I sat in Sergeant Vincent’s office, shivering despite the
extreme heat in the room. I drew
one leg to my chest, resting my chin on my knee.
“Mr. Timberlake, could you please explain to us again what happened today?” he
repeated. I’d already told them what happened. But they couldn’t
understand what I’d said. I was sobbing, screaming for JC the first time
they’d asked.
“Where’s Josh?” I asked
flatly, not looking at the heavy set man sitting across from me.
“I’ve already told you. We have
him in custody until you tell us—clearly and coherently—what happened today.”
“If I tell you, will you let him go?”
“Mr. Timberlake, please. Just tell us what happened.”
I sighed. “Josh left this morning
to go do some work in the studio.”
“What time did he leave?”
“Must have been around 9 or so…”
“And after Mr. Chasez left, what did you do?”
“I went back to sleep.”
“And then?”
“It must have been about two hours later…I…I woke up.”
“What woke you up?”
Why were they making me relive this? “There was someone behind me…had his
arms around me…I…I thought it was Josh.”
“And was it?”
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued. “No…it…it was Ryan.”
“Ryan Jenkins, the victim. Your ex-lover?”
“Y-yeah.”
“And one you realized it was Mr. Jenkins, what did you do?”
“I asked him to leave…begged him to leave…but he…he wouldn’t…and
he…he…”
“Take your time, Mr. Timberlake. I know this must be difficult.”
I took a deep breath, praying for the strength to go on. “He
tried to rape me.”
“And how does Mr. Chasez play into this?”
“He came in before Ryan was able to…well, JC stopped it. He
had a gun…keeps it for protection…and Ryan got up…JC told me to call the
police, but before I could…Ryan attacked him…and then I heard the shot.”
“Did you know who had been shot right away, Mr. Timberlake?”
“No! I was scared to death.”
“And did you call the police immediately?”
“Of course!” What did they think? That
I wanted Ryan to die? That I was
glad he was dead?
“Ok, Mr. Timberlake.” He
reached for the phone and dialed. “Andrews,
it’s Vincent. Send the Chasez kid
down.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally I would get to see JC. I hadn’t seen him
since they dragged him away in handcuffs two hours ago.
The door pushed open, and Josh stood there, bags under his eyes, looking
completely exhausted.
“Josh!” I leapt from the chair and threw my arms around him, kissing his
cheek softly.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered, hugging me back.
Sergeant Vincent cleared his throat, and we reluctantly broke our embrace.
“You two are free to go. Doesn’t
seem Mr. Jenkins had any family, so it’s likely that no charges will be
pressed. Seems like a case of self defense anyway.”
“Thanks, Sergeant,” I muttered, grabbing JC by the hand and dragging him out
of there. All I wanted to do was get home.
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I let the hot water pound on my back, closing my eyes and trying to forget what
had happened today. Ryan was dead.
I couldn’t believe it.
Ryan was dead. As much as I wanted
him out of my life…jesus, I didn’t want it to end like this.
I sighed, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel
around my waist before going into the bedroom.
I found JC, sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.
I sat down next to him, placing my hand gently on this knee. “Josh? You ok,
babe?”
“I’m so sorry, Justin,” he sniffed, wiping away the tears that fell down
his cheeks. “I’m so, so sorry I left you alone.”
“Josh…jesus, Josh, this isn’t your fault! And I’m fine! Nothing happened, I’m just a little shaken
up is all.”
“I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you, Justin,” he whispered,
pressing his face against my shoulder, his tears mixing with the water still
dripping from my body.
I ran my hand though his hair, pulled him closer. “You’re not going to lose
me, Josh. I promise…I…” I placed a finger under his chin and pushed his face up so
our eyes were locked. “I love you, Josh.”
He responded by kissing me passionately, running his tongue over my bottom lips,
asking for entrance, which I allowed immediately, moaning as our tongues met. He
pulled away sooner than I wanted him too, gazing at me with a lustful look on
his face. “I love you too,
Justin.”
Placing one hand on my chest, he pushed me down on the bed gently, our eyes
still locked. “I want to make
love to you, Justin,” he whispered in my ear, planting small kissing on my
neck. He ran his hand down my
stomach, slipping it under the towel the covered my budding erection. I gasped as his hand encircled my cock, pumping slowly.
“Please, Josh…” I begged through heated kissed. “Please…”
He straddled me, tossing the towel to the floor before removing his own clothes,
then smiled down at me. “You’re
so beautiful, Justin.”
A blush crept up my cheeks, and I reached out, caressing his chest, pinching his
nipples, enjoying the way he tossed his head back and moaned.
“Make love to me, Josh,” I whispered, pulling him down into a kiss.
But I knew I didn’t have to ask.
***TWO YEARS LATER***
“And do you, Joshua Scott Chasez, take Justin Randall Timberlake as your
lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long
as you both shall live?”
Tears spilled down my cheeks as Josh said “I do,” squeezing my hands as
tightly as he could.
“Well then,” the priest smiled, “I now pronounce you man and…” he
laughed lightly, along with Josh and me. “Husband. You may kiss…each
other.”
Our first kiss as a married couple. It
was even sweeter than the first kiss we ever shared.
Hoots and hollars came from behind us, and we turned to see Joey, Chris, and
Lance, hands full of rice, jumping up and down around us.
Laughing, Josh hugged me, kissing my neck
softly. “I love you, Curly. Now
and forever.”
“I love you too, Josh.”
And I do. And I always, always
will.