Part 9


“Justin?” Lance called, flipping on the light in the front hallway. “Justin, are you here?” He slipped off his shoes and padded towards the living room, smiling at the site of a shirtless Justin curled up on the couch, sound asleep. He stepped closer to the couch and knelt down, running his fingers lightly up Justin’s arm.

“Justin,” he whispered, lips close to Justin’s ear. “Wake up, baby…I’m home…”

Justin murmured something in his sleep and reached out for Lance, pulling him up on the couch. He wrapped his arms around Lance’s waist and slid his leg between Lance’s before burrowing his face in the older man’s neck.

“Just, are you awake?” Lance said softly, still stroking Justin’s arm. When Justin didn’t answer, Lance sighed and kissed his forehead. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Justin. I can’t think of anything but you…and it’s crazy, because I’ve only known you for what, a week? But you make me feel things I’ve never felt before…and I don’t want to scare you off by telling you all these things, but I can’t keep it inside.”

Lance jumped when he felt Justin’s tongue lick at his ear. “Lance,” he whispered huskily.

Shit, Lance thought, his heart pounding. He’s awake…he heard all that. “You’re awake.”

“I feel the same way.”

Lance blinked and pulled away, looking down at the beautiful boy lying beneath him. “What did you say?”

Justin smiled, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I said I feel the same way.”

Lance breathed a sigh of relief, laying back down next to Justin. “I didn’t mean for you to hear all that.”

“It’s ok. I’m glad you told me,” Justin said, squeezing Lance’s hand. “I was driving around today, trying to find things out about myself, and when I pulled back in to the driveway…I realized that none of that matters anymore. It’s in the past…and I’m hoping you can be my future.”

Justin sat up and placed his knees on either side of Lance’s legs, straddling him. “I want to be with you, Lance.” He leaned down and kissed Lance softly. “Say you want to be with me.”

“I do. I do want to be with you.” Justin smiled down at him, running his fingers through Lance’s fine hair.

“Good. So, how was your day?”

Lance laughed and pulled Justin towards him. Justin leaned his head on Lance’s chest and closed his eyes, listening to Lance’s heart beat. “My day was fine. Although that idiot Dylan still can’t get it right.”

“You hate your job, don’t you?”

Lance laughed again. “Yeah…it’s not that I hate directing. I just don’t like the people I work with. They’re incompatent. But my job is boring. I want to hear about your day. Did you remember anything?”

Justin didn’t answer, just tightened his grip on Lance’s waist and nuzzled his nose against Lance’s shirt.

“Justin?”

“Hmm.”

“I asked you if you remembered anything.”

“Um…no…I…nothing. I didn’t remember anything. Let’s not talk about it, ok? Just hold me.”

Lance frowned, but did as Justin asked. “Are you ok, Justin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be ok?”

“I just…never mind. Let’s cook dinner, ok?”





“Ashley, honey, calm down!”

“But Mommy, I saw him! It was Justin, he was here!”

Ashley’s mother smiled sadly and patted her daughter on the head. “Justin’s gone, honey. We’ve talked about this, remember? I know you’re sad, and I know you miss him, but—“

Ashley stomped her foot and crossed her arms across her chest. “Mommy, you have to believe me! He was here! He didn’t remember me though…or where he lived, so I showed him…and he asked where JC was, if I knew where JC was.”

“Honey, are you sure? Are you positive it was Justin?” her mother asked, crouching down in front of her.

Ashley nodded. “I promise, Mommy. It was Justin. He was driving a red car.”

“Ok, sweetheart. Let’s see what we can do, all right?” She took a deep breath before picking up the phone and dialing. “Orlando Police Department, please. Missing Persons department.”




The shrill ring of the phone woke JC from a not so sound sleep. “Hello?” he grumbled into the receiver.

“Mr. Chasez?”

“This is he.”

“Mr. Chasez, this is Detective Kirkpartrick.”

JC shot up in bed, his heart beating fast. “Yes?”

“JC, do you remember a young girl by the name of Ashley?”

“Yeah, Ashley Fitzgibbons…why do you ask?”

“Well…it seems little Ashley had a run-in with Justin today.”



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