Dandelion fluff rubbing against him, cotton ball dressed in light grey, Attack Cat, purring as she wound around a maze of colored ink artwork, permantly stabbed into his skin, surface below, with hundreds of tiny needles, beestings of creativity.
Corey rolled over, grunted in a sleepy daze, rubbed his eyes,squinted,sat up.
Heavy chain on the floor attached to collar.
Empty of a pet Justin.
Corey grimaced. The bitch had defied him yet again, rebellion he refused to accept without beating the hide off that kid first.
Then he'd beat him into apology, then sex, on his terms while Justin would have tape over his mouth to silence any protests.
First though he needed to find him.
Flat on the floor, passed out, apparently the brat had been foolish enough to attempt hooking himself up without help,stupid kid.
Corey gave Justin a good hard kick, right in the side.
Angry man's wake up call.
'Get UP stupid!'
No response.
'Get off the floor, you snot! I'm NOT carrying you to bed and I'm NOT calling for an ambulance.'
Barely breathing, barely moving.
'Fine then, lie here and bleed to death. I'M getting some sleep.'
And Corey slept content, not a care in the world, not a thought about Justin, half dead on the floor of the tattoo parlor.
His beard was gone.
The first thing he'd noticed that startled him, in the reflection on the windows outside the pub.
Second, he was at a pub.
And from what he read on a paper tossed into a rain puddle nearby it was early 2006.
His feet moved but his brain stayed put.
Slowly inched his way indoors.
Nice place, dozens of rowdy men, mainly obviously paired off, women too,nobody seeming to have a problem with same sex couples.
Justin grinned automatically. His kind of place, wonderful, loud music, terrible karaoke belted out by a tall tree of a guy, nose trying to escape his face.
wade?!
Another glance around the room, big freshly fallen snow colored guy downing drinks as if there were no tomorrow.
Sheamus! Young man with a short almost buzzcut hairdo.
Justin laughed, then felt the floor slide out beneath him.
Fell.
Fell in love.
At the bar, giving evil scowls to everyone getting too close to HIS drink, was a Drew with a slightly stained white blouse of a top, (it LOOKED like a blouse anyway) and shoulder length hair, HIS Drew who looked like he was trying out for a part in the next hobbit film.
Justin fixed his hair quickly with his hands,did the same with his plain dark blue tee and faded grey ripped jeans and walked to the man,swaying slightly and smiling.
Sat down uninvited.
And fell in love all over again.
