Part 10


“Lance…” Justin breathed between kisses. “Lance…stop..”

They were on Justin’s bed, Lance on top of Justin, kissing him furiously. He pulled back, a confused expression on his face. “What’s wrong, Justin?”

“I…we can’t…we can’t do this, Lance.”

Lance licked the hollow of Justin’s throat and grinned when he moaned. “Why not? I know you still want me,” he whispered, thrusting his erection into Justin’s, a sweet crush that caused Justin to writhe underneath him.

It’s not you I want…it’s Josh. He shook the thought from his head immediately, squeezing his eyes shut. No. Josh isn’t gay. You’ll never have him.

As if reading his mind, Lance whispered, “This is about that Josh guy, isn’t it. You want him, don’t you.”

When Justin didn’t answer, Lance smirked. “He’s not gay, Justin. Can’t you see that? You said yourself he’s with Britney.”

“No I—“

“Pretty much, Justin.”

Justin had to admit that Lance was partially right. Josh wasn’t gay. So there was no reason he shouldn’t be here with Lance.

So Justin didn’t stop Lance when he fumbled with the button on his jeans, didn’t stop him when he stripped Justin’s clothes off, didn’t stop him when he tossed his own clothes to the floor.

“God Justin…you’re still so beautiful…” he murmured into Justin’s shoulder, his hand rubbing small circles on Justin’s stomach. “I never got over you, you know that? I think about you all the time.”

“Lance, don’t…” Justin tried to stop Lance hand from encircling his cock, but to no avail.

“Shh, Justin, please…let me touch you. I miss you so much, baby, please…”

Kisses pressed to his shoulder, his chest, his stomach, a hot tongue on his erection. Justin bucked his hips forward, thrusting into Lance’s mouth. “Lance…” he moaned, his hands toying with the short spikes of Lance’s hair.

“Mmm…” Lance hummed, pulling his mouth off of Justin. “God, baby, you taste as good as I remember.” He crawled up Justin’s body, kissed him softly, leaned his forehead against Justin’s. “I want you to make love to me, baby. Please…make love to me.”

And when Justin looked into those green eyes, they eyes that he loved so much so long ago, the eyes that brought him so much comfort, so much love, so much happiness…he couldn’t say no.



Justin awoke to a warm body wrapped around his, spooning him. He snuggled into the touch, a smile tugging at his lips. It had been so long since someone held him like this, so long since he knew what it felt like to be loved.

“You awake, baby?” a deep voice rumbled in his ear.

He nodded, rolling over to face Lance. “Morning.”

Lance kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. “Last night was great, Justin. It felt so good to be with you again.”

When Justin didn’t respond, Lance frowned. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing…it’s just…” he sighed and nuzzled his face into Lance’s neck.

“What, baby?” Lance said, playing with Justin’s curls.

“I’m scared that you’ll leave me again. That you’ll turn your back on me when I need you, that you’ll run away when things get rough.” That you’ll find out I’m in love with Josh.

Lance planted a kiss on Justin’s forehead and pulled him closer. “That’s not gonna happen, baby. I was an idiot to give up on us like that. I love you, I always have, and I was stupid. Now that I have you back, I'm not going to let you go."

“But you live so far away…”

“No, I don’t. I got an apartment a mile from the campus. I got an internship at an ad agency nearby, and I moved out here last week. When Chris invited me to the party last night, I came hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’d run into you. And I did. It’s like fate, Justin.”

Fate, Justin thought. Maybe he’s right. He was so happy with Lance. He saw no reason why he couldn't have that happiness again.

He kissed Lance softly and smiled down at him. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Be back in a bit. Promise you won’t leave?”

“I won’t leave, baby. Ever again.”

Justin gathered his things and headed out the door, down the hall to the bathroom. Halfway there, he ran into Josh, and his throat closed up when Josh spoke.

“Hey, Justin. We need to talk.”

“W-what about?” he stammered, avoiding eye contact.

“I think you know, Justin.”

He sighed, defeated, and his shoulders slumped as Josh led him to his room.

“Start talking, Timberlake. Because I think you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. Staring off with who you left with last night.”

Justin swallowed hard, sighed, and did as JC said. He started talking.



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