| 5 years ago on the planet 3:14 Debbie stared down at a thirteen year old Justin who sat her table consuming food as fast as he could. �Slow down, Sunshine. You are going to make yourself sick.� �I think I'm already,� he whimpered as he got up running outdoor with Debbie and Michael following him. At the porch, Debbie and Michael waited as Justin disappeared within the trees. �Mom, can Justin stay here,� begged Michael. �Can he say with us, can he? Please, Mom.� �I know don�t...� �I thought you like Justin, Mom.� �Oh, I like Sunshine. I love that boy almost as much as I love you, Honey.� �Then you will help him, Mom. He won�t be any trouble.� �Ah huh.� �Really, Mom. No trouble at all.� Justin reappeared. �Feeling better, Sunshine?� Justin nodded. �Why is it you can�t go home again?� �Mom, I told you...� �Yes, Mickey, and now I want to have Justin explain it to me.� �I can�t go home. My father has made arrangement for me to marry Daphne Chanders.� �Is that really the end of the world? I thought you two were pretty close.� �I like her and all, but I can�t marry her, Deb.� �Why not?� �Don�t feel for her in that way, and I never will. And I won�t live a lie. I rather be dead than to be something I�m not.� Debbie sighed. �You were onlys such drama queen. Everyone has to reproduce, or we would die out. You�ll have to marry a girl some day... It is the law.� �No, I won�t marry a girl not now, not ever. I told him I wouldn�t marry any woman...� he voices lows, �I would only marry a man.� �I see. Is that when he gave you that shiner?� Justin nodded. �Well, don�t you get yourself inside and get yourself clean up.� Justin did what he was told. �Mom, he has one where else to go.� �Well, I guess he can stay until find him a permit place to stay.� �But why can�t he just stay with us?� �He has more guts than most men, but he stubborn as a mule. That boy is trouble.� *Present* Is it him? Has my Moss Man return to the living? Excitement and fear sweeps over his body until he slowly turns around to find a young man standing with a basket. �Mickey?� *Past* �Mickey.� David smiled at the young lad. �Dr. Cameron,� he answered trying to be pleasant to the middle aged man. The doctor always made him feel uncomfortable. He knew the man had a crush on him. �Please call me, David. How are you today?� �Fine.� �Good. You know you should stop by sometime and...� �How did the tests come out? Is Vic going to be okay?� �Oh, Doc." Debbie opens the door. "You are here. Second lunch is almost ready. Why don�t you wash up, Mickey.� �Yes, Mom.� �It smells delicious, Debbie.� �Thank you. Come in.� It wasn�t until the meal was on the table before David saw Michael again. Michael came into the room with blonde headed kid. David�s heart sank as he studied them. The boys were laughing and their arms wrapped around each other. Justin is wearing Michael�s clothes. Michael kisses Justin on the cheek before they separated to sit at the table. He noticed Michael�s eyes do not leave the blonde for any length time. He had to get rid of this boy. �So, glad that you two could join us.� �Sorry, Mom.� �Yeah, sorry, Deb.� �Dr. David, this Justin Taylor. He is staying with us until we can find him a home.� �Hi.� �Hi,� David replied to pretty eyed boy. �You don�t have any folks to stay with?� �No.� �Justin here has run away from his father and swears that he will not return.� �And I won�t.� The wheels began to turn in his head. The boy would be perfect candidate for B.O.D. project. He would fetch a decent price, but, the more he thought about and examined Michael�s strong feels for the boy, he decided that selling may not his best option. He could be his B.O.D. Then Michael would have me. �You know, Debbie, he could stay with me. I could really use an extra set of hands at my place.� Both boys stared at David. �Don't say that unless you really mean it?" "I mean it." "That would be great. Isn�t that great, boys?� �What do you say, Justin?� �I guess that would be all right,� he said feeling that he really didn�t have a choice in the matter. �It beats working in the mines.� �Hell yeah it beats working the mines.� Michael pouted in his chair. He didn�t want Justin to leave. He had hope that his mother would let him stay. The idea that he would be staying with creepy doctor made him feel uneasy. The only good news about the whole deal was at least Justin would be close. For now, they were neighbors. *present* �Mickey, what up?� A bit of disappointment lurks with in voice, but Michael doesn�t seem to notice. �Up...� he hardly manges to utter. The sight of Justin wet, naked, and clearly arouse made his own dick swell with in his pants. He almost drops his basket. �What are you doing here?� �Oh...um you said you would be coming for first lunch today, and you didn�t show up. So, I brought your meal to you. Today has been kinda chaotic with the asteroid. You saw it didn�t you?� Justin nods. �Mother swore that the sky was falling. Me and Vic were telling it was it wasn�t, but it wasn�t �til Ethan... Ethan came by... He is stopping at everyone's home to talk about it.� �Yeah, I know.� �He�s been there, has he?� he asks swallow in sadness. �He stop by just a while ago.� �Oh, I see,� he mumbles. Was Ethan the reason for his boner? He bites his bottom lip until blood favors his mouth. Was he in love with him? Justin studies Michael and sighs, I never should have slept with him. �He came here to see if I would help with the search.� What am I going to do with him? He turns off the water. Michael�s face brightens up, and grabs a towel for him. �And you I didn�t go?� �No.� Justin quickly wrap the towel around his waist. �Holy shit! What the hell happen?� Michael examines the burn marks, scratches, and bruises which cover his upper body. �Um, I got stuck in a pit. But I am fine. Say for was lunch?� �Fine? You look like shit.� �I�m a little swore, but, believe me, I�m okay. Eve say so.� �You shouldn�t be going into Tron. It�s too dangerous, espeacially by yourself. You don�t need the money for the plants. Don�t why you do it.� �Look, Mickey, I�m really exhausted. I don�t have the energy to explain and argue my point right now,� yarns Justin. �I really need to get my rest.� �Yes, I agree with that. If want, I could stay? You need someone to take care of you.� �No, I got Gus and Eve, and maybe the moss man, to take care of me. And I like all this personal space,� he lies. �No, you don�t. You hate being alone just like me.� �Thanks for bringing my meal to me.� Justin towards the door and opens it for Michael. �Your welcome. You will by at my house for lunch tomorrow, right?� �Maybe.� �Maybe?� �Yeah, maybe. I�ve got a lot work to do. I really behind now.� �I could help. I took pack us a picnic and...� �Thanks, but I got it, Mickey.� �Okay, if you are sure?� �I�m sure.� �I guess I see later then.� �Yeah, later, Mickey.� Justin closes the door and locks it with a bolt just in case Michael decide to come back. I should have never given him a key. Unwrapping the towel around his waist, he finish drying himself off and heads back to operating room. His body burns in pain and cries out for sleep. He feels that he should put his clothes back on, but lack the energy to motivate himself to do so. Tossing the towel in a hamper, he pulls the curtain back. There was something about the man on the table which made him feel safe. That he is where he belongs, belongs with him, and he didn�t want to leave man�s side. Justin carefully pulls back the blanket covering the man and slips himself next to him on the table. Then places the blanket over both of them. He traces fingers across his face. Leaning in, Justin kisses the man on the lips and wraps his flesh against his. �I love you,� he whispers to the unconscious man. His own words catch him off guard. You don�t even know the man, Justin. How can I be in love with him? I don�t anything about him. Yet... I want him. I need him. |
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