moving into a sitting position on his bed. His head still spinning slowly from all the drinks. He groaned out warily and got out of his comfy blankets and started down the hall, then down the stairs into the main room to see Kowalski's mom standing in the doorway.

"Dad." He mumbled.

Skipper's dad quickly turned around to see his son standing there looking off groggily.

"Son, you haven't seen Jasper have you?" Dusty asked in concern, Kowalski's mom looking at him with a look of distress and worry.

Skipper hesitated, "Uh..no, last time I saw him was at the party..why?" he lied, a knot tying in his stomach.

Kowalski where did you go?

"He hasn't been home since before the party, I checked up at the playground and he isn't there either. That's where you guys usually hang out isn't it? Carrik came home, but not with Jasper." the woman said in distress.

"I tried to ask him if he knew where Jasper was but he said he didn't know, or at least I think that's what he said.."

"Did you try Percy's?" Dusty asked.

She nodded and looked to Skipper again, "You don't know anything about where he is..."

Skipper shook his head, starting to inwardly panic.

"Okay...thanks you two, keep in touch if you see Jasper around anywhere."

Dusty tried to give her a reassuring smile, "Will do."

He closed the door and gave out a heaving sigh as he passed his son without a word, "I hope he's okay..."

Me too...

1400 hours

Kowalski's House

Constant slams on the door had awoken the heavy set teen from his slumber, even if it wasn't very peaceful. He sat up and from time to time, see Kowalski's mom walk pass the room. She was getting ready for a more than likely, stressful day at work. Rico slid out of the bed and pulled the covers back up, still wearing his clothes from the night before. He could feel his head throb and twinge from the pain of his hangover. The pulses were making Rico dizzy, but he did his best to look presentable...for 'just getting up' standards.

Every time him and her made visual contact he would give her a half smile, her returning it to a lesser extent.

"Carrik, I gotta...go to work. Will you stay here to watch the house just in case Jasper comes back?" the woman asked while pulling her over shirt on.

Rico gave a quick nod, followed by a grunt.

She grabbed her keys and shoved the door open, looking at Rico, who stood there, straining to keep that half smile.

"I should be back later on tonight or tomorrow morning...I don't know my shift for sure. Goodbye, don't make any messes around the house alright?"

He gave her a simple nod before she left out the door.

Silence.

Rico let out a slow exhale, feeling his head start to pound harder. Last night was a horrible blur, something with Julien...Skipper and Kowalski getting punched in the face. He trudged back up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door to block out any unnecessary sound, as if there was any.

The hefty boy flicked the dim light on and pulled the mirror drawer open and looked at its contents. Satisfied with what he found, he pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen and shook out three into his open palm. He eyed the reddish pills for a brief second before swallowing them down in one gulp. He didn't have trouble swallowing drugs. Painkillers, Rico's one weakness. During the bottle accident, leaving him with the gashing scar across his face. The doctor prescribed quite a high dosage of Oxycontin to Rico, to eliminate all pain that it could.

Since he took them so often, he was able to taste almost any pill imaginable. Ibuprofen tasting of stale water and apple cider vinegar. He gagged momentarily trying to wash away the taste with a cupped hand of water.

Rico put the bottle back and stared intently into the mirror, looking over his somewhat pale face. Time to start the day..

The sun was like death to Rico, its rays of light beaming down on to him. He squinted and started his search for his lost boyfriend. Playground. Rico trudged his way up the hill quietly, for a Saturday the world seemed kind of dead. The weather was perfect, but the world felt still. It made him uneasy.

Once he reached the playground he saw someone, back faced towards him on the swings. The boy's hair was quite a giveaway. Quietly, he took a seat on the swing, facing the opposite way from the kid.

"Mom's worried..."

The boy looked at Rico. Rico looked back, seeing his face.

Kowalski's face was dirty, smudged with tears from crying and crusty blood from corners of his nose. He looked jaded, that he didn't care what happened at the moment.

"She didn't look very hard for me..." his voice was raspy, more than likely from crying.

"Had to get ready for work...pay for your house, clothes. Why didn't you come home?" Rico asked, this was more talking than he planned for.

Kowalski pushed his shoes into the sand, rocking the swing.

"Didn't want to." he put bluntly.

The larger boy gave out a downhearted sigh, "K'wolski.."

"Don't call me that...its, its Jasper." Kowalski snapped.

Rico kept quiet, "K'wolski." he said again.

The skinner boy's exasperated look started to contort, twisting in his swing to face Rico more, "Carrik, my name is Jasper. Not Kowalski." he stood firm.

