Justin's POV:

"FUCK… FUUUCK!" I screamed my guts out, as I violently punched into the steering wheel. I was mad, mostly at myself. What had I done? I just kissed some random boy. I KISSED a BOY! I'm Justin Bieber! What if he recognized me? What if someone saw me? What if they saw me kissing a boy? What if there's already a YouTube video about it? My life would be ruined. I know I'm gay… and I love boys, but I also know I love my music and my fans and performing and my crew and being a star, I don't want to give that up just to go out and date someone. I mean it's not even really worth the money and publicity, when I go out with Selena. I felt streams of sweat running down my faces and my hair was soaking wet. My eyes were burning and my face was puffy. My sweater was making me feel even hotter, so I threw it onto the backseat. After I had calmed down a little bit I checked my mobile and saw a shocking amount of missed calls from various people; Mum, Scooter and Kenny were among the people that had called most. Ugh, fuck… They're obviously worried. What the fuck should I do now? I can't be bothered getting into trouble… again. I mean it's not like I'm a saint. Going home now would only mean being grounded for like three weeks. I decided to spend the night in the car, so I climbed around in the back until I managed to fold down the backseats and prop up some pillows against the side of the car. I locked the car doors and turned up the heating to a decent temperature, so I wouldn't freeze during the night. After that I grabbed a blanket from the glove box and made myself comfortable. I took off my cap, jeans, socks and shoes, so that I was merely wearing my low cut v-neck and boxer-briefs. I put my headphones on and started drifting into a restless sleep. I kept dreaming about the kiss, I could still taste him, smell his scent and feel his warmth. Although it wasn't much more than a long peck, it had felt ineffable. I recalled the sound of his voice, the vibrations that it had sent through my ribcage. It was the first time I had come so close to another boy and it was the greatest feeling I had ever had. I wanted more. I wanted him… I… needed him. But why was I always such an ass, when it came to boys? Why had I walked away? I don't even know his name. Suddenly I was awoken by the bass of a new song on my earphones. "Damn, that's loud!" I exclaimed as I took them off. I was now sitting upright in my self-made bed. I looked down at my body and noticed I must have thrown the blanket off me. My t-shirt was soaking with sweat, so I tossed the sticky thing off. My bare chest was now finally able to breath, but because of a cold breeze going through the car my nipples were completely erect. I then realized they weren't the only body part that was standing at attention. I slipped my hands into my waistband and moved them down until my full body was revealed. I looked down at myself, free and just the way I was. I put a hand around my hard member and started slowly pulling the skin up and down. Meanwhile my other hand moved to my ass and I started massaging my sensitive area, I fantasized about the boy I had only so recently met. I rapidly felt my climax approaching. My moans were getting louder and louder, while my right index finger made it's way towards the sensitive tip of my dick. Just a few moments later strings of cum erupted out of my cock and spurted onto my stomach. I sighed and wrapped the sheet around me. My heavy breathing was now steadily decreasing. Who was he? Did he feel something when we kissed? Will I ever see him again? Those were the questions that rummaged in my head while I passed out. I woke up at about 5 am. I felt like crap, I was exhausted. How the hell can you be exhausted after sleeping? I quickly got dressed into my old clothes. After I tidied up the back seat, I climbed into the front and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn. My eyes were bloodshot and there puffed up dark bags under them, my lips were also swollen and had lost their color. I got out a bottle of mineral water from the glove compartment, I always kept one there in the case of an emergency or something. At first I let about half of it flow down my dry throat, but swallowing hurt immensely. I decided to splash some of it on my face and did so after opening the car door. What am I supposed to do now? What's the next step? Should I go looking for him? Should I go back to the hotel and get confronted by Pattie and the crew? My thoughts were interrupted as my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Selena – great. "H-Hello?" I croaked down the line. – "Justin? Justin, is that you?" – "Yeah, it's m-me." – "Justin are you alright?" – "Of course I'm alright! Anyway w-why did you call?" – "Well, we are supposed to meet today, so I thought I'd tell you where we're going and when we're meeting." – "Oh right." – "What – did you forget our date?" – "No, no, I-I just… I just hate having to do this because of our managers and being under some sort of microscope by… by everyone, our managers, my mum, my crew, the Beliebers and Selenators and not to mention the entire media." – "Justin, haven't we been over this already? There's not much we can do about it. These 'fake' relationships are just part of the way it works in this business." – "Gnngh." – "I'll be sitting in the back at 'The Velvet Lagoon' be there at 8. Don't keep me waiting.' She hung up. What a bitch.