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Justin's Secret

By: ameliawrites1



"Shit." the first word of the surprisingly cold morning pierced the quiet bedroom, almost punishing the speaker already for sleeping in just underwear. He pushed his covers away as fast as he could while still feeling sound asleep, and was soon at his room mate's and also best friend's side, shaking him awake.

"Justin." The room mate grumbled as a way of warning, swatting his arm as if his best friend was some kind of irritating alarm clock he could switch off -- at least he'd replaced the one that hadn't done its important job that was meant to take place just over fifty minutes earlier.

"Brent, we overslept!" He called urgently yet still sleepy -- it was their first day at college as eighteen year old's and they weren't doing too well, despite the promises of working hard they knew they'd break the moment they stepped foot on the premises.

Brent was suddenly awake, his eyes wide open as he stared at his best friend who he'd known since before they could walk.

"Don't fuck with me." He spoke slowly. Usually he wouldn't care, but the first day at college is quite an important one last time he'd checked.

"We literally have ten minutes to get our asses to class!" Justin fretted, envying the fact Brent had showered the night before so he didn't really need one this morning. All he had to do was get dressed and brush his teeth, but knowing him he'd spent more time needed on his hair. Justin rolled his eyes at the thought, even though he was exactly the same.

Justin grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower, not even having time for a five minute one. He washed his small, 5'5 body with one hand and was brushing his teeth with the other, not having time to even shave anything like he had planned to, but couldn't tear the razor away from his armpits despite the time. How he hated hair on his body (even though it was all little blonde hairs) other than his head, eyelashes and eyebrows. Even his legs -- he didn't like the way it felt; even on lovers it was a turn off.

To others, it would be because he was gay, which was valid in his eyes and was part of it -- but he, his family and Brent only knew the real reason why he chose to make certain decisions that wasn't deemed as normal for his sex (well, the sex people thought he was), gay or not.

Barely washing the watery soap off of his slim figure, he turned the shower off and jumped out, the air cold compared to the warm water. He didn't have time to notice how it nipped at his skin before he was hiking a towel around his waist and opening the door to the bathroom, letting the steam enter the bedroom.

"Finally." Brent mumbled, ready and as handsome as always, despite only having six minutes to do it all in. He went in and brushed his teeth. Justin didn't care the door was still open, Brent had seen him nude plenty of times and vice versa -- he removed his towel (ignoring Brent's whistle) and dried off all the water droplets, leaving himself just damp before pulling on the outfit he'd thought was cute for his first day (and was forever grateful he'd laid it out the night before).

Finally almost ready with two minutes to spare, Justin looked at himself in the mirror and frowned.

"Couldn't even wash my hair!" He complained, even though he'd washed it yesterday morning.

He styled it and applied a small bit of concealer to hide the nearly visible circles under his eyes, not having time to make it barely visible around his face. He didn't like people knowing he wore makeup (even the tiniest amount just to even his skin tone -- he didn't have even a tiny pimple) and he didn't have time to perfect it so it was left to nothing.

"We could just say we were lost?" Justin offered once they'd finally left the room, getting ready in just twelve minutes. "We're only going to be five minutes late, aren't we?"

Brent nodded at his smaller friend. At 6'3, nearly a whole foot taller, and a whole lot more masculine than his feminine friend they made the odd pair, but a good one. "I just hate that we're in separate classes." He mumbled. He'd always been in all or most of Justin's classes, now he was only in just one.

"You're two doors down." Justin snickered, getting the gist of the layout of the college, quickly being able to find his way.

"Still, I don't like not being with you." As much as this made Brent seem like a lover, he was far from it; both of them knew what he meant. Since a young age, Justin never really got along with boys, and opted to be friends with girls. A lot of males found it intimidating how feminine he was -- even as youngsters, so Brent has been protecting him from bullies since day one. Justin doesn't think he could have made it this far without his best friend, given his extremely down low situation that made him more insecure than anything.

They stood outside Justin's class, which still had students arriving, and by the looks of it, the classes were very laid back since it was the first day. They were both relieved, peering in to see it was just the teacher letting people talk, getting to know their classmates for the year before starting class.

