Lance heard the front door open and close; he pulled the
blankets over his head, snuggling deeper into the warmth of his bed. Please
let them leave me alone.
When he heard the heavy padding of Joey’s feet coming up the stairs, he
groaned. He just wanted to be left alone.
He heard his door click open, followed by a heavy sigh from Joey’s mouth. “Lance?”
he said quietly, walking towards the bed.
Lance considered not answering him, thought about pretending he was asleep so
Joey would just leave him alone to be miserable and lonely.
But when Joey sat down on the bed, he knew he wasn’t getting out of this one
that easily.
“What do you want, Joey?” he grumbled into his pillow.
“You’re awake.”
“What did you expect? You come barging in my room and sit your fat ass down on
my bed, and I’m supposed to stay asleep?”
Joey chuckled, shaking his head at the lump of covers next to him. “Love
you too, Lansten.”
“Did you want something, Joe, or did you just come up here to harass me? In
case you haven’t noticed, I’m busy hiding from the world.”
“It’s Josh.”
Lance’s heart stopped in his chest when he heard JC’s name. “What
about him,” he said flatly, trying to act disinterested.
“I don’t know, man…something doesn’t feel right.”
Lance didn’t answer, just shifted beneath the blankets and poked his head out
to get some air.
“At the hospital, when Justin came to pick him up, he looked…God Lance, he
looked scared.”
Lance scoffed. “Scared of what,
Joe? Scared that Chris was gonna
kick the shit out of him for doing this to me?”
Joey shook his head, frowning. “No. Nothing like that…Justin kissed his
forehead, and he pulled away like it hurt him…and he tried to say
something, but Justin cut him off and spoke for him…”
“What are you trying to say here, Joe?”
“I don’t know, Lance…when Josh was leaving, he turned around and gave me
this look…like he wanted me to help him or something…I swear, Lance, he
looked terrified.”
“What would you like me to do about it?”
Joey sighed, itching at his beard. “Lance…I
know you’re hurt…fuck, I can’t even imagine how hurt you must be.”
“That’s right, Joe. You can’t.”
“But I know you still love him, and—“
“FUCK that, Joe!” Lance shouted, tears stinging his pale green eyes. “It
doesn’t matter if I still love him, because he loves Justin. He never…” He put his head down, ran his fingers though
the fine blonde hair on his head. In
a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “He never loved me.”
Tears streamed down his face, staining his cheeks and reddening his nose.
Joey leaned forward and placed both hands on Lance’s shoulders. “Lance…look
at me.”
Lance sniffed, lifting his eyes.
“JC loves you. I know he loves you. How
can you not see that?”
“He’s with Justin, Joe. That’s how. I
can’t compete with Justin.”
“I’m trying to tell you, Lance…something isn’t right with Justin and
JC’s relationship, if you can even call it that…I’m getting a really bad
feeling about it…”
“What do you want me to do about it, Joe?” Lance repeated, wiping the tears
from his cheeks. “JC made it
pretty clear that he didn’t to see me…he kissed Justin right in front of me.”
“Just call him, Lance. Call him, talk to him, at least let him try to
explain.”
“I have a feeling I’m not going to like what he’s going to say.”
“Do you always believe every word Justin says, Lance?”
Lance sighed. Joey had a point. He should have at least given JC the chance to
explain.
“Fine. I’ll call him.”
Joey smiled, reaching over to hand the phone to Lance.
Lance took a deep breath before dialing JC’s number.
It rang. And rang. And rang again.
Lance frowned up at Joey. “Did they say they were going right home?” Lance
asked.
“Yeah, that’s what Justin said…JC didn’t really say anything. Like I
said, Justin cut him off.”
“Hey, you’ve reached Justin, Lance, and JC. Leave us a message after the
beep,” JC’s voice came through the phone.
Beeeeeeeeeep.
“Umm…hey, JC…it’s me…Lance…”
“Lance!” JC called out when he heard his lover’s voice on the machine.
“Shut UP, JC,” Justin yelled, slamming JC’s face into the floor. Pain
shot through JC’s head, and when he licked his lips, he tasted his own blood. “Don’t
make me hurt you any more, Josh,” he whispered, kissing the back of JC’s
neck. “I want you to enjoy this
as much as I’m going to.”
“No…” JC groaned underneath Justin’s weight.
“Shh, baby…”
“Um…I was just wondering if you were ok…how everything was going…”
Lance’s voice continued to drift through the house.
“Lance…” JC breathed, his head light.
