A/N-thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the long wait, but I hit a bad case of writer's block.

Chapter 16 Like always when Justin begins to feel happy and content, the old doubts resurface. After all, hadn't he been told all his life that he was nothing and that he deserved even less. When he starts to think everything will be okay, hasn't he always been let down? Suddenly the doubt crushes him that Jason is even dead. His blues widen with fear, his panic freezing him, and his mouth becomes dry. Even Andrew's weight against his body does nothing to reassure him the way it usually does. Silently Justin tells himself that Jason has to be dead. I shot him, I watched him die! I checked his pulse twice, and the cops assured me that he was indeed dead. There's no possible way that he can still be alive.
Instinctively Andrew knows what Justin is thinking. Shifting so he can peer into the blonde's blues, his fingers stroke the older teen's neck and his hazels shine with concern. "Baby, what's wrong," his voice is hushed, the words barely reaching Justin's ears, but the blond shakes his head and his blues become clear again. "Just thinking," Justin says with a shrug, but Andrew's eyes narrow as he interlaces their fingers stating, "Tell me what's bothering you." "I'm just waiting for everything to turn bad again," Justin admits softly knowing he sounds stupid, but Andrew rolls his eyes saying, "It wont. I love you, babe." "Love you, too"
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Justin smiles as sunlight glitters across the water like diamonds. His smile widens as Andrew innocently kisses his neck before laying his cheek against his chest. "Do you want to go home," Andrew inquires, and playing with the teen's hair Justin says, "Sure, in a little while. It's relaxing here"
Giggling Angelina gazes out the window as Andrew pulls into the driveway. Flipping through a magazine, Marianne rolls her eyes when her girlfriend squeals in delight and races to the door. Dave and Kyle glance at the bubbly blond in amusement before sharing a look of what-is-she-doing, and Kyle grins as the door opens revealing Justin and Andrew. Immediately Angelina hugs the teens, and asks giddily, "How was the date?" Standing Dave wraps an arm around Kyle's shoulders chuckling, then says, "Angelina, leave them alone." Her blues look at him with false disappointment, and a pout forms on her lips.
Smiling Andrew leads Justin upstairs to his room, and locks the door behind them. "Is she always that hyper?" Nodding the blond male scoots his brunette boyfriend back until his knees hit the bed. Smirking Andrew lays back on the bed tugging Justin on top of himself saying, "Everyone's busy downstairs." The blue eyed teen distracts him briefly with gentle kisses along his throat saying, "I know"
With the bet long forgotten, Justin succumbs to the temptation to touch and kiss Andrew all over. His skilled hands, still familiar with the boy's body even after so long, brings the brunette to whimpering and reaching out for more. Finally, they become one. This time, there's no fight for dominance as Justin enters Andrew. Though their love making is fast bringing release too quickly, they both realize all the love being poured into each movement. For once, it feels like more than just sex.
Breathlessly Andrew leans against the blond, and says, "That was amazing." Justin makes a sound of agreement, tightens his hold on him, and closes. "It's all over, isn't it?" Nodding Justin dresses Andrew then himself stating, "I still want to see his grave just to make sure." Andrew smiles following Justin downstairs, and stares at the unusual crowd.
Andrew's mother sits prim and proper while Angelina lays on her stomach kicking her feet and reading a magazine. Sitting cross legged beside her girlfriend, Marianne chats with Lynette. Dave's talking business with Tom while Kyle frets over Gabrielle's hair as she sits sipping her tea. Tilting her head, Justin asks, "Where's Jason buried?" Marianne looks startled, but says, "New York, but why do you want to know?" Glancing away, Justin tightens his grasp on Andrew's hand and states, "I just need to see it"
Marianne watches with concerned greens as Justin gnaws on his fingernails, and says, "Honey, are you sure you want to do this?" Nodding the blond male paces across the floor, and glances up when he hears the floor creak with the added weight of someone else. "Baby, are you ready?" Taking a deep breath, Justin hugs Marianne quickly before following Andrew down stairs. "Okay, so I'll drop you two off at Justin's so he can pack then Marianne and Angelina are going to the parents, while Kyle and I housesit for Justin," Dave says making sure he has everything ready. Nodding the teen's cram into Marianne's car, laughing as they scramble onto each other's laps. Finally, they pull away from Mrs. Van de Kamp's house.
Nervously Justin packs his suit case and carry on bag. His hands shaking with each article he adds. A startled gasp escapes him when his cell phone rings, and carefully he answers, "Hello?" "Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Disbelief rushes through him, a mix of cold shock and heated anger, and he states, "I'm fine, Laura Anne. I'm leaving for a few days, if not more, to go on a trip." "Are you sure it's safe for you to go so soon? I really think that you should come stay with us," she says, her tone light yet caring, but Justin rolls his eyes responding, "No, Laura Anne. I'm sorry, but this is something that I really have to do." Ending the call, Justin barely hears her last words. "But I want you here." Those words echo through his head. The plane takes off after making sure all passengers have boarded. Pressing his face against the window, Justin watches the landscape grow smaller and smaller. Finally, he slips on headphones and lets the music soothe him to sleep. Watching Justin sleep, Andrew smiles and takes the teen's hand in his own.
Swallowing hard, Justin gazes at New York with a sense of dread. The city is just too fast paced for his liking. After a good twenty minutes, they finally hail a taxi. The driver barely glances at them before taking off. Seeing the apartment complex ahead, Justin's eyes grow hard and distant. Paying the driver, the blond nods at the apartment's local prostitute as she smokes on her brief break.
"Hey, Justin. Heard 'bout your ol' man," a man says, and the blond teen glares at him. The man shivers, visibly afraid, and says, "See ya 'round, kid." Shocked, all Andrew can do is follow Justin to his apartment. The older teen knows that this place can harden a person. The apartment is pristine, no sign of the death that occurred in the bedroom or the abuse he suffered. To a stranger the place would seem nice despite the outside appearance of the place. The furniture is practically brand new, the paint is fresh, and the place seems almost homey. However, Justin knows what happened here. Finding the cemetery had been the easy part, but actually going up to the tombstone is a different story. Shaking Justin kneels before the stone and traces Jason's name. Actually seeing his grave makes Justin feel better. A little safer, even. Finally, he knows for sure that it's over. Taking Andrew's hand in his, Justin is ready for a new beginning. He's finally ready to cave in to his addiction completely.

The End