This takes place a few months after Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics.

Pairing: Justin/Lexie

"They're arguing again," Lexie said, pushing past Justin, making a beeline for the futon as she did. "And Max is off on something or other about - hell, I don't even know what he was talking about. I stopped listening after the words 'chocolate', 'cockroaches', and 'sandwich' were in the same sentence."

"Hi," Justin said dryly. "No, I'm not doing anything important. Come on in." As he spoke, he shut the door and turned the locks.

"Oh, please." Lexie flopped herself down on the futon, dropping her purse on the coffee table and grabbing the TV remote as she did. "Like you wouldn't let me in if I asked. I was just saving us both time by not asking. Which you've ruined now, by the way, making me waste time explaining it." As she spoke, she turned the TV on, then rolled her eyes as The Learning Channel came on, thumbed the channel button, frowned as nothing happened. She thumbed it again, then shot a glance over toward Justin.

"Use the one on the coffee table. Unlike Dad, I'm actually willing to spring for digital cable."

Lexie picked up the remote, looked at it, thumbed 'menu' and started to look. "I knew there was a reason why we put up with you. Do you have any movie channels?"

"Just HBO." Justin headed back toward the desk, but Lexie held up her arm and pointed to her shoulder.

"I'm all tense from listening to them argue. Rub?"

Justin raised an eyebrow at that. If Lexie was asking semi-politely, then she was feeling needy. He moved over to stand behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and began to knead the muscles there. Dang. She is tense. "They've always argued. You know that. You shouldn't take it so seriously." She didn't say anything to that, and Justin kept rubbing. After a moment, he said, "So… what were they arguing about?"

"Money," Lexie answered, still scrolling down the list of channels. "Mom wants to remodel the kitchen. Dad doesn't want to spend the money. You know how it goes from there."

"Yeah," Justin agreed, nodding as he shifted his hands in a bit, started to work Lexie's neck muscles with the ease of long familiarity. "Argue, argue, Dad says something stupid, Mom blows up at him - or, if you're lucky, stops speaking to him - "

"If you're lucky, yeah. No such luck today." Lexie shook her head, stopped.

"Hey…." Justin stopped kneading Lexie's shoulders, bent down to kiss her on top of her head. "It's okay. You know they've always been like that. Everything'll be fine tomorrow."

"Will it?" Lexie shook her head again, just a little this time. "They've been arguing a lot more lately." She didn't say more, but she didn't need to. Justin let go of Lexie's shoulders, came around and sat down beside her, pulled her over against him.

"Yes, it will. But right now, you just stay here and relax. I've got to study for midterms, but I'm right here, okay?" He gave her a squeeze, then stood up and went back to his desk, picking up the notebook he was recopying his chapter notes into. "Just let me know if you need anything."

As he'd half expected, Justin hadn't gotten three sentences copied before he felt Lexie leaning on the back of his chair and smelled her faint vanilla scent. "I want popcorn."

"It's in the pantry, third shelf up. Set it for two minutes." Justin didn't look up from his computer, frowning at the screen as he tried to figure out why his program wasn't loading the new configuration information correctly.

"Um, you do remember the last time that I made popcorn in your microwave? The smoke, the flame, the screaming? While I don't really mind hearing you scream again, it'd probably be faster for you to just make it for me."

Closing his eyes and sighing, Justin put his left hand to the bridge of his nose, squeezed it gently. Okay. Let's consider this - how much time will I lose making Lexie the popcorn, versus how much time she'll make me lose if I don't. Yeah. That's an easy decision.

"All right," he said aloud, standing up. "I'll get it."

"Good." Lexie stepped back to let him up, then followed him to the kitchen, sat on one of the stools at the counter, then leaned across on her elbows and smiled. "I love watching you do things for me."

Justin looked over at her, then back away as he noticed her blouse was gapping badly, giving him a clear view of her bra. He knew where the popcorn was - after all, he'd just told Lexie - but he looked anyway, to keep himself from looking at her. Is she doing that deliberately? Never can be sure with Lexie….

"So, where's alternate me?" Lexie picked up one of the coasters from the stack in the holder, put it on the counter and spun it. "Oh, and can you make me some hot chocolate too?"

