Well, this chapter's out a bit sooner than I thought it would be! Also, it's a Shawn POV chapter (I know some of you have been waiting for another). Again, thanks for all of your support and kind comments- I hope you enjoy reading!

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Shawn POV

I tried to even out my breathing; the last thing that I fucking needed tonight was for Jake to withhold why he was naked, claiming that he would tell me later. I needed him to think I was calm... which I wasn't. I was fucking enraged. I needed to know why he was fucking naked and who the fuck saw him naked, so that I could gouge out their eyes slowly at a later date for looking at his naked body in the flesh before I had a chance to.

I gripped the steering wheel hard. "Jake." I said through gritted teeth. "Tell me what the hell happened."

He turned his brown eyes away from me, looking out the window. "... I'll tell you when we're back at the house." He said. I fucking knew this would happen!

I glared at him. "No, you won't. You'll tell me now." I insisted. Was he really going to make me threaten to kill somebody again?

He bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully (and sexily... but that wasn't relevant right now). He then let out an aggravated sigh. "I guess there's no avoiding this, is there?" He asked rhetorically.

I smirked. "Nope." I said, glad that my Jakey was such a fast learner.

He swallowed and rubbed the back of his head. I could already tell that he was thinking of ways he could make whatever happened sound better than what actually happened. And that worried me.

"Spit it out Jake." I said lowly.

"Alright! Damn." He said. "Well, after we were drugged in the bathroom, I woke up on a bed in a hotel room... naked."

"Who saw you naked?" I asked, my grip on the wheel so tight that my knuckles were turning white.

"I'm getting there!" He replied in exasperation. "Well, Smiles was there... along with Las Vegas."

"So they did know each other." I muttered furiously. I didn't give a fuck about what Jake wanted; I was going to slaughter that brunette bastard the next time I saw him!

"Yeah, and it seems like they know each other pretty well too." Jake agreed. "Anyways, Smiles was telling Las Vegas to... you know."

"I'm afraid I don't Jake." I said, glaring deeply at the road.

Jake swallowed nervously. "...He wanted Las Vegas to rape me." He said. All I could see was red. "But-"

"But what?" I spat. 'but... I kinda wanted it'?! 'But... he's a beefcake'!? "You know." I said calmly. "It's not called rape if it's consensual."

Jake glowered at me angrily. "And what makes you think I'd want to be videotaped having sex right after I was drugged!? Are you fucking dumb!? Do you know how fucking scared I was?!" He yelled, voice cracking at the last bit.

Fuck. I'd said too much. "I'm sorry." I said, wincing. Why the fuck did I have to be such an ass when my honey had just barely escaped being raped!? Or... did he? "Did he fucking touch you!?" I screamed, overcome with anger again.

"No, he threw this sheet over my junk and told Smiles that he would never do that to me." Jake explained. Yeah, sure. He might've just said that to get on Jake's good side.

Something hit me. "He saw your dick?" I asked, grinding my teeth in anger.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, of course he did. I was naked." He said slowly.

I couldn't fucking believe it; Las Vegas had seen Jake's dick before me. Sure, I had cameras in Jake's room, but I never got a chance to see him completely naked -since he started changing in the bathroom so shortly after the cameras had been placed. "...What happened next?" I said, trying to hide my... distaste (Okay it was fucking jealousy, but I wasn't going to admit that).

"Smiles was upset, and then Las Vegas said something to piss him off more, so he called his guys in to drag Las Vegas somewhere he wouldn't get in the way." Jake continued. "Smiles explained his plan to me. He said that he would videotape me getting done, and that he would show it to you as he tortured you to death. He said that you were drugged in the basement and that you wouldn't wake up until a lot later."

"That motherfucker." I said. That was almost as bad as physically hurting Jake to get to me... maybe worse! "I'll kill him for this." I hissed.

"Well, Las Vegas screamed. Smiles ran out to check on him, then shot both of his men because he thought they'd broken Las Vegas' leg."

I frowned. "Wait... just who is Las Vegas to Bobby?" I asked. It was way too out of character for that freak to actually care about anybody... so when the fuck did this happen?

"I thought you'd know. Are they related? Or..."

