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J: no, no. that was just for you.
B: since when do you turn down getting your dick sucked?
J: since tomorrow is a big day. I need to save my energies for my art.
B: what do you call this?
J: I promise I'll let you blow me tomorrow night.
B: yea, who says I'll be in the mood?
J: you're always in the mood. It's kind of amazing when you think of it. I mean, at your age.
B: drawing my cock again?
J: I'm just doodling. What are you doing?
B: I'm just doodling.
J: I told you, I have school.
B: the lost boy returns. Feeling better?
J: lots.
B: how's Daphne?
J: she and her roommates had to study; fortunately, that not my problem. I went to Woody's, I let guys buy me drinks. They all wanted to fuck me; at least I still have my looks. I told them no, I'm saving that for you.
B: aren't you a sweetheart.
J: let's go.
B: later. Come see what I got you.
J: what? A new butt plug...
B: better. I saw it today at work.
J: I'm not interested.
B: you don't even know what it is.
J: sure I do. It's false hope.
B: but you can draw with it, see? Same as a pen or a pencil or a paint brush, only much easier to control.
J: like with my gimped hand?
B: and there's a million special effects you can create with it. Stop being a fucking princess and come give it a try?
J: what for, to make you happy? So that you can tell yourself you fixed little Justin?s problems and made everything all better? Well, you can't fix this, alright? No one can.
B: so you're just gonna quit?
J: it's over, alright? Accept it! I'm not gonna draw again and no fucking electronic creola (?) box is gonna fix it so why don't you come fuck me before I pass out?
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J: brian, will you grab that? ( brian grabs his crotch) not that.
the platter, please.
B: yes, dear.
J: stop.
B: why? You got something better to do?
J: homework.
B: we're in deep shit trouble. You're not still upset about the zucchini man, are you? I don't even remember it, or him. it was nothing.
J: I know. It's just you being you. I know who you are. I don't expect you to change. In fact, I don't even want you to.
B: then, what?
J: why am I here?
B: one night your mommy and daddy wanted to make a baby and...
J: you know what I mean. Is it just cause you feel guilty about what happened? Answer me. Answer me. If I hadn't gotten bashed in the head would I even be here?
J: what do you want?
B: you were right. The reason I took you in was because you took a bat to the head. But it's not the reason I want you to stay. But don't get the idea that we're some married couple cause we're not. we're not like fucking straight people. We're not like your parents and we're not a pair of dykes marching down the isle in matching Vera Wang's. we're queers and if we're together it's because we wanna be not because there's locks on our doors. So if I'm out late just assume '?m doing exactly what I wanna be doing, I'm fucking. And when I come home I'll also be doing exactly what I wanna do: coming home to you.
J: ok. I want some things too. you can fuck whomever you want, as long as it's not twice. Same for me. And no names or numbers exchanged. And no matter where you are, no matter what you're doing you always come home. By two.
B: four.
J: three. One more thing, you don't kiss anyone else on the mouth but me.
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J: we're really lucky.
B: what? Living in this land of plenty? Roll over.
J: no. every time Michael and Ben have sex, think of all that they have to deal with.
B: it's Michael's decision. Is that a pimple on your ass?
J: where?
B: right there.
J: where?
B: right there!
J: no matter how long they're together, even if it's forever, they can never do it raw.
B: neither have we.
J: yea, but we could, if we wanted. We're both negative.
B: you want me to fuck you bareback?
J: yes.
B: come inside your tight little ass?
J: do it. Fuck me.
B: fuck yourself!
J: what?
B: you stupid little twat. Never let anyone fuck you without a condom.
J: you're not just anyone.
B: yea, I'm sure that's what Ben thought about the guy who infected him. put it on me. I want you safe. I want you around for a long time.
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J: how was he?
B: not bad?
J: What'd he look like?
B: guess.
J: ah, six foot two, 175, black hair, brown eyes, smoldering good looks.
B: that's very good.
J: what did you do? You fucked him? Did you suck him? Tell me.
B: why don't I show you?
J: you want me to fuck you?
B: I want you to wash my back.
J: better get a move on, the guys are waiting on us.
B: you know, maybe you should get some friends your own age?
J: you sound like my mother.
B: well, sometimes your mommy's right.
J: I have friends my own age. You're my age, emotionally.
B: I mean like Daphne.
J: I'm not going to her lame ass party.
B: why? You got better things to do?
J: be with you.
B: you can always be with me. You practically are.
J: what if I meet some horny frat boy?
B: fuck him for me. Hey, I just want you to enjoy your youth. I certainly have.
B: you're finally up.
J: what time is it?
B: it's time to take care of that morning hard on although it's afternoon. Somebody got home late last night.
J: at 2:58, just under the wire.
B: Daphne must have had a kick ass party.
J: it was alright.
B: my nose tells me it was better than alright. I smell a varsity lacrosse player.
J: You're way off.
B: hang on, its coming; a nice tight computer nerd.
J: getting warmer.
B: ah, a scent of innocence, a virgin.
J: ah, lucky guess.
B: you kissed him.
B: so many men, so little body hair.
J: see any you like?
B: Him.
J: I guess.
B: you?
J: him.
B: h'?s kinda young. Let's go for it.
J: or we could go home, just the two of us.
B: what about the game?
J: Fuck the game
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J: do you think he knew who killed him?
B: who? (Justin lifts up the paper) how the fuck do I know?
J: maybe we know him. Maybe we fucked him.
B: that'd be hot.
J: like that guy the other night. We didn't know him. We didn?t know anything about him. He could have done anything to us.
B: the first time you came here you didn't know anything about me. I could have done anything to you.
J: I was pretty sure you were gonna fuck me.
B: then what? What if, what if I started to strangle you?
J: I'd rather you choke me with your dick.
B: you could have been dead.
J: Brian, cut it out.
B: you came here not knowing what was gonna happen. That was part of the thrill. It's what made you hard. You're hard now just thinking about it; the danger, the excitement.
J: fuck me.
J: hey, where are you going?
B: Tommy, Tony, Timmy here has invited me over to his house to see his stamp collection.
J: what, you don't even know his name? (To 'Timmy') what's your name?
Timmy: what's it to you?
J: come on, let's go home.
B: are you scared I'm gonna get murdered?
J: Brian. Please.
B: there's never been a hotter time to fuck a stranger.
Timmy: while we're young.
B: I'll be alright.