“JOSH!” “What? What’s wrong?” Justin double checked the looks on their door, breathing heavy, shaking. He leaned heavily against the oak frame, back facing JC. JC walked closer, becoming increasingly worried as he approached the younger man. “Baby? You’re scaring me. What’s going on? You’re shaking.” “They’re after me Josh. God, they were chasing me and I couldn’t get away. They just kept getting closer and closer.” JC closed the last few feet separating him from Justin in less than seconds. His stomach dropping after hearing Justin’s words. “Oh God baby. Sit down. Come on. Fuck! Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? I swear to God, I’ll kill them if they hurt you. I knew this was a bad idea, staying here. We’re in hotel ‘cottages’ for Christ sakes. You have to walk outside to get anywhere. I told them, but did they listen to me. No. Fuck! Oh baby.” JC ushered Justin to the large bed sitting in the middle of the room. Sitting him down, JC looked Justin over thoroughly, his hands shaking the entire time. “Justin? Baby, talk to me. You’re scaring me honey. I need to know if you’re hurt. Did they touch you?” Justin looked up at JC, his eyes filled with unshed tears, his bottom lip trembling. “They . . . my legs. It hurt. And I was so scared Jace. They were going to attack me. I know it. And . . . this . . . I don’t wanna be here anymore.” “All right honey. Shh . . . that’s fine.” JC kissed Justin’s forehead, moving away from the bed to look out the window next to their door. “I don’t see them anymore baby. Do you want me to run over and get Lonnie? We can leave if you want.” “No! You can’t go out there. You can’t.” JC moved back to the bed, gathering Justin close to his chest. “Okay. I won’t. Don’t cry okay. Shh . . . How many were there?” “Hundreds. Maybe more. Oh God Josh.” JC frowned, running his hands through Justin’s hair. Hundreds? A few he could understand. Fans always snuck through security. But hundreds? There was no way that many people could get onto the resort acreage without their bodyguards notifying them. “I’m gonna call Lonnie baby. I want to know how the hell this happened. We need to get you out of here.” Justin nodded, still clinging to JC’s body as the older man reached for the phone. JC dialed Lonnie’s cell, already beyond pissed. Everyone fucking knew how Justin felt about the security lacking. He was terrified of fans when he was by himself. And for good reason. Fans didn’t understand the concept of personal space around Justin. Not that JC could blame them, because hello . . . it was Justin. But they hurt him. Physically hurt his baby. And that was something that JC didn’t stand for. JC was still thinking of the ways he could fuck everyone over for this lapse of Justin’s safety when Lonnie answered the phone. “Lonnie here.” “Lonnie it’s JC.” “What’s up man?” “I could ask you the same thing. What the hell is going on here? Justin came flying in our room a few minutes ago scared to death. He was almost fucking attacked! How the hell did this happen? I want to know right now how they got past security.” Lonnie’s voice became deeper, sending chills down JC’s spine. “Is he all right?” “He’s fine. But he might not have been.” JC cursed himself as he felt the shiver run through Justin’s body. He pulled the boy closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. “What do you want to do boss?” JC smiled. Once he had asked why Lonnie had called him boss. If anybody was his boss, it was Justin but Lonnie never referred to the younger boy as his ‘boss.’ Lonnie had simply shrugged his shoulders and said he was taking care of Justin. Therefore, JC was basically his boss. JC never knew exactly what it meant, but no words were spoken about it since. “I want him safe. I want this fixed. Now. This should have never happened man.” “I understand Boss. I’ll check it out and be over in a few.” Just like that. The conversation ended. JC hung up the phone, rocking Justin in his arms. He could feel Justin’s tension. The sobs and tears remaining bottled up inside. “It’s okay sweetheart. I promise. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. I swear.” Justin sniffled, grabbing JC tighter. They rocked, back and forth, quiet for several minutes. The knock on the door made both of them jump, Justin’s head shooting up at the sound. “It’s just Lonnie, baby.” “You can’t answer it. They’ll get in here. They’ll get me Josh.” “No one’s gonna get you baby. I won’t let them. Stay here, okay? I’m gonna let Lonnie in.” Justin nodded, scooting further up on the bed, clinging to a pillow like a lifeline. JC looked through the small peephole in the door, before opening it. Lonnie came in, giving Justin a sympathetic look. “Why don’t we sit down?” “Oh God. It’s bad isn’t it. Lonnie?” Justin looked at JC as he talked, his eyes wide with fear. JC motioned Lonnie toward the