"At least my parents called up about the room -- think what would've happened if I was put in with a stranger?" Justin cringed, looking down at his shoes, new, purchased specially for college and not a speck of dirt on them. "They'd find out straight away." He mumbled sadly, but then shrugged at the look on Brent's face. "Let's get this over with then, eh?"

Brent smiled fondly down at his best friend. "Text me how it is, okay?" he asked, pulling Justin in for a hug.

Justin laughed, shaking his head. "It's college Brent -- everyone's going to be different now. How many cases of bright heads of colored hair and that new hipster fashion have we seen? I'm sure a gay kid won't be anything out of the ordinary. They don't know I'm different." He mumbled the last part quietly, pulling back from the comforting embrace. "You're more worried than me -- maybe even my parents." He snickered.

"I know. Meet me here afterwards yeah?"

Justin nodded, and with a smile, he walked into his class only just short of five minutes late. The teacher didn't mind, as stated previously it was just ice breakers. Justin all of a sudden felt his anxiety increasing -- who would he speak to? He only had two of his classes today, but he didn't know anyone well enough to speak to in these ice breakers, and suddenly he wanted Brent back while he waited for someone to approach him.

Throughout the 'lesson', a pretty girl did come up to him, sensing his shyness. Justin went bright red -- she thought it was adorable and suddenly he was invited to talk with a small group of, surprise surprise, girls. Not that he minded. He always found them much easier to talk to, and obviously not knowing them very well (but it was obvious some of them knew each other) they ended up talking about hot male celebrities. Justin noticed he got strange looks from people, mainly boys, but he was used to homophobia by now so it hardly bothered him.

"How was it?" Brent asked once it had finished.

"Okay." Justin mumbled with a sigh. "Only girls wanted to talk to me and that was about boys. What a surprise? I'm going to be single forever." 

Brent just smirked at his friends usual negativity with boys, and put a comforting arm around him to rest on his shoulder. It still surprised Justin that Brent was so affectionate towards him even in public, but it was nice nonetheless. Brent was definitely straight, but he was very comfortable with himself and that was enough for him to show affection to his small friend without a care. Even if he wasn't, he had too much love for Justin to pretend they weren't friends. It didn't bother him at all, besides he found that having a gay friend that was good at talking to girls got him a good lay most of the time. Justin was the perfect wing man.

The two had an hour break before their next lesson, and decided to spend it in their dorm together, talking about their first period. "I'd rather skip to the learning." Brent mumbled, flopping down on his back on his bed. Justin followed and laid down next to his masculine friend.

"Me too. The ice breakers are awkward and horrible."

"Oh." Brent said, as if he'd just remembered something important. "Jason Anderson was in my--"

"What!" Justin screeched. "Jason was in your lesson and you didn't tell me!"

"And so it begins." Brent laughed, listening to Justin ramble on about the crush he'd had on the very handsome boy that'd lasted years. Jason and Brent were on the same basketball team in high school so Justin met him through his best friend, and had been hooked since. At 6'2, a body any male would die for, gorgeous brown eyes and hair that always seems to be perfect, girls had been falling all over him forever. If his absolutely perfect appearance wasn't enough for Justin, Jason was also always very sweet to him whenever they spoke. He had manners and he was funny, and Justin couldn't have fallen any further off a cliff than he had for Jason Anderson.

Brent listened to Justin curse him out for being a bad friend for not telling him (jokingly of course) and watched all of his insecurities, anxieties yet excitement surface blatantly from his best friend.

"Asshole!" Justin called with a smile, pushing his chest. Brent could tell he was happy but nervous, and it made him smile. Justin deserved the best in his eyes, and he knew Jason was a good guy. The part that made him sad was that he was straight as far as he knew.

"And did you know there's been rumors over the summer that he's hooked up with guys?" Justin continued to ramble on about for the millionth time. 

"I know, I told you that." Brent laughed.

Justin ignored the comment. "Small guys! Like me! Oh my God. Do you know what this means?" He gushed.