I shook my head. "They look nothing alike, and Bobby is asexual. The only thing that can make him excited it torture and murder... not some guy from Las Vegas." I said in confusion. And Bobby was the sentimental type either.

Jake frowned thoughtfully (and cutely). "But they made comments about knowing each other for a long time... and once he dragged Las Vegas back in the room, he seemed pretty concerned for his well-being." He added.

I smirked. At least now I found one of Bobby's weakspots. Ironically, it was about the same as mine. So, if I could somehow use Las Vegas as a bargaining chip, I could end Bobby's lust for revenge permanently. Jake would probably be against it, which was why I wasn't going to tell him. "What happened next?" I asked.

"As Smiles checked Las Vegas' leg, Las Vegas kneed the fucker in the head!" He said with an annoyingly adorable smile. "Then he untied the ropes and we tried to get out. But Smiles got out his gun and tried to make Las Vegas retie me to the bed, but I wasn't about to let him call Leonardo-"

"He was going to call Leonardo Picket over to rape you?" I asked in rage.

Jake nodded sinisterly. "That's partially why I took the risk of getting shot by distracting Smiles long enough for Las Vegas to tackle him. But, because Las Vegas couldn't get Smile's gun away, he told me to run away without him... I hope he's alright."

I honestly couldn't give a fuck if that flirtatious asshole was dead or alive. But.... I had to admit that he earned some points in my book for saving my Jakey like that.

"I owe a lot to him. He's a lot cooler and braver than I thought... I used to think that he was just another buff muscle-head." Jake said. Okay, all those points LV earned were down the drain. I wanted to kill him again.

"What happened next?" I asked in a grumble, wanting to move the fuck away from the topic of LV's 'coolness'.

"After I got a gun from one of Smile's shot men, I ran to the basement to save your ass... but you obviously had it under control." Jake finished. "I'm just happy that this shit is over.

I blinked in surprise. "You actually came to save me?" I asked incredulously.

"Uh, yeah?" Jake replied, like it was obvious. I really fucking love him. Even after everything I'd done and threatened to do to him, the first thing he did was run to save me. He was a damn angel.

"You're starting to care about me, aren't you?" I asked, shit eating grin on my face.

Jake rolled his eyes. "You would've done the same for me. After all, we're in this together, right?" He said with a shrug. He was trying to act casual, but I knew that I caught him off guard. I'm pretty damn good at that.

"Yeah, we are." I agreed happily. Of course, I knew that this would end the moment Smiles was out of the picture- leaving me to be the only bad guy again. I'd just have to treasure this alliance while it lasted. "Is that all that happened?" I asked, trying to make sure that Jake didn't purposefully leave anything out.

"Yeah.... Well, I shot somebody while getting in the car." He admitted.

He had!? I hadn't noticed in all the commotion. "Did you kill them?" I asked softly. I didn't know whether to feel proud or protective right now; I didn't want Jake to be forced to kill anyone, but thinking of him shooting someone was kind of hot (even if he probably had just waved his gun around blindly and shot...).

"No, but I'm pretty sure that you did by running over them a minute later." Jake said.

"Ah, good." I said, looking back to the road to turn onto the highway.

We didn't speak for a bit after that. I felt that I got everything important out of him. Plus, if I kept looking at his mostly naked body... well, let's just say that I didn't want to be too uncomfortable during the long drive back to Jake's. Thinking of which, hadn't we promised his mom that we'd be home by twelve? It was past 2 A.M already.

I debated whether or not I should bring it up. If I did, Jake would just get in a tizzy and then get even more panicked when he realized that he left his phone back with his clothes at the hotel. Then he'd panic about having blood on him. Sure, it'd be adorable, but he'd gone through enough for one night. I frowned. Ugh, then again, his mom would just panic if we came home so late looking like this, and I could lose some points with her. Having Victoria like me was an advantage that I didn't want to lose. "Hey, Jake, didn't we tell you're mom that we'd be home by twelve?" I asked, making it seem like I'd just remembered.

Jake snapped his head up and looked at the car clock. "Shit!" He exclaimed, immediately feeling around his body. "Shit!" he yelled again, not finding his phone. "I left my phone at the hotel!" He said, giving me a panicked look. So fucking cute.

