Chapter 10

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Justin

"Oh my God! He lives here?" asks Daphne as I show her around Brian's loft.

"Now I do too," I reply smugly. "Check out the TV, and the DVDs," I continue as I walk her through. "The furniture's all Italian; Milan. Ooh! Wait till you see the painting of the naked guy."

Daphne is following me to the painting when one of the panels to the bedroom pops open. "Oh!" exclaims Daphne as she faces a totally naked Brian. Her eyes are almost bugging out. "Oh, God." She turns into me to avert her eyes.

"Justin," says Brian, still standing there in all his naked glory. "A word." He motions to me. I hurry up to the bedroom to talk with him. "What the fuck is going on out there?" He points to where Daphne is still standing, studiously studying the kitchen.

"I'm just giving Daphne a tour," I answer.

"This is not the White House," he says indignantly. "George Washington never slept here!"

"He's the only one who hasn't," I reply, but Brian is not amused at my humor.

"Would you please just keep it down?" he asks. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"It's noon."

"Oh shit, I'm supposed to meet my new trainer at one. Fuck!" He runs into the bathroom.

I head back to my friend. "You're just going to have to be more considerate, Daph," I tell her.

She looks like she's about to lay into me when Brian comes back. "Do either of you know how to make a Creotene and Soy shake?"

I laugh as we both look at each other and shake our heads. "No," I reply.

"Well, would you please just pour me some guava juice?" he snaps.

We look in the fridge. "Here it is," says Daph as she pulls out the juice. "So, are you going home today?" she asks.

"What for?"

"Well, I saw the balloons on the mailbox."

"Oh, shit!" I reply in horror. "Molly's birthday." Daph nods at me. "Yeah, but how could I go back now?"

"She's your little sister," she says. "I'm sure she misses you."

Sure, like the plague. "Yeah, she's probably appropriated all my coolest stuff," I answer wistfully.

Brian comes into the kitchen. "Your drink, Brian," says Daph as she hands him his juice.

"Well, you'll make an excellent wife," he responds as he looks at me. "Then she can drop you."

"Please," she replies. "I'm never getting married. I mean, why be tied down?"

"I love this girl," Brian says as Daph smiles goofily at him. "So," he continues as he sets down his glass and puts on his sunglasses. "What are you doing?" he asks me.

"Mmm," I respond. "Gonna smoke some weed, download porn."

"Uh-huh. Well, if you go out, be sure you set the alarm." He leans over and kisses Daph on the cheek. "Bye, darling."

Brian leaves and Daphne starts acting like a fucking schoolgirl. "Oh my God! He is to die for!"

'And he's mine,' I think as I just smile at my best friend.

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I walk down the steps in the backyard to where my sister's birthday party is in full swing on our patio. My mom's eyes actually light up when she sees me. "Sweetheart," she exclaims. "You came!"

"I couldn't miss Molly's birthday," I reply as she hugs me. "Where's Dad?" I ask hesitantly.

"Uh, he's upstairs watching the game. Kids' parties aren't exactly his thing." Way to come to your own daughter's birthday party, Dad. Good to know I'm not the only kid you ignore. "Molly," says Mom as we approach my sister.

"Justin!" Molly comes up and hugs me.

"Happy Birthday, Mollusk!" I reply as I return her hug. I guess I really have kind of missed the little brat.

"What ya gonna give me?" she asks. Ah, I see, I'm just good for a present.

"Permission to live," I say in true big brother fashion. "Here." I hand her my gift.

She unrolls a sketch I did of her and shows it to Mom. "Justin, this is beautiful," Mom says.

Molly just looks at me. Mom bends down to her. "Okay, go get some cake." She runs back to her friends. "She's thrilled you came," she says to me.

"Yeah, how could you tell?" I ask as we both laugh.

We walk away from the party a ways. "Are you all right," she asks. "Are you eating?"

"Does it look like I'm starving?"

"Well, you are staying for dinner," she responds.

"That depends if Dad wants to see me."

"Of course he wants to see you. He's as upset about this as you are."

"Really?" I ask.