Brent looked at him with a pity smile when he realized Justin was waiting for an answer. Justin sighed, and Brent watched him deflate like a balloon with a small hole.

"I know." Justin mumbled. "Even if he had done it I don't have a chance." He flopped onto his back beside Brent again.

Brent sighed, watching his best friend clearly upset by the true facts of what Justin is, and rubbed his belly which he knew he loved in an attempt to cheer him up.

"I just don't want you to get ahead of yourself. I don't want you hurt."

"I know -- too late." Justin crinkled his nose. "I hate this. Why couldn't I have just been born a boy down there as well as in my mind? I hate hiding myself--" He cut himself off before he cried. He promised he wouldn't cry about this anymore, yet he hadn't even made it through his first day of college without the tears.

Brent noticed it though, pulling Justin in for a cuddle, making him the little spoon. Justin objected and turned around so he was facing his best friend's chest that had comforted him many times before.

"Sorry." Justin mumbled, clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut to stop the waterworks.

"It's fine." He comforted honestly. "It's fine."

*** 

Justin headed to his first class actually on time. It was now his second day at college. Yesterday, the second class worse than the first and right now Brent was on the other side of the building, so his anxieties were rising already. He'd been offered to have his best friend walk him to class, but Justin was fed up with being dependent all the time. How was he going to make friends and be himself with Brent there, caring for him all the time?

Justin swallowed and entered the class, with only about ten people in there, talking. He licked his lips anxiously and took a seat in the corner alone. 

The only thing that was good about today is he had time and washed and blow-dried his hair and perfected the small makeup he was dying to wear yesterday. The steamy, relaxing thirty minute shower didn't do any harm either. He'd hoped he hadn't moaned too loud during a certain activity that had made his shower so long that Brent may have heard, but he doubted he was very quiet. He never was, and suddenly he was blushing. He wouldn't be surprised if his neighbors in the college had heard him at one point, but he couldn't help how good he could make himself feel. 

That was the only downfall about sharing a room now. He couldn't think of one when he found out he was rooming with Brent, but whilst he packed his small toy the night before leaving, he couldn't see an opportunity to ever use it. It was already beginning to become a problem.

He opted to stop thinking about it before he worked himself up and took out his cell to start texting Brent and his other best friend Becca, who was in the college somewhere too.

'Bored already. No one to talk to. Mcdonalds after class? Xx' he sent to both of them after creating a group chat.

'Sure!' Becca replied incredibly fast, as usual. 'How's Matt?;)xx' Justin cringed. Becca was the friend that Justin told everything about boys to -- he didn't let his secret (that she didn't know about) hold him back from, what Becca calls it, his inner slut, which may have come out the weekend before and had treated 'Matt' to his plump lips. 

Matt wasn't the first boy to get this treatment though, but that was all Justin had done with boys. He hated the thought of the secret between his legs holding him back so he got out there as much as possible. Brent knew about his tendencies due to the rumors of Justin tending to get around that flew around high school a lot, but never the details.

'Matt? Sure sounds good x' Brent added. Justin only told him things about Jason when it came to boys -- he couldn't hold that in. 

'Becca be quiet! And okay, Mcdonalds it is. Meet me outside after this hell! Xx'

Justin sighed and sat back, opting to put in his earphones, when someone familiar walked in. Justin felt his face grow with embarrassment as his crush spotted him from across the room, and started to approach him.

Justin's Secret Ch. 02



"Jason!" Justin tried to be cool. "Brent told me you came here." He rambled, feeling his face grow increasingly red.

"Yeah. I know so many people here but it's so big no ones in my classes." He snickered, setting his bag on the table. 

Justin admired him, thinking to himself how impossible it is that Jason had gotten even more gorgeous over the summer. He had a tan now and his light brown hair had been colored with a few blonde streaks by the sun. It made him look so much more attractive – not to mention how much more toned he'd gotten too.

"Um. Yeah. Me too." Justin finally conversed.

"Mind if I sit?"

"Oh, of course!"

