"Hey, come back to bed" said Marshall.

"In a minute."

"I was thinking that we should get a place of our own. You know, then you could really be at my every beck and call."

"I'm sick, Marshall."

"Sick in the head" said Marshall laughing.

"I have Cancer" said JC.

"That's not funny Chasez."

"It isn't meant to be."

"What the fuck."

"I have, Cancer Marshall" said JC.

"Your, Oh God, is it bad."

"No, it's good. It's only going to kill me. God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean too...Yeah, it's bad. I knew something was wrong I just, didn't see a doctor. But then the headaches they started getting worse" said JC.

"So they'll give you Chemotherapy or radiation or whatever the fuck that is" said Marshall.

"They did, I stopped taking it."

"What, your fucking not taking Chemo, why?"

"Because it won't help. Because it will only prolong things" said JC.

"Now your talking crazy. You just need to think about it" said Marshall.

"Think about it. I've had three weeks to think about nothing, but this. Do you think this is easy for me. This life, verses death. No one can give me an exact time frame of when my life is going to end. But it is going to end. And I don't want to go out of this world laying in some hospital bed with my arm full of IV's hurled over some toilet every second" said JC.

"Don't fucking tell me that your dying. You are not telling me that" said Marshall.

"I'm telling you that I have cancer" said JC.

"They could be wrong. Doctors make mistakes all the time. No, I'm not hearing this. Your not dying on me" said Marshall.

"Marshall no." said JC as Marshall picked up the glass from the table shattering it into a million pieces.

"God, your bleeding."

"I'm OK" said Marshall angrily pulling his hand away. How long have you known" said Marshall.

Three weeks."

"Shit, why didn't you tell me" said Marshall.

"I tried, so many times. I just..."

"So, I'm the only one who didn't know" said Marhsall.

"My parents know, Johnny knows. I haven't told anyone else" said JC. I don't believe this. You're fucking using me. All these weeks you swore nothing was wrong and it was all a lie" said Marshall

"I would never use you."

"Yeah, well you won't have too. Because I won't be here" said Marshall.

"Marshall, don't do this" said JC.

"Why not. I obviously don't matter to you. So why should you matter to me" said Marshall angrily.

"Fine, walk out on me. I don't need you" said JC.

"Ok, so what do we know" said Justin taking a seat.

"We know he's been acting weird lately" said Joey.

"Something is definitely bothering him" said Lance.

"How the hell is any of this supposed to tell us anything. I think we should talk with him. Tell him, we know their is more too this" said Chris.

"I think he's right.

Leaning against the counter JC's hands shook as he attempted to open the bottle of pills. Shit, why had he said what he did. He needed Marshall. Now, more than ever. He could never get through this without him.

"Those fucking child proof caps are a bitch, aren't they" said Marshall standing in the doorway.

"I thought you were leaving" said JC.

"I took a walk. I just needed time to think" said Marshall.

"Time, great. Well you take all the time you need. You have plenty of it" said JC sarcastically.

"Look, I'm sorry. Can we not fight? Because I love you and I don't want our time left together to be spent doing this" said Marshall.

"You saying your sorry, this a first" said JC.

"Yeah, well don't let it get around. So this Cancer. Where, how long" said Marshall.

"I have a brain tumor in my frontal lobe. They say, a month. If I'm lucky."

"A month, what the hell do they know? Shit, your going to live to be old and grey like me" said Marshall.

"Don't we have to be at your parents house in an hour."

"Yeah."

"Then come on, I'll help you get dressed."

"I know that look." said JC.

"What look." said Marshall pulling JC too him.

"I have to get ready" said JC.

"Then I guess I shouldn't do this " said Marshall squeezing JC's cock through the fabric of his sweats.

"Shit Marshall" said JC biting his lip.

"You know you want me."

"What I want and what I... God, yes" said JC as his mouth hungrily met Marshall's. His hand fumbling for Marshall's zipper. Marshall's cock strained against the taught fabric.

"I"m supposed to be helping you" said Marshall.

"So, help me" said JC as he pressed his hard erection against Marshall. Tugging at his shirt JC raised his arms as Marshall eased the shirt over his head. Sliding the rappers jeans from his waist. Marshall kicked them to the side as JC slid out his sweatpants.

"What, no underwear" said Marshall.

"I felt like going solo. You, complaining" said JC smiling as his cock brushed against Marshall.

"Why the hell would I complain."

"I don't know. Some men, like a little chase" said JC.

"Shut up and turn over before I fuck you against this wall.

"You're too impatient."

"Impatient, I'll show you impatient" said Marshall shoving him against the table as he forced JC back.

"Marshall, we're in the kitchen" said JC.

"What the fucking difference does that make. A bed, a table. It's all the same said Marshall sliding on top of him.

"We eat on this table, Marshall" said JC.

"Would you shut up" said Marshall as he eased into him with one thrust.

"Fuck" said JC as he gripped the table in pain. You ever hear about taking it slow."

"When have we ever taken it slow" said Marshall as he matched the thrust of JC's hips. He wanted Marshall with everything in him but what he wanted more was to stop the searing pain that soared through his body. He wanted to cry out with everything in him, beg Marshall to stop but how could he. How could he tell his lover that didn't have the strength to make love to him? Closing his eyes he fought back the tears that threatened to come and as Marshall gave a hard thrust. His hot juices filling JC as he collapsed on top of them.

"We should do it on the kitchen table more often" said Marshall getting to his feet. "I didn't kill you, did I " said Marshall as JC lay quiet. "Fuck, I shouldn't have.."

"It's OK, what time is it" said JC sitting up.

"10:30." Replied Marshall.

"Shit, we're supposed to be there already" said JC hurriedly grabbing his clothes.

"Take it easy. It's not going to hurt them if we show up a few minutes late" said Marshall.

"Their expecting us. We have to...I think I'm going to be sick" said JC.

"Slow down, take a deep breath."

Shit, this isn't supposed to happen. Why, is this happening" said JC.

"I don't know" said Marshall cradling JC in his arms.