"He wants you to come home, as you know, I do."

"Well, I want to come home, too." And I do. I'm ready to be in my own room again, eat all the special things Mom makes for me. All that stuff I miss. Even Molly's tattling and general brattiness sound good right now.

"God, Justin," Mom says as she pulls me into a hug. "I'm so glad to hear you say that."

She pulls away. "Let's go tell him."

"Wait," I reply. "What about the rules?"

She crosses her arms. "Which rules?"

She fucking knows what I mean. "That I can't go out. That I can't see Brian or talk about my disgusting lifestyle."

"I don't…I don't think he meant it quite that way."

"What did he mean?" I ask.

"I think he just wants everything to be as it was." And I can tell on some level that's really what she wants too.

"Well, it can't be the way it was," I say bluntly. "I'm not the way I was."

"And I don't want you to be anyone other than who you are. I just…I have to consider the needs of this whole family. Not just your desires. You have to understand that."

My heart sinks as I stand there staring at my mom, knowing she's chosen my father over me and that I really am alone.

"Mom," calls Molly. "Mom!"

My mother throws another look at me as she hurries off to cut my sister's birthday cake.

I turn and walk away from my home, for what I now realize will be the last time.

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Brian

So, it turns out my new trainer is this totally hot, buff guy. After our session at the gym, he is more than ready to come to a session at my loft. I start undressing him in my elevator as we make our way up to my place.

The elevator stops and I pull him out. He rests his arm on the frame as he tries to catch his breath. "Oh, wow. Whew," is all he can say after our brief ride.

"And that was just the warm up," I tell him.

"Wow," he says.

"Now, we'll do some serious pumping," I tell him as I run a hand over his very well developed pecs. "Focusing on each muscle group." I run my fingers across his chest. "And plenty of reps," I add.

Suddenly I hear a phone off the hook and it sounds like it's coming from the loft. "What the fuck?" I say as I turn to my door. I see that it's open. "Jesus, I thought I told that kid…" I stop as I look inside.

Every fucking thing I own is gone. I slowly walk inside. "My television's gone," I say out loud. "And my computer. My files." I bring my hand up to my head. I hurry up to my room and fuck. "They even stole my fucking clothes!" I yell.

"At least the bed's still here," says the trick as I come out of my room. Too fucking bad you won't be in it.

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After what feels like hours, the cops finally arrive. They take down a list of items stolen and start to ask all the standard questions.

"Have you had any strangers in the house recently?" asks one of them.

I close my eyes and the parade of tricks rolls through my mind. Fuck! Most of gay Pittsburgh has been through here. And they all would want my fucking stuff. Well, I'm not about to tell that to these two cops. "Uh, no, just family and close friends," I lie through my fucking teeth.

The cops finally leave and I call Michael. "So, do you want me to pick you up?" he says, "or do you want to just meet me at Woody's?"

"Fuck Woody's," I seethe. "I've been robbed! Get your ass over here!"

While I'm waiting for Mikey, Blond Boy wanders in. "What's goin…" he starts and then gets a good look around. "Brian, what happened?"

I start to speak, but I'm so angry it's really difficult. Finally, I'm able to force a few words out. "What happened is, I was robbed."

"Oh my God," he exclaims. "I'm so sorry, I'm sure I…"

I just hold up a finger silently telling him to shut up. I can't deal with him right now, I might kill him. Better wait until Mikey gets here. He'll either stop me or at least help me hide the body.

We sit in silence and wait.

"Holy shit!" I hear from behind me in the doorway.

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Justin

"Forgot to set the alarm?" Brian advances on me as soon as Michael arrives. I'm not sure if he had him come to protect me or help kill me.

"I thought I did," I reply meekly. Shit, this is so not good.

"Thought you did or you didn't?" he asks angrily. "Where the fuck did you go?"

'To my house to be rejected by my parents again,' is what I want to say. "My sister's birthday party and then I kind of walked around," I answer.

"Well, while you were kind of walking around, I got kind of robbed," he starts yelling again.

"Just take it easy," soothes Michael, laying a hand on his arm.

