Chapter 5: Indecisive
Justin entered the room. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. Candles illuminated the large suite. The scent of chamomile was ever present. He slowly shut the door and walked further into the room. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat. "Damn," he whispered.
JC lay naked upon red satin sheets. He was awaiting Justin's return. "Hey, Baby."
The look on JC's face caused a stir in Justin's groin. He scanned his eyes down the length of JC's body and licked his lips.
JC grinned. "Like something you see?"
Justin nodded. He was too caught up in the moment to do much else.
"Then what are you waiting for? I'm all yours."
Justin didn't even give JC's words a second thought. He quickly rid himself of his clothes and climbed up onto the bed. He laid his body upon JC's and the heat emanating from both their bodies turned him on even more. Justin brought his face centimeters away from JC's and he could feel JC's breath fanning against his lips. "I love you," Justin whispered as he peered down at JC.
"I love you too."
Justin pressed his lips to JC's and kissed him passionately. He felt desire, need, and mostly, pure lust for this man.
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Justin was startled awake. It had been a dream. He was coated in a thin layer of sweat. He looked around the room blindly, trying to find recognition of his surroundings. His eyes shifted over to the alarm clock.
"4:30," he said with a groan. He had no intentions of being awake at this hour. They had a wake-up call at 5:30 so they could be ready to go by 6. Even so, he knew he couldn't return to sleep after having a dream like that. He wasn't gay. No, he wasn't, or was he? No, he was sure that he wasn't gay. He was as straight as an arrow. He had Britney at one time, didn't he? Yes, that makes him straight. But, if that's the case, then why did he have that dream? Why was it with JC? And why did it turn him on so much? He couldn't deny the erection that lay hidden beneath the sheet of the bed, but still seemed to show so clearly.
Justin had so many questions, and he wanted answers...right now. He needed someone to talk to. The only one who'd understand is JC, but Justin couldn't talk to him. He wasn't sure he could look at JC without seeing the naked JC from his dream. But no one else would understand. He'd have to speak to JC. He just hoped that he could do it without bringing up exactly who was the man of his dreams.
Justin shakily reached over to the lamp, clicking on the light, causing the darkness to vanish. He hesitantly reached for the phone and dialed the number to JC's room. He was soon met with the sound of JC's tired voice.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jace, it's Justin."
"Oh, hi, Justin. May I ask why you're calling me at...4:37 in the morning? Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, it's just that I really needed to talk to you."
"Talk about what?"
"I feel kinda weird discussing it over the phone. Could you come to my room so we can talk?" Justin's nerves were on end. He didn't know how he was going to speak to JC. All he knew was that if he didn't speak to somebody soon, he'd go crazy.
"Can't we talk about it later?" JC asked.
"Please, JC. I really need to talk to you."
"All right, I'll be there soon. Bye." JC hung up the phone and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wondered what Justin wanted to talk to him about. Justin sounded extremely nervous which only fed JC's curiosity.
JC quickly got up, grabbed his room key, and walked out of the room. He walked across the hallway, clad in only his boxers and wifebeater, to Justin's room. He gently knocked on the door and stifled a yawn.
Justin quickly got up from the bed. He was thankful that his nervousness rid him of his erection. He walked over to the door and opened it, seeing JC in his underwear. "Oh my God!" he said as he slammed the door shut.
JC raised a brow. "What the..." He knocked on the door again.
Justin slowly opened the door and peeked his head out.
"Justin, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Why are you in your underwear?"
"I was asleep, Justin. I prefer to sleep like this. And since when have you cared? What the hell is going on?" JC was curious now more than ever.
"Come in. I need to talk to you," Justin said as he opened the door wider for JC to come in.
JC stepped into the room, knowing he may not be getting more sleep anytime soon. "What is it, Justin?" he asked as he took a seat on Justin's bed.
Justin took his place back beneath the covers of his bed, sitting up. "I had a very tripped-out dream."
"What was it about?"
Justin began to repeat to JC everything he could recall from the dream with the exception of the other man's identity. He just needed to know one thing.
"...Does having a dream like that, make me gay?"
"Of course not. The only way you can be gay is if you're attracted to the man in your dream and aren't attracted to women," JC said knowingly.
"But, in the dream, I was attracted to him."
"Are you attracted to him in reality?" JC asked. He wanted to know if maybe he had a chance to win Justin's heart. Maybe Justin's sexuality would no longer be an obstacle.
"I haven't really thought about it. I don't know."
"Well, let me know when you decide what you want. Until then, I'm going to get some more sleep," JC said as he got up from the bed with a yawn. He walked out of the room and back to his room, crawling under the covers of his bed once he got in. He fell asleep almost immediately.
Justin sat there on his bed, confused. "What do I want?" He wasn't sure how he could answer that one. Did he want JC? No, why would he? That's he best friend. Besides, there wasn't a thing about JC that Justin found attractive. Sure the crystal blue eyes that send shivers down your body if he looks at you the right way. And then the perfectly sculpted body. And you can't forget the full, luscious lips. "Oh, God." Justin put his face in his hands. "JC is fucking hot."
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