Justin and Lance stood outside Justin’s doorway on Sunday
afternoon as Lance got ready to leave.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Justin pouted, although he wasn’t really sure if
he would or not. It just felt good to say it.
Lance laughed, the deep, throaty laugh that sent shivers down Justin’s spine. “Baby,
I live like three minutes away.”
“When do I get to see your apartment?” Justin asked excitedly.
“Uh…soon, baby. Soon.”
Where did that hesitation come from? Justin wondered, then decided to stop
being so paranoid.
“Ok. Well…I guess I’ll call
you later then?”
“No!”
Justin frowned and pulled back a bit, looking at Lance with a puzzled look on
his face. “What?”
“I mean…that’s my number, but um, my phone’s not hooked up yet. So,
um, I’ll call you later, from the pay phone down the street or something.
OK?”
“Ok,” Justin said, still frowning. Lance
pulled him into a hug and kissed his neck softly.
“Love you, baby.”
Do you? “Love you too,” he whispered, unsure of the words as they
came out of his mouth. He sighed
into Lance’s mouth as he kissed him, then returned to his room and laid down
on his bed, picking at the hem of his shirt.
Why was he back with Lance? Sure,
he didn’t want to be lonely, and yes, when he was with Lance he was happier…but
was it worth it? Maybe Josh was
right. Maybe he was going to end up getting hurt again.
He sighed and closed his eyes, dozing off. A knock at his door roused him, and he called, “It’s open.”
He nearly choked on the air when Josh walked in. His hair was wet, curly from the water, and he was wearing
only black boxer briefs. Justin
closed his eyes and looked away, pulling the covers over the tent in his pants.
“Justin, look, I…” Josh
sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and Justin heard the door shut and click
as Josh locked it.
It was suddenly very hot in the room, and Justin’s heart was beating through
his chest.
The bed shifted as Josh sat down, and Justin shifted his erection as casually as
he could.
“I’m sorry, Justin. I had no right to jump on you like that about Lance.
It’s your life, and if Lance makes you happy, then you should be with him.”
When Justin didn’t answer, Josh sighed and leaned back, his elbows resting on
Justin’s ass. Justin tried not to
groan.
“Are you gonna be mad at me forever?”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, Justin, you know you love me.”
If you only knew how much.
“Justin.”
Silence.
“NBA.”
No response.
And then came the tickling. Josh’s
fingers were digging into his sides, tickling him mercilessly. Justin
broke into a fit of giggles, begging Josh to stop.
“Josh! Knock it off! Come on! Please!” And
then he made the mistake of rolling over on his back.
Josh stop his tickling and fixed his eyes on the bulge in Justin’s pants. He
tried to fight the grin that played on his lips and instead acted shocked.
“Justin!” he shouted, springing from the bed. Justin’s cheeks flamed red, and Josh tried his best not to
laugh as Justin rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
“I’m sorry, Josh,” he muttered, wanting to crawl in a hole and die.
“Hey man, no problem. Nice to know that I turn you on.”
“Josh!” Justin whined. As if this wasn’t bad enough already.
Josh laughed and tossed a pillow at Justin’s head. “Don’t worry about it,
NBA. It’s not a big deal. I’m sexy, what can I say.”
“STOP!”
“Justin.”
“What.”
“Look at me.”
“No.”
“Justin, LOOK at me.”
Groaning, Justin rolled over on his side and peeked his head out from under the
blanket.
This time he really did choke on the air.
Because Josh was hard. So hard, in
fact, that Justin could almost see the tip of his cock peaking out of his boxer
briefs.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyes wide.
Now Josh grinned, glad to know that he was having this affect on Justin.
“Feel better?”
Justin nodded slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from the erection that
strained the front of Josh’s underwear.
“Ok. Just wanted to make sure you
weren’t embarrassed anymore. Talk to you later!” Josh chirped before leaving Justin alone in the room, mouth
still gaping.
He groaned and pressed his face into the pillow, reaching for the phone to call
Lance. Lance had the best voice for
phone sex, and Justin could sure as hell use it right now.
He dialed the number before remembering that Lance had said his phone wasn’t
hooked up yet. He was about to hang
up when he heard the click of an answering machine.
“Hey, you’ve reached Lance…” Justin smiled. Yep, that deep voice,
perfect for—
“And his baby boy Nick.”
“We can’t get to the phone right now.
“We might even be doing something naughty.” Lance giggled in the background.
“So leave a message, and when we’re finished, we’ll call you back.”
The phone slipped from Justin’s hand and fell to the floor with a thud just
before his sobs shook through his body.