'Jason's in my class. Sitting next to me. Talking to me. Omg. Xx' Justin sent into the group chat, mainly to make himself look like he had a lot of people to text, and also because he was excited.

'He mentioned he was taking Psychology :) xx' Brent replied.

'You're such an asshole!!! You could have prepared me!!! omg xx'

Trying his best to seem more attractive, he pursed his lips a little, showing off what most guys went crazy for and his favorite part of his body. He knew they were pink, plump and perfect for his favorite activity.

"Do you stay in the dorms?" Jason asked, making conversation as eyes flicked down to his mouth.

His pursed lips stretched into a sly smile – he'd got him. "Uh yeah actually, sucks dick for privacy though." Justin chose his words carefully and cleverly, using a tone he hoped came off as sexy but not too obvious.

"You'd know about that." Jason remarked, taking his own lip in between his teeth.

Justin's eye brows raised and eyes widened. "Excuse me?" he asked, flushing.

Snickering, Jason replied: "I'm just playing – but I've heard certain rumors."

Justin was in shock he'd bring up such a thing when they didn't really know each other that well and had only spoken a few times before. Was he hitting on him or just being a jerk? He never would've thought Jason was a jerk, but he didn't think he'd hit on him either.

"Rumors. You have no idea if they're true." Justin smiled sensually, oddly liking the attention. He'd always liked male attention, especially sexually, but no one had ever confronted him on rumors before. He was shocked how much he was responding to it – but then again, it was Jason. He suddenly felt hot that Jason knew of his tendencies. He didn't think this is the direction his day would go but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"I have a pretty good idea." 

Justin was still red, but not with embarrassment. "Yeah?" Jason just smiled. "Well I've heard some things about you too!" Justin retorted with a smile – were they flirting, he thought? They couldn't be. Not with Jason Anderson. It seemed so unreal to Justin.

The conversation from then made Justin happy, more than he could comprehend. He'd always been a content person, never had anything to complain about other than his secret, but this had sent him over the moon. Jason made him laugh, and although they talked about literally nothing, the conversation was never dry at any point.

That is, until just over five minutes later, where the teacher announced that we needed to mingle with others and that was the point of the ice breakers. So, Justin and Jason were separated and put with another pair every few minutes to talk with. It was beyond awkward and Justin found himself wishing to be paired with Jason again, but to his dismay it never happened.

After class, Jason did stop him though, and it made Justin's heart rate pick up.

"That was terrible." He laughed. "Sit in the same seats next lesson though? You're the only person I could really talk to properly 'cause I know you."

Justin thought he'd melt right there. "Of course." He swooned. Jason smiled, clapped him lightly on the back and then turned to walk away. Justin stared at, of course, his ass as he walked with his backpack hanging smoothly off of one shoulder. He walked with soaring confidence and Justin loved it.

'Done, meet me outside :) xx' Justin texted his friends with a smile and a dreamy sigh, ready to tell them just about everything.

Which he happily did so as they met up outside the college – on the short walk to McDonald's, Justin didn't spare a single detail, and finished when they'd sat down with their food. He finished what he was saying with another dreamy sigh.

"Sorry to go on but..." Justin just smiled, sipping his vanilla milkshake.

"Aw, that's so exciting!" Becca encouraged, getting a look from Brent. "What's your problem?"

He rolled his eyes. "You've heard the rumors Justin. He wasn't in a relationship with those guys – he used them and that was the end of it. He's a good guy yeah, but I don't want to see you hurt." Brent explained, biting into his burger.

Justin just smirked. "I'm like the king of one night stands – I know what I'm doing."

"He does have a point though." Becca's voice sounded strained. "Don't get yourself hurt."

"I won't." Justin complained. He didn't want to hear this, he wanted his friends to be excited for him and that wasn't what he was getting.

*** 

The weekend had finally come – it seemed like forever even though their first day was on a Wednesday. Justin hadn't had class with Jason since to his dismay, and was still getting little lectures from his friends whenever he even mentioned his crush. It had him frustrated and so on his Friday night, he was sitting on his front on his bed with a book in his hands, relaxing in just underwear.