chair as he crawled up the bed, Justin immediately moving to sit in his lap. Lonnie waited and watched. JC placed on hand on Justin’s stomach, rubbing comforting circles. The other tipped Justin’s head back until their eyes met. Quietly, JC leaned down, pressing a long, warm kiss to Justin’s forehead. He gave Justin a smile, in turn receiving a faint grin. “So what’s going on Lonnie?” JC lifted his head, to look at the bodyguard, his arms wrapping tight around Justin’s slim body. “Well, I’m not sure. That’s why I wanted to talk to him.” “What do you mean you aren’t sure? And why do you need to talk to him about it?” “We couldn’t find anything Boss. No one. Not one of my men could find one ‘fan’ on the grounds.” Lonnie made quotations in the air with his fingers at the word fan. Justin’s head dropped down further, burying against JC’s chest. “I don’t see how you couldn’t find anything. Justin said there were hundreds.” “Hey little man. How ya feeling?” Justin’s reply was a weak, ‘all right’, his head still pressed against JC. “Could you think of anything distinctive about them? When they were chasing you, did you notice anything that would help find them. Where were you when it happened?” “I was . . . down at the lake. That little island thing with the bench. They were all over me when I was walking back.” Justin sniffled and broke off, JC kissing his temple. “That’s a really secluded area isn’t it?” “Yeah it is. I checked that spot out myself. I didn’t see anything. Can you remember anything else little man? Maybe what one of them looked like?” “There was one. He . . . he was so big. He was brown. Light brown. Almost gray in spots. And he had green on his head.” Lonnie and JC looked at each other, frowning. Justin had never referred to anyone by colors. He always claimed it to be discriminating. Racist. And to hear him describe someone as brown, was slightly disturbing. And green. And a guy. Gray. Okay. Definitely medication time for Justin. “Baby . . . What?” Justin looked up at JC, eyes filled with tears, bottom lip trembling once again. “You don’t believe me?” “Of course I do honey. Don’t cry. Shh . . . I’m sorry. It’s just . . . well your description, baby. It didn’t make much sense.” Justin pushed at JC’s chest, crying, almost sobbing. He stumbled off of JC’s lap, looking back and forth between his lover and Lonnie. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. I knew it. I’m not lying. I’m not.” He turned to face JC, eyes wide and red. “I promise I’m not lying. I wouldn’t lie to you. Ever.” “I know baby. God, I know. I’m sorry. Let’s . . . sit down and let’s go over this again. Okay?” Justin’s fingers curled, fists rubbing at his eyes, sniffling loudly. “Come here honey. Please.” Justin walked to JC’s outstretched arms, collapsing against him in a fit of sobs. “Calm down before you make yourself sick. For me. We can’t talk until you calm down.” JC rubbed Justin’s back, staring at Lonnie who gave him a grin. They both knew how Justin could be. How bad he could get. And dramatic. Well, dramatic was Justin’s middle name. “You gonna be okay little man? You want something to drink?” Justin shook his head, wiping his nose against JC’s shirt. JC groaned, looking down at the stain on his shirt and pulling Justin’s head back. “Thanks baby. I appreciate that. Really. I do.” And Justin grinned weakly, and looking very pathetic. “Okay. So we’ve got, brown, gray, green, big. What else? It was a male?” Justin nodded at Lonnie, and curled up in JC’s lap, the tip of his thumb between his lips. “Was his hair dyed?” Justin looked confused, and turned to face JC, then looking back at Lonnie. “No. It was green. And brown. And gray. But not dyed. I don’t think so?” “Don’t bite on your thumb honey.” “Boss?” “What? Oh. Yeah. Justin. Umm . . . his hair was all those colors, but not dyed? You gotta understand why this is so hard for us to umm . . . comprehend baby.” “You don’t believe me. I get attacked! Attacked! By ducks and you don’t freaking believe me. Well, fine. Don’t believe me. I don’t care. I don’t believe you. Well. You know what I mean. I don’t like you. Either one of you.” The tears fell down Justin’s splotchy cheeks as he once again jumped from JC’s lap. “Ducks? What Justin?” “Yes ducks. And I don’t care what you say. Or what Lonnie says. You guys are just . . . poopheads. And I don’t like you.” Justin ran to the bathroom, the door slamming shut. JC and Lonnie both stifled their laughter, not wanting to upset Justin even more. “Did he just say ducks?” “He said ducks.” “He was attacked by ducks.” “I guess so.” “Oh my lord. I didn’t know my job ventured out to protection from ducks.” “I guess you should be on your toes then, huh.” They lost it. Both men laughing, hands covering mouths and gripping sides. JC danced around the room, convinced he was going to pee his pants, while Lonnie