California Highway Patrol motorcycle officer Jon Baker sat in the sand on the beach. Near the shore, his feet almost hidden by the sand and occasionally being drenched in water. It was not too hot, and not to cold. In fact it was very relaxing. Jon put sunscreen on in case the sun tried to burn him. Sunburn was no fun! And he didn’t want to go to work the next day bright red.
The air smelled of hotdogs, as there was a hotdog vender not too far away from where Jon was. He knew if his best friend were there, he’d insist on going to get a hotdog. The smell was very soothing, and mouth watering. Thanks to the breeze the smell was being pushed towards him. This was very relaxing…no wonder Ponch liked it so much…
Jon had come here to the beach to relax and to think. Things had been crazy weird lately. He and his best friend and partner, Frank Poncherello or Ponch had been drifting apart a bit. Jon couldn’t seem to put his finger on it, but something was causing it. He didn’t know if it was something he had said or did, but it was weird. Lately Ponch had been acting funny. He’d avoid Jon, or when he tried to talk to him get all tongue tied or so embarrassed he got shy. Frank Poncherello was NEVER shy! So to this Jon had no response. Something about Ponch had changed.
Not that Jon hadn’t changed either…Jon was avoiding Ponch at times, and even he got nervous to talk to him. Both men were experiencing an overwhelming feeling towards each other. Ponch didn’t know how to react to it, so instead of trying to figure out how to fix his problem, Ponch avoided it. Jon was basically doing the same thing, only sometimes Jon would work up enough courage to start a conversation, but then shy away from it.
Jon knew he needed to get to the bottom of this. Ponch had been acting really strange, and Jon was worried he might’ve done something wrong. Ponch was a mystery to him at times…a mystery he loved to try to figure out.
Jon took in a breath of fresh air. He stared up at the sky silently praying that this wasn’t the end of his friendship with Ponch. That was the last thing he wanted. There were still a million things he wanted to do with him, and over a million things he still needed to say.
Suddenly Jon’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating. He looked down and saw Ponch’s picture. It was a good picture of him, he was in uniform, near the briefing room and smiled at Jon, with his trade mark grin, showing off those pearly whites. Jon noticed it was just a text. That made him a little sad, Ponch never called anymore, just sent short text messages. Jon decided to look at it though. He opened up the message and saw in caps lock, “WE NEED TO TALK”
He smiled. “Yes we do, buddy,” he said to himself then sent back a message saying where and when? Soon he was replied with “My place…like…now?”
Jon smiled and sent back, “On my way” then hopped up and started to leave. Before leaving the beach completely he stopped by the hotdog vender and bought a hotdog for Ponch. Pretty certain that Ponch would be thrilled to get one.
Ponch nervously paced back and forth in the living room. Talking to himself and trying to calm himself. “You can do this, he’s just your best friend,” he said. Then fell back on the couch, sweating like crazy from anxiety. “Omg Ponch, just relax,” he almost yelled at himself. He began to calm down a bit, but then the door bell rang. He got up fast and headed towards the door, but with each step he felt as if his legs had turned to jelly and he couldn’t walk anymore. His palms were drenched in sweat, he wiped them up and down the pant legs of his dark blue jeans. Once satisfied they were okay he turned the doorknob.
“Hey, I brought a hotdog,” Jon said showing him.
Ponch smiled slightly. It looked and smelled so good! But Ponch wasn’t sure he could eat it. He hadn’t eaten much lately, and wasn’t sure he could keep it down. Jon handed it to him as Ponch stepped aside letting Jon walk in.
Ponch closed the door. “Jon…” he started.
“Ponch, there’s something I have to tell you,” Jon blurted out.
“I need to tell you something too,”
“Oh great! You first,” Jon insisted. Trying to stall.
“Actually I’m eating a hotdog,” Ponch reminded. As he led Jon to the couch. Ponch plopped down, and Jon just slowly sat. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair a few times as he just stared at his young Puerto Rican friend sitting in front of him. Ponch took a bite of the hotdog as Jon started to talk. Ponch almost spit it out, but decided to keep chewing anyway. Food just didn’t taste good right now. He was too panicky to eat in front of Jon. What if he got something on his face? Not that it really mattered, but for some reason Ponch had been so focused on looking good for him. Not that all that was super important, Jon never cared before…why would he care now? There was just a lot of things that had been going through Ponch’s mind, things that hadn’t mattered before.
“Ponch…I don’t know where to start…or how to start…”
“The beginning is always a good place,” Ponch replied with a slight smirk. Jon playfully pushed him.
Ponch and Jon were silent for a few minutes after that. Just lost in each others eyes.
“Why do you have to look so perfect?” Jon muttered.
“Huh?” Ponch asked confused.
“Oh nothing…” Jon replied then looked away.
Ponch smiled. “Hey Jon…can I tell you a secret?” he asked.
Jon nodded his head.
“I…I really like your eyes…” Ponch looked away after saying that.
Jon smiled. “Really? I love your eyes, Ponch. It’s okay to like mine…”
Ponch looked at him again. “I’m so sorry…I don’t wanna be that awkward friend…but I need to talk to you again. I’m gonna throw this out there…and you can hate me if you want…I don’t care if you reject me…well actually I do…but still I NEED to get this off my chest…Jon…I’ve been feeling mixed emotions…happy, sad, angry…”
“Why so many mixed emotions?” Jon asked curious.
“It’s…uh…well it’s your fault.”
“No…don’t be sorry. I’m sorry I worded that weird. Jon, I’m feeling mixed emotions because I’m in love. I’m happy, because you’re like the greatest guy in the world! I’m angry and sad cuz I can’t have you…”
Jon had a soft expression on his face. “Oh Ponch…who said you couldn’t have me?” he asked.
“Well…you like someone else…”
“Ponch no…I love you. And only you! Believe me,” he said taking Ponch’s hand in his. “I thought I couldn’t have you…if I would’ve known you loved me I wouldn’t have kept quiet. I’m…well to be completely honest I’m madly in love with you, Francis Llewellyn Poncherello. I love everything about you, your laugh, your smile, your personality, and you’re super attractive. You’re like my other half…” Jon started.
Ponch just smiled and listened to him go on and on. He also told Jon how he felt, and pretty soon afterwards moved a little closer. He leaned on Jon and put Jon’s arms around him.
“What are you…” Jon started.
Ponch gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Hold me,” he whispered. Jon pulled him a little closer, not even thinking twice. For the longest time he’d wanted to do that. He could feel Ponch touching him a bit then Ponch looked up at Jon with a slight smile. “Sorry…” he said moving his hand.
“No, you’re fine…I don’t mind. You can touch me anywhere…pretty much anytime. I like the feeling of your hand exploring my body,” Jon replied.
Ponch pulled away for a second and stared at Jon. “You serious?” he asked.
Jon nodded. “Of course I am. I want you to touch me…”
“Thanks, Jon.” Ponch then cuddled up to him again. “I’m not gonna do much…Jon I just want you to hold me in your arms. I wanna cuddle,” Ponch told him.
Jon smiled. “I like that.”
A few minutes later Ponch fell asleep, still in Jon’s arms, and very comfortable.