"How do you have a party already?" Justin mumbled, flicking another page over, although a little excited Brent was going out so he could use his toy for the first time while at college. The limited time in the shower every morning really wasn't cutting it, and as much as he loved his best friend he couldn't wait for him to leave.

"It's college?" Brent snickered. "I invited you – why aren't you getting ready?" He asked, picking the book up out of his friend's hands and closing it, placing it on the bedside table.

"Brent!" Justin whined, sitting up. "Parties just aren't my thing. Why'd you do that?"

Brent rolled his eyes. "They are now. Come on." He pulled his smaller friend up so he was standing, pulling him over to his closet.

"No!" Justin protested, pushing back. "You've never wanted me to go to one before, why now?" He asked, looking up at Brent, hating being almost an entire foot smaller than him. It had its disadvantages, and this was definitely one of them.

"Jason will be there." Brent tempted.

"You've been saying all week not to get with him and now you're tempting me with him! What's your deal? Gosh." Though Justin was seeming as if he was against the party, he was definitely more swayed to go now that Brent had mentioned who was going. He felt pathetic but he really couldn't help it – he felt just one night with Jason would make his life.

"Because you never enjoy yourself!" Brent fired back, pulling clothes out of his friends' wardrobe, picking an outfit for the smaller boy. "You would be sat here reading all night if you don't come – I'd rather you be with Jason than that. I want you to actually have fun for once, I'm not having you spending your college years sitting around." He pulled out a leather jacket and looked at Justin, wondering why he had it, but he picked it out for him to wear anyway.

"That's ridiculous. I enjoy reading, you enjoy parties."

Brent just rolled his eyes and left it at that, picking out a pair of dark wash slim fit jeans and a white t-shirt to go with the jacket. Justin protested the entire time, even though he wanted to go now that he knew Jason was there.

"I'm not drinking though." Justin mumbled, feeling defeated as he pulled on his outfit. He preferred his previous plans, and was almost gutted he wouldn't have his release he so badly needed tonight.

"You say that." 

Although Justin was actually petrified for what the night would bring him, it was actually quite nice when him, Brent and Becca turned up at the party that had started an hour ago (Justin insisted on being fashionably late). It was full of people from their high school – obviously everyone had parted ways to do their own thing, so to be with everyone again was a nice feeling. It did pair with the feeling of running off somewhere to hide in Justin though – as he looked around, all he could see was the faces of boys he'd given a favor to. It felt to him as if they were mocking him with their friends, he'd never felt more of a whore in his life.

He hid it well though, clinging to Brent's side. No one would mess with him while he was with his best friend, he was one of the biggest guys at the party.

His friend had already cracked open a beer and it made him feel uneasy. After he'd started drinking, there was no going back to the college unless Justin was willing to walk the whole way in the dark. He knew straight away this was a bad idea.

"I want to go." He whimpered, thinking how pathetic he'd sounded as he hid into Brent's chest, taking his eyes off of the mass of teenagers grinding, drinking, making out – he didn't like this scene, not one bit.

"Lighten up." Brent offered, palming his back comfortingly with his hand. "Have a drink. Just a beer. It'll help you chill out, okay?"

Justin cringed at the sour taste of the drink, but he kept drinking it anyway. He hadn't had alcohol before, he never really wanted or needed to, but if he wasn't going back to the college he at least didn't want to be in his right mind. He knew Brent would take care of him no matter what state he got into, so the beers kept coming. He hoped he wasn't being annoying, clinging onto Brent while he drank, but he really didn't know what else to do.

"This was a bad idea." Justin whimpered, now on his second drink in just ten minutes. He could feel the alcohol taking it's toll already and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

Brent sighed. "I'll walk you back soon if you want? I didn't realize you wouldn't like it this much."

"No – then you have to walk back by yourself. I'll just go." Justin mumbled.

"It's rough here – no. I'm walking you or you're staying."

"Stop acting like you own me." Justin snapped, pushing Brent away. "I'll go if I want to go."

