Kevin and Chris

Kevin and Chris: Chapters 45.5-48

Usual disclaimer's apply. Author's note at the bottom. MAXIMIZE YOUR WINDOW!! I DIDN'T MAKE IT ALL NICE AND PRETTY THIS TIME, I'M SORRY...

Chapter 45.5 (yeah, it was short last time)

Chris sat, eyes closed, legs crossed, trying to concentrate on his breathing. Hard to do it when you had eyes burning into your back. He could feel Kevin staring at him through the clear glass. Chris opened his eyes, and looked at the mirror in front of him. He adjusted his position, imitating the instructor at the front of the class. He could see Kevin through the mirror. He was sweaty and hot. Chris had to look away. God, Kevin looked damn sexy. Sweaty and hot just like after sex. Chris closed his eyes again, after sex Kevin was the best. Perfectly relaxed, mellow, without a care in the world, after sex Kevin was definitely Chris' favorite.

"How was class?" Kevin asked, throwing his towel on his shoulder.

"You tell me, you watched the entire thing." Chris said.

Kevin chuckled a little, blushing lightly, "Let's get home, I probably reek and look like shit."

"You couldn't look like shit even if you tried." Chris said.

Kevin rolled his eyes, "Sometimes, you're just too sweet."

Back at home; Kevin went up stairs to shower. Chris stayed downstairs and started the laundry. He dumped their clothes in the machine, smiling when he came to his favorite sweater, the simple black one that was Kevin's. Chris wore that thing so many times, and even though it was old, it didn't matter. He shrunk it a little in the dryer once, but that was only so he could keep it. That was a long time ago, when he had doubts about him and Kev, but he laughed at himself for even doing something as dumb as that. He smelled the sweater, and it smelled like Kevin, so did the sheets, and some of his clothes were even starting to smell like Kevin. That strong scent that always made him feel safe, feel comfortable, and feel loved. He closed the machine when he heard Kevin yelling for him from upstairs.

Chris stepped into the bathroom. He could see Kevin's body through the clear glass doors, the water running down his chest, flowing down every muscle, beading on his soft tan skin. "Baby, could you get another bar of soap?" Kevin asked, his eyes closed as he rinsed his hair. Chris got the soap, and slid the door open a little, enough to get the soap through to Kevin. Kevin grabbed it, and put it on the shelf built into the shower wall. Kevin grabbed Chris' hands, and saw the look of surprise on Chris' face as Kevin opened the door and pulled him inside the shower.

"Kevin, you said you wouldn't do that again!" Chris yelled, trying to get out.

"What's the point of leaving now?" Kevin said, pulling Chris' tee shirt off. Chris let out an annoyed grunt. "At least you're not wearing shoes this time. Come on baby, we should save water."

Chris pulled off his pants and boxers together, and placed them on the mat outside the shower stall. Kevin pulled Chris over to him, their bodies pressing together, their lips meeting under the stream of water. Chris felt Kevin's hands slide down his back, resting just before his ass, their favorite place to be. Kevin's tongue slid into Chris' mouth as Chris' hands ran over Kevin's hard abs. The hot water ran down their bodies, as they grew closer to one another. Chris felt Kevin's hard breath on his neck as Kevin sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin. Chris let out a loud groan, which was quickly stifled by Kevin's mouth. Chris' hands went south as Kevin deepened the kiss. Kevin's hot cock throbbed in Chris' hand, the thick shaft pulsing as Chris' ran his hands up and down the length. He could feel the slick pre cum coming out of the tip, rinsed away by the hot water.

