Part 20


Lance paced the room, hands in his hair, frown creasing his forehead.

This wasn’t working out the way he wanted it to.

He was supposed to come here and get Justin back, throw it in Nick’s face.

And it had worked at first; he’d found Justin, Justin made love to him…

What the hell happened?

“Oh yeah,” he said aloud. “I forgot to change the damn answering machine message.”

After that, he’d tried to explain it to Justin, tried to get him back. But then Josh had moved in on his boy, and everything was ruined. And walking in on them two days ago...the thought made him shudder.

“No,” Lance said, looking at himself in the mirror. “No way that pretty boy music major is going to ruin this for me.”

He picked up the phone and dialed Chris’s number.

“Kirkpatrick? What time is that party again?”




Josh sneezed twice, rubbing at his watery eyes. Justin handed him a kleenex and kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry you’re sick, baby…are you feeling any better?” he asked, spooning hot chicken soup into Josh’s mouth. Josh had come down with a cold two days ago, and it seemed like it was getting worse before it got better.

“Not really..” Josh sniffed, curling underneath the covers. “You don’t have to stay here, babe. I’m just gonna sleep anyway. Go to the party, Joey’s expecting you.”

“I don’t want to leave you all alone, Josh,” Justin frowned, rubbing Josh’s back through the sheets.

“Justin, go. I don’t want you to get sick, too, ok? I have a fever, I feel like shit, and I just want to sleep. Go. Please? For me?”

Justin sighed, defeated. “Fine. I’ll go. But I’m not promising I’ll have any fun.”

Josh laughed. “Ok, babe. I’ll leave the door unlocked, ok? Just come in when you get home.”

Justin nodded and kissed Josh’s hand. “I love you, baby. Feel better.”

“Mm hmm. Love you too,” Josh said, already drifting to sleep. Justin shut the door quietly behind him and headed for the party, deciding he would just make an appearance, then come back to be with Josh.

His plans changed after the first two beers went down.

“Yo, Timberlake!” Joey called from across the room, waving his arms. “Get your ass over here, we’re having a contest!”

Justin laughed and pushed through the crowd to Joey, who was standing with three other guys. “What kind of contest?”

“Who can drink the most beer in a minute.”

“Are you kidding?” Justin laughed.

“Nope. You in, or what?”

“Well, I was gonna go back to be with Josh…”

“Timberlake…I talked to JC before you got here…he told me that under no circumstances am I to let you leave with that excuse. He’s sick, man. Have a good time with us!”

Justin thought about it, then looked around at the people dancing and having a good time. “All right,” he sighed, grabbing a beer. “Who’s first?”

“You. GO!”





“Justin.”

He didn’t respond, just buried his head deeper into the pillow.

“Justin.”

A warm hand was under his shirt, caressing his lower back. He woke slowly, the room spinning as he lifted his head from the pillow. Where the hell am I?

Then he remembered. He’d had way too much to drink to get himself back to the dorm, so Joey led him upstairs to one of the bedrooms and told him to stay there until he could get home. Justin had just nodded and passed out.

But who was touching him? He couldn’t see straight; everything was blurry.

And then a hot mouth was by his ear, a wet tongue licking the back of his neck. “Justin,” the voice whispered.

He tried to sit up, but he could barely move. His head was pounding, and he was so dizzy he thought he might throw up.

“Don’t try to move, baby. Don’t want you getting sick. Here, take these.”

A hand pressed two pills against his mouth. “Sleeping pills,” the voice said. “So you don’t wake up in the night and get sick all over yourself. Drink.” He felt the cup against his lips and had no choice but to swallow what he was given.

“There ya go, baby. Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”

He tried to protest, but he didn’t have the strength, and he couldn’t find his voice. He felt his shirt being lifted over his head, then felt himself being rolled over onto his back. He tried to focus, tried to figure out who was undressing him, but it was impossible. He’d had too much to drink in too short a time, and now he was paying for it.

The warm hand trailed down his chest, stopping to fumble with the button on his jeans. He heard his zipper being pulled down, then felt a rush of air as his pants and boxers were yanked from his body. He grumbled something incoherently, and the voice shushed him.

“No talking, baby,” it said, and then he felt a hot mouth on his cock. He bucked his hips involuntarily, shaking his head furiously, knowing that the mouth didn’t belong to Josh.

But he was falling into a deep sleep, he could feel it, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“No…” he mumbled, and then everything went black.



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