Part 7


So Wrong

If he squeezed his eyes shut tight enough, he could almost imagine that the person thrusting in to him was Justin.

Almost.

But almost didn’t cut it, and the minute he opened his eyes he knew what he was doing was wrong. The boy didn’t even look like Justin, and he supposed that was probably why he was here with him now. He needed to get this out of his system, needed to fuck the pain away.

Or have it fucked out of him, whichever the case may be.

“You’re so fucking hot,” the boy purred into his neck, his thrusts coming faster. JC felt him shudder as he came; he didn’t find it at all odd that his own dick lay limp between his legs.

Apparently neither did the boy. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered, kissing JC’s ear lightly before gathering his clothes and scurrying out the door.

Minutes after the door had clicked shut, JC heard it slide open, and he sat up on his elbows, squinting in the darkness.

“What the fuck was that all about?” snapped an angry voice.

There was that all-too-familiar twist again.

“Justin?”

“Jesus, JC, what the fuck is going on with you? Do you have any idea how wrong it is to just fuck a random guy?” His jaw went slack as he suddenly realized what he’d said and what it meant. “You…you fucked…fucked a guy,” he stuttered, running his palm down his face as if trying to clear the thought away.

JC sighed and tried to control the anger building inside him. It boiled in his stomach, kept down only by the immense sadness and pain he was also feeling.

“Justin, you don’t—“

“You’re gay,” Justin said softly. “All this time and you’ve never told me. You’re gay.”

JC closed his eyes and took a deep breath, angry tears pressing against his eyelids.

“Is that what this is all about? This depression thing? This angry at the world thing?”

“So wrong,” JC whispered, burying his face in his hands. “So wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Justin whispered, easing himself onto the bed, trying not to grimace at the semen he saw spread on the sheets underneath JC. “What’s wrong? I’m wrong? That’s not what this is about?”

“No. I’m wrong. I’m so wrong.”

“No! God, JC, it’s not wrong to be gay, honey, not at all!” Justin said, rubbing JC’s shoulders soothingly.

JC jerked away from the touch, glaring at Justin through icy eyes. “Don’t. Touch me.”

“JC, I—“

“This is all your fault. ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” he screamed, shoving Justin off the bed. “Get out!”

Justin climbed to his feet, staring at his best friend in complete shock. “Why is this my fault?”

“Because, you fvuker! All of this started because of you! And now I can’t even fucking SEE you and that’s just making everything worse!”

“I don’t understand, JC. I just—“

“Of COURSE you don’t understand! You’re Justin Fucking Timberlake, God’s Gift to the World. You couldn’t even BEGIN to understand what I’m going through!”

“If you would explain it to me, maybe I WOULD!” Justin said, his own voice raising in defense.

JC scoffed and threw a pillow at Justin. “Out. Get out. We’re through here.”

“You know what, JC? FINE. Be a selfish fucker. I don’t even CARE anymore!” With a slam of a door, he was gone.

JC was reduced to a puddle of tears. “So wrong,” he muttered, holding his knees to his chest as he rocked himself back and forth. “So wrong…”



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