Chris watched as Kevin looked towards the sky and let out a loud groan. The water slicking back his hair. Chris' lips found Kevin's neck it was his turn to nibble now. Moving lower, Chris' tongue ran over Kevin's nipple, eliciting another loud groan as Kevin watched Chris work his magic. Chris knew every sensitive spot, every spot that gave Kevin a jolt and he was using it all to his advantage. Kevin watched Chris' mouth take his cock in. The tip spitting out pre cum as Chris' tongue ran circles over it. Kevin leaned up against the shower wall, the cold tile contrasting with the heat flowing throughout his body. Kevin watched as Chris went down on his cock, each movement sent chills up and down his spine, spreading through every fiber of his being. He felt a hand go up and play with his balls, and then the tongue that was on his cock went down to join those fingers.

Chris sucked on Kevin's balls as his hands went up to jack the thick shaft. He could feel Kevin's deep breathing, becoming ragged. He felt Kevin's hands on his head, not quite forcing him, but urging him. Chris gave in, and started back upwards, his tongue running up the underside of Kevin's dick, more groans coming from Kevin as he came closer to the head. Chris took the head in his mouth again, and then took it deeper into his mouth, feeling the thickness go down into his throat. His tongue ran over the hot flesh, he could feel it growing in his mouth, and then he felt Kevin grab his head, and heard Kevin groan. He felt the throb, and could feel the hot liquid spew down his throat. He slid up, tasting the cum on his tongue, and sucking lightly to get the last of it out. Kevin pet his hair, sliding it back and then kissing him hard on the lips.

"Baby, that was...ooh that was good." Kevin whispered. Kevin lifted Chris from his knees, and held him tight against his body. Kevin looked deep into his eyes, "You want to do anything else?"

"Kev, please..." Chris said, his hand running desperately on Kevin's body. Kevin lifted him up, and Chris felt the blunt head of Kevin's cock at his hole. Chris tried to relax as Kevin pushed inside of him, the tears being washed away by the shower. Kevin's eyes were closed as his cock sunk into Chris' tight hole. Chris buried his head in Kevin's neck as he felt the last of Kevin's cock sink in, pressing against his prostate. He couldn't hold in his groans as Kevin held his cock inside on him. He felt stretched and full, with that big cock in his ass. Kevin lifted his head, and their eyes met. "You okay, baby?" He asked. Chris nodded, panting hard against Kevin's chest.

Kevin started the thrusting, watching as Chris' face scrunched with each movement. Each thrust made Chris groan or grunt or hiss with pleasure. Chris felt jolts throughout his body as Kevin's cock slid in and out of his ass, hitting the spot over and over. Chris tilted his head back, before Kevin grabbed the back of his head and their lips met again, Kevin's tongue going in and out of his mouth like his cock in his ass. Chris felt Kevin speed up. Kevin did his best to stay in this position, but fatigue was getting the better of him. He slipped out of Chris, and turned him around, Chris leaning against the wall, and started his thrusting again. Chris felt Kevin go deep, causing more moans to escape him. Kevin's lips played on Chris' neck as his cock rammed deeper inside his body. Chris felt Kevin's hand on his cock, and he nearly black out again. Kevin jacked his cock as he fucked his ass, sending waves of pleasure over Chris' body. Chris felt his body numb as the cum shot out of his cock, splattering on the shower wall. Kevin kept thrusting as Chris' ass clamped down on his cock, the tight hole becoming even tighter. Kevin felt the feeling again as he thrust a few more times. He shoved his last stroke in hard, and felt his release shake his body. Chris felt the cum inside his body, the familiar feeling of warmth in his ass. Chris head hung loose, the feelings in his body slowly fading. He was coming down from his high, and Kevin was too. Their bodies heaved as they tried to collect themselves.

"Kev," Chris said, his voice airy and thin. "I love you so much." Their lips met again, this time, soft and tender, not needy or heated. The water ran over their bodies, soothing their muscles and cooling their bodies. Chris leaned against Kevin's body, feeling totally relaxed and mellow. He was without a care in the world.

Kevin sat at the keyboard, the sunlight streaming into the room as the jotted down the notes. His pencil returned to his ear, and he tried another melody. He shook his head as the sour notes came out.

