'You're staring. It's very impolite.'

'Yeah, sorry.'

'NEVER apologize for causing chaos and anarchy.'

'In that case I'm NOT sorry.'

'And stop doing whatever a total stranger tells you also.'

Justin beamed broadly. This guy was Seth all over again, amped up to a higher level of mean with enough Phil thrown in to spice it up.

'You're the were with the squished boyfriend.'

' 'Scuse me?'

'You're excused, bathroom's down the hall. No, seriously, stupid. You're the kid I trampled at Axxess.'

'yeah...maybe...but I don't HAVE a boyfriend, let alone a squished one.'

Are you KIDDING?! Henry and Ry, slaughtered him, boom boom bang, broken ribs, poor Drew.'

Justin squirmed uncomfortably. That moment STILL haunted him, having to be held down backstage to keep from jumping into the beatdown, wailing in a scream, watching HIS Drew being destroyed.

But Drew wasn't his, he was HERS, no-good former Diva-GM, pita of his life.

'Bad memories?'

'yeah.'

'You forget them, you move on.'

More squirming. He was ready to move on but scared of it.

'I...'

Justin paused.

Couldn't speak, couldn't think.

'You want to move on.'

The word 'no' came out as 'yes'.

Not what he meant to say.

EXACTLY what he meant to say.

Easy to see at first sight, this wouldn't be a romance.

Not with Corey, there would be no smiles, no hand holding, no gifts, no silly happy love.

Justin inherited some of the mean, the anger, cruelty, it rubbed off,soaked into,took over him.

Anger flowed in his veins now.

Rage and fury combined with strong arousal made his blood boil, but it WAS Heath's fault, idiot like Wade said he was, what WAS he thinking? out there, grabbing him and holding him from BEHIND(!) and blowing in his ear.

An angry and horny Were was a dangerous Were.

And Justin was angry.

And, oh, he was horny.

Searched for his former taggie to relieve this ache.

Hunter and prey.

On the prowl.