"You wanna borrow mine?" I asked calmly, taking my phone out of my suit pocket and handing it to him.

"Ah, yeah, thanks." He said in relief, taking the phone into his bloody hands. "Uh... sorry about the blood." He said, trying to hold my phone so that it wouldn't get too much on it.

I chuckled. "It's fine, I'm already getting my steering wheel covered in it anyways." I said, grinning as I showed him my also bloody hands. Also, it was sort of sexy that he was splattered with the blood of my enemies... not that I was going to tell him that.

After a pause, Jake dialed his home number and put the phone to his ear. A few seconds later, I heard the muffled voice of Jake's mom on the phone. "Yeah, it's Jake. Uh, yes we're headed home now. I'm so sorry that I didn't call you earlier! I dropped my phone in the pool, so I'm calling from Astly's. Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry mom, I didn't want to make you worry... I know! But I was trying to get my phone... it was in the deep end! And they didn't have pool lights!.... no, in the end I left it there, Astly's friend said that he'll try to give it back to me once his pool got cleaned tomorrow, but that it was probably permanently busted... yes, mom, Astly didn't drink anything before driving." Jake's mom, then spoke for a long period of time. "Yeah, that's fine, I deserve it... Sorry mom. Yeah, I'll tell him.... Yes, I love you too, have a good night." Jake ended the call and sighed in relief.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"Well, she believed it, but I'm grounded for at least the next few weeks." He sighed, handing me back my phone. "Honestly, I don't think I'll mind too much after what happened tonight." He admitted.

"Did she say anything about me?" I asked. I was worried that she might've kicked me out for dragging Jake to the party and not calling her. If that happened, I wouldn't be able to properly protect him. Meaning...I might have to kidnap him again.

"Yeah, she said to tell you that if you planned on staying over, you were grounded too." He explained, failing to hide the relief in his tone. He knew what I might do if his mom kicked me out.

"Did I ever tell you that I really like your mom?" I asked. I was actually happy that I wouldn't be forced to kidnap Jake again, because that would undo all of my progress with him! Since Bobby started trying to hurt us, Jake had been more willing to trust me and show other emotions than fucking angry and irritated. "So, should we stop somewhere so you can put your clothes back on?" I asked. It turned out to be a really good thing that we left our casual clothes in the trunk after changing into the suits.

Jake's eyes widened in realization. "Oh yeah. I'm only wearing a fucking bed sheet." He said.

"You just remembered?" I scoffed, eyebrow raised.

He pouted. "It's weirder that you haven't said anything about it." He mumbled.

I smirked. "Do you want me to?" I asked suggestively.

"Nope. I'm fine." Jake said dismissively, looking back out the window. Ha, he was gonna have to try harder than that to get me to shut up at this point.

"I never knew that you had a beauty mark on your hip." I said, taking the opportunity to look over Jake's body. Fuck being worried about getting turned on- I probably wouldn't get another opportunity like this again for a long time. That, and seeing Jake flustered was worth it.

He reached back to cover it self-consciously. He sent me a glare telling me to stop.

"Your back dimples are sexy."

He opted to ignore me, and remained facing out the window. His shoulders were still tense, though. I was curious to see how much further I'd need to go to break his resolve...

"Your skin looks so soft in person." I said. Honestly though, his skin looked like it felt like fucking silk. He remained facing away, unresponsive. I smirked, then reached out and ran my fingers gently up his back, causing him to shiver before yelping out in surprise.

"Fucking damnit, Shawn!" He said indignantly, slapping my hand away.

Okay, even I had to admit that that was a mistake- though probably not for the same reasons as he thought. Because that was so fucking sexy and adorable! And I had to keep holding myself back even though we were alone in my car and my Jake was almost nude! Fucking damnit! But... He had such soft fucking skin! And fluffy soft black hair... and warm brown eyes... and now that I thought about it, that beauty mark on his hip was pretty cute. Fuck.

"Shawn." Jake said tensely through gritted teeth. "Keep your eyes on the fucking road." He said. Oh yeah. I was driving. "Also, could we stop at a gas station or something so that I can get changed?" He added, giving me a wary look. He had moved as far away from me as possible in the car and had pressed up closely to the window.

