Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
I'm turning and turning for you
Say Goodbye – Dave Matthews Band

Justin

"Oh, look, there it is!"

I point out the jeep window as it bounces down the dirt road towards a huge cabin. "Woo. Hoo." I glare over at him. He hasn't exactly been a bundle of joy. The entire ride here he made remarks about the cabin, the lakes and the woods. They hadn't been nice ones either. "Can you at least pretend you want to be here?" He looks over at me, shrugs, and focuses on driving the rest of the way up the driveway without saying a word. I roll my eyes and, when we park, I get myself out of the jeep by myself. He glares at me for a few seconds.

"You could've just waited for me to get the door for you."

"Why? I'm capable of getting it myself. My hands work wonderfully…as I'm sure you already know."

He doesn't even crack a grin. He only shakes his head, walks to the back of the jeep and grabs his three, large suitcases out. He smirks over at me. "Since your hands work wonderfully, then I'm sure you'll have no trouble getting your own shit." I cross my arms over my chest. I'm not trying to be difficult. It just comes…naturally. "So you're going to leave me out here all alone while you go inside and put your stuff away? Something could attack me or something. Like a bear." He rolls his eyes but stands there as I slowly grab my bags out of his jeep. I do it as slowly as possible just to get on his nerves. Once I'm done he sighs with relief. "It's about time. C'mon."

I follow him towards the front door and then follow him inside.

It's surprisingly ultra clean. Not a speck of dust or dirt in sight. I look around. Nice. "This is a lot better then the hotel you picked out for us, that's for sure." He doesn't disagree and I grin. "See, you even agree with me. I don't hear you complaining now. This is almost as clean as your loft." He rolls his eyes over at me. "Can you ever not be immature? Is that too much to ask for?" I shake my head. "You obviously like my immaturity or you wouldn't have fucked me." He shrugs. "You were hot."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Were hot? You mean I'm not anymore. Wow, I got the totally wrong impression then."

"Fine, you're still hot."

"That's what I like to hear."

"In fact…you're so hot that I think we should just unpack later."

I roll my eyes and shake my head. I wander towards the stairs, which leads upstairs where the bedroom is located. "I don't think so. I'm tired." Suddenly Brian's hands come around me from behind keeping me from going up the stairs. His mouth attaches to the back of my neck and begins to nibble and lick as one hand slides down to cup my crotch. The other hand just holds me tight against his chest. "Bri-ian! I'm serious. You must learn to control yourself." I try to wrench myself away from him but he's stronger then I am and there's no way he's going to let me go without a fight.

"When I'm with you I can't control myself. You should be flattered."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

Though his hand rubbing my cock like that probably will. His lips smile against my neck.

"You know, when I first fucked you, you were always ready for me to do it again. Every single minute of the day. You were always begging for it. Ready to bend over anything just as long as my dick was up your ass. What happened to that Justin?"

I smile slightly while trying to pull away again.

"He's retreated to a nice warm bed to get some rest. Then he'll be up and ready to go."

Brian's hand squeezes suggestively around my dick.

"I think he already is up and ready to go."

"Brian, please, I just want to unpack and take a walk."

He snorts.

"A walk? You'd rather take walk then me up your ass?"

"If you take a walk with me I promise I'll let you fuck me all night long."

He's silent for a few seconds and then he's dragging me towards the front door. "Good. Let's get this walk over with." Laughing, I pull away from him. "After I unpack my things." He sighs, disappointed and follows me up the stairs not forgetting to make raunchy comments about my ass on the way up. And what he's going to do to it.

Brian

I hate the woods.

I hate anything that has to do with the outdoors. Well, when I have to actually engage in outdoor activities such as walking down a dirt path under trees in the woods. There are animals in the woods. And animal shit in the woods. I can't believe I actually let Justin drag me out here for a stupid walk. What's the point of going on a walk when there was a huge bed in the bedroom that needed to be broken in? I'm jerked out of my thoughts when Justin grabs my hand, shakes it to get my attention, and points over at a bird.

A fucking bird.

I need an alcoholic beverage to get through this.

"Justin, it's just a bird."