"That's all there's left to take," Brian bites out and then turns to me again.

"Look," I plead. "I didn't mean to do it. I'm so sorry."

"I told you, when I said you could stay here, that there are rules." Again with the fucking rules. "Now, you've got five minutes to pack your shit." He turns to Michael. "None of which, of course, was stolen! And get the fuck out of here!" he screams at me.

I turn slowly and start to gather my stuff. I turn to look at Brian once more, but he's got his back turned to me, much like my mom did, just a few short hours ago.

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Brian

"I brought brunch," chirps Lindsay happily the next morning as she enters the loft with bagels in one hand and Gus in the other.

I settle at my bar and she begins poking around in the kitchen. "Twelve Armani suits," I start my list of stolen items. "Four Gucci belts and six pairs of Prada shoes, gone." I turn Gus' seat around so I can play with him. "You know, I'm starting to suspect gay on gay crime."

"You know, I wouldn't be surprised," Lindsay comments. "You've had more visitors here than Disney World. I can't find a knife for the cream cheese."

"Yeah, well, they stole that too."

"They stole your cutlery?"

"Even my juicer. I mean, who the fuck steals a Philippe Stark juicer?"

"A thirsty thief with good taste?" she chuckles. "Well," says Lindsay. "I hope they find who's responsible."

"I know who's responsible. That little asshole who forgot to set my alarm."

"Oh ho, as if you never forgot anything," she retorts.

"Nothing that important," I reply with certainty.

"So, where is he?" she asks.

"Who?" I snap.

"Justin."

"I don't know. I told him to pack his shit and get the hell out."

"You sent him away?"

"Look, I did him a favor and this is how he repays me."

"He didn't do it on purpose," she objects.

"Would you please stop making excuses for him?"

"Sorry, must be a force of habit," she counters in an icy tone. She moves to pick up Gus. "Come on, honey."

What the fuck did I do? "Hey, where are you going?" I ask.

"It's time for Gus' brunch."

"I thought you were going to help me with this list."

"Oh, yeah," she says as she walks back to me. "There's one valuable item missing that can't be replaced." She takes my pen and scrawls, JUSTIN across my paper and then slams out of the loft.

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Justin

I spent the night at Daphne's last night and I had her bring me to the diner this morning. We're sitting in a booth as I reveal my plan to her.

"You're such a big dramatic queen," she says.

"It's drama queen," I retort. "And do you have a better idea?"

"You could stay at my house."

"Yeah, your parents would love that," I laugh.

"Well, what are you going to do in New York?"

I shrug. "Model?"

"You're skinny enough," she says. "You have like, the world's most perfect hair."

"Or I could be a go-go boy. I've seen them at Babylon. I could make, like, a hundred bucks a night."

Her face gets brighter. "Maybe I could come with you! I could shake it up too." She shimmies her shoulders.

"That would be great," I laugh. "You and me!"

"’Cept, I have to be home by eleven."

"Well,” I say. “I'm going." I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket. "Look at this. It's a confirmation number. I charged a ticket."

"Since when do you have a credit card?"

"I took Brian's."

"That's like, a major felony or something. I mean, you could go to jail for that." She's totally freaking out.

"At least I'd have a place to live," I retort. "Anyway, I'll pay him back. As soon as I get a job. I just gotta get out of here. Now."

There's nothing for me in Pittsburgh anymore.

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Brian

"Fifty years?" exclaims Emmett after Mikey told us about the couple he and Dr. Dave had brunch with this morning.

Mikey nods as he sucks on his Bloody Mary.

"Poor suckers," I comment.

"Do you think they still do it?" asks Emmett.

"At their age it's not about sex," says Mikey.

"Yeah, it's about life support," I retort.

"It just so happens a person can have an active sex life at any age," counters Ted.

"So that means there's still hope for you," I tell him. "So when are you and the doc going to start massaging each other's prostates?" He hasn't told me yet if he's decided to accept the doc's offer to move in.

"Would you give him a break," snaps Emmett. "He's having enough trouble deciding.

