Part 2


“I saw you.” The words were whispered, but Justin might have well shouted at the top of his lungs.

The words cut through JC like a knife, making is stomach clench. “What?” JC said, trying, hoping he could bluff his way out. “What are you talking about, Justin?”

“I saw you.” The words were stronger now, the tone bitter and accusing. “I saw you with Wade.”

JC sat down, his legs unable to support him any longer. “Justin, no…”

“I SAW YOU!” he shouted. “Don’t lie to me, don’t even try it.”

JC ran tired hand over his face. “How?” he asked resignedly.

“Does that matter?”

JC shook his head, sighing. “No, I guess not.” He looked up at Justin. “It wasn’t what you think, Just,” he said.

Justin laughed bitterly. “Wasn’t what I think?” he scoffed. “I think it was my lover getting fucked by someone else. Want to explain how I could have been mistaken?” He walked over to JC, pulling the other man to his feet and forcing them to make eye contact. “Was it NOT Wade’s dick in your ass? Was it NOT Wade coming inside you?” He shook JC violently. “TELL ME HOW I WAS MISTAKEN!!!!!” he screamed, throwing JC back onto the couch.

JC closed his eyes against the picture that Justin was painting, the things he must have seen. “Let me explain,” JC attempted, only to have Justin stop his words.

“No,” Justin said. “I won’t.”

JC watched as Justin left the room.


The tension on the tour was a living, breathing thing, like the proverbial elephant hovering in the room. Something that everyone knew was there, but no one wanted to talk about. Joey, Chris and Lance knew that something had happened, but couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. All they knew was that after six year of being together, JC and Justin had broken up.

And broken up hard.

“Hey, JC,” Joey said as the other man entered the toy room. “How you doing today?” Joey pulled JC down onto the couch with him, giving him a big hug.

“I’m fine,” JC said, his voice flat.

“Yeah, sure you are,” Joey agreed sarcastically. He pulled JC closer to him, noting how thin the other man was. “Don’t kid a kidder, my boy. I know when you’re hurting, you and Justin both.”

JC pulled away. “Leave it, Joey,” he demanded. “It’s between me and Justin.”

Joey shook his head. “Nope, not this time,” Joey insisted. “It’s time you and Justin made up, and got over whatever happened.”

“Doubtful that’s going to happen anytime soon,” JC said. He turned tired eyes on Joey. “Please, Joe, leave it alone. I can’t…”

JC was interrupted as the door to the toy room opened, and Chris and Wade walked in. JC’s breath caught at the sight of the choreograher. Wade had been absent for weeks, and JC had been glad for that.

Joey felt the tension enter JC’s body, watched as JC’s eyes narrowed at Wade, and wondered.


“Get out,” JC said, trying to shut the door on Wade.

The other man was stronger, though, and forced the door open. “You don’t mean that, JC,” he said, entering the hotel room and shutting the door behind him. He walked over and laid down on the bed, observing JC. “So…how did Justin find out?” he asked casually.

JC was mute.

“Well, doesn’t matter, I guess,” Wade rising from the bed and approaching JC. “You know why I’m here, right?”

JC didn’t back away. “Get out,” JC ordered. “We had an agreement, a one-time deal,” JC reminded him.

“Did we?” Wade oozed. “I’m amending that agreement, JC. I want a fuck, and I want it now.”

“Go find someone who cares, Wade,” JC answered. “I’m not going to play anymore.”

An evil glint entered Wade’s eyes, and JC actually felt a shiver of fear.

“Someone else?” he said, licking his lips. “You may be onto something, JC.” He walked to the door. “I’ll go see what Justin is doing these days,” he continued, hand on the knob.

“NO!” JC yelled. “Leave Justin alone, Wade, or so help me God, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Wade scoffed. “Listen, JC, it’s very easy. Either you give me a good fuck, or I find Justin to get a good fuck.” Wade pinned him with his eyes. “We both know he’ll agree, JC…just like you did.”

“You’re a bastard, Wade,” JC spat through clenched teeth.

Wade shrugged. “I’m a horny one, too.” He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor. “Now, get over here and suck me, Chasez…and don’t you dare spit.”


Joey slipped his card key into the lock, opening his door while juggling the bucket. He slipped inside the room, but didn’t shut the door all the way when he spied JC’s door open.

“I’ll be by again tomorrow, JC,” Joey heard Wade say, but couldn’t hear JC’s response.

“You’ll be here, if you know what’s good for you,” Wade said.

Joey watched as Wade walked down the corridor, whistling softly.



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