People Change with Time Chapter 2
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Justin stood up and ran out the door following me. He reached the door just in time to see me helped into a Cadillac and driven off. JC and the rest of the guys followed Justin.
"Oh my god," Justin said looking back at the dead bodies in the corner.
"Guys, let's get out of here," Chris said to his friends.
"Yeah, let's split before the cops show up," Joey agreed.
"We can't, we have to stay here." Lance said, "we're witnesses"
"Let's go," Justin said starting to walk away from the restaurant.
"He's right, it wouldn't look good, us being here. The media would have a field day." JC said starting to catch up with Justin. The five on them walked for a few blocks and then hailed a cab and went back to their hotel. The guys went straight to their rooms and went to sleep, all except Justin. He lay on his bed in his boxers thinking about what had happened that night. About the kiss, what it meant, about the shooting and about me. He could figure out how a person who saved him in the alley, took him to his house and let him get cleaned up, and even tended to his wounds could be a murderer. Justin had never been kissed by another man, he never even thought about the idea. He always went out with girls and that was it. Justin didn't mind going out with girls, but when Justin was kissed it completely opened his mind to all new possibilities. He just laid their trying to sort through it all. Justin finally gave up and went to bed.
Justin woke up early the next morning and started to get cleaned up. While Justin was in the shower, everything came back to him. He though about how he woke up on my couch and took notice of my body. How handsome I looked, how he could tell I had a sexy physique. Justin thought about what it would be like to see me without a shirt and thought about my sexy body. Justin, with out knowing, started to stroke his growing cock. He tilled his head back slightly, closed his eye and opened his mouth just a crack. Justin started to stroke hard and faster until he let his mouth fall open and clamped his eyes shut as he shot his wad onto the shower wall. Justin opened his eyes in amazement he dropped his now soft dick and stepped under the shower and washed himself off. He felt dirty, unwashable, 'what have I just done?' he would ask himself over and over again. His climbed out of the shower and dried off. Justin was really confused by now. He finished drying off and got dressed to meet the guys in JC's room.
"Hey Justin, look at this," Lance said as Justin entered JC's room. He walked over to the guys watching the TV. The reporter was recounting the events of last night's shootout at a little restaurant. He talked about how one man walked up to the table were a known crime boss body guards were sitting and killed all of then, but not before one of them shot him four times. He recounted how the police suspected him to be dead, but would look for him to be on the safe side. When Justin heard the reporter say I was suspected dead, a gasp escaped his lips. When the reporter finished his story, JC turned off the TV.
"Nice friend you got Justin," Joey said looking at Justin.
"I didn't know he was a killer," Justin said in self-defense.
"In any event, we don't have to worry about it, like the guy said. He's probably dead." Lance said to the group.
"Don't say that!" Justin yelled at Lance.
"What?" Lance asked in confusion.
"Don't say he's dead, what the fucks a matter with you," Justin continued to yell.
"Justin, calm down. I realize you knew him, but you gotta face facts that if a person his shot four time in the chest he isn't gonna live." JC said to Justin trying to get him to clam down. "He gotta go to a photo shoot this morning, so let's get going. Then if you want, we can swing by his house and check. Alright."
"Ok, but I am not sure where he lives. I think I know, but I'm not sure." Justin said thinking of the way the cab brought him to the hotel. The guys went to the photo shot and did their thing. After they had lunch, the guys decided to try and find my house, to see if I was ok. Joey, Chris and Lance were convinced that they were wasting time, but Justin had to know for sure.
They drove along the road that was along the beach until Justin would say to stop and look at a house. He would run up to the porch and knock, hoping I would answer. Time after time he was disappointed when I didn't answer. Finally, they came upon my house.
"Stop, right here this is it," Justin said as JC stopped the car.
"That's what you've been saying all afternoon." Lance said sitting in the back seat.
"C'mon JC, I am sure of this one." Justin said climbing out of the passenger seat
"Alright, let's go." JC said putting the car in park and climbing out as well. They walked up to the house and stood on the porch. Justin stared at the door.
"Go on Justin, knock on the door," JC said putting his hand on Justin's shoulder. Justin walked up to the door and knock, no answer. He knocked repeatedly but never got an answer. Justin turned around, broken hearted.
"He's dead, I should've known." Justin said almost ready to cry. He let his head hang done, not wanting to look anywhere but the ground. He started to walk back to the car, but when he was about to pass JC, JC stopped him.
"Justin, do you hear music," JC asked.
"It's probably coming from somewhere else." Justin said sadly.
"No, it's coming from this house." JC retorted.
"It isn't classical, that's what he listens to." Justin remarked.
"How do you know that is all he listens to? Come on, we're gonna go around back." JC said motioning for the guys to come with them. The guys followed JC as he walked around the house to the porch I had facing the ocean. I had the glass sliding door open and the screen shut, so JC opened the screen and walked inside. The music was coming from the door that led to my basement.
"You guys look around and I will check the basement." JC said opening the basement door.
