All these promises
Wont turn golden
Until you touch them

JT

I slap Brian on the arm.

"Don't encourage her!"

I push him away from me, hurry out of the pool no longer caring about the fact that I'm naked in front of my best friend. Ok, I care but I'm not going to act like I care. All I care about is getting that damn camera away from her before she can take more pictures of us. Then I realize that this would be perfect blackmail. If she wanted, she could take pictures of me right now. Naked. Oh god, how humiliating would that be? Yeah, humiliating. Thankfully, she doesn't take pictures of me while I'm coming towards her to get the camera. Instead, she threatens to. So, needless to say, I don't get the camera from her.

So, I grab a towel instead and wrap it around myself.

Being naked around Daphne is just…weird.

Daphne grins at me.

"I'll get doubles of all the pictures I take. Then, I'll make a scrapbook and it'll be our little scrapbook of hotness."

I roll my eyes, "What are you? The fucking paparazzi?"

"Don't be mad, Justin. As soon as you see these pictures you'll thank me."

I'm sure I will. Brian grins over at me from the pool.

"Get your ass back over here."

"I don't think so."

I watch Daphne and Brian swim for a little bit. Daphne asks lots of questions about camp like, 'How long did Justin last the first time?' (she is so embarrassing, I swear). He doesn't answer the question though. He only says, "He was fucking excellent." And he smiles over at me while he says it, which, of course, makes me blush.

BK

Justin eventually gets back in the pool.

And I immediately latch onto him. I can't keep my hands off of him, not that I want to. I just don't want to make him uncomfortable around Daphne. I whisper in his ear, promise him that I won't do anything naughty in front of his fag hag. He smiles at me, cheeks turning pink again and, now that I think about it, I hope he never gets over that phase – him blushing like an idiot. I like it when he blushes. It's endearing on him.

I wrap my arms around him from behind.

I know I made a promise but that doesn't mean I can't get slightly hard from just touching him. Daphne smiles at us and she's quickly getting out of the pool and getting her trusty digital camera. "Smile, guys." I'm surprised Justin complies. He doesn't even complain about getting his picture taken. Daphne grins ecstatically – she's fucking hilarious. "That's great guys. I can't wait to put these in the computer and post them on the Internet!"

"Daphne!"

"I'm just kidding, Justin. They're for my personal use only."

DC.

When we're done swimming, and after they both get dressed, we go upstairs to Justin's room and immediately flip on his computer. I took so many pictures and I can't wait to see them – I can't wait for them to see them. As soon as we get up stairs Brian drags Justin to the bed, tackles him and they start making out. You think I'm going to pass up on a chance like this? So, my camera gets a heavy workout. Finally, Justin pulls back, all out of breath and smiling despite the fact that he knows I took more pictures.

Brian gets up and walks up behind me as I'm plugging in my camera.

"Let's see it."

"Hold your horses. I'm getting' to them."

And, boy do I get them. They're so fucking hot.

I print them all out. Doubles. One for me, one for the two of them. Justin's still on the bed reading a book and, pretty much, ignoring us. Brian takes his share of the pictures and strides over to Justin's bed, hops on and situates Justin between his legs. Justin doesn't acknowledge the fact that Brian even moved him, well, until Brian tore the book out of the blond's hands and shoved the pictures in his face with a, "Look." I watch Justin's face as Brian flips through the millions of pictures. His cheeks turn slightly pink but he's grinning more than I've ever seen him grin in his entire life.

He's so fucking happy.

Because of Brian, no doubt.

And…it's refreshing to finally see him happy like this.

BK

I sigh in relief when Daphne finally leaves a few hours later.

Don't get me wrong – I love Daphne. She's great but, I need Justin. I had planned on fucking him for hours today until his friend showed up. When school starts up on Monday I'm not sure how much time I'm going to have to be with him. His parents are coming back on Sunday, two days left to have him all to myself and for as long as I want. When school starts we'll both be busy. I'm dreading the fact that school's starting. It's really ruining everything.

"Finally – I get you all to myself."

"You could've had me to yourself in front of her. She wouldn't have complained."

I grin, pushing him down on his back and sit on top of him. I grind my ass a little against him just to get a little whimper out of him. It works. "You wouldn't have allowed that and you know it." Justin smiles, eyes half closed from my incessant grinding against him, and nods just slightly. "Y-yeah, true…but I was just saying." I bend over and pin his arms over his head, graze my nose against his, "How 'bout we do instead of say." Justin nods eagerly like I knew he would. He's always eager for me to take him. And I'm always eager to take him. If I could, I'd take him every single second of the day.

"So – Do you want it nice and slow or…rough and fast?"

"I want it…all."

So I give it to him.

JT

We're laying there and, even though we've been laying here for twenty minutes, I'm still trying to catch my breath. He's so…there aren't really any words to describe him. Actually, there are too many words to describe him. First, he went slowly. Agonizingly slow. So slow that I couldn't really take it. Then he was fast and rough and just…giving me his all. I'll probably feel it for a few weeks. I let my eyes shut and wrap my arms around his body, which his half on top of mine and we both don't care.

We both jump, me startled out of my mind when the phone's shrill ring cuts through the silence of the house. I jump up, half expecting my mother to walk through my bedroom door. She doesn't, thank god. Brian moves off of me and I quickly grab the phone next to my bed.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Justin!"

"…Mom. Hi."

For some reason I feel kind of dirty – like she knows something…even though that's ridiculous.

"How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine." more then fine.

"Are you surviving without us?"

I glance over at Brian who seems to be getting bored with the lack of me being pressed up against him. To show just how bored he is, his teeth begin to work over the skin of my shoulder and up my neck. I shove him away and he almost goes over the edge of my bed. He doesn't, but he gets the message to stop.

"You could say that."

"Your father says hi."

I don't say anything and I hear a heavy sigh come from her mouth. I know she wishes that we got along but, the fact is, we don't. We never will. We're too different and she knows it. He's a bastard…and she knows it. Hell, he knows it even. "Anyway, I just wanted to call and see how you're doing. You know I don't like leaving you alone this long."

"You sent me off to camp for a week."

"That's different. You were with church."

Of course. Though, it's not like I mind that I was sent to church for a week. If it hadn't been for church I wouldn't have met Brian. "I know." She tells me she loves me and I tell her that I love her too and we hang up. As soon as the phone is back in it's cradle, he shoots me a small glare. "You almost pushed me off the bed." I shrug. He'll get over it. He smiles slightly and covers me with his body, forcing me to get back down on my back. "We haven't done it on the floor yet…we've done it on a pew in church…in a cabin…in your bed…I say we go ahead and try the floor." I push him off of me, careful not to push him hard enough so that he ends up on the floor, though.

"You've already fucked the hell out of me. Please, give me ass a break."

"Your ass doesn't want a break."

"Yeah, well, I'm hungry."

"Big surprise, there."

I slap him on the arm and get up off the and hurriedly get dressed. He follows my lead and then proceeds to follow me out of my room, downstairs, and into the kitchen. "Can you even cook?" I raise an eyebrow up at him, "Can I cook? Of course I can cook. My mom taught me everything about cooking that I know. I'm great."

"A little full of yourself."

"I was a little full of you earlier."

"Yeah, well, you're going to be a lot full of me as soon as we're done eating."

I smile and begin digging in my fridge. "Want peanut butter and jelly?" I can cook. It's just a matter of me wanting to cook at the moment. He looks slightly confused. "I thought you said you could cook."

"I can – I'm not though."

"Fucker."

"I promise I'll cook for you tonight."

Lyrics: Song "Permanent" by Acceptance.