He rolled his eyes. "But you won't, will you? You wouldn't even walk by yourself, especially now it's dark. Just stay, it's not so bad." Brent offered, which was enough to coax the pouting boy back into his arms.

"Isn't there anything else to drink?" Justin asked with a cringe, mid way through his second beverage. 

"Probably." Brent mumbled, wandering off to the kitchen with Justin following closely. Justin watched him pour orange juice into a cup with something that looked like just water.

"What is it?"

"Try it."

Hesitating, Justin lifted the drink to his lips. Whatever the watery stuff was, he definitely couldn't taste it over the strong taste of the orange juice, but the slight burn in his throat that made him feel warm was enough to indicate it was strong.

"What is it?" He repeated.

"Orange and vodka. Nice isn't it?" Brent asked with a smile. Justin just nodded, drinking it like it was actually orange juice. It went to his head straight away.

"I want more." Justin mumbled with a giggle, actually detaching himself from Brent for the first time since they arrived to go fetch himself another of the drink that made him feel so nicely dizzy. He could feel his best friend's eyes on him as he went to the kitchen, pouring himself a second glass.

"You might want to slow down." Someone said to him with a soft laugh.

"Matt." Justin almost slurred with a smile, taking a sip of his fourth alcoholic drink that night.

"Like I said, slow down." Matt offered with a smile, pulling the cup from his lips. "You'll be sick before you know it."

Justin made a face. "Brent will take care of me." He decided, but didn't raise the cup to his lips. He wanted to chill out, not make himself sick. That would only lead to embarrassment.

"Are you two fucking?"

Justin blushed. "No, he's my best friend! Don't be so crude."

"Good." He smiled, pulling Justin's drink away from him completely to put it on the side. Justin whimpered, letting himself be pulled away by him. He was quite tipsy by this point, so he wasn't about to resist any sort of company, even if that company was pulling him to the upstairs bathroom.

Justin knew instantly what he was getting at as he locked them inside.

"No kissing." Justin reminded Matt of his rule as he got onto his knees. Matt had tried to kiss him last time but Justin hadn't had his first kiss yet – he wasn't about to have that with someone who only wanted head from him. Plus, he didn't know how and he didn't want to look silly.

The tiled floor was cold and uncomfortable, but nothing was going to stop him from his favorite thing to do. Though the alcohol was having its effects, he knew exactly what he was doing – he'd done it literally countless times. He pulled the familiar tool out from it's confines, and went to work straight away.

Matt stared at Justin's lips as they bobbed up and down his cock enthusiastically. It was a sight he couldn't get tired of – lips so perfect belonged in porn, he thought, not exactly the most charming of boys. He'd never had head so good, feeling the vibrations of the boy kneeling before him moaning. It made the experience a million times better for him – he'd never had anyone so enthusiastic than Justin.

Sooner than he would've liked, he was getting extremely close just from watching Justin take his whole length in his mouth – something else that had also not been done by anyone else before. It amazed him to the point of finishing early; the only downfall.

"On your face." He managed to grunt, pulling out, his mouth spilling a series of moans.

Before Justin could protest because it would ruin his makeup and probably his hair, the far from charming boy had already clenched his hair in his fist and was already releasing streaks of cum onto his face. Justin whined, trying to catch most of it in his mouth but he didn't really succeed, feeling it splatter over his cheeks, eyelids and up to his bangs.

Once he'd finished, Matt only muttered a quick 'thanks' before unlocking the door and leaving.

Justin whined again, wiping the mess from his eyelids so he could open them, only to find he'd left the door wide open. He'd also left five dollars on the sink – Justin never felt so degraded by someone, but he couldn't explain why he was absolutely soaked and throbbing between his legs. He'd loved every moment of the disrespect.

To make matters worse than cum in his hair, once he'd gotten up and taken a look at the mess in the mirror, Brent found him.

"Really?" He asked. "I turn away for one minute and you're already off with some guy?" Justin thought he was mad but then he started to laugh. "You look a right state!" He chuckled, locking the door.

Justin just sighed. "It's in my hair." He mumbled, turning the sink faucets on and putting in the plug.