"It should be B flat." He heard Chris say from the door. He quickly wrote it in, and looked over at Chris. "Why are you up so early?"

"Zen had to go...he needed to go outside." Kevin said, his hands running through his hair. "I had to finish this song."

"Can I see?" Chris asked.

"It's not done yet." Kevin said, "You can see it when I'm done."

"Promise?" Chris asked, stepping closer, to sneak a peek.

"Have I ever let you down before?" Kevin said, folding up the paper and standing up. He moved closer to Chris, their foreheads touching, Chris' hands on his shoulders and his hands on Chris' back, it was comfortable, and it was comforting to be able to look into each other's eyes, and just to be close to each other.

Chris shook his head, "Never."

Kevin smiled. He didn't know if it was true or not, but it felt so good to hear. "Hungry?"

"I have to take Zen out for a walk." Chris said. "So you sit here, and I'll pick something up while we're out."

"Sounds good to me." Kevin said, kissing Chris on the forehead.

Chapter 46

Kevin ran his fingers through his hair. He was having a major case of writers block, and no matter what he did, the song just didn't sound right. He decided to take a break, he'd been working on the bridge for almost an hour now, and Chris would be back any minute now. Kevin stepped into the living room, and sat down. The house seemed to quiet, he was completely alone. Even Quincy was outside somewhere. Kevin stood back up. The quiet was awkward to him; Kevin needed something to occupy his time. He started to rearrange the pillows on the couch. He stood up and fixed the magazines on the coffee table. He walked over to the bookshelves that lined one wall of the living room. They were filled with picture frames. Hardly any books sat on the shelves, instead, there were pictures of him and Chris. Kevin smiled as he picked up some of the pictures, moving them to different spots on the shelves.

Kevin stopped; one picture of catching is attention. He looked at it closely, it was a black and white picture of him and Chris lying on the sofa asleep. Chris' head lay on Kevin's chest, and both of them looked so calm, and so content. Kevin put it back, and got another one. Kevin remembered this one, it was Christmas time, and the two of them were at the mall. Chris wanted to take a picture with Santa Clause so bad. He pulled Kevin into the long line of little kids, and this picture meant so much to Chris. It was their first Christmas together. Chris looked so happy, his smile lit up Kevin's heart. Kevin gave the shelf a final glance, every picture held a special memory for him. There were so many, and Chris and him were always adding new ones.

There was one frame in particular, a silver one, on the top shelf. It was a gift to them, from Holly, and it still was incomplete. The frame was divided into four sections, and one was still empty. The note on the back read, "you'll know what picture to put in here when you finally take it, but until you're sure, leave it empty as a reminder of things to come." Kevin put it back as he heard the doorbell ring. "Thank God." Kevin thought, the solitude was getting to him.

"Kev, I forgot my key!" He heard from the other side. Just as he got to the door, Zen ran through the doggie door, almost tripping him. Instantly, Zen jumped up, licking Kevin's face happily. He was getting so big; Kevin remembered the pictures of him as a puppy, when he and Chris could still carry him in their arms. Not anymore, though. Nobody thought that he'd get this big.

"Stop it, mutt." Kevin said, scratching Zen's neck. "Be a good dog." Zen wagged his tail happily as he walked into the kitchen. Kevin could hear the familiar "slurp slurp" of Zen drinking from his bowl.

"Are you gonna let me in yet?" Chris asked. "Or do I have to go through there too?" Kevin opened the door, and Chris handed him a bag. "I'd kiss you, but I think Zen got you first." Chris laughed. "I got you McDonalds. Did you finish the song?"

"No." Kevin said. "I still got some work to do in the middle, I can finish it some other time."

Chris nodded as he got the mail. "I want to hear it when you're done." He said, sorting the bills, letters, and junk mail. "Ooh, I got a new one from Katie." Chris dropped everything else on the table and opened it. "She sent a picture of the three of us at the recital. We'll have to get another frame."