“Don’t think about him, baby,” Justin said, stroking JC’s hair, nuzzling
his face into JC’s neck. “All
you need is me…only me…”
“I was hoping we could talk about this…I know…I know I didn’t give you a
chance to explain…please call me back…bye.”
“I love you, Lance…”
“God DAMN it, Josh!” Justin screamed, tugging at JC’s hair. “Don’t
fucking do this to me!”
JC was shocked at how quickly Justin could go from one emotional extreme to
another. He decided that the only
way to save himself from any more physical pain was to play along with
Justin’s game.
“Justin…” he whispered, letting his body go limp underneath Justin’s. “I’m
sorry…”
The words calmed Justin down, just as JC knew they would. He
felt Justin’s body relax, heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“It’s ok, baby…” He slid his hands up the back of JC’s shirt, kneading
the tight muscles in JC’s back. “Let’s
get this off of you,” he said, pulling the shirt over JC’s head and tossing
it aside. He removed his own shirt
next, tugging it over his head and throwing it next to JC’s.
“No one answered, Joe,” Lance said to Joey, frowning.
“That’s weird…where could they have gone?”
“Dunno…maybe JC just didn’t want to talk to me.”
“I doubt that, Lance.,” Joey said, shaking his head. “Gimme your key.”
“What?”
“The key to your house, Lance. Give it to me.”
“Why?”
“I’m going over there.”
When Justin shifted his weight to remove his pants, JC groaned, the pain in his
ribs almost unbearable. “Am I
hurting you baby?” Justin asked, a frown creasing his forehead.
“Yeah…” JC breathed, eyes squeezed shut.
“I’m sorry…” Justin said genuinely, sliding off of JC and pushing him on
to his back, stroking his bare chest lightly. “You’re beautiful, you know
that Josh?”
JC didn’t respond, just forced a small smile.
His stomach churned as Justin’s hand traveled lower, brushing over his
hardening cock.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, Josh,” Justin said, hovering over JC.
JC nodded, his eyes still pressed closed. When Justin’s lips met his, he parted his lips to allow
Justin’s tongue inside.
Justin moaned, fisting his hands in JC’s hair. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, stared down at JC, breathing
heavily. He wiped a hand across his
face, looking down at it to discover it was slick with blood.
“What the fuck…” He reached
for his shirt and wiped JC’s blood from his face. “You know you’re
bleeding, babe?” Justin asked.
“Yeah…” JC said quietly, trying his best to hold back the tears that were
fighting to escape his eyes.
“Did I do this to you? God, baby, I’m so sorry…” Justin breathed,
cleaning the blood off of JC’s face. “I
just get so mad, ya know? I just
love you so much…” He leaned
down and kissed JC on the forehead. “All
better now?”
Nodding, JC closed his eyes again. He’s
crazy, he thought. Completely insane.
“Good,” he replied, planting a soft kiss on JC’s lips. “Now
we can have some fun.” He shucked
off his own pants and boxers and straddled JC, moaning loudly when their cocks
met. “Mmm…baby, I missed this…”
JC froze when he heard the key in the back door. He looked up at Justin, hoping and praying that he hadn’t
heard it too.
He let out a sigh of relief when Justin grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him
again.
This is my chance, JC thought. Someone’s
here…this is my chance.
He put a hand on Justin’s chest and pushed him back gently. “What
is it, babe?” Justin asked, a puzzled look on his face.
“I don’t love you.”
The softness in Justin’s eyes was replaced by a wild glint; his jaw clenched
tightly and his eyes narrowed.
“What did you just say.”
“I don’t love you!” JC shouted, loud enough for whoever was in the house
to hear. “I love
LANCE. ONLY Lance.”
“Fuck. FUCK!” Justin yelled. “Fuck
you, JC! You’re MINE!” He
flipped JC over on his stomach roughly, once again slamming JC’s face into the
floor.
“Stop! Justin, get the fuck off of me!” Tears streamed down JC’s cheeks, pain seared through his
body.
“You’re gonna get what you deserve, JC. I’m gonna fuck you so hard
you’re gonna feel it for weeks.”
“No…God, Justin, NO!” Had he
been hearing things? Why wasn’t
someone coming to save him?
He felt Justin’s cock pressing at
his entrance, and he nearly gave up hope that anyone was coming. “No…” he
sobbed, his tears mixing with the blood streaming from his nose.
And suddenly, the heavy body on top of him was gone, and he could breathe again.