“You sure you’re okay with this, Josh?” Justin asked,
squeezing Josh’s hand.
Josh nodded and kissed Justin softly, leaning his forehead against the younger
boy’s. “We have to get him
back, Justin. And I know you love
me. That’s all that matters.”
Justin smiled and took a deep breath. “Ok
then…I’ll be back in a little bit. Wait for me.”
“Of course I will, baby.”
Justin trudged up the steps to Lance’s apartment, hand gripping the strap of
his back pack, heart beating through his chest. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked
lightly, trying to stay calm.
The door swung open and Lance’s eyes widened, his face breaking out in a broad
grin. “Justin!”
“Hey, Lance…” Justin said softly, forcing a sexy smile. “Do
you mind if I stay here tonight?”
Lance’s heart leapt in his chest, and he grabbed Justin’s hand and tugged
him inside. “I don’t mind at all, Justin. You know that.”
Justin grinned and set his bag down. “Thanks, Lance. It’s just too hard to
have Josh right across the hall, ya know?”
Lance nodded and sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “Come
sit with me, Just.”
Justin kicked his shoes off and settled next to Lance on the couch, leaning his
head on Lance’s shoulder. “I’m
sorry about everything, Lance.”
“What do you mean?”
“I never should have been with Josh. It
was you I wanted all along…I never gave you a chance to explain…”
“Shh, Justin, all that matters now is that we’re together…I mean, if
that’s what you want.”
Justin lifted his head from Lance’s shoulder and looked in his eyes. He
nodded, reaching up to caress Lance’s cheek. Lance
leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing.
“I love you, Justin,” he mumbled as he ran his hand through Justin’s hair,
fingers tangling in the tight curls.
“I know,” Justin whispered. “Come
on, baby. I have an idea.”
He stood up and took Lance’s hand, grabbing his bag before leading Lance to
the bedroom.
”Justin, what’s going on?” Lance asked.
Justin grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Take your clothes off.”
“What?”
“Take your clothes off, baby. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this.”
Lance smiled as he stripped down to his boxers, his arousal becoming evident.
Justin shook his head. “All the way.”
Lance slid his boxers down and stepped out of them, waiting for instructions
from Justin.
“Now lay down on the bed.”
Lance obeyed, and Justin smiled as he unzipped his backpack. He
reached inside and pulled out three silk scarves, smiling at Lance seductively
as he stalked towards the bed.
“J-justin…what are you doing?” Lance asked nervously as Justin crawled
towards him.
“Shh, baby…we’re gonna play a little game…I’m not going to hurt you, I
promise…” he whispered, stretching one of Lance’s arms up and tying his
wrist to the bedpost. “Nice and
tight, baby, so you can’t get away.” He
pressed his lips to Lance’s neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin. Lance
groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
When he’d tied Lance’s other wrist, Justin kissed him softly and smiled.
“It’s gonna get dark now, baby…” he whispered before blindfolding Lance
and crawling off the bed.
“Justin?”
Justin didn’t respond.
“Justin, come on, you’re making me nervous.”
“That’s the point, baby.”
“Justin, come on, what are you doing?”
“Well…right now I’m putting my shoes on. Then, I’m going to leave.”
“What?” Lance said loudly, squirming on the bed.
“Yeah, and your mom is on her way over. I took the liberty of calling her and letting her know that
you weren’t feeling well, so she’s bringing you some stuff to make you feel
better.”
Lance laughed nervously. “Come on, Justin, don’t joke around here…”
“I don’t joke around, Lance.”
He heard the door open and close and he smiled. “Oh, and Joey’s here to keep
you company until your mom gets here.”
“But…come on Justin, untie me.”
“Nah, I think Joey likes to have his men tied up.”
“Justin, please!”
Lance felt the bed shift, then felt a warm hand on his stomach and a breathy
voice in his ear. “Hey, Bass man. Ready to have some fun?”
“Fuck! Jesus Justin, come ON! You’ve made your point!”
“No, I don’t think I have. When
your mom shows up here…and catches you naked and tied up with another
man…then I think my point will be made. Mrs. Bass will be none to happy to
find out that her son is gay, will she?”
“Justin, please!” Lance begged.
“Don’t fuck with me, Lance. Have
a good time with Joey.”
He spun on his heels and walked out the door, laughing to himself as he ran down
the stairs.