Ah, he was worried that I was gonna jump him. Well, his fears were warranted; if I weren't driving, I would've at least tried to get a kiss out of him. I chuckled. "Alright, there should be one at the next exit." I said, turning on my turn signal.

"Thank God." He muttered with a glare.

A few minutes later, I pulled into a parking spot in front of the small store of the gas station. Aside from us, the station was deserted. "I'll go inside and ask for the key to the bathroom." I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Wait, what are you going to do your blood covered hands and suit?" Jake asked.

"I'll change into my leather jacket that I have in the trunk and keep my hands in my pocket." I replied casually. I'd already planned this out before parking. "I also have some gloves, so I'll put those on too."

Jake nodded in understanding. "Alright."

"Will you hand them to me? I put them in the glove compartment." I said. Heh, I always thought that it was funny that I put my gloves in the glove compartment.

Jake frowned, reaching into the glove compartment to grab the gloves. He then narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he realized they were a pack of latex gloves. "Why do you keep these in here?" He asked. Aw, he was so perceptive.

I smirked. "You never know when you'll be in a situation where you don't want your fingerprints on things." I replied.

Jake silently sent me a flat look as he thrust the box of latex gloves towards me. I graciously took the box and slipped two of the gloves on.

I then opened my door and stepped out of the car. "Don't go anywhere." I instructed him in a hard tone.

He rolled his eyes. "I'll try to repress the urge to run off in the middle on the night while half naked." He said sarcastically.

"Good." I replied, closing the door. The only reason I was even so paranoid about him running off was because he always ran off! Whether it was to run away from me or go on a fucking coffee date with fucking Jade.

As soon as I swapped out my suit jacket for my leather one, I shoved my hands into the pockets and walked into the store. Before going to the cashier, I grabbed two small bags of potato chips (BBQ for me and plain for Jake). I put them down on the counter in front of the cashier. "Can I also have the key to your bathroom?" I asked, slapping down fifteen dollars from my wallet.

"Um, yeah, just wait a moment." The man said, reaching into the register to get my change before bending down to get the key from under the desk. "Just bring it back once you're done." He said, handing me the key.

I nodded before walking back out to the car and taking all of our clothes out of the trunk. I then climbed back into the driver's seat. "I'm going to drive closer to the door." I said, starting the car. I didn't want Jake to have to walk in front of the station cameras in the state he was in.

I stopped the car right in front of the door and looked out for cameras. Good, I didn't see any. "Here." I said, tossing him the keys to the bathroom and handing him his pile of clothes.

"Thanks." Jake replied, opening his car door. "I'll try not to be too long." He said before stepping out of the car. It was too bad that he had to change; I could get used to having him half naked all the time... but then everyone else would see him half naked too... which was a problem, since I couldn't realistically gouge everyone's eyes out.

A few minutes later, Jake came back out wearing his clothes wand washed hands. He sat back into the car, and then I went out to get changed. Once finished, I brought the keys back to the cashier, then climbed back into the car with Jake and drove back onto the highway.

"Oh yeah, I bought us some potato chips." I said, tossing him a bag.

He caught it, then frowned when he saw the flavor. "Ah, uh thanks, but I don't really like barbeque." He said politely.

"Sorry, those are mine- I bought you plain." I said, trading bags with him.

"...That's my favorite flavor." He murmured, obviously perturbed that I knew what his favorite chip flavor was.

"Yeah, that's why I bought it for you." I said smugly.

"Thanks." He sighed half-heartedly, and then started to eat the chips.

After about ten minutes of silence, I glanced back to Jake. He was frowning deeply. Was he thinking about how he had almost been raped? "Hey... are you alright?" I asked in concern. I hoped that he wasn't too traumatized by what happened, though he had every reason to be. If he was hurt, I could only blame myself (and obviously that bastard Bobby). It was because of me that he was even dragged into this mess (and because of Bobby).

"Yeah... I'm just worried about Las Vegas. He said that Smiles wouldn't do anything to him... but I feel so bad about leaving him there." Jake said downheartedly.

"Oh." I said in an uncaring tone, looking back out towards the road.

