Part 2


I had a lot of explaining to do when I got to the photo shoot later that day.  After a barrage of questions about the condition of my face, I laughed and proceeded to lie through my teeth about what had happened.

"You guys, it was so funny!"  I grinned, which caused the bruise on my face to throb, but I had to do what I had to do.  "JC and I were playin' ball earlier, and when I wasn't lookin' JC threw a pass to me. Just when I turned my head--" I let out a phony laugh for effect.  "BAM! Right in the face."  JC was going to kill me, and I knew it, but I also knew that he would go along with my story.  He always did.

I looked to JC apologetically, pleadingly.  He glared back through icy blue slits, grinding his teeth in anger.

Chris laughed. "Ha ha, man! You got hit in the face!"  

Lance seemed suspicious, but then again, Lance always seemed suspicious.  "That what happened, Jace?"  he asked JC.

JC looked at him for a moment then back at me, where I shot him one more "please don't tell him" glance.  "Yeah, Lance. That's what happened."  JC stood up and pushed past me coldly.  He stopped suddenly and turned around.  "But I'm not the one who gave him the broken ribs."

Three pairs of eyes glued themselves to my body, each one displaying a different emotion.  Chris was confused; Joey was pissed; and Lance....well, Lance knew.  

"What's he talkin' about, Justin?" Joey asked in a low voice.

I searched frantically for some excuse, anything to get myself out of it.  "I don't know, man."  Good answer, J.  Way to get them off your back.

"You have broken ribs, man?  What from?"  Chris asked.  

"It was nothing. I was over at Ryan's and we were running around upstairs and I fell...down the stairs."  There. That oughtta do it.

"You fell down the stairs, huh?" Lance asked, his eyes squinting at me accusingly.

"YES! I fell, ok? I'm fine. Now drop it. God damn JC always has to start shit."  

"Justin--" Lance started, but I wasn't about to deal with his shit.

"LANCE. I said DROP IT."  I turned and walked out of the room, determined to find JC and kick his ass.  

Instead of JC, I found Ryan.

My heart stopped as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling me close.  I groaned in pain as he pressed my sore ribs up to his stomach.  I felt his hot breath on my ear and knew he could feel my heart racing against his chest.  I held my breath and waited for him to say something.

"How you feelin' today, baby?" he whispered, kissing my neck lightly.

"Ryan, I...I gotta go do the photo shoot..." Please God, just don't let him hit me again.

"Awww, and I was hoping I could get a little lovin' before you went out there," he said, grabbing my cock roughly and squeezing.

I sucked in a  sharp breath and removed his hand from the front of my pants.  God knows I didn't need to be hard for the shoot.  I pulled away as gently as I could and kissed him lightly.  "After the shoot, babe."  I forced a seductive smile and ran my hand down his chest.    He smiled.  I could go.

"I'll be waiting for you, baby," he called after me.  I wished he would go away.

"Ok, Chris and Joey, you're over there..." the photographer pointed. "Lance, you're in the middle...and JC and Justin, you're over here."  

I sat on a stool and JC stood behind me, so close I could feel his chest against my back.  "What the fuck is he doing here, Justin?"  he growled quietly through clenched teeth.

"He's my boyfriend, JC."  

"He beats the shit out of you, Justin."  

"Shut up!" I hissed as quietly as I could.  

"Ok guys....Lance, you cross your arms and lean to the right a little...that's it.  Joey, lean up against Chris...right....JC, drape your arm over Justin's shoulder...a little more...there ya go. Now everybody smile."

Flash after flash went by...and the whole time I felt like someone was watching me.  When the flashes finally stopped, I glanced behind the camera man.  

Ryan was glaring at me.  I could feel his anger burning in to me.  And I knew what was going to happen when I left with him.



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