| Chapter 2 |
| You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this Driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enought of it Lance had never hated anyone in his life. Sure, there had been times when he had severely disliked someone, but he never actually hated them. However, after doing a u-turn and heading back to his house one last time, and as he walked around his and Justin's house, looking at all of the pictures of them when they were happy, he had a feeling deep down in his gut that he hated Justin. Lance stopped in front of one picture in particular. It had been taken on his and Justin's first year anniversary. JC had just told a funny joke, a surprise since he usually couldn't remember the punch lines, and Lance was rolling with laughter. Justin was sitting beside him, a look of pure, unaltered love on his face as he watched Lance laugh. Lance found himself starting to smile, but stopped when another picture caught his eye. It was on taken just a few months ago, on his and Justin's third year anniversary. Justin had invited Britney to the party, and spent all of his time with her. In the picture, the two of them were playing around and staring into each other's eyes. In the background was Lance, watching Justin with obvious longing in his eyes. Lance was angry again, and in his rage threw the picture against the fireplace, watching with fascination as the glass shattered into a million pieces. He smiled and found that breaking things was a very healing process. He picked up another picture of him and Justin and sneered at it. "You make me sick," he said slowly, before dropping the picture on the ground and crushing it with his foot. We was on our way home on the freeway In the six double O bumpin' Isley He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy Guess he had a little too much Hennesy Lance leaned against the wall, memories flooding his mind. Like the time all five guys had attended Johnny's wedding, and Justin had gotten drunk off his ass when Lance wasn't looking. Driving home in the car, Justin had been extra touchy. His hands roamed all over Lance's body, and it had been the first time that Justin's touch had actually made his skin crawl. "Justin, baby, please, don't," begged Lance. "I'm trying to concentrate on the road." Justin narrowed his eyes and pinched Lance's leg hard. Lance yelled and rubbed at the sore spot. "You can be such a bitch," slurred Justin. "I know you like it when I touch you. Don't think I can't see the way your dick is pitching a tent in your pants." Lance had flushed with embarrassment and shame. It was true, Justin had gotten to him. He had turned Lance on and he hated it. He hated him. You make sick I want you and I'm hatin' it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this Lance laughed as he destroyed quite a few of Justin's favorite things and pictures in their house. He picked up another picture, but stopped before he could smash it. It was a picture of him and JC at Walt Disney World. Lance laughed a real laugh as he saw the two of them wearing those ridiculous mouse ears and posing with Mickey Mouse. Lance smiled and slipped the photo out of the glass frame, folded it, and put it in his pocket. Pleased with the mess he had made, Lance left the house and didn't look back. Getting in his truck, he backed out of the driveway and drove off. 'Where the hell am I going to go?' he wondered to himself. A sharp prick into his thigh got his attention and he dug in his pocket for the annoying object. He pulled out the picture of him and JC and smiled. 'Well, Jace, looks like you're having company.' As he drove, though, Lance couldn't seem to keep the memories away. He told me that he wanna go home With me up on the hill to my condo Told me he would keep it all on the low-low But I told him go I don't really know though "Lance, please? Will you please come with me?" Lance sighed and tried to look away from Justin's pleading face, knowing that if he saw the pout on his beautiful lips he would cave. "Come on, baby," said Justin softly, wrapping his arms around Lance's waist and kissing his neck. "Let's go away for the weekend. Up to that little condo by the beach. We can swim, sleep, and make love all day. Doesn't that sound great?" Lance sighed and leaned into Justin's touch. "Sounds wonderful," he sighed. "So ... does that mean you'll go with me?" asked Justin, eagerness in his voice. Lance sighed and smiled. "Yes, I'll go away with you." He got closer to me He started getting deep He had me in a zone When he started to show me things I never saw before Baby was smooth but I knew it was game Helluva a cool but you man had the same The way he licked his lips And touched my hips I knew that he was slick The first few days of their trip had been pure bliss for Lance. Justin had kept his word, spending all of his time with Lance. They swam, built sand castles on the beach, and made love until the sun came up. After a while though, Justin began to pull away. He went to parties alone, leaving Lance bored at home, and he called Britney every day. Then at night, he would crawl into bed, smelling like alcohol and sex, and want to get with Lance. Lance had tried to resist him, but it was no use. They didn't make love anymore, just had sex that Lance never enjoyed as much as Justin did. A car horn pulled Lance out of his thoughts, and he sighed. Turning the radio down until he could barely hear it, Lance drove away, not too sure where he was going, but knowing he had to leave. *Song used: Pink - "You Make Me Sick" |