"Then why not consult Mysterious Marilyn," comes a voice from the bar. "What'll it be, boys? Palms, Tarot, a spin around the Ouija? Only twenty bucks."

"All right," says Ted as he stands up. "Ten and not a peso more."

"Mysterious Marilyn senses you're an accountant," the not so pretty transvestite says to Ted.

"Oh, she's good," Emmett jumps from his seat and makes his way over.

"You, the one with the boyfriend," Marilyn points at Mikey. "Sit." He sits next to her at the bar. "Put your digits on the Ouija, sweetheart." Mike puts his fingers on the stupid thing and the psychic closes her eyes and throws back her head. "Ouija, what is his true love's name?" She puts her hand over his and the thingy starts moving. "B," says Marilyn. "R, I…"

"This is too weird," says Ted.

Mikey pulls back from the board. "That is not my boyfriend's name," he protests.

"That wasn't the question, and frankly, he's a bad bet." Well, now she's got my attention. I stop eavesdropping and actually go over there. "Now," continues Marilyn. "Let's ask about your boyfriend."

Before Marilyn can get started, blond boy's girlfriend comes up to me. "Hey," she says. "Justin's run away."

The guys all look up startled. "What are you talking about?" I say.

"He went to New York!" she says.

"With your credit card," adds Marilyn.

"What?" I ask.

Daphne stares at the psychic for a second and then looks back at me. "He took your credit card."

"That little fuck!" I yell.

"He's going to become a go-go boy in Chelsea," says Marilyn. "And he's going to be very successful."

"How do you know?" asks Daphne.

"God writes the script, sweetie. I just say the lines."

Daphne just stares again and then once again turns back to me. "You better find him and bring him back!"

"Right," I say.

"I see you on the Pennsylvania Turnpike," says Marilyn.

"The fuck you do," I counter.

She continues, "And before you leave, be sure to check the air in your tires."

"This is all your fault," says Daphne as she punches me in the arm.

"Ow!!"

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Deb punches me in the arm when we get to the diner and tell her the news. "This is all your fault!" she yells.

I look to the guys for help but they just stare at me. I turn back to Deb. "Since when is he my responsibility?"

"Since you took him home and fucked him!" she retorts.

"Ma, please," Mikey implores.

"Well, it's the truth," she returns. She puts her hands on her hips and gets in my face. "I mean, you've gotten away with a lot," she spouts. "More than you should, but not this time. Now, you're going to New York."

"The fuck I am," I retort.

She ignores me. "And you're going to bring Sunshine home in exactly the condition in which you found him. Otherwise, it's not his parents or the police you're going to answer to. You're going to answer to me!"

"Why do you care?" Mikey asks his mom.

"Because I couldn't live with myself if something happened to that kid. I love him like my son. Hell, you're all my sons!"

"Thank you, Arthur Miller," quips Ted. I put my hand to my head trying not to laugh. "I mean," Ted continues, "New York's a pretty big place. How are we supposed to find him?"

"Daphne said he'd be in Chelsea," says Emmett.

"I'm not going to New York," I state yet again for my seemingly deaf friends.

"Look, I'll go with you," says Mikey. I shoot him a dirty look. What the fuck?

"What about your work?" Deb asks him.

"I can miss a day," he says.

"See," she puts her arm around him. "You never have to ask this kid for anything." Oh brother.

"Well," pipes up Ted. "As long as the backseat's empty, I might as well be in it."

"Yeah, yeah," says Emmett. "Count me in."

Jesus. "Why do you guys want to go?" I demand.

They both look horribly offended. "Why? Why?" asks Emmett.

"How can you even ask that?" adds Ted.

"Brian, you're one of our closest friends," says Emmett.

"We can't let you go off on this perilous journey alone," states Ted.

"We are going to be with you all the way."

What's that smell? Oh, I think it’s Ted and Emmett's bullshit. "I'm really touched," I nod. Then I eye them both. "What's the real reason?"

They look guilty for a moment and then, as if on cue, they start chanting. "Road trip, road trip, road trip, road trip."

I roll my eyes. This must be hell.

