Realized

Dark silence. No sounds. No light. Just ragged breathing, two erratic patterns. The noise bounces of the walls. It echos and worsens with each breath the pair take. One takes a deep breath before forcing the 3 word phase past his lips. His mouth is dry, his throat scratchy. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing softly. His head aches. He looks up, he can almost see his companion in the blackness.

“I hate you...” the words are whispered. The breathless statement is so low and quiet his own ears strain to hear it. “I hate you...” he says again, louder more assertive. He squares his shoulders. The second man steps forward, tangling his hands in the younger mans curls. “I hate you...” Justin whispers a third time.

“I know...” the other answers pulling his closer to the edge of the bed. He leans closer, their faces inches apart. Their breaths mixing together between them. He surges forward pressing his lips to Justin’s. Justin groaned into the kiss. He whimpered, opening his mouth to accept the offered tongue.

“I hate you.... I hate you... I hate you...” Justin chanted quietly between kisses. He reached up wrapping his arms around his assaulter, allowing himself to be lowered back to the bed. He pulled the strong body down on top of him. “God.... I hate you so much...” he murmured tugging at the restraining clothes, keeping skin from skin. Their kissing paused as the other sat up, sitting across Justin’s hips. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head, watching as Justin shrugged his own off his shoulders. Justin’s hands spanned the other’s chest, moving down across his abdomen. Justin pulled at his sides.

“Come here.... come here...” he panted. A deep chuckle bounced through the room in response. “I hate you Lance...” he cried. Digging his hands into the blond’s sides. Lance hissed in pain, before complying with Justin’s demand. He pressed down against him. Groaning, he ground his body into Justin’s.

Lance pulled at Justin’s pants, throwing them to the floor in annoyance. He had to have this. He had to get inside Justin. He had to feel the wet heat he knew, knew, was waiting for him. He remembered the tightness of it, the muscles that fought more on his way out then when he pushed in. Justin may hate him, but the muscles of his ass believed otherwise.

Lance pushed in quickly, one thrust and Justin was withering and screaming beneath him. Unintelligible words flowed from the boys mouth, curses and cries to God and heaven, mingled with moans, yelps, and hisses. All accentuated with nasty names and “I hate you”s. But Lance pressed on, taking no notice. This was too good, to deep, to tight. He panted in Justin’s ear grinding into his slender body.

Justin pulled at Lance, trying to quicken his movements. His legs wrapping around Lance’s waist. He bucked up into the older man on every thrust in the rhythm. Lance continued at his own pace trying to ignore the pleads coming from the man beneath him. This was gonna go his way. That’s why Lance went to Justin. Because Justin let him have his way. He was always willing and ready. Lance smiled at the thoughts in his head. Justin was his, just as Joey was his. The only difference was that Lance loved Joey. Justin never said no. He told Lance that he hated him, but he never made him stop. Lance wasn’t a rapist. If Justin didn’t want it they wouldn’t do it. It was that simple. Justin never pushed him away. He merely said the three word phase that Lance knew he couldn’t possibly mean. Justin Timberlake doesn’t hate anyone or anything. At least that’s what Lance thought.

Justin yelled out Lance’s name, coming between them. Lance followed a short time later, spilling into Justin’s bowels. He collapsed atop Justin, resting a few minutes before pulling himself together again. Justin took the time to take brief touches and pretty kisses.

Then Lance would dress and leave, only a kiss to Justin’s forehead in acknowledgment. Justin would lay there naked, sweaty, and slick with cum. He pulled the sheet up over himself, curling up into a ball.

“I hate you... I hate you..” he whispered to himself. He wiped a single tear from his eye. “I hate you Lance... but I love you...” but then came the terrifying realization....

Lance didn’t love him. Lance loved Joey. Only Joey... He used Justin. He’d never love Justin the way he loved Joey. Something he had just then realized.

The end