"It's a cool looking bird."

"It's a bird that I don't care about."

Justin glares at me. I know I've pretty much been an asshole. The whole entire way up I had done nothing but tell him how much I hated the idea of us coming out here. I knew he wanted me to stop too. And, I should stop. After all, we were out here to try and protect him from that stupid violin-playing freak. I should be happy to come out here as long as he's safe. And I am. I'm just not exactly showing it. "Can't you just be…positive for once in your life?" I roll my eyes, looking around the woods. Anywhere but at him. Or I might just be positive like he wants me to.

"Always negative. If I was positive that wouldn't be very good would it?"

"I didn't mean that, asshole."

I pull him against me, hand resting on his neck to keep him from pulling away.

"Now that's a word I'm fond of."

He rolls his eyes, clearly not happy with the way I've been acting.

"Yeah. I know. Let me go."

"I don't think so."

Instead of letting him go like he requested, no, demanded, I wrap both my arms around him and hold him up against me as tight as I can without cutting off his air supply. His hands between our chest try to push me away but we both know he's weaker then me. "Brian…you said you'd go on a walk with me first!" I grin and don't comply when he tries to push my arms out of the way. "And I did. We've been walking for ten minutes." Justin rolls his eyes. "No, more like five minutes. You can still see the cabin from here." I sigh, look over my shoulder and realize he's right. He's right a lot of the time. I look back down at him and I can see the hope that I'll let him go in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I never said how long I'd walk with you."

"Fine, then you can leave and I'll walk by myself."

Of course he really wouldn't do that. I wouldn't let him anyway.

"No you will not. You're never going anywhere alone as far as I'm concerned."

He smiles slightly.

He always smiles when I say something that makes me sound…protective or something.

"Yeah, I know. You're getting annoying."

"I am not. You know you like me following you around everywhere."

"Only when you're not an asshole. Like now."

I grin and quickly let go of him and take a few steps back. He raises an eyebrow at me. He obviously hadn't been expecting me to let go of him so quickly or at all. "Fine, if you want to take a walk you can do it on your own." He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine. You can go back to the cabin."

"I will."

Justin

I turn away from him knowing full well that he would never leave me alone and let me take a walk all alone. Except when I look over my shoulder a few minutes later to smile at him he's not there. Of course, I don't start to panic. Not right away. I turn around and look back from where I came waiting for him to jump out from behind a tree and yell out 'Gotcha!' and laugh at me for thinking that he was actually gone. A few more minutes pass and my smile disappears. He should know not to play tricks on me like this. Not when I'm already scared to death because of Ethan.

"Brian? C'mon! This isn't funny."

I don't know if I'm actually hearing the snaps of twigs and the rustling of bushes all around me or if, since I'm slowly starting to panic, my ears are just playing tricks with me. All I know is that my heart is starting to beat really fast in my chest and I'm actually starting to worry. Brian would never leave me out here alone. He wouldn't. He didn't even look serious when he told me he was going to leave. "Brian! Stop being a shit!" I cross my arms tightly across my chest, spinning around in slow circles to look in the direction of every little sound that I hear. He's really freaking me out.

"Brian! C'mon! Where are you?"

No reply.

God, I hate him right now.

I'm really starting to freak out. I think I'm having a hard time breathing. I am having a hard time breathing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and Brian's laughing in my ear. "I so got you!" I spin around in his arms pushing him off of me with all my strength. He looks, needless to say, very surprised at my hostility. Asshole. "What the fuck is your problem?" He raises an eyebrow. "What?" I shake my head, hand running furiously through my hair. My heart's still beating really fast in my chest. "You fucking scared me!" He steps forward and I, in turn, step back. "Justin, I was just kidding." I shake my head again glaring daggers at him.

"It wasn't funny. You can't just leave me,"

"I didn't leave you, Justin. I was here the entire time. I wouldn't leave you alone like tha,"

I cut him off.

"You shouldn't have done that either!"

He sighs.

"Look, I'm sorry, I,"

"I was scared to death! How could you do-"

Then, somehow, I let him grab me and pull me into his chest.

And I'm a sobbing mess.