Justin answered without looking at her. "She and Miranda went to a gallery showing one of Alex's friends from art school is having. They're going to get dinner after. Should be back around eleven. And yes." Thumbing the 'start' button, he got a cup from the cabinet, then turned to the refrigerator for milk.

"Oh, okay." Lexie got down from the stool, crossed back to the futon and flopped down on it. "You don't mind if I watch something on pay-per-view, right?"

Justin momentarily weighed the cost against how long he'd spend arguing with Lexie about it, then reminded himself that Lexie was already a little upset. "Not at all. Go ahead."

"Thanks," she said.

The next few minutes were filled with popping sounds, followed by the hum of the microwave as Justin heated the milk. "Popcorn and hot chocolate. And pickles to go with your popcorn." Justin shook his head, smiled on one side. "I figured you'd want them."

Lexie looked up from the program guide on the TV, cocked her head to one side and smiled cutely up at Justin. "I see she's got you well-trained. Remind me to compliment her on that later."

"Yeah, well…." Justin hooked a thumb over at the desk. "I'm going to be studying for a test I have tomorrow, so I'm going to put earplugs in. If you need me for anything, just come tap me on the shoulder, okay?"

"Are you ever not studying?" Lexie waved a hand as Justin opened his mouth to reply. "Don't answer that. Go study. I'll be okay over here." Justin frowned for a moment, not sure whether he believed Lexie. After a second, Lexie thumped him on the leg with the back of her hand. "Go. I'm okay now. Really."

With a nod, Justin went back to his desk. He frowned at Lexie again as he put in his earplugs. She was scrolling down the list of movies, seeming okay, and Justin turned away, picked up his notes and started back at them.

He couldn't help worrying about Lexie, though. She really did seem to be upset, which made him wonder if Mom and Dad actually were arguing more or worse than they usually did. In less than ten minutes, he was having problems concentrating, and finally set down his notebook with small sigh and turned to look over at the futon.

And didn't see Lexie. What? His brows drawing together, Justin got up and pulled out his earplugs - and was immediately assailed by the sound of a heavily overused wah-wah pedal. Gritting his teeth, he looked to see just what Lexie had put on the TV.

Of course. A woman with long black hair and very large breasts that were barely staying inside what was obviously supposed to be a nurse's uniform, but would equally obviously never be worn by an actual nurse was expressing her surprise over the way her male patient's bedsheet was tented up. Sure enough, seconds later she'd pulled back the sheet and found his bare erection.

Pulling his eyes from the scene, Justin stepped around the futon, looked, and found Lexie there, licking her lips, squirming, and slowly rubbing herself through her skirt and panties. She glanced up at him then and smiled. "I figured you'd check on me in a few minutes." She arched her back and wiggled her hips. "Like what you found?"

"I think you already know the answer to that question." Justin shook his head, but grinned a little as he did. "I take it you planned this from the start?"

"Well… I was hoping Alex would be here too. But I'll take just you."

Lexie held her left hand up toward him, and Justin took it, pulled gently. "Come on, then -" he started, but she pulled as well, shaking her head and not trying to rise from the couch.

"I wanna stay out here and do what they do." She nodded and looked toward the screen, then grinned. "And speaking of that…."

Justin turned his head to look, saw that the nurse in the video was now licking the cock of her patient. He felt Lexie's touch, looked back to see her unzip his pants, pull down the waistband of his boxers.

"Wait, wait -" Justin stepped back from her, lowering his hand to cover himself. Lexie frowned at that. "Look - if you're feeling lonely, you don't have to do this. Just tell me you want some company, and I'll be happy to do whatever -"

"This is what I want to do right now." Lexie leaned back and crossed her arms. "Now, if you're going to keep acting like you're a girl and trying to be considerate of my feelings and all that, I can go find an actual girl to have sex with." She grinned quickly then, said, "Or I could turn you into one…."

Lexie reached for her wand, but Justin grabbed her quickly by the wrist. "No, that won't be necessary. I just want to make sure you really want to do this."

"Yes, I really want to do this." With her free hand, Lexie took the wrist of the hand Justin was covering himself with, and pulled it aside, then frowned as she saw that he wasn't hard. "Uh-oh," Lexie said, shaking her head and imitating the voice of the woman in the movie, "this isn't how this should be. Let me see what I can do about it…." Moving forward, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked lightly, working back and forth a little.

