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Chapter 5
Maneuvering around the scattered photos, Andrew asks, "Why don't you hang them up or something?" Justin begins sorting the pictures by people that are in them and says, "I like to match them up, first." Licking his lips, Andrew bends down to pick up the photo that Cindy had taken and says, "I didn't' know you had any pics of us." "Neither did I. Cindy shot it that time she was over. She must have left it in one of the albums when she visited me in New York." Opening another box, the younger teen peers into it and howls with delight. "You weren't kidding about those nude shots," Andrew exclaims as he leafs through the magazines and various other photos. "You said you only did one shot, though." Quickly Justin closes the box and says, "You can see those later, but if you must know, Jason took the regular ones. When he was at work, I found them all and hid them before destroying the negatives."
Wrapping Justin protectively in his arms, Andrew trails kisses along his neck and whispers, "He's dead, let it go. Even if he was alive and came after you, I'd just run him over." Quietly he opens another box and pulls out some of his clothes before frowning. "Damn her," he says blushing furiously as he drops the newly bought, still in the box, hot pink vibrator. "I swear I'll kill her the next time I see her," he vows while Andrew sits down laughing and opens the box. "Justin, it's not what you think," the younger teen says and timidly he glances at the contents then shakes his head with surprise. "That brat," he mutters while he picks up the video. "What's on it," Andrew asks and he shrugs reading the note taped to it. "Various events in the lives of Justin and his Darlings by Angelina. Filmed by the hottie Kyle," he states.
Tender kisses fall upon his bare shoulders after Andrew had tugged Justin's shirt off and he unpacks the rest of his clothes. "Don't you want to watch it?" He tilts his head back giving more room for Andrew's roaming lips and responds, I don't have a VCR." His blues close as the younger teen nibbles on his collar bone and slips onto his lap. "I know where we can use one," Andrew offers and Justin eyes him warily while he grips the younger boy's hips. "My mom's house. She'll be out of town this weekend and Daniel wont be home since she's at some modeling camp," Andrew says pushing Justin onto his back and he begins shaking his head when Andrew adds, "I'm allowed there when she's out of town. During that time I have free reign of the house."
Licking his lips, Justin gazes up at Andrew as the younger teen's eyes take on that odd quality that brightens them. It's similar to the look in Marc's eyes. "I wish you could have met my dad," Andrew says suddenly and the teen lies on top of him resting his head upon Justin's shoulder. "He would have liked you and he wouldn't care that you're a guy," the teen continues and Justin strokes his back bringing comfort to the hazel eyed boy. "I'd have liked that," Justin admits and sweetly he brings his lips to Andrew's when the teen looks up at him. "I loved him, according to mom I'm incapable of love, but I did love him." Then just as quickly, Andrew's eyes darken with lust and his lips are being crushed by his the younger teen's. "You're so hot," Andrew says looking him over and Justin pushes the teen off of him saying, "I've got toe get some of this put away." Justin remembers all the times that Andrew would start getting personal or sweet then he would just shut down by becoming sexual.
Why can't I just tell him that I love him? He watches as Justin busies himself with unpacking and hanging clothes up in the closet in the bedroom. "Justin, I l…lo-. I like your apartment," he says then mentally slaps himself for sounding like an idiot and Justin rolls his eyes saying, "It'll look better when it's decorated." Just tell him already! What if he doesn't believe me? I can't do this. "Andrew, just make me forget," Justin pleads and he nods taking the bloodstained shirt that must have accidentally been packed away from the older teen's hands. Pressing their lips together, Andrew pushes Justin onto the couch then straddles his lap. "Close you eyes," he whispers and waits until Justin obeys before he begins nibbling upon his neck. The moans escaping the older boy make him continue farther down. "Andrew," Justin gasps when he licks one nipple then moves to the other to lavish attention upon it. Justin's cell phone rings then vibrates causing them both to jump.
"Hello," Justin asks sounding delightfully breathless and he continues to mark the older teen's neck. "Justin, you sound as if you're not alone," a girl says on the other hand giggling and Justin glares at him before saying, "It's just a friend, Marianne." Tugging on Justin's blond hair, he kisses him soundly as Marianne says, "Justin, do you know a boy about eighteen with hazel eyes?" Abruptly the older teen breaks off the kiss and asks, "Yes, what about him?" "Baby-doll, he's in trouble. Tell him to get anything important out of his dinky apartment. Justin, he loves you so don't give him up." Confusion settles in the teen's blues as Andrew asks, "Justin, what is she talking about? How does she know all this?" "Baby-doll, tell him that it was in my dream last night. It's been bothering me all day."
