Part 1


He looked up at the building in front of him and tried not to let his anxiety get the best of him.  The word “ominous” came to mind when he looked up again, but he shook the thought away and tried to remember that this was a new beginning, a chance to start over, to erase the past.

A past the he desperately wanted to forget.

“Lance, we’re gonna get caught!”

“No we’re not, baby,” Lance purred, pressing his boyfriend up against the locker.  “All your teammates
are gone…it’s just you and me…”  Kiss.  “Did I mention how great you played today?”  Kiss.

“Yeah, that’s me. Justin Timberlake, NBA Superstar.”

Lance pulled back and cocked an eyebrow at Justin. “NBA? Just, you’re good, but high school basketball is a far cry from the NBA.”

Justin’s face fell into a pout, and he looked to the floor.  

Lance sighed. “Just, you know you’re an awesome basketball player.  And you know that some day you’ll probably make it to the NBA.”  He slid his arms around Justin’s waist and kissed his neck lightly.  “And when you do, you’ll be the sexiest damn player the league has ever seen.”

Justin giggled and pulled Lance closer, kissing him hard on the mouth.

He parted his lips, an invitation that Lance’s tongue took without hesitation.  Lance tugged at the towel that hung on Justin’s waist, finally freeing it, then tossing it aside.

Justin moaned when Lance grabbed his cock, and he thrust his hips forward.  

“God, Lance, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“Mmm…love you too baby,” kissing Justin once again.

“Holy SHIT, ‘Lake!!  What the FUCK are you doing?”

Justin froze, and Lance jerked away from him.

“David…”


He left the locker room that night with a broken nose, a black eye…the whole nine yards.

The entire school found out that he was gay…he quit the team…and Lance broke up with him, saying that
Justin was just too depressed to be in a relationship anymore.

He graduated with honors, because the only thing that kept his head clear was burying his head in books,
studying his ass off, acing every test.

And he pleaded with him mom not to make him go to college.

“Justin,” she said. “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. But I can try to point you in the right direction, and I can tell you that you need to live your life, need to open yourself up to new opportunities.  College will open millions of doors for you, baby.  Please, just think about it.”

She kissed him on the forehead and left him alone in his room with all the applications she’d brought him.

He knew all along that she was right, so he filled them out.

And now here he stood, in front of Bailey Hall, the place he’d be living for the next nine months.

He took a deep breath, walked forward, and pushed open the door to his new life.



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