| Chapter 11 |
| justin took off like a rocket before the tears could fall. neither jc nor lance tried to stop him, they let him run across the hallway to the bathroom, where he darted in before slamming the door shut behind him. in the quiet of lance's room, they could hear justin's muffled sobs. "we should go talk to him," lance said softly, but jc disagreed. "let him cry awhile, he needs to work out whatever it is that's going on in his pretty little head. you and i have things to deal with on our own, anyway. justin shouldn't hear the things you are i need to talk about." lance raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for jc to continue, which he did. "justin is young, lance, do you know what you're doing?" lance seethed at the audacity of jc's comment, but he willed himself to keep his voice down so justin wouldn't hear his biting words. "justin [is] young, jc," lance spat back, "is that why you came storming over here? to protect him from me? fuck, if that's true, you're a fucking hypocrite because i [watched] you take him yourself." jc did not avoid lance's angry green eyes. he said softly, "lance, what justin and i have goes way back, long before he even knew you existed. he loved me then, but i pushed him away because then he truly was just a baby. i wanted him then, lance, god i wanted him then, but i wouldn't pursue it. now that he's old enough, well, i want him still. and it seems that he wants me too, doesn't it?" both lance and jc played in their minds justin's response to jc during their lovemaking. neither doubted that justin wanted it. "so where's the harm in all that?" jc finished. lance hung his head. "maybe you're right, jc, maybe he does want you and not me." jc watched lance coolly, but not without care. "don't sell yourself short, lance," he said softly, "i watched you with him, too. you were good with him, gentle, tender, and oh so hot. i could've watched the two of you go at it all day." lance fought the blush creeping into his cheeks and tried to replace it with an angry flush. "that's right, jc," he growled, "justin and i were fine together. what the fuck were you doing watching?" jc gave a wry grin. "i could ask the same about you as i took justin. did you like to watch?" this time all of lance's angry flooded out of him and he blushed, intensely, remembering jc curled around justin, in him, everywhere. lance remembered the taste of justin on his tounge as jc made him cum. lance knew it shouldn't be happening, but he was getting hard again, going over the images in his mind. jc saw lance's reaction, and moved closer to him. "you're so beautiful, lance," jc whispered, running a finger along lance's smooth jaw, his crystal blue eyes never leaving lance's green ones. as jc ran his fingers over lance's sweet, pink lips, the younger boy closed his eyes, letting jc work his magic, and when jc's lips brushed softly against his, lance mewled a bit and parted his lips, granting jc access, and kissing him back. lance was only lost in jc's kiss for a moment before justin hissed from the doorway, "get away from my boyfriend." |