Rico got up from the swing, he wasn't going to deal with this.

"K'wolski...and Rico."

Jasper looked up at the boy towering over him, and slumped into the swing.

"Carri-"

"Rico." Rico intterupted, which made Kowalski even more frustrated. Jasper stood up from the swing and scowled at his boyfriend, trying to burrow into his brain. There was something in Rico's eye, Kowalski couldn't figure what it was...but he figured that this argument wouldn't finish anytime soon. He sighed and broke their stare down, starting down the hill.

The larger teen stood there a moment, making sure Kowalski was going the right way before following behind him.

Kowalski fidgeted with his fingers before turning to look back at Rico, "Why are you staring at me?" he bit.

"Make sure you don't run..."

Kowalski didn't even bother to answer back, until they made it back to the house.

Rico shut the door behind him and watched Kowalski make his way up the stairs in a huff. The reason for it was unknown to him, doing the thing he thought best, Rico followed after him up the stairs and went into the bedroom. Sitting on the side of the bed quietly, listening to Kowalski in the bathroom.

Kowalski's return was a bit more unsettling than Rico would have thought. An unamused look on his face as he passed the bigger male to his dresser. Pulling out a clean shirt, trading it for the dirty one from the night before.

Kowalski turned towards Rico and studied his face. Rico staring right back at him.

"Whu?" The heftier boy grunted out.

Kowalski snapped, "Nothing."

This unneeded anger towards him was getting bothersome, Rico gave out a sigh and crawled up more on to the bed and laid down. Back facing Kowalski.

The angered teen grit his teeth and sat on the side of his bed.

"Look..." Kowalski started, "I'm not mad at you...I'm mad at Ace. Were you even aware of what he did to you?"

Rico took a moment to think, "Skipper."

"Arg! Your being so difficult!"

Rico could have said the same thing back.

"He was taking advantage of you! You're mine, and he knows that!" Kowalski exploded, his arms flailing.

"That lowlife tried to do something vile to you, and you play it off like no big deal. Were you seriously that drunk!" he continued to screech.

Rico sat back up and turned to look at the seething Kowalski.

"Ace is nothing but a backstabbing asshole, who apparently keep his stumpy little fingers off you."

"Shut up, Kowalski." Rico said, staring right into his eyes. A bit of satisfaction came to the thinner boy's face.

"Figures" Kowalski shook his head, "you'll always take that jerk's side, even if he is trying to take you away from-"

Rico forced his hand over Kowalski's mouth, who in turn frantically tried to pull it off.

"Shut up!" Rico said louder.

Unable to remove the hand from his face, Kowalski started trying to shove and hit him. Which wasn't the most sensible thing to do, seeing how it was just making Rico yell louder.

"Shut up!" he yelled out louder.

Kowalski pulled his head back quickly and fell on to the floor, yelping out.

Rico snapped out of his rage and looked over the side of the bed, frowning.

"K'wohlski.."

"No, just forget it, Carrik..." he sighed, getting back up on his feet and walked down the hall, vanishing down the stairs.

The larger boy got up quickly and chased after Kowalski stumbling as he did. Once he caught up with him, Rico wrapped his arms around the other and rested his head upon Kowalski's shoulder, whimpering.

"Sorry...didn't mean to." he mumbled.

Kowalski continued to let him hug his stiff body.

"You'd rather be with Skipper anyways wouldn't you. I'm such a nutcase..." Kowalski whispered, biting down on his lower lip.

"Nu-uh...only you K'wohlski."

"Did you let it happen?" Kowalski asked, finally bringing up the subject more into detail.

There was a few moments of silence that made him a bit too anxious, the urge to cry welling into his eyes.

Rico's fingers lightly began to trail over Kowalski's stomach, his breaths slowing down.

"Dunno. Went to the bathroom...all I remember. Then Skipper." he muttered honestly, planting a kiss on his lover's neck.

His answer was what Kowalski was afraid of.

Unable to take the silence anymore, Rico grabbed hold of one of Kowalski's hands and squeezed it reassuringly. A stifled sniffle coming from the tall teen.

"I love you...Jasper."

Kowalski could feel his tears stream down his face freely now, "I love you too, Rico."

Rico smiled warmly and leaned forward, giving him a peck on the cheek, tasting the salty tears on his lips.

"My prince..."