wiped away the tears escaping from his eyes. “Only your boy, boss. Only your boy.” “Hey. He’s partly yours’ too.” Lonnie nodded, still laughing. “You got things covered here?” “Yeah. We’ll be fine.” “All right. I’m leaving then. Call if you see anymore ducks. I’ll put them in their place.” The laughter started up again, Lonnie making his way out the front door. JC wiped the tears from his face, clearing his throat, a sober look crossing over his face. Before breaking out with laughter. He coughed a few more times, and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. No laughing. Justin’s upset. Serious. No laughing. Ducks. Shit. No laughing. None. Justin crying. Okay.” He walked to the bathroom door, testing the handle. It was locked. “Baby? Can you let me in? I’m sorry. We believe you. Please let me. Come on honey. Please. I can’t talk to you through this door. I wanna see you.” The lock on the door clicked, JC turning the doorknob and stepping inside. “Why don’t we go out in the room? It’s kinda small in here.” “No.” JC sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to Justin, pulling him close. “I’m sorry baby. Don’t cry.” “I can’t believe you thought I was lying.” “Oh no honey. It’s not that. I mean I didn’t really think you were lying. We thought you were talking about fans. We both did. And then you said ducks, and well . . . honey. They’re just ducks.” Justin sniffled and hit JC. Hard. In the chest. JC fell back into the bathtub, a look of surprise on his face. “I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me Josh. I didn’t mean for you to fall. I’m sorry.” And JC laughed, pulling Justin until he fell to him. JC groaned, very uncomfortable, cramped in the bathtub. 135 pounds of 16-year-old boy covering him. “You are so cute. And I’m not mad. And I love you. And I want you to stop crying cause it makes me sad to see you so upset.” Justin’s hands wiped at his face. He grinned, and straddled JC’s contorted body. His hands ran over JC’s chest as he mouthed, ‘love you,’ to the older man. “Well you sure cheered up fast.” “There isn’t anything else you wanna say?” “Love you too.” “How much?” “Probably too much.” “Hey.” JC laughed and pulled Justin down to kiss him. “Just kidding.” “Is this like pick on Justin day or something?” “I don’t know. Is it?” JC smiled at the moan he coaxed from Justin, his hands sliding over the boy’s hips to his bottom. “Josh?” “What baby?” “I think you should make it up to me. You laughed. And oh Josh God. That. You didn’t believe me. Mmm.” JC pulled Justin’s track pants down with quick hands and nimble fingers, dragging the briefs with them. “I think I can do that. Scoot up a little higher.” Justin obeyed, scooting higher on JC’s chest, hands braced against the shower wall. Hands grasped his ass, pushing his cock closer to JC’s mouth, until the head rested impatiently against JC’s parted lips. “What are you?...” “Shh. You’re gonna like this baby.” Justin moaned when JC’s tongue peeked out to lick at the sensitive head. He looked down, eyes staring straight into the older man’s. Justin mumbled incoherently as he slid further into JC’s throat, cursing everything sacred because, oh how he wanted this to last. And by the way his body was tingling, shaking. He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to come. And soon. Especially if JC did that again. Justin struggled to keep his eyes open, watching JC. Watching his cock slid in and out of JC’s mouth. A pink tongue licking and teasing. Tracing veins and the sensitive underside. JC lifted his hand to his mouth, adding a finger in with Justin’s cock to that wet heat. And Justin new what that mean and screamed. Throwing his head back as he felt the same finger trace around his entrance. He tried to control himself. Not to force JC. But he couldn’t help him. Not when that finger pressed into his body. He arched, pushing. Fucking JC’s mouth. Watching JC’s eyes. Crying out. And JC kept up, in stroke and out stroke, relaxing his throat, swallowing Justin down. JC grinned. He fucking grinned. Around Justin’s cock. His finger triggering Justin’s prostate. Justin couldn’t hold it any longer. Tremors and shivers climbing through his body as he came. Spilling down JC’s throat. JC licked Justin’s softening cock, rubbing the boy’s bottom as Justin came down from his high, eyes clenched. Body shaking. He pushed Justin back, until he was sitting on JC’s pelvis and pulled him down. “Love you baby.” “Mrmph.” “What was that?” “Love you.” JC smiled and kissed Justin’s trembling lips. “Let’s get out of this tub. We can go lay down.” “No.” “No? Why no?” “Come on.” “Come on where?” “To find more ducks. If that’s what happens every time . . . cause of the ducks. Yeah. More ducks.” “We don’t need ducks, baby. I can attack you just fine on my own.”
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