"Slut." Brent remarked with a chuckle, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the side of the bathtub and putting it beside the sink. "Money?" He asked, sounding confused. "Are you selling yourself?"

"No!" Justin shrieked, wiping his face with a towel. It seemed weird being with Brent in a state like this. He narrowed it down to the alcohol taking his cares away. "I wiped my eyes and it was just there, I didn't ask. So embarrassing." He mumbled, dipping the hair that had mess in it into the warm water, rubbing shampoo into it. "Plus, I would've charged at least ten. Who do you think I am?" He joked, making both of them chuckle.

"Are you going to take it?" Brent asked curiously.

"No." Justin mumbled. "You have it. I feel gross about it." He offered, already stuffing the note into his friends pocket.

Brent shrugged, not seeing the point in rejecting some money. "Dan has a sister – let me text him and ask if we can find some makeup in her room. I don't think she's in." He asked, pulling out his phone.

Justin almost moaned. "You're a beautiful friend."

"Come on then." Brent said once Justin was all cleaned up.

The pair headed blindly towards Dan's sisters room, not knowing which one it was. It was awkward opening the door to Dan's room, as there was a couple going at it in there. Once found, they were relieved that no one was occupying the room, and Justin tried not to use excess amounts of makeup as that didn't seem right.

The foundation was a shade darker than his tone, but he managed to work it in fine. He also found a blow dryer and a rounded brush to sort out the front of his hair, and within ten minutes he was as presentable as when he arrived.

"Stupid Matt." He mumbled as they left, rising a chuckle out of Brent.

To Justin's delight, his drink was still on the side. The strong alcohol washed out the taste of cock on his tongue, but he wasn't sure which one he preferred. He liked them both he decided, swirling the drink around his mouth.

"People are already talking." Becca mumbled in Justin's ear. He wasn't sure if she was sober as she gave him a stern look that almost frightened him.

"About what?" He asked innocently, but of course he knew.

She rolled her eyes. "Just be careful. You went up with Matt and came down with Brent. It's looking suspicious."

"I would never with Brent!" Becca cocked an eyebrow. "A few times two years ago! That was all."

She rolled her eyes a second time, crossing her arms. "Just be careful. I don't like this reputation of yours. Are you being safe?"

"God, you sound like my mother." Justin avoided, walking the short distance to the snack table, munching on a few crisps while sipping his drink.

"I mean it Justin – you don't know who's got what these days." Becca placed her head on her friend's shoulder, genuinely concerned. "Did you use a condom?"

"All I did was suck him off, Jesus!"

He got a little shove for that comment. "Even still! I'm assuming you didn't. I'm so taking you to the clinic soon."

Justin gave an unsatisfied grunt, continuing to pick on the little party foods. "Why do I feel like all you and Brent are doing lately is bitch at me? Am I really making that terrible decisions? I was going to stay home and read tonight until he dragged me out!" He downed the rest of his drink out of frustration, putting the cup down on the table.

"We're just trying to protect you – what if you get an STD? You might have one right now and you could be spreading it. Just be safe, that's all I'm trying to say." Becca stated sympathetically, pulling her clearly stressed out best friend into a comforting cuddle. "I'm not bitching. I just want you safe."

"I know." He sighed, not realizing how much he'd needed a cuddle. "I probably could be more careful..." He admitted.

"And as for this reputation! Keep it on the down low you slut." She joked, smiling wide at her friend.

Justin rolled his eyes. "Shut up and pig out with me."

"I'd be happy to."

Three more of the lovely orange and vodka's Justin had taken a liking to, drunk was an understatement. He was clearly a lightweight and did anything but put a small amount of the spirit in ratio to the orange juice, resulting in him getting absolutely smashed for the first time ever. He was trying to act sober but it wasn't really working for him, clinging onto Brent because he could barely stand for himself.

"Sorry." Justin mumbled sheepishly, but then was in hysterical laughter.