I was downstairs working out in my small home gym, listening to AC DC when I heard someone coming down my basement steps. I grabbed the gun I had sitting on my dryer and hide under the steps in the darkness. I saw someone walk over to the CD player I had playing and shut it off. I walked out from the shadows under the steps and hit him over the back of the head, knocking him out. I dragged him to the middle of the room and then heard some else coming down the stairs. He saw his friend and ran next to him to help him. As he knelt down to check on his friend, I cold cocked him too. I now had two strangers lying on my basement floor. Just then two more came down.
"Holy shit. JC, Lance, you guys ok?" Joey asked running to the aide of their friends.
"Don't move," I said from under the stairs. Joey and Chris put their hands up and stood absolutely still. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?"
Neither of them said a word.
"Hurry up, before I decide to shot ya with out knowing." I said waiting for one of them to speak.
"What are you guys doing down there?" Justin yelled form the top of the stairs.
"You tell him to get down here, before I shoot ya. You tell him other wise and all four of you are dead." I whispered.
"Nothing Justin, come on down," Joey said. I could see how much Joey hated saying that to lour Justin down to the basement, but it wasn't like he had a lot of options. Justin walked down the steps and stopped in his tracks. He saw JC and Lance lying on the floor and Joey and Chris standing at gunpoint. Then he noticed that I was the one holding the gun. When I saw him, I took the gun off Joey and Chris.
"What are you doing here?" I asked walking over and setting my revolver on the dryer.
"Looking for you, what happened here?" Justin asked walking over to JC and Lance.
"Your friends decided to come into my basement and not look around for trouble." I said drinking a bottle of water I had set aside. I grabbed a bucket from underneath a sink I had in the basement and filled the bucket with water. I walked over to the two lying on the floor and dumped the water on the heads trying to revive them. They stood up drenched in water.
"Thanks for the welcome," JC said half-pissed off.
"You're welcome." I said sitting on my lifting bench.
"So Justin, what is it you want?" I asked looking at him.
"I wanted to make sure you were all right. I saw you get shot last night," Justin said walking up to me and pointing at my bare chest. "Where are the wounds from the bullets?"
"Justin, I was wearing a vest that when you shoot in, it looks like I am bleeding," I replied.
"Why not wear a regular vest," Justin asked.
"No fun that way," I replied again. "So is there anything else I can help you with?"
"How about some pain killer," Lance asked rubbing the back of his head.
"Sure, upstairs." I said walking over to pick up my revolver and started up stairs. JC and the guys looked over at Justin as to say 'what the hell is going on'. They all walked upstairs and sat down on my couch and love seat. I gave JC and Lance each some painkiller and a glass of water to wash it down. I walked over and in my chair in the corner.
"So, how did you find my house. Did you remember the way the cab took you to your hotel." I asked.
"No, we drove all over all afternoon." JC replied grabbing the back of his head. I got up and started to walk to the kitchen.
"Why not just look at my address on the card o gave you Justin?" I asked walking into the kitchen.
"I gave it to the cab driver," he replied.
"Not that one, the one in your wallet." I answered.
"I don't have your card in my wallet." Justin protested.
"Look," I said walking out and handing JC and Lance each icepacks to put on their heads. They both excepted them gratefully. Justin dug out his wallet and started to go through it. Sure enough, my card was in his wallet. When he found it, he got death stares from the rest of the guys. "Anyway, introduce me to your friends."
I pointed to JC and said his name. Then I pointed to Lance and said his name. I did this To Joey and Chris as well. None of the guys could believe this.
"How did you know?" Joey asked.
"I like to keep myself informed of who I am dealing with." I replied.
"Jason, what was with those guys last night?" Justin asked. I didn't answer.
"Answer him," Chris said as if to force me to.
"No," I said to him.
"Why not?" JC asked.
"It's none of your business," I replied getting up and walking on my back porch. I stood there looking over the ocean, admiring the view. The guys sat in my living room, dumbfounded. Justin was the first to get up. He walked out onto the porch and stood next to me.
"Can I asked you another question?" Justin asked.
"You can ask, but don't be surprised if I don't answer." I said still looking over the water.
"Why did you kiss me?" he asked plainly. I thought for a minute.
"I don't know, I just don't know. That is the first time I kissed another guy. Why, didn't you like it?" I asked looking at him.
"I was caught off guard. I wasn't expecting a kiss. I thought it was a nice kiss." He replied stumbling over his words.
"In other words, I'm a good kisser." I said trying to simplify what he was trying to say. "I am told that a lot."
"Why won't you answer that first question?" Justin asked.
"Justin, I my line of work you don't tell people that sort of thing. It is too dangerous to that person. Knowing it could get you killed." I replied.
"What is you line of work? Murderer, Killer, what?" Justin asked sitting on a chair I had on the porch.
"Does it matter?" I asked. Justin just shrugged his shoulders looking at me." I am a hit man."
Justin looked at me with disbelief. Then when it sank in he continued to ask questions.
"Why?" He asked.
"I am tired of answering your questions," I replied standing up and walking back into my house. Lance was laying on my couch watching TV while the others sat on the rest of the furniture of floor. JC was walking from the kitchen with a sandwich in his hands.
"By all means, make yourself at home." I said walking towards the basement door. "At least take off your shoes. That a thousands dollar a yard carpet your walking on."
