Chapter 1
Justin's Bedroom
Justin leaned back on his bed and closed his eyes, smiling brightly, this had been the best few month of his life, that much was certain, he had finally had the guts to go down to Liberty Avenue. It had been more than he had ever hoped. He had met HIM, the most gorgeous man on earth, not only met him, no! The man had taken him home and they had spent the night in his loft fucking. Justin had been scared, yes, but the man had been surprisingly patient and gentle and between rounds they had actually talked about things other than sex. When the phone rang and the man had to get to the hospital to witness his son's birth, he had taken Justin with him. The morning after had been somewhat of a sat back, he had been told he was an insignificant fuck, but he knew better, what they had shared couldn't have been just like any other time. So he went to find the man a few days later and got his attention. The second night together had been everything the first had been and more. Justin was more bold and eager to experiment. The man had driven him to school in the morning, just like the first time he had said they were done: But Justin knew better now. He spent the whole day fantasizing about the man of his dreams and how he would get back in his bed and in his life. He managed to get to him two more times, he had looked for him at his best friend's house and followed him to Woody's, he even got a nipple ring for him. Although he told his best friend Daphne it had nothing to do with the guy. He didn't spend the night this time but the man of his dreams had dropped him off at his house late at night and hadn't protested too much when Justin leaned in to kiss him goodbye. So now he was lying on his bed, glowing and ever more certain that he was in love, in love with Brian Kinney.
That was the moment his father walked in the door. Justin had never seen him this angry in all his life. It was evident that he had been drinking, a lot! He stormed in and threw a photo in Justin's lab. "Who the fuck is this?", he bellowed and pointed to the picture of Brian and him. "uhh, that is..uhh" Justin didn't know what to respond, he couldn't tell his father about Brian, not when he was this angry.
"Justin I will not tolerate this behavior of yours, your mother and I have clearly given you too many liberties. You are grounded until you go to Dartmouth in the summer."
"But Dad, I told you I want to go to PIFA and it is not like you can complain about my grades, I scored 15 hundred on my SATs."
"I repeat, you will not leave this house other than to go to school, you will not spend anymore time flaunting this disgusting lifestyle of yours! You will turn yourself around …"
"Disgusting lifestyle?" Justin got up and in his father's face looking him straight in the eyes. "There is nothing disgusting about being gay dad, it is who I am and nothing you do can change that" He repeated the words Debbie had told him a few days before, hoping his father would understand and still love him. "My son is not gay" Craig shouted and that was the last thing Justin heard before it all went black.