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A few hours later, I know I'm in hell as Ted and Emmett are in the backseat singing.

"Ooh wa, ooh wa, cool, cool, kitty.

Tell us about the boy from New York City…"

Well you get the picture. Then, just when I though it couldn't get worse, Mikey takes the solo in his squeaky, falsetto voice. Someone fucking shoot me now and put me out of my misery.

I'm on hold, trying to track down the charges on the card Blond Boy took from me. "Will you shut the fuck up?" I yell at the guys. Of course, that's the moment the lady on the other line comes back. "No, not you, ma'am," I say.

"Stop being such a party poop," Mikey scolds me.

"This is not a party," I remind him.

"Still, a song and a snack can turn any moment into an occasion," chimes in Emmett.

I turn back to the phone call. "So, there haven't been any more charges to my Visa except the flight to New York? And you'll let me know if there are?" After I'm reassured by the Visa lady, I hang up.

"All right," says Emmett. "Let's sing some Barbra."

"Mm," says Ted. "Can't do Barbra unless you have the lyrics on the monitor."

Emmett gasps. "Bitch," he calls Ted.

"Rowrr," says Mikey, making cat noises with his claws out.

I rest my head on my hand for a moment. "If one of you starts to sing 'People‘," I exclaim. "I will leave you on the side of the road without stopping."

"He's not kidding," Mikey adds. He knows me so well.

"All right," concedes Emmett. "Well, we've already told all our big dick stories."

"Discussed anti-gay legislation," says Ted.

"What we think of Bette's new series," says Mikey.

"And, let's see, we've been on the road twenty-seven minutes," Ted reports.

"Only five hours left to go," declares Emmett.

"And if anyone can kill them, you can," I tell them. "God, we must be out of our fucking minds to do this."

"You wouldn't be saying that if we were going after the hottest guy in the world," retorts Mikey.

"Yeah, that's because he'd be going after me," I say smugly. Mikey just smiles at me.

"So," asks Ted. "How do we find Little Boy Lost?"

"Mysterious Marilyn said he'd be in Chelsea," Emmett suggests.

"You don't really believe that shit," I scoff.

"You know, Brian, sometimes you have to just put your faith in a higher power and trust that everything's gonna work out," preaches Emmett.

As soon as he's done, there's a loud bang and the Jeep starts to swerve. I fight to get it under control and then pull over to the side of the rode. We all pile out and find the problem is a blown tire.

"Fuck!" I yell.

"Mysterious Marilyn was right," states Emmett smugly.

"Hooray for her," Mikey snipes. "So now what do we do?"

"Well," sighs Emmett. "I could always display a well turned ankle." He lifts his pant leg.

"A lot of good that'll do us," comments Ted.

"Or," Emmett says, shooting Ted a look. "I could change the tire." He makes his way back to the Jeep.

"You cannot change a tire," I state emphatically.

He looks back at me. "I know you all just think of me as this nelly retail queen, but it just so happens, I make it my business to know anything," he holds up the tire iron thing. "That has to do with lug nuts." We all share a look. "Now," he continues. "Like any good magician, I'll need an assistant from the audience." Ted points to me, but Emmett turns to him. "You. The lovely brunet in the front row. Come with me." He sashays to the back of the Jeep. Ted rolls his eyes and follows.

I hold up a joint and show Mikey. He smiles as I put my arm around his shoulders and lead him a little ways away. "I only have one. For you and me." I light it up and take a hit. "Strong," I choke out. He takes a hit and starts choking as well. "Told you," I say. "Well, here we are," I add after a moment. "Brian and Mikey's excellent adventure."

He chuckles at me. "It sure isn't how I was planning on spending my evening."

"Yeah, how'd you think you'd be spending it?" I ask.

"Going with David to dinner at Lindsay and Melanie's."

"Oh," I say as I rest an arm on his shoulder. "Dinner parties. Couples. Christ, Mikey, is this the life I raised you to live? What ever happened to your sense of fun and your thirst for adventure?"

"I'm here with you, aren't I," he retorts. "Stranded on the turnpike."