I walked back down to the basement and turned my music on and continued my workout. After about five minutes, Justin came down and stood there watching me. I stopped and looked at him.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," He answered.
"Justin, sit down. I want to talk to you." I said walking over and turning off the CD player.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I want to try and explain what happened last night at the restaurant." I said.
"About you killing people." Justin said.
"No. About me kissing you." I replied.
"Ok," Justin said listening intently.
"I have never kissed another guy before in my life. When I saw you in the alley I brought you home and helped you in any way I could. I couldn't help but think that you were attractive. I didn't know what to think I was confused about my feelings. I still am. Last night, before I left the bathroom, I didn't know if I was ever gonna see you again. I had to, so that I wouldn't wonder about it, ya know." I said trying to explain this to Justin.
"Yeah, I understand completely. I am glad you did." Justin said. Justin stood up and walked over to me. I was leaning against my washing machine. "Now it is my turn."
Justin started to lean in and was about to kiss me, but JC yelled down the stairs.
"Justin, come on, where leaving." JC yelled.
"Justin, stay with me tonight." I said holding on to his wrists.
"Let me check with JC." Justin said starting up the stairs. I heard Justin ask JC and then I heard JC argue with Justin. I walked up the stairs and into the living room. They had stopped arguing when I passed.
"Don't worry about it JC, He's in the safest possible hands." I said smiling.
"There's room for argument there," Lance replied rubbing the back of his head again.
"Well, that ought to teach you to stay out of my house, unless asked in. dipshit." I retorted.
"We have to leave for home tomorrow afternoon. You can't." JC said.
"JC, are you his leader. Are you the boss of this group, or do you just like to take charge. If you ask me...." I was interrupted by JC.
"No one asked you," he yelled to me. I stepped up to him and looked him right in the eyes.
"You watch yourself. You have no idea what I am capable of. You fuck with my, you're gonna get hurt. It's that simple." I said to him. "The only reason you're still standing is because I don't want blood on my carpet."
"JC I am staying. It is only one night and I will be at the hotel ready to leave for home." Justin said to JC. Justin walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"Alright, but you'd better be at the hotel tomorrow. We ain't waiting' for ya." JC yelled as he slammed the door. I looked at the clock on the wall.
"Shit, it's eight thirty already." I said turning the TV. I was flipping through the channels when Justin moved over right next to me on the couch.
"We never did finish talking in the basement." He whispered into my ear. I turned my head towards him and our noses where touching, our lips almost touching. I leant in and we started to kiss. First our lips just touched, but then I could feel Justin's tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and extended him the motion by sliding my tongue against his and into his mouth. We started to kiss more passionately. Justin pushed himself right on top of me. I was lying on the couch, with out a shirt on and had Justin lying on top of me. His hands were roaming all over my exposed upper body while his tongue roamed inside my mouth. Justin finally sat up and looked at me. He took off his shirt and I started to rub my hands over his upper body. He lay back down on top of me and our chest started to rub together. I let my hand explore his back as his hands were on either side of my head against the sofa. Justin broke the kiss and looked at me.
"What does all this mean to you," he asked.
"I don't know. It isn't just a cheap fling, but I don't know about a relationship with another guy." I said honestly.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Then again, until last night the idea of ever kissing anther guy never appealed to me, but look at us now." Justin said sitting up and grabbing his shirt.
"Let's take it easy, see what develops. That's if you can stand being around me." I said.
"Why would I hate being around you." He asked curiously.
"Well, None of the guys seem to like me. It don't matter to me, I'm on a lot of shit lists already. I am trying to think of what you will have to put up with from the guys about hanging out with me." I said to Justin.
"Let me worry about that," Justin said. "Let's get some sleep, it is getting late."
"Ok, put you and I aren't sleeping together," I informed Justin. Justin nodded his head and got up.
"You can sleep in you bed and I will sleep on the couch, ok." Justin said.
"Are you sure, you can sleep in my bed if you like. I can sleep on the couch." I said offering him the bed.
"No. Your bed, you take it." He said grabbing my arms and pulling me off he couch. I stood up and hugged him and kissed him on the lips on more time before I went to my bedroom.
"Good night," I said to him after our lips parted.
"Good night Jason," Justin replied. I walked in to my room and shut the door. Justin lay down on the bed and started to flip through the channels and fell asleep after a little while. Justin was suddenly awoken by screaming and hollering coming from my room. He jumped off the couch and ran into my room and saw me sitting up in my bed. He ran over and sat next to on the bed. I grabbed me and put my head against his bare chest. Justin could feel the lying of ice cold sweat I was in. My eyes were wide open like I had seen something the horrified the hell out of me. Justin just held me close to him and started to rock gently back and forth.
"Shhhh.....It's ok. It's ok. I'm here." Justin whispered. I started to calm down so Justin let go of me and started to leave.
"Justin, stay. At least until I fall asleep," I begged him. Justin came back over and sat back down on the bed next to me and stayed with me until I fell back asleep.
TBC.... Thanks for reading and if you have any questions, comments, please let me know at roczilla@hotmail.com even if you just want to 2 seconds to tell me you like the story, later and thanks again, Jason