Part 9


The ride to the hospital was complete torture for Lance.

He and Justin rode in silence, an uncomfortable silence that lingered between them like an unwanted presence.  Tears rolled down Lance’s cheeks as he thought about what Justin had said.

I used to spend every night with him…

He told me he loved me, not you…

The words rang in his head over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck!” he shouted, pounding his fist on the window.

“Lance?”

Part of him didn’t want to believe Justin. Didn’t want to believe that JC would ever do that to him, wanted to believe that JC loved him…only him.

But the other part of him was screaming, How stupid are you, Lance? This is Justin fucking Timberlake you’re talking about here.  You knew JC wanted him…that he dreamed about being with  him…he just used you. Felt bad for you.

“No!”

“Are you ok, Lance?”

Lance rested his ahead against the cool glass of the window, hot tears welling up behind closed eyelids. “I thought he loved me,” he whispered.

He does, Justin thought, laughing silently to himself.  But you can’t have him, Lance.  I always get what I want.

                                                   

Lance peeked his head into JC’s room, sucking in his breath at the site of the man he loved hooked up to so many machines…so many tubes running in and out of his body.

“Jace…” he breathed, taking one step into the room.  JC turned his head slowly, his eyes opening.  

“Lance…” he said. “Thank god…thank god they found you before Justin did…”

What? Lance thought. Found me before Justin did? Fresh tears formed in his eyes and Justin stepped in behind him, grinning at JC.  

JC’s eyes widened.  He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like everything was closing in.  “No…” he whispered.  “NO!” He shook his head wildly, tears streaming down his face.  “Fuck you, Justin! Fuck you for doing this!”

“What are you talking about, Josh?” Justin asked innocently, frowning when Lance turned around to look at him.

“No…this isn’t happening…”  He looked at Lance, his eyes clouded with fear. "Lance, please...please don't believe him."

So then it’s true…Lance thought.  

“I’m sorry, Lance,” Justin whispered, placing a comforting hand on Lance’s shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch him, Justin!” JC hissed. “Get the fuck away from him.”

“We’re not going to let you hurt us anymore, Josh,” Justin said softly, alligator tears forming in his icy blue eyes.   “Right Lance?”

JC looked at Lance pleadingly, gazed into the green eyes that had comforted him on so many cold, hard nights.  “Lance…please…let me explain…”

Everything JC was saying was making Lance believe more and more that Justin was telling the truth.  

“I…I have to get out of here,” Lance said, shaking Justin’s hand away before hurrying out of the room.  

“Lance!” JC called desperately.  No…don’t leave me alone with him…

Justin stalked towards JC’s bed, sat down in the chair next to it.  “So, Josh, how are you feeling?”

JC didn’t answer, just squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will Justin to go away.

“I knew I wouldn’t do too much damage when I hit you…I wasn’t driving that fast…after all, I wouldn’t want to hurt my favorite fuck  too much,  now would I?”

“Why are you doing this?” JC whispered, still not looking at Justin.

Justin leaned forward, his mouth next to JC’s ear. “I always get what I want, JC. Always.”

“What did you tell him?”

Justin didn’t answer.  Instead, he slid his one hand underneath the blankets, fingertips dancing over  JC’s inner thigh.

“Stop!” JC shouted, trying to pull away.  

“It’s been too long, JC…way too long…” Justin whispered, pressing his lips to JC’s neck, nibbling at the soft skin.

“Stop!” He turned his head away and tried to push Justin, but he was too weak.

“I can’t wait to get you home, Josh…the things I’m going to do to you…”

JC cringed, tears pricking his eyes.  

“So how much damage is there, Jace?  Just a few broken ribs I hope.”

“Fuck you, Justin,” JC whispered, his voice quivering.

“Not until we get you home, babe,” Justin said, eyeing the door, waiting for the perfect moment.  When he saw Lance peeking around the door, he raised his voice. “I’ll fuck you all night long when we get home, I promise, baby. It’s been way too long.”  He leaned down and crushed his lips against JC’s, forcing his tongue into JC’s mouth.  

JC mumbled something into the kiss, something Lance couldn’t make out.  But he didn’t want to know what JC had said.  He didn’t want to know anything ever again, because everything he thought he knew  had turned out to be a complete lie.



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