It felt good to Justin, even with him not fully erect - and he knew that condition wasn't going to last very long. A few seconds was all it took, and Lexie pulled her mouth off of him for a moment, then grinned up at him. "See? I already cured that problem."

"Yes, you did. But if you want to follow the way things are going in the movie…." Justin reached a hand down and stroked Lexie's shoulder, concentrating a little, and her clothes were replaced by a very tight, very short nurse's uniform, showing a generous display of cleavage.

"Someone's been practicing, I see," Lexie said in her normal voice, raising an eyebrow. "Do you do this particular spell often?"

"It comes in handy sometimes," he answered, then dropped his voice. "Nurse… this seems to be swelling… can you do something about that?"

"Well, let me see." Lexie stroked her fingertips down the underside, then took the shaft in her hand. "Oh, it's definitely swollen. I'm afraid we're going to have to do something about this immediately, Mister Russo." She took him into her mouth again, and Justin moaned slightly, then stroked his fingers through her hair.

"Oh, that feels good, nurse. So good…." Justin slipped one hand down, cupped Lexie's breast through the cloth of the uniform, fondled her as his other hand continued to stroke through her thick black hair. His hips began to move of their own accord, rocking a couple of inches back and forth, and Lexie matched her motions to his, taking her hand off his shaft for a moment to let him take her mouth deeply.

Lexie glanced sideways at the screen and saw that the action there had shifted. Grinning a little, she pulled off of Justin, then stood up and hooked her thumb at the screen. "You want to try that?"

He looked, saw the woman onscreen taking the man's cock between her breasts, then raised an eyebrow and smiled down at Lexie. "Sure... but first -" With a quick, smooth motion, Justin kneeled down with Lexie, wrapped his arms around her, one hand on the back of her neck. For a moment, he looked into her eyes, then whispered "I love you," and kissed her.

Or rather, he tried to kiss her. Because then Justin was on the floor, letting out a surprised "Uh!" as Lexie put her hands between them and pushed hard, forcing him back. He blinked up at her as she started to stand, looking angry. "Wait - what did I do?" Shaking his head, Justin started to stand up, and Lexie stepped forward and pushed him again.

He fell onto the futon, and Lexie stomped one foot. "Dammit, Justin, I just wanted a good fuck! Why do you have to go and be romantic about it?" She turned toward the door, forgetting the costume she was in, and ran toward it.

Justin popped into place in front of it, opened his arms, and she ran right into them. Lexie struggled, but he'd anticipated that - and in spite of her bluster, she wasn't really struggling very hard. "Hey, hey, calm down - I'm sorry I upset you. If you just want sex, we'll just do sex."

"No! Not now! You had to go and mess everything up! I hate you!" Lexie flailed, her hands balled up into fists, and one caught Justin in the eye, causing him to stagger back, putting a hand to it.

Immediately, Lexie's stopped thrashing. "Oh - oh my God, Justin, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down from his eye, looked at it. "Go sit down. I'll make an ice pack." She went over to the bathroom, keeping an eye on Justin as she did, making sure that he went over to the futon and sat. Seeing that he was doing that, she ducked in, got a washrag, took it to the kitchen. There, she took ice from the freezer and quickly made up the ice pack, taking a hairband from her purse to hold it together, then brought it back to Justin and gingerly placed it against his eye.

"I'm sorry," she said again then. "You know I don't mean to hurt you, right?"

"Yeah," Justin said, nodding a little. "And I'm sorry too. I just -" He paused, then waved a hand in the air. "Sorry," he said again, and Lexie smiled.

"I know. It's kind of funny, really. And cute. It just... wasn't what I wanted, right that minute."

"I'll do better about finding out what you want, next time." Justin took the ice pack for a moment. "How's it looking?"

Lexie moved in closer, touched it gingerly. "I don't think I hit you really hard, and it doesn't look like I got the eye. You'll have a bruise on your cheekbone, there, and probably a black eye." She stopped, frowned at Justin's expression. "What?"

"Oh, just..." Justin gestured up and down at her. "You, this, the nurse's uniform..." She looked down then, reminded of it, then back up at Justin, then grinned a little. "Well... since I'm in this anyway, let me do a little something to take your mind off your pain."