"You didn't get any work done today." Chris said as he watched the movie. He and Kevin stayed in tonight, and they were lying on the couch together, watching an old movie together.

"I'll finish it some other time. We don't really need it right now anyway." Kevin said, his finger running through Chris' newly dyed hair. "I don't think your mom's going to like it."

"She can't do anything about it." Chris said, "Plus, we're not seeing her for another couple weeks, so it won't matter."

"How is she?" Kevin asked.

"She's coming home. She told me that the doctors tried to get my grandma to take her medicine and get surgery, but she was stubborn and wouldn't do it. She said it was her time to go or something like that. She's not gone yet though, but it's mom's job to make these last days the best days of her life, I guess."

"You never met her?"

"Once when I was really really little. I don't think she even knows what I look like. She didn't want to come over to the states. Her roots were over in China, and she was happy there. My mom called her a lot."

Kevin sighed. Death was never a good thing, and even worse when it was a family member. "You're taking it really well."

"I didn't even know her." Chris sighed. "There were times that I forgot I even had a grandmother."

"That's sad."

"Yeah, I guess, but I couldn't do anything about it." Kevin made a little sigh of agreement and wrapped his arms around Chris.

"So there's not going to be a funeral." Kevin guessed. "Your family has something against them."

"I've never even been to one, that's how bad my family feels about them." Chris said. Zen trotted into the room, and sat down on the carpet in front of the couch. "He's so big."

"He's got an appointment tomorrow." Kevin said. "The vet called to remind us earlier. Do you want to take him, or are we both going?"

"Aren't you busy?" Chris asked. "Stay home and work on your song."

"It won't take long. Don't worry about it." Kevin said, "It's my job to worry about it."

"Fine, have it your way. I'm going to go take a shower." Chris said as he walked upstairs. Kevin knew that it was Chris' subtle hint to get working. Kevin heard the water start to, and he reluctantly walked up to the bedroom to get his things.

Kevin waked into the bedroom, his things were on top of the dresser. He sat on the bed, reading over the lyrics. 'Damn.' Was all he could say about them. They were stupid, he knew it, and he should just start all over. He rolled up the page and tossed it in the trashcan. He pulled out Chris' journal again. This would give him some ideas. Chris always had some little blurbs that gave him ideas. He flipped through to the newest pages, knowing that it'd be at least fifteen more minutes until Chris got out of the shower. He saw the poems that Chris wrote towards the end of the book and flipped right to them. He glanced at a few, he'd already read most of them. He noticed a new one, and read it carefully.

I know that he loves me

'Cause he told me so

I know that he loves me

Cause his feelings show

And he lives for me, I know he cares for me

I know we're so deep in love

I know that he loves me

Cause it's obvious

I know that he loves me

Cause it's me he trusts

And he's missing me if he's not kissing me

And when he looks at me, his eyes tell it all

'How the hell did he come up with this all this stuff,' Kevin thought. If anything, Kevin was just having a major case of writer's block. This was some material that Kevin could work with. He'd change it a little bit and add some more verses and it'd be great. He'd give Chris the writing credits and surprise him. It was almost too good to be true.

"He's perfectly healthy." The doctor said, checking the folder one last time. "Come back if there are any problems, I'm sure he wants to go home."

"Yeah, he saw the park across the street and was practically pulled me over there." Chris laughed. "So we'll be heading out there."

"Make sure you check him for ticks after going into any grassy areas." The vet gave one last tip. Chris put his sunglasses before walking out into the bright sun. He walked across the street and led a happy Zen into the park.

"Dammit!" Chris said as someone bumped into him. They both fell down to the hard concrete as Zen barked loudly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"No, it's alright." The man said.

"Sorry about it. Are you okay?" Chris asked, putting his sunglasses on his head to get a better look at the guy.