"You don't even care, do you?" Jake sighed in exasperation. No shit I didn't care about that Jake stealing asshole.

"Why should I?" I asked.

"Because if he hadn't helped me, we probably wouldn't have both gotten out unharmed?" Jake said.

He had a small point. But that motherfucker was taking too much of Jake's attention; so I didn't give a fuck.

"Holy fucking shit, even now you think Las Vegas is a threat to you?" He asked incredulously.

"Ha! I could kill him in two seconds." I said. And I would have already if Jake didn't stop getting in my way.

"Yeah, you've threatened too." Jake said, rolling his eyes. He sighed. I frowned before turning my head back towards the road indignantly. I thought about mentioning how he broke my instructions to pretend to date me in case something like Leonardo Picket happened... but I'd save it for later. I should just focus on the relative success of the night; I wasn't killed, Jakey wasn't raped, Las Vegas didn't escape, and Smiles fucking lost at his own dipshit game.

Once we got back to Jake's house, his mom met us at the door. She looked a bit pissed of, but mostly relieved. She asked tried to be stern and give us a lecture, but after a bit of sweet-talk from yours truly, she softened up and wished us a good night. Jake, like the good son he is, apologized with a sincere tone, and then told her to go to bed as well. I walked up the stairway after Jake to his room (and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get a nice view of his ass along the way).

As soon as Jake closed the door to his room, he sighed loudly and fell onto his bed. "Good thing that you're so good and kissing ass- because that talk could have gone on a lot longer." He said, stretching out. I'd kiss his ass.

I smirked proudly, lying down on my mattress. "Anything to get us alone together." I said, gazing at him suggestively.

Jake opened his mouth to retort, but then paused. He then sighed in aggravation. "I don't have enough energy for this, I'm going to sleep." He said, climbing under the covers.

I raised an eyebrow. "With your jeans on?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fucking tired." He mumbled.

I smiled; he was so damn cute. I considered going to sleep myself, but I had too much to do. I turned off the light, save for a lamp, and then got out my laptop. I sat back on my mattress and started trying to find out what Bobby's next move could be- and more importantly, his relation to Las Vegas. If I could use it against him, I might be able to end Bobby's hunt for revenge sooner than I thought.

I'd been typing for about twenty minutes when a pillow was chucked down next to me. I stopped typing and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Why was Jake giving me his pillow? He ignored the look I gave him and rolled off of his bed onto the mattress, blankets and all, and got settled. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell was he doing? Had Bobby done something with his brain!?

"What?" He snapped defensively, noticing my shocked expression. "After tonight's fucking rollercoaster of shit, we both need some damn sleep."

"So you're offering to let me spoon you, so that I can sleep better?" I asked in disbelief. I must have fallen asleep at the computer- because Jake would never willingly be within two feet of me.

He frowned, and then looked off to the side to avoid eye contact. "... As long as you don't make me go through with any of those damn kisses I owe you." He grumbled, looking away.

Fuck. I didn't want to give that up. But... he was going to willingly cuddle with me. WILLINGLY. At his own volition. Agh! Fuck the kisses! I'd blackmail him into doing it again later! "Deal." I said, immediately shutting my laptop and throwing it aside; the research could fucking wait!

I couldn't care less whether Jake was being clever by avoiding the kisses or compassionate and actually wanted me to get some sleep, I was going to enjoy this. I turned off the light and crawled back under my covers, immediately snuggling up to Jake, who tensed up a bit. Maybe this night wasn't so bad! Maybe it was fucking awesome!

Within an hour, Jake's breathing had slowed and he had fallen asleep. I carefully peeled one side of his blankets up and inched closer to him until we were touching. I slung and arm over his waist and sighed. When I first started to fall in love with Jake, I resisted it a lot. I told myself that it would only give me trouble and distract me from contract killing. And it had... but it was fucking worth it.

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But did Shawn actually sleep? Or did he just watch Jake sleep all night? Is school EVER going to come back? Is Las Vegas OK? Are Jake's friends officially background characters? All these questions may or may not be answered next time, on.... WTMOJMHS (why is my title so long).

It's been a looonnngg while since I've tried a Shawn POV, but I think it turned out good. Anyways, thank you so much again for reading, and I hope you liked it.