Justin's pants were still open, so she was able to reach right down and grasp him. He was soft again, and Lexie shook her head at that. "Oh, that's not going to work. Here..." She slipped off the futon, bent down and took him in her mouth again, and even with the pain on his face, the sensation was delicious, her mouth warm and wet around him. Justin shifted, moving his hips to give Lexie better access, and she began to work her mouth up and down him as he hardened.

A minute later, with Justin fully hard, Lexie straightened up and smiled at him, eyes teasing as she took his free hand, moved it to the top of the zipper on her outfit. She was pretty sure that real nurse's outfits didn't zip up the front, but that didn't really matter, now did it? What mattered, right at that second, was the smile on Justin's face and the gleam in his eye as he pulled her zipper down, freeing her breasts. Lexie shifted forward, putting Justin's cock between them, then pressed them together with her hands and started to bob up and down. "Mmm... do you like that?"

"Yes." Justin stroked Lexie's hair with his free hand, rocking his hips up and down as he did. "But I don't know if that's helping enough, nurse. Do you have anything stronger?"

"Stronger?" She frowned a little and bit her lip. For a moment, Justin thought she didn't want to do more, and he opened his mouth, meaning to tell her that was okay, but Lexie spoke again. "Well, if you're not responding strongly enough to this treatment, we do have other options." She stood up then, moved around to the back of the futon. "Let me just adjust your bed for this, Mister Russo."

On the screen, the woman playing the nurse had fully shed her uniform - well, except for the white stockings - and was now on top of the man, riding him as he lay back on the hospital bed. Justin looked back and up as Lexie dropped the back of the futon, putting it into its bed position. She said she wanted to be fucked. Well... let's see what we can do about that.

He stood as well, and Lexie frowned. "Mister Russo, I'm not sure you should be -"

"I'm taking charge of my own treatment. Get up on there, on your knees."

"Sir, this is highly irregular. I really should talk to your doctor before -" Lexie broke off and made a startled little sound as Justin lifted her, turning her around and settling her onto the futon with her rear facing him. He pushed up her dress, then pulled down her panties, put his fingers against her and slid them back and forth, testing to see how ready she was.

His finger slipped inside easily, and Lexie made a little hiss. "I'm ready. Oh, I'm ready. Please, Justin, do me..." She wiggled on his finger, arched her back and pushed against it, and he let it slide deeper into her, pulled out until just the tip was in, pushed forward again. Lexie bucked backward, trying to get his finger all the way into her, but Justin snatched it back.

"Uh-uh… you get what I want to give you." Putting his other hand against Lexie's ass, Justin touched her again, parting her folds with his fingertip, gliding it up and down. It came back glistening, and he smiled. "Oh, you're definitely ready." Taking his finger from her, Justin gripped her by both hips, brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, held it there. "Tell me you want it again."

Lexie made a growl, tried to push back onto him, but Justin had too firm a grip. "Quit teasing and put it in me already!" She bucked back again, suddenly, managed to push back an inch or so - and then Justin pushed forward. He went easy on his entering thrust, but Lexie was determined that this wasn't going to be gentle, and with her thrusting back against him, it was only moments before Justin was rutting into her with quick, powerful thrusts, one hand on her shoulder, pulling back with each thrust, while the other was under Lexie, holding onto her breast, squeezing and fondling it.

Justin grunted in time with his thrusts, while Lexie…. "Oh yeah, fuck me harder, show me what you can do with that thing. Make me come, like you do Alex - oh, oh, ohHHh fuck yes!" She almost squealed the last, shivering, then bit her lip and closed her eyes. Justin could feel her pussy contracting around him, and he bit his lip as well, concentrating on holding back, not wanting to come yet.

"Pull my hair and fuck me harder, dammit, make me come again…." Lexie had dropped the sexy nurse voice, but it didn't matter a bit to Justin - right at that moment, he couldn't think of any sound sexier than the growls she was making, punctuated by squeaks when another little one rolled through her; any sight sexier than her round little butt, the way she narrowed to her waist, then widened again to her shoulders; nothing that could feel sexier than his hand tangled in her hair, holding her soft, full breast, her hot, wet tunnel squeezing him.

And then she spoke again, looking ahead of them, at the TV. "I want you to do that to me. Do me like he's doing her…." Reluctantly, Justin looked up from the vision of Lexie before him, to the screen - and then he blinked, seeing the man's cock on the screen sliding in and out of the ass of the nurse, as if it were the most natural and easiest thing in the world.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his strokes slowing, and Lexie's hair shook as she nodded.