"I'm fine." He said, dusting himself off. Chris did the same to himself, and the man offered his hand. Surprised, Chris shook it. "I'm Jay...um...here's my card."

Chris took it, and glanced at it quickly. "Why did you give me this?"

"Do you have a job?" He asked.

"Yes, I do, and I'm happy with it." Chris said. "I don't need to be a..." Chris glanced at the card. "...model."

"I think you'd be great, though, and if you ever need the money or the celebrity, call me." Jay said.

Chris thanked him, and continued on his walk. What was the guy thinking? Chris knew what celebrity was like, and he didn't want anything to do with it. He wasn't even a celebrity and he knew what it was like. He didn't need it. Chris didn't give it another thought, and continued with Zen around the park.

Chapter 47

Kevin and the rest of the guys gave their bows, the last show of the last leg of the tour was over, and they were grateful. Kevin walked offstage with the rest of the guys. "That was great." Chris said, kissing Kevin softly. "Better than the last thirty or so that I've seen." Kevin smiled. Through the tours, the nights on the bus, and the unfamiliar hotel room, Chris was the only thing he could count on being the same.

It'd been one album, one tour, one year since the writer's block, and Kevin just worked with the other boys to get a song down, he didn't use Chris' poem yet. He'd written the music and more lyrics, but he nobody had seen or heard it but him, and life was going smooth. He and Chris would be home this time tomorrow, and he'd take it easy for a few months. They walked towards the buy together, saying goodbye to all the fans, the grueling tour schedule, and the stress. Chris and Kevin held hands as they boarded the bus, on it's way to the airport.

"Stop it Kev, I have to study!!" Chris said, tossing a pillow at Kevin.

"Take a break, you've been at it for hours."

"I have two finals tomorrow. I don't think a break is what I need."

"Last two, right?"

"Yup, French and math."

"Why did I tell you to go back to college?"

"You're stupid, and I had too much time on my hands."

"Come on...French and math are your easy classes..." Kevin said, lightly kissing Chris' neck. His hand ran up Chris' back, "Say something in French for me..." Kevin whispered.

"Et toi, arrete de m'embeter..." Chris said softly, his hand running over Kevin's jaw.

"Sexy...what did that mean?"

"Stop bothering me!" Chris laughed, pushing Kevin away lightly. "Give me one hour. Just one more, and I promise I'll do whatever you want."

"Promise?"

"Oui."

Kevin smiled, "One hour. I'll be as quiet as a mouse." He said as he stepped out of the room. "You won't even know I'm home." Kevin shut the door, and Chris was alone.

Chris sighed. It was too quiet. When Kevin was in the room, Chris heard the breathing, felt the warmth of Kevin behind him. Damn it, he wanted Kevin back, why the hell did he wake up from his nap anyway? Chris tried his best to study. What did Kevin have in mind in an hour? This was going to be one long hour.

Chris glanced at the clock. It had only been half an hour. Maybe a break would do some good. Chris closed his French book started downstairs. "Hey boy." Chris said, petting Zen lightly. Zen stretched and yawned, bringing a smile to Chris. Happily, Zen followed Chris into the kitchen. Chris grabbed a bottle of water and twisted off the cap.

"Finished?" Kevin asked. Chris turned around, shaking his head and sighing. Kevin leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Hang in there, baby." Kevin took a swig of Chris' water.

"Where are we going?" Chris asked.

"I'm not telling you. You hurry up and finish, and I'll tell you when we're done." Kevin gave Chris one last kiss before he headed back into the living room.

Half an hour later, Chris poked his head out of the bedroom, looking for Kevin. Chris was bored, tired, and worn out. Nothing more was going to get into his head. He could hear the TV downstairs, and figured Kevin was watching it. He went back to the bed to straighten up his things before heading downstairs.

Kevin flipped off the TV. It was almost and hour and half since Chris came downstairs. That would make it two hours of studying. Kevin made up his mind to interrupt. After all, all work and no play made for dull boys, right? Kevin opened the door slowly, and peeked inside.