"You know, that's what I'm going to miss the most," I tell him. "Times like this, when it's just you and me. But now you have the doc." I hold up the joint in front of his face. "So, how big is his dick, anyway?"

Mikey giggles. "I'm not going to tell you.

"When he cums," I continue. "Does he run into the shower?" I wrap my arms around him. "Or lay there and hold you tight, all wet and sticky?"

"He lays there and holds me," Mikey replies. "All wet and sticky."

"Well, I guess he does love you."

"I don't know. I guess."

I take another hit and release it into the chilly night air. "I'm glad you came with me."

"We've always been there for each other." He smiles.

"You more than me," I say as I look down at the ground.

"That's not true," he argues.

"Yeah it is. I know I can be shitty to you sometimes. I know that. It's only because I know you'll always love me no matter what."

He smiles and nods. "I do."

"I do too," I reply. "Always have. Always will." I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and stroke his hair. "I don't know how I would have made it without you." I bend down to kiss him on the mouth like usual, only this time I let it go a little further than usual and suddenly tongues are involved. I'm not sure why. I guess after all this talk about the doc, I need to remind him of my place in his life.

Emmett interrupts us. "All right, ladies, we're ready to roll." I roll my eyes and Mikey just smiles. "Now!" commands Emmett, who is obviously feeling butch from his manly tire changing experience.

We make our way back to the Jeep and continue to New York in search of lost Blond Boy. Or make that dead Blond Boy once I get my hands on him.

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It's morning in New York and we've been wandering around Chelsea for awhile now. Hey, full of shit or not, Mysterious Marilyn's lead is all we've got. My phone rings and I hang back from the other three when I see it's my Visa company on the line.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" I exclaim as I hang up and approach the boys.

"Good news?" asks Mikey.

"Someone's been using my credit card," I reply. At a hotel not far from here. Little shit. I raise my hand to hail a cab. "I'll meet you guys back here in an hour." I hop in the cab and head off to find Justin.

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He opens the door to the hotel room looking all safe and comfy, dressed in one of their fluffy white robes. I push past him and storm into the room. "Want to come in?" he asks around a mouthful of food. Great, I suppose he's run up a huge room service bill too.

"Why not?" I snark at him. "Since I'm paying for it." I walk around the room to see what he's been up to.

"New York's amazing," he comments. "I went clubbing last night until six in the morning. And the guys…whew…the guys…"

I cut through his bullshit. "Did you really think you were going to get away with this?"

His eyes meet mine. "I figured, sooner or later, someone would come and arrest me, but I was hoping you would find me first." He shoots me a small grin like this is some big fucking game.

"Well, congratulations," I tell him. "Now pack your shit because we're going back."

"Back?" he answers. "Back to what? My parents don't want me. Yo…you don't want me." He looks away for a second then looks back at me. "My life's a fucking mess, Brian."

And for the first time since this whole thing began, I start to feel something besides anger. "Yeah, well whose isn't?" I say, not wanting to let him wallow. "But we're going to straighten that out. First thing when we get back, we're going to find you a place to live."

"Why can't I live with you?" he practically whines.

"Because my place is only big enough for one person and that's me," I say. He looks down and I can see he's upset. "Now, listen up," I continue as I cross the room, checking out the rest of the room. "We're going back to glorious Pittsburgh. You're going back to school. You're going to turn eighteen, and you're going to pay back every cent you charged on my credit card."

"By the way," he admits. "I didn't go out clubbing. I didn't even leave the room."

"Well, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"You look like shit," he says. That's because I've been driving all night looking for your ass, you little fucker. "You should go take a shower." He points to the bathroom.

"Yeah, I probably should," I answer as I raise my arm up to smell my pit. "I must stink."

"Yeah," he practically whispers. "You look like you've had a rough night." Then the little fucker opens his robe and lets it slide off his shoulders. He's standing there, buck naked. "Need help?" he asks softly as he moves his hands to the buttons of my shirt.

