Justin chewed on the end of his pen, blocking out the droning
voice of his Psychology professor, who was talking about the rules of the class
and explaining, in too much detail, how the class would be run.
He lifted his eyes to the clock and groaned quietly. Still twenty minutes left.
It had been the longest day of his life, and there were still twenty minutes
left of it.
All he wanted to do was get out of here and get back to his room. Back to Josh.
He smiled, remembering how he’d woken up this morning to Josh bathing his face
in kissing, smiling down at him with those sparkling blue eyes that made Justin
weak in the knees.
I can’t believe he’s mine, Justin thought, the grin still playing on
his lips.
Minutes later, Justin was rushing from the classroom. For once, something went
his way and the professor let them out of class early.
He sprinted across the courtyard, into the dorm, and up the stairs, out of
breath when he finally reached his room.
Noticing that Josh’s door was cracked open, he smiled and peeked his head in.
His smile widened when he found Josh curled up on the bed, eyes closed, lips
parted, fast asleep.
I’m definitely taking advantage of this situation, he thought, tossing
his back pack on the floor and tiptoeing to Josh’s bed. He knelt down in front
of the sleeping boy and ran one hand through Josh’s thick hair before leaning
down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Mmm…” Josh mumbled softly, his forehead creasing.
“Josh…” Justin whispered in his ear, kissing the back of his neck lightly.
“Wake up…”
Justin jumped when he felt Josh’s hand on the back of his neck.
“Hey, baby,” Josh said, kissing Justin’s cheek. Justin pulled back and
looked down at Josh, smiling. “How was your first day?”
Justin sighed and rested his head on Josh’s chest, closing his eyes to
concentrate on the beat of Josh’s heart. “Long. All I wanted to do was get
back and curl up with you.”
Josh’s fingers found their way into Justin’s curls, his lips pressed to the
top of Justin’s head. “Why don’t you go to your room, put on some jammy
pants, grab a movie, and then come back over here and crawl under the covers
with me. Sound like a good plan?”
Justin sat up and grinned at Josh. “Great plan. I’ll be right back.” He
stood up, but didn’t get far. Josh was pulling him back down onto the bed.
“Justin?”
Justin frowned down at the older boy. “Yeah?”
“Kiss me?”
“Like you have to ask,” Justin whispered before leaning down and pressing
his lips to Josh’s. Josh whimpered when Justin broke the kiss.
Justin kissed the tip of Josh’s nose and ruffled his hair. “I’ll be right
back, you big baby,” he laughed, grabbing his bag and heading to his room.
He frowned when realized his door wasn’t locked. “Must have forgotten to
lock it this morning,” he muttered, pushing it open.
His bag dropped to the floor, along with his jaw.
Lance was lying on his bed. Wearing nothing but a grin.
“Jesus…” Justin breathed, unable to come up with anything else to say.
Lance crossed the room in two steps, still smiling.
“No, not Jesus. Lance. Miss me?” He reached out to wrap his arms around
Justin, pulling him close, his hard cock pressing against Justin’s hip.
“Lance, stop…I can’t—“
“Shh, baby,” Lance whispered, his tongue licking at Justin’s neck. “I
wanted to surprise you.”
Justin pushed Lance away and glared at him. Lance, obviously confused, stuck his
lower lip out in a pout. “What’s wrong?”
“How’s Nick?”
All the color left Lance’s face, and he backed up and sat down on the bed.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, your baby boy Nick, the one you’re doing naughty things with when
you’re not answering the phone.”
“Justin, you don’t understand—“
“No, Lance. I understand perfectly,” Justin spat, voice rising. “I
understand that you think you can just waltz back into my life and feed me a
line of bull shit about still loving me. I understand that you think you can
make promises you can’t keep, and I understand that you’re a fucking liar.
Now get out, Lance. I never want to see you again.”
Lance reached down and tugged his pants on, avoiding Justin’s eyes. “Justin,
please, let me explain…”
“I don’t want to hear it, Lance. You lied to me. You hurt me again, Lance!
And you swore you wouldn’t. You swore this time was different.” Justin felt
the tears pushing up behind his eyes, and fought with all his might to keep them
there. He would not allow Lance to let him cry. Not anymore.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Lance walked towards Justin and ran his hand
down Justin’s arm. Justin shied away from the touch, not looking at Lance.
“Justin, I swear, it’s not what you think. I love you, baby. I do. Nick and
I—“
“I don’t want to hear it, Lance! I fucking don’t want to hear it! Get
OUT!” Justin was screaming now, and despite his best efforts at keeping the
tears away, they were streaming down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Justin…I’m sorry, I swear. I’ll…I’ll call you later,
after you’ve calmed down. Because I do love you, Justin.”
“Get out.”
With a sigh, Lance left the room. Minutes later, Josh was there.
“Justin, baby, what happened? Why are you crying?” he asked, holding Justin
close.
”Lance was here…he was in my bed…and…and he told me to let him
explain…and…and…”
“Shh, Justin, it’s ok. I’m not going to let him hurt you anymore. I
promise, I won’t let him hurt you.”
Justin buried his face in Josh’s shoulder and let Josh lead him back to his
room.
“Josh, I’m sorry…” Justin whispered as he sat down on Josh’s bed.
“For what, Justin? You have nothing to be sorry for, ok? This is not your
fault.”
“That’s not why I’m sorry, Josh.”
Josh frowned and sat down next to Justin, covering Justin’s hand with his.
“What are you sorry for, baby?”
“I…” he pulled his hand away from Josh’s and stood up, fresh tears
streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Josh. I can’t do this. I can’t be
with you. I’m sorry.”