Chris was asleep. His books and a few highlighters were on the bed still, and he was lying there, sound asleep. Kevin walked over to the bed and grabbed the things off the bed, setting them on the night table. He walked around to the other side, his side of the bed. No matter what, Chris always slept on the left side, closest to the windows, Kevin didn't understand, but he never brought it up. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, and wrapped Chris up. Suddenly, Chris jerked up, "I'm awake!" He said loudly. HE looked around the room erratically for a few seconds before looking down at Kevin. "Kev?! Omigosh, what time is it?! I'm so sorry!" Chris said. "I'm so so sorry."

"Shhhhh." Kevin said, his finger moving up to Chris' lips.

"I hope you didn't plan anything special." Chris said, lying back down, facing Kevin.

"This is special enough for me, just you and me here right now." Kevin whispered. Chris smiled and rested his head on Kevin's chest. Kevin's fingers raked through his hair as Chris fell asleep again.

Justin pulled up to the house. The lights were on downstairs and upstairs, so he figured to that they were apart. That made it easier, but he didn't have any excuse to why he was here. He couldn't very well say, "Oh yeah, Kev, I'm here to seduce you now." It was dark out already, and as he stepped out of the car, he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He stepped onto the porch, but the curtains blocked his view when he tried to peek into the windows. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door. He stopped himself before his hand hit the door. His body shook with uncertainty, and his hand fell to the doorknob. It turned, and the door slowly swung open. Apparently, not everyone locked their doors at night. Justin didn't know what to do. He stood there, holding his breath. Nothing like this was supposed to happen. He shut the door, not having any better plans, and stepped into the living room. His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth, when he saw Chris on the sofa.

'Thank God he's asleep' Justin thought as he tried to regain his composure. He could hear the shower upstairs, but he couldn't get his eyes off of Chris, a thin fleece blanket was barely covering anything that shouldn't be seen, but it left Chris' back and most of his legs exposed to Justin. Justin's body took over, and he stepped towards the sleeping figure, his hand reaching out to touch the scars that crisscrossed his back. He could feel the tight muscles underneath the skin, and jumped back when Chris turned over.

"...Kev?" Chris mumbled, turning over on the couch. Justin knew he should get out of the house. He shouldn't be staring at Chris, the chest and six-pack leading down to the blanket. Justin turned his head away. He was leaving now, he realized that his plan wasn't going to work, and he'd give up his quest for Kevin. He turned around, and froze. Fate was a bitch.

Chapter 48

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kevin said. It was only a little louder than normal speech, but enough to make Justin's bones shake. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to die right there. Justin heard something behind him and turned around just in time to see Chris' eyes grow wide, reaching for the blanket to make sure everything was covered.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. What's going on...Kev..." Chris mumbled. "Justin, how did you get in here?"

"The door was unlocked, I didn't know you were...you know, naked...in here, I didn't mean to stare, or anything or touch or or or..." Justin uttered.

Kevin was facing him now, fire in his eyes. "Justin get out. Get out."

Justin's world was spinning, Chris was naked, Kevin was glaring at him, his eyes saying everything. It was all too much to handle, and he couldn't handle it.

Chris and Kevin watched with mixed emotions as Justin Timberlake, the fantasy of every other person in the world, just collapsed, his lifeless body on their living room floor. "Chris, put some clothes on please." Kevin said. "I'm gonna get some ice for him, something's crazy here."

Without a word, Chris started upstairs. Kevin grabbed his arm, "Did he do anything to you?" He asked. Chris shook his head, and Kevin gave him a quick hug, "I don't know what's going on here, but we're gonna figure something out." Kevin gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before he headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, Kevin stepped slowly into the bedroom. He saw Chris, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing pajama bottoms and holding a tank top in his hands.

"Baby, are you okay?" Kevin whispered, taking the shirt in his own hands and pulling it onto Chris. Chris sat there, limp and distant.