"Quick, before I change my mind. Give it to me." Swallowing, Justin pulled out of her, then frowned.

"We'll need lube, if we're -"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up and get it. Quick." Justin ran to the bathroom, while Lexie stayed where she was, ass in the air. Pulling open the second drawer down, he found the tube of K&Y, ran back with it, opening the cap as he did. What's the rule of thumb? Use three times as much as you think you'll need? Quickly, Justin squeezed out three globs, then took a moment to rub his hands together, spreading and warming it.

Carefully, he put a finger to Lexie's ass, worked it up and down against her, then took a second finger, rubbed with it. She wriggled and moaned at his touch, and he said, "Okay, here goes," then pushed slowly but firmly at her little pucker.

She shuddered as it went in, moaned out "Oh… oh fuck, you feel huge. Give me more." Justin blinked, realizing that she thought that was his cock, then decided not to tell her. Instead, he pushed his finger in and out, working slowly.

"How's that feel?"

"Oh… so full. You can go faster now, I think I'm getting used to it…."

Justin began to move his finger in and out a little faster, giving her most of the length of it now. "Yes… oh… I didn't think it would feel like this. Ohh…." She shuddered again, just a little, then turned and looked over her shoulder. "Wait… is that just your finger?"

"Yeah," Justin admitted. "It's okay, though. If that's feeling big to you, you're probably not going to like having me in there." He gave her an apologetic look, shrugged a little. "It's okay," he said again, but Lexie frowned.

"But… you didn't get to come. We can try, if you want…."

Shaking his head, Justin gave her a ghost of a smile. "Oh, I'd like to try… but I'm not going to do anything that might hurt you."

"But -"

"No 'but's," Justin said, then grinned. "Literally." Stepping forward, he said, "I am going to finish, though." With his finger still in Lexie, he used his free hand to guide himself back into her. She felt tighter like that, moreso than he expected, and he kept his finger still as he began to stroke in and out of her. A few seconds later, he was hammering in her, and Lexie was moaning again, and then she was shaking, making a sound that was nearly a wail.

"Are you okay? Do you wan-"

"Don't you dare stop," Lexie got out, and reassured, Justin began to pound her again, grinning now at the sounds she was making. Moments later, he started to feel little electric shivers that made him bite his lip for a moment.

"I… I'm going to come… do you want it in you?"

Lexie made a little yelp at that and moved forward quickly, pulling off him, shaking her head as she did. "Oh! No, not right now, sorry…." She turned around, up on her knees, looked down at Justin, who was now jacking himself with his hand. "I can suck it -"

Justin shook his head. "Uhh - not with the K&Y on it. Just… come here. I want to come on your breasts."

"Oh?" Lexie raised an eyebrow and smiled, then moved closer, put her hands to her breasts and pushed them up. "You like these? You want to spray your come all over them? Well, maybe I won't let you… maybe I don't want a big mess like - oh!" She jumped a little as Justin came, then watched as he spurted again and again. "Well, somebody had a big load built up. What, have you two not done anything for a few days?"

Feeling a little dizzy, Justin sat down on the futon beside Lexie, then let himself flop down onto his back. "Just since yesterday morning." Seeing Lexie's obvious disbelief, he continued. "Men's bodies make sperm at a rate depending on demand. Since Alex and I have sex a lot…."

Lexie laughed, saying, "Wow. Only you could turn sex into a lesson." She put a hand on his shoulder to give him a playful shove, then squealed as Justin grabbed her arm, pulled her down on top of him.

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "And that's why I'm still your favorite guy."

"That's why you're still the nerdy guy," Lexie replied, but she didn't make any move to get away. After a few seconds, she shifted to the side a little, nestling down with Justin's arm around her.

They were both silent for a minute or so. When Lexie spoke, she was quiet enough that Justin could barely hear her, even as close as she was. "Hey... you don't think Mom and Dad would really break up, do you?"

Justin turned a little, raised one hand to Lexie's face, meaning to stroke her with his fingertips, then remembered they were still wet. Dropping the hand back down, he shook his head. "No. They've always argued like that. They always will." He paused a second, then went on. "And if anything does happen... we'll find a way to fix it, like we always do. Okay?"

Lexie smiled, then snuggled closer. "Okay."