He unbuttons my shirt and then lifts my wifebeater over my head. He comes in close and I almost kiss him, but then he drops suddenly and starts to undo my jeans. He pushes my jeans down my legs and then begins to kiss my pelvis. Christ, I almost forgot how hot the little shit is. I can't believe I'm letting him do this, but there's no fucking way I'm stopping him. He licks his way back up my torso and then my neck. Our mouths meet hotly for a moment and then I cradle the back of his head in my hands and push him back onto the bed.

He sits back up and is back at my torso, tonguing and nipping at my nipples. Finally, when I can't take it anymore, I push him back down again and lay myself over him, pinning his arms to the bed above his head. I mount my own attack on his neck with my lips and finally, I move up to his mouth where we share another searing kiss.

I don't think I've ever felt a need to have someone like this before. It's clouding my brain and all I can do is kiss down his body and take him into my mouth. I want to punish him for making me chase him, I want to punish him for stealing from me, but mostly I want to punish him for making me give a shit.

I tease his cock until he is writhing on the bed and it's all I can do not to come just from the sounds of his moans. My need to take him hits me all at once and I get the condom on and push inside him before I even realize what I'm doing.

He's practically bent in half as I pound into him again and again. He is right there with me, meeting me thrust for thrust, grabbing my thigh to pull me in closer and threading his hands through the hair at the nape of my neck to pull my lips down to meet his own. As much as my cock wants to feel the velvet tightness of his hole, my mouth wants to feel the warmth of his and I seek it out, kissing him again and again, as if I need his breath for my very life. I violently push down any thoughts I have of analyzing this sudden rush of lesbianic feelings I'm having and just enjoy the heat of the moment.

We continue our frantic rhythm until both of us are shooting our loads almost at the same time. I collapse down onto him, trying to catch my breath. "Fuck, that was hot," I whisper to him.

"Yeah," he answers with a small smile.

I push myself up on my arms and look down into his face. "We need to get cleaned up and go. The guys are waiting for us."

"The guys?" he asks, as we both stand up and move toward the bathroom.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Ted, Emmett and Mikey all came along to help find your cute little ass," I say as I smack said body part.

"Hey!" he shouts as he tries to adjust the water temperature of the shower. He grins at me, and steps under the spray. Let's just say that we make the guys wait for a bit longer than an hour before we finally meet them.

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It's much later in the day and we've been on the road back home for a few hours. We make yet another pit stop, so Emmett can pee again and Justin can eat again. While everyone's busy, I move stealthily away from the Jeep and privately place a phone call to Deb.

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Justin

"What do you mean, he's staying here?" Michael gripes to Debbie.

We're sitting in her kitchen having just gotten back from New York. "I talked to his mom," says Deb as she leans across me to give Michael a cup of coffee. "She's all for it."

"Well, I'm not," grouses Michael.

"Well, what do you care?" she asks him. "You're moving in with David."

"It's my room! It's still got some of my things in it." Oh my God! Could he be more retarded? Like I give a shit about his stupid crap.

"Well, maybe you'd like to move some of your things out," says Deb, like she's bargaining with a five year old. "Sunshine's gonna need the closet space."

I smile over at Michael and Brian starts to laugh from his spot over by the sink. "This is all your fault," Michael accuses him.

"Wait a minute," argues Deb. "Brian finally did something right."

Brian comes over to the table. "Why, Deb, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." He bends down and kisses her on the cheek.

She smiles at him. "Don't press your luck."

"Don't worry," I smile sweetly at Michael. "I promise I'll take care of it." Oh, yeah, this is going to be fun. Now I'll have all sorts of new and improved ways to torture Brian's best friend.

"You'd better!" he retorts. "Because I'm going to be doing unscheduled checks. If anything's missing…or damaged…" he doesn't finish and Brian cracks up from behind us.

"Why don't you two boys run along," Deb says to Michael and Brian. "And let me explain the rules of the house to the newest member of our family." She smiles at me.

Oh fuck. I wonder how long I'll last this time. Well, I thought I was going to be happy here. "More rules?" I ask.

She nods her head and Brian and Michael take off. "Starting with, no bringing tricks home after midnight…"

I raise my eyebrows. I can live with that. Maybe this will work out after all.