"I feel all weird inside, like Justin did something. I feel...I don't know, but it's not right. I don't like it." Chris said, his voice faltering. Kevin sat down on the bed, and held him close. Chris felt Kevin's strong arms on him, and it felt right, not weird at all. It was the touch he was used to. Kevin's familiar hands on his body didn't make him feel violated, they made him feel safe. "Is he still downstairs?" Chris asked.

Kevin nodded, "He can't drive home like that, and if we drop him off, he'll come back for his car. I won't let him get to you; he's not going to do anything to you. I promise."

Justin woke up with a heavy feeling inside. He didn't know how to deal with his situation, and things weren't going to get better. He had a feeling. Just then, Kevin walked downstairs, in some boxers and a tight white tee-shirt, which wasn't going to help Justin at all. He sat on the couch, avoiding Kevin's glare as he walked closer.

"What the hell were you doing here last night?" Kevin asked, his voice cold and harsh as stone. Justin didn't know what to say, his silence didn't improve the ordeal. "I don't want you coming here again, Justin. I know you and Chris are friends, good friends, but I don't think that I'd be out of line if I asked you not to hang out with him anymore."

"I don't want him." Justin whispered. "I wanted something else."

Kevin waited. He was tired, spooked, and confused. He figured that Justin was probably the same way. "Just don't do anything that'll hurt him again Justin. You were touching him, and he feels violated now. He usually doesn't fall asleep on the couch like that, and he usually doesn't get groped in his sleep."

"I didn't grope him." Justin said, suddenly understanding the gravity of the situation. "Why was he naked."

"It's none of your business Justin." Kevin said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Were you two fucking?" He asked.

"Justin! What the hell? Why are you acting this way?"

"I can be better to you than him." Justin said, standing up.

"Justin, just go home. You're not yourself."

"Kevin, I didn't come here for him. He distracted me. I came here for you. I love you. You, not Chris. I want you." Justin said, stepping closer to Kevin.

Kevin stood his ground. "You must be one confident psycho, what makes you think I'll just drop Chris for you?"

Justin ran his hand down Kevin's chest, and Kevin grabbed his wrist. Justin grabbed Kevin's hand with his own, and ran it down his own chest. Kevin pulled away. "Nicer than Chris? Why would you have him when you could have this?" Justin said, stepping closer to Kevin.

"I don't want anything to do with you Justin. You're one pompous asshole, get out of here." Justin leaned forward and planted a kiss on Kevin's lips. It was his moment of glory, if this wasn't getting him Kevin, nothing was. Girls always told him he was a good kisser, one hundred percent satisfaction. He didn't expect Kevin's hands to push him down hard, knocking the wind out of him. Justin could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces, his eyes staring up at Kevin unbelievingly. Kevin shook his head. "Get out of here now!" Kevin said, practically screaming.

Justin's felt his eyes tear, the shock still trying to settle. What the hell was wrong? He was the one with the killer body, the fame, the fortune. Why would anyone choose a nobody like Chris over him? Kevin was going to be his, one way or another. He saw Kevin's lips forming more words, but he got up, and rushed out of the house. When he reached the front door, he saw a picture of the couple. A black and white one in a pretty silver frame. They were at Disneyland or Disney World, with Mickey Mouse. Justin shook his head, and knocked it to the floor, shattering the glass like Kevin had shattered his heart.

To be continued...

*****Author's note: ok, I'm sorry should be the first thing I say, cause it's been like forever and a day since I posted. Most of you probably forgot about me, and if anyone is reading this, I'd be surprised. Seriously. Anyways, Thanks for reading my sucky little story. I'm really really going to try to get the next part out faster. I don't know what's ahead though, and I usually have some sort of plan. So if anyone has a suggestion, email me (piscesh2007@hotmail.com) and I'd love the attention and the thought. Thanks again, CL.