Part 21


Josh woke slowly, opening his eyes and yawning. He smiled, realizing he felt ten times better than he had the night before.

And he frowned when he realized Justin hadn’t come home last night.

He stretched and rose from the bed, scratching his stomach before slipping a shirt over his head and walking to Justin’s room. He rapped lightly on the door; no answer. It was 10:00 am…Justin should have been home by now.

He headed back to his room and picked up the phone to dial Joey’s number, suddenly nervous. “Hello?” came Joey’s gruff voice.

“Joey, it’s JC. Um…is Justin with you?”

“I don’t think he’s up yet…” Joey said, yawning. “He got pretty wasted last night, man,” he laughed. “I put him to bed at about 4. Want me to wake him?”

“No,” JC said, grinning. “I’ll come over and wake him.”

“You feelin’ better, man?”

“Much. I’ll see you in a few.”

He hung up the phone, still grinning as he pulled a baseball cap over his head. Waking up Justin was his favorite thing to do, and he hummed as he headed out the door to the frat house.



Justin was woosy. He still couldn’t focus, and he thought he might still be asleep, but he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was naked.

And someone was next to him.

Someone naked.

And that naked someone’s arms were wrapped around him.

He was suddenly cold, and he reached blindly for a blanket, a sheet…anything to cover his body, but found nothing.

If only he could move. If only he could open his eyes.

He tensed when he felt the body next to him move, when he felt a hard cock brush against his hip.

“Justin…”

The word no bounced around in his head, along with the word Josh, but his mouth was too dry to speak.

And then the body was straddling him, and that hard cock was now pressing against his own.

Lips pressed to his neck, a tongue flicked at his ear, and a hand danced on his inner thigh.

“No…” he managed, trying to muster up the strength to stop the person from violating him like this.

“You know you want it, Justin…you didn’t turn it down last night…”

He froze. What had happened last night? He couldn’t remember…

Please…no…I didn’t cheat on Josh…no…

“No…I don’t—“

And then a mouth was covering his, and insistent tongue pressing against his lips.

He was helpless.




Josh whistled as he walked in the front door of the house. He called a hello to Joey, who nodded, not bothering to open his eyes.

Josh laughed and headed upstairs.

“First one on the left,” Joey called.

He took the steps two at a time, excited at the prospect of making love to Justin so early in the morning, of waking him up with kisses and touches and whispered words.

He put his hand on the door knob and turned.



“No…” Justin mumbled into the unwanted kiss, struggling underneath the weight of the person on top of him.

“Don’t struggle, baby,” the person said, biting Justin’s lower lip.

He whimpered in pain, wriggling his body, trying to escape.

And the door opened.

And wide blue eyes met wide blue eyes.

And Justin called out. Because that wasn’t his Josh standing in the door way. It wasn’t his Josh, watching him, shocked, hurt, destroyed. It wasn’t his Josh misconstruing the situation.

And Josh choked on the air. Because it couldn’t be his Justin writhing underneath another man. It couldn’t be his Justin naked in bed with someone else. It couldn’t be his Justin on the verge of fucking Chris Kirkpatrick.

“No,” Josh breathed, tears pushing up behind his eyes. “No!” He ran from the room, his vision blurred with unshed tears, and he stumbled down the stairs collapsing at the bottom, sobs racking his body.

“Jesus christ, Josh, what happened?” Joey asked, rushing to his side. He looked to the top of the stairs and saw Justin standing there, tears streaming down his cheeks, naked.

And Chris stood behind him, grinning.

“Fuck,” Joey breathed. “Fuck, no…” He glared at Justin, glared at Chris, and gathered Josh in his arms. “Come on, Josh, lets get you home…it’ll be ok.”

“NO! Jesus, Josh, please, no!”

Joey spun around and stared icily at Justin. “Leave him the fuck alone, Timberlake. Get your shit and get the fuck out of here. NOW. You too, Kirkpatrick.”

”Joey, please—“

“NOW! Do you see what you did to him, you fucking asshole? He TOLD you what happened with AJ, and jesus fucking christ, you go and do the same god damn thing!”

He pulled Josh closer to him, trying to stop him from shaking, trying to hold him up.

“When I get back, you better be the fuck out of here,” Joey sneered, leading Josh out of the house. “Shhh, Josh, it’s gonna be ok…I promise…” Joey whispered, rubbing Josh’s back soothingly.

“No, Joe…” Josh whispered through his sobs. “It’s not.”



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