1600 hours

The one wonderful weather out had turned into a rainy day, a thunder storm no-less. Rico and Kowalski decided it would be of best interest if they didn't go anywhere. There was still another six hours before Kowalski's mom came home. The two decided to make best of their time before she came home and most likely grounded him for life or something to that degree.

His room was void of any light except the flashes of lightning that produced from the sky and a dim light in the bathroom. The pattering sounds of rain and heavy breaths filling the two boys' ears.

Rico's hands trailed up the other boy's back, feeling each vertebrate between his fingers under the cool skin. Kowalski's hands delicately placed on his bare chest, groping the muscled torso. Their lips making contact and breaking for breaths. Kowalski's rear pressed right against Rico's lap, making unintentional grinds as their kisses deepened. The grinds against his lap only egging the heavyset teen on further. His hands tracing over the ice cold back starting to grope and work their ways down to Kowalski's rear.

Their tongues dancing in each others mouth, Kowalski loved this feeling and his hands..Rico had such strong hands...but was oh-so gentle with them. His eyes opened, taking a view at the his lover. By this time, Rico had stopped groping and kissing. He looked into Kowalski's eyes and cocked his head in puzzlement.

"Muh?" Rico grunted.

Kowalski took a moment to look out the window, a sudden flash of lighting gracing their presence.

The boy let out a blissful sigh as he looked back down, seeing Rico's gentle face. His hand traced up to his cheek and began to stroke where the scar was, tracing it with his index finger. Rico nudging the hand away in embarrassment.

"Mad still...?" Rico mumbled, moving his face away from the hand.

Kowalski shook his head and leaned down, giving the worried boy a longing kiss on the lips.

"No...I'm not mad.."

Rico propped himself up on his elbows, which Kowalski found as incentive to get off. The larger boy started to get up and crawled to his lover, his face nestling against the bare neck. Giving it delicate kisses, grinding his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Kowalski moaned, leaning his head to the side. Rico's teeth starting to dig against his supple skin, sucking on it slwoly. He gave out a few subtle giggles and pulled Kowalski's almost limp body close to his own, hands slipping down into the back of his pants.

"W-wait..."

Rico stopped and pulled himself away from Kowalski's body and looked at him, confused.

"I don't think we should be doing this Rico, especially with what happened with you yesterday. I want to make sure your okay. That this wont happen again and-" the boy stammered, his train of thought drooling out of his mouth.

"M'fine..." Rico said under his breath, hugging Kowalski close to his body.

"b-but.." the other interjected.

Rico couldn't take much more of Kowalski's constant brain dribble he offered a bit of a smile and started to lean himself atop of the lankier teen. Kissing him once more, the two falling back on the bed. Another flash of lightning flickering through the window

Kowalski frantically grabbed at Rico's back, panting softly into his ear. Rico rocked in sync with his own heavy breaths. His hands grasped at the blankets, the slight sting of Kowalski's fingernails digging into his bare back. Their passion grew heavier and heavier, the two bodies rocking back and forth upon the creaky bed.

"Rico.."

He heard whispered into his ear, followed by a few moans. Rico's hips rocked slowly into Kowalski's body over and over. Moaning out in return, his body quivering atop of the others.

The phone began to ring, both of them flinched in the moment but kept at it. Kowalski was too driven to let this stop, especially over something as silly as a phone call.

Hi, you've reached Sarah – and Jasper! We can't get to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone and we'll get back to you as soon as we can, thank you!

"Rico, its me...Skipper. I just wanted to make sure you were okay..to see if you found out where Kowalski was and if he came home yet. Everyone's worried about where he ran off to. Private is over right now, we were wondering...if you wanted to come over to HQ and discuss the matters at hand. Maybe we could try and set up a search party? You're probably sleeping, or at your mom's. I'll try there just incase. Get back to me when you can,okay? Uh...bye. "

The two continued to pant and moan, everything slowly starting to blur out until it was just the two of them. Nothing was going to tear them from this.

Unable to hold on any longer the two writhed and grabbed at each other so hastily, a series of elongated moans following after. Silence.

Rico turned to look at the passed out boy, he seemed more peaceful than he had prior to their...love making. A weak smile came to his face as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. An hour had passed while the two of them had laid in the bed, it was still raining. Rico listened to the rain patter against the still house. A sound he could never get enough of...He felt at peace. Like nothing could go wrong, ever again. He got up and began to get dressed, digging from his bag that he had packed the night before while on his way back to Kowalski's house.

He stood over the bed, looking at Kowalski laying limp, Rico slowly pulled the blankets up over the boy and stroked his side

"Love you Jasper..."