Brent smiled down at him, finding the situation hilarious. He'd made sure that he hadn't gone upstairs with anyone else despite Justin's protests – that might reveal his secret while he's in this state. A lot of guys had wanted something from him upon hearing the rumors he was on Matt so quickly (and the suspicions of his best friend afterwards too), so Brent had put a stop to all of it. The last thing Justin wanted was to be found out because of one drunk night after eighteen years of hiding so well.




Justin's Secret Ch. 02



Neither of them really understood why a lot of guys went for Justin considering he was a guy – maybe just for a laugh with their friends to see if they could score, but it wasn't like Justin was very masculine. He wore makeup, his lips were so feminine, and most of the girls here would kill for his ass. Even through his jeans, you could tell his thighs supported a great one. He had more feminine features than masculine, so it wasn't as if it was much of a difference.

A couple of hours had passed and Justin had seen no sign of Jason, mainly because of Brent's protectiveness distracting him. He searched the crowd for him, and was delighted that he wasn't too far away. Subtly, he made his way over to him, not caring if Brent was behind or not.

"I haven't seen you all night." Justin started, hoping his tone came off as sexy. Now that he'd started the conversation he had no idea what to talk about. He felt silly, and he could feel his cheeks flushing red.

"Yeah, you've been a little busy." His crush smirked, turning away from his friends to make it a conversation just between them two. Justin nearly swooned out loud.

"Oh shush, so have a lot of people." Justin also smirked, feeling superior. He loved that Jason knew about it.

"Don't you care about your reputa–"

Justin sighed loudly, interrupting him. "If one more person goes on about my God damn reputation." Even though it was Jason who said it, the comment annoyed him. That's all anyone was prepared to go on about to him anymore. Obviously he didn't or else he wouldn't go off with so many guys.

He turned to walk away, hoping Jason would come after him. He got exactly what he wanted – Jason grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back, closer than they were previously.

"I was just asking." Jason looked sympathetic. "I saw the way Matt took off with you. You didn't look so sure." He'd lowered his voice. Justin thought it was sweet.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "I was fine. Kind of used to it I suppose."

Jason didn't look too pleased about that. "Did you get with Brent afterwards? Everyone thinks so."

Justin shook his head, growing hot but not with embarrassment. "He came up to check on me, nothing else."

"He's a little protective, isn't he?" Jason laughed.

Justin just shrugged, still smiling at the fact he was talking to Jason. "He has a reason to be."

"Yeah? What would that be?" Jason's voice kept getting lower. 

Even in his state, Justin noticed their bodies were coming closer as they were talking. He really didn't have any conception of what they were talking about, as soon as he'd said something it was forgotten, but he loved the contact between the two. It seemed like they were flirting, Justin could have sworn they were.

"If you get to know me you might find out." Justin was smiling cheekily, playing with the necklace Jason was wearing. It all felt so intimate.

Before Jason could reply, Brent was approaching them, a girl on his arm.

"I'm going upstairs for a bit." He said quietly to the two. "Make sure he doesn't." Brent said to just Jason, making both of them laugh – even the girl.

Justin just huffed. "I'm not a child." He mumbled, then felt Jason's hand at his hip, almost reassuring him. Brent then just walked away with a smile, leading the girl upstairs. "Hmph." Justin rolled his eyes, feeling sour. "I won't even go upstairs – I'll just go back." He snorted. "I don't need a babysitter."

Justin was out of Jason's grip. As much as he didn't like that, he didn't like that Brent had just embarrassed him in front of his crush either. He was leaving – he was going to get back to the college just fine, even as intoxicated as he was. He didn't need a babysitter and he was going to prove it.

He grabbed his jacket that was slung over the couch, and put it on as he set off outside. It was absolutely freezing, the cold nights air nipping at the skin that wasn't even exposed as he walked. He pulled his phone out and checked the time – it was one in the morning but he wasn't bothered. He could get back to the college fine.

He started on his long journey. He wasn't familiar with the area yet, but he was almost sure he knew where he was going, heading left from the noise.

"Wrong way." A chilled voice called from where he'd just parted.

He turned back, looking at the face that made him weak at the knees. "Excