| Chapter 13 |
| �Ok, where are we going to do this?� Justin asked, fidgeting. �You�re nervous,� Josh observed aloud. �Yeah, well, I don�t want to be bad for you either. You�d tease me about it forever,� Justin commented. �I wouldn�t do that Justin, I promise. And if you�re having second thoughts�� Josh assured him. �No,� Justin interrupted quickly. �I want to do this.� �Ok, then let�s get started.� �Where do you want me?� �Right there is fine for now. So have you been on either end of a blowjob?� Josh asked, wanting to know just how much experience Justin *did* have. �I�ve gotten one before,� Justin admitted. �Really?� Josh asked, raising an eyebrow. �Yeah,� Justin replied, blushing. �Ok, but you�ve never given one?� �No.� �All right. Should we start there?� �Um, ok.� �Are you sure you want to do this?� Josh asked one more time, just to be sure. �Yes, will you please stop asking that?� Justin asked softly. �Ok, that was the last time, I promise,� Josh assured Justin. �Ok.� �Ok, how about this? I�ll give you one first, kind of talk you through it, try to listen to what I�m saying, and then you can try it on me,� Josh explained. �All right.� �And honestly, it�s not too hard. If you know what you like, you can just do that, and the person will most likely enjoy it. But remember, no teeth,� Josh told him. Justin nodded. �Got it. So do I just, um, undress?� �We can go through the motions if you want. That might make it more comfortable,� Josh suggested. �Ok, that sounds good,� Justin replied. Josh smiled, moving closer to kiss Justin again. He pressed his body against Justin�s and ground his hips into Justin�s, moaning at the feeling of Justin�s semi-hard crotch against his own. He was growing hard at just thinking what was going to happen between them. He smiled against Justin�s lips as Justin�s fingers moved under his shirt, lifting it up, and he did the same to Justin�s shirt. Soon, both their shirts were on the floor, and Josh�s lips were on Justin�s neck and chest, sucking on his ear one second and tonguing a nipple the other. Before Justin knew what was happening, Josh was on his knees on the floor before him. Justin knew that this was his last chance to back out, but he assured himself that he was doing the right thing. He sure was going to surprise Lance when they got to this stage in their relationship. Justin gasped when Josh�s tongue slid out and over his dick. He hadn�t even felt Josh unzipping his pants. It had been a while, but the warm, wet feeling was very nice and easy to get used to. Just as he was getting into it, he heard a door slam, and it took him a moment to clear his mind and realize what that meant. �What the FUCK?� he heard Lance�s voice say, and then he pushed Josh away and zipped his pants back up. �Fuck,� Justin muttered. �Again, what the fuck?� Lance asked, his voice calmer, sounding more hurt this time. �Lance, I can explain,� Justin started, but Lance stopped him. �No, don�t bother, I don�t want to see you right now,� Lance stated, running upstairs. Justin cringed as the door slammed. Brandi stood and stared at them for a minute. But when Josh tried to approach her, she backed away. �Don�t even say a word, Josh,� she said before turning and following Lance to their bedroom. �Fuck!� Justin screamed, collapsing on the floor, tears streaming down his face. Josh sighed, not sure what to do. **** Brandi approached the door to her room, not sure if she should try to go in or not. She knew Lance liked to be alone when he was upset, he didn�t like other people to see him, but she also knew that he needed her. She tried the door, which was unlocked and stepped into the room quietly. Lance was sitting on the side of his bed, feet hanging off, with his back facing her. She moved to his side quickly and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up, surprised that he hadn�t heard her enter. Brandi saw the sadness in his eyes, and it almost broke her heart. His eyes welled up with tears, and Brandi pulled him into a standing position and wrapped her arms around him. �I�m so sorry, Lance,� she whispered softly. Lance cried on her shoulder for a long time before he said anything. �How could he do that to me?� he asked her, sniffling. �I don�t know, sweetie. I don�t know,� was all she could say. �I thought I could love him,� Lance admitted sadly. �I really thought I could. Ever since we first met.� He sighed softly. �Maybe we should let them explain,� Brandi suggested softly, hoping for the best. But she wasn�t sure what that was. The situation was obvious, and she didn�t know how much explaining either of them could do. Lance pushed her away when she said this. �Explain? Josh was on the floor giving him a blowjob and he didn�t seem to be resisting!� he exclaimed. �What else is there to explain?� �I don�t know, I was just trying to think positively,� she replied quietly. �I�m hurting too here, Lance. I was just trying to make you feel better.� �Oh, Brandi, I�m sorry,� Lance responded, pulling her in for another quick hug and kissing her on the cheek. �What are we going to do?� he asked. She didn�t answer, and suddenly loud sobs from downstairs broke the silence. That made Lance angry. �What the fuck is he crying about?� he demanded. �Lance, calm down.� �No, he screwed up and now he�s feeling sorry for himself. Well too bad for him, this is his damn fault,� Lance ranted, moving to the doorway of the bedroom and going down the stairs quickly. He stopped at the bottom when he saw Justin curled up in a ball on the floor of the living room. It was obviously that Justin was hurting, but instead of feeling badly, it just made him angrier. �You little asshole,� he stated, trying to remain calm. Justin�s head shot up at the sound of his voice. He looked scared. �I�m sorry Lance,� he said softly. �Sorry is not good enough, and you didn�t look sorry. Now what the fuck are you down here crying for? You got what you wanted, didn�t you? You hurt me and now you�re with JC. Is that what you wanted?� Lance ranted, his voice raising with every word. �Don�t yell at him,� Josh demanded from his seat next to Justin on the floor. �Don�t *you* of all people tell me what to do. This is all *your* fault!� Lance yelled, pointing his finger at Josh. �No, wait Lance. Please just let me explain,� Justin begged, standing up and making his way to Lance. �Don�t you dare come near me. And what�s there to explain? I thought we had something, but obviously not,� Lance stated, his voice cold. Tears streamed down Justin�s face as he tried to figure out what to do to make everything better. �I think maybe you two should leave. Neither of us want you here anymore, and we have two cars. Go get your things,� Lance demanded, and Justin�s heart broke at the look in Lance�s eyes. �I do care about you, Lance. This wasn�t supposed to happen. Josh was just�� Justin tried to explain. �Fuck you. If you cared, this wouldn�t be happening right now. Go get your things!� he yelled. �Ok,� Justin agreed sadly, moving upstairs with Josh following close behind. They came down a few minutes later, bags in hand. Lance refused to look at Justin, and Brandi, who had come down after they�d gone to their rooms, just glared and pointed to the door. Once they were gone, Lance fell to the ground and let his own sobs out. Brandi rushed to his side, but there wasn�t much she could do to ease the pain in his heart. **** Josh slid into the driver�s seat of his car because he knew that Justin was in no condition to drive. He wasn�t sure what to say to his best friend. �I�m sorry,� was the best he could come up with. �Sorry about what? This is all my fault,� Justin replied, sniffling. �Sorry that I said yes when you asked if you could practice with me,� Josh explained. �It�s ok, like I said, this is all my fault. I was begging you, and I even used the pout,� Justin reasoned. �True, damn that pout,� Josh replied, laughing a little. Justin laughed along, but it soon turned into crying. Justin cried until he eventually fell asleep, and then Josh was left alone with his thoughts. |