Relaxing against Justin, he lays his head against the older teen's shoulder and asks, "Do you believe her?" Almost as if to calm himself, Justin runs his fingers up and down Andrew's back as he asks, "Marianne, are you sure?" "Of course, honey. I wouldn't bother you when you're busy if I weren't. You know how these things work. I'm worried for you, darling. If you lose Andrew, then we wont be able to save you." Her musical voice seems to calm Justin on the surface, but looking into Justin's blues he sees the raging fear. I love you; I wish I could just tell you. Don't leave me, Justin, please don't. "How do you know about our feelings," the older teen argues and he bites his lip nervously when he hears the doubt in Justin's vo8ice. "Honey, someday you'll know what I mean. I've got to go; Angelina's mother is calling. Angelina sends her love, hope to see you soon," she says then the dial tone greets them.
"Come on," Justin orders and he follows the teen obediently grabbing a blue, short sleeve, button up shirt for the blond. "Where are we going?" "To get you belongings, Andrew." He grabs Justin's arm roughly and hisses, "I didn't do anything wrong so don't take your anger out on me." Looking closely at Justin, he sees the shadows of doubt and fear in his blues and Justin says, "I'm scared, alright. Her dreams are never wrong. She only has them once in a while and they're always about people she cares about. She saved me. She had a dream that I died in a car accident and the next day she hid my keys. Right where I was supposed to be there was an accident. Every one died. I don't question her judgment. She knew you name and what you look like even though I never told her."
Desperate fear shines in Justin's blues and he hates it with a passion. Seeing him scared makes him feel weak. "Justin, slow down. You'll only get in trouble if you don't," he says and Justin's eyes glance in the rearview mirror before he fumbles with the latch on the glove compartment. "What are you looking for?" Closing his eyes, he ignores the feeling of Justin's body pressed so intimately against his as the blond searches through the compartment. "Justin, you're scaring me," he admits quietly and the older teen calms downs saying, "I'm sorry. I was looking for gum. It helps relax me." At the red-light, he leans over and kisses Justin's cheek before saying, "I'll only be a few minutes in there then we can leave. Just calm down and tell me about Marianne and Angelina." A surge of jealousy erupts within him when a smile lights up Justin's face, but he quells it after Justin securely wraps an arm around his shoulders and says, "Later."
"I'll be right back," Andrew whispers and he nods sitting down on the bed. Within a few minutes, Andrew is sitting beside him tossing clothes into a duffle bag and his blues fall upon a photo album. "Don't you want that?" His question startles Andrew out of his automatic packing and the teen glances at it before saying, "Yeah." "Where did you meet her? Is she a psychic?" Smiling he stands up holding onto the album and says, "I met her at a party Jason's friend was holding, but we didn't become friends until I began posing for her. She's not a psychic, but she does get dreams that are warnings." They leave the apartment and Andrew takes one last look around before saying, "I wont be back, will I?" Shrugging he waves at a curious woman and says, "I doubt it."
"Angelina sees the world in vivid colors. Children have this innocent white glow to them, evil has a purple haze, and I guess I have a blue tone. She says it's because I'm so approachable. That's why Angelina and Marianne compliment each other. Marianne views the world in black and white while Angelina sees colors," he explains while Andrew sits silently beside him and he recalls the way Angelina had tensed up when she first met Jason. Later he found out that she saw Jason as purple slashed with crimson. To her crimson means blood and anger while deep, dark red represents passion and lust. "It's laughable that the only time Marc took me to bed was when I needed to forget everything. I just wanted to feel that love he showed so openly and easily. It turned out to be a mistake. Even though he made me forget for one night, I still couldn't feel the love that he felt. I'm seriously beginning to doubt that love even exists," Justin says staring straight ahead fixated on his dark thoughts and Andrew's sudden question breaks him from his free fall into despair.
"Did you ever love anyone," Andrew asks once again having finally captured Justin's attention and he replies, "I don't like to lie about something like that. When I told you that I loved you, I meant it." "Then you don't love me now?" Surprise radiates off the blond and carefully Justin answers, "I'm not sure, Andrew. I'm not ready to love anyone, but I don't think I could ever completely stop myself for falling in love." You're a liar; you know you still love him! I'll tell him when I'm ready otherwise he'll just use my feelings against me again. "Not everyone is bad, Justin. I know that I hurt you in the past, but I learned from my mistakes and I'm nothing like Jason. You're too good to stop believing in love," Andrew argues and for once in his life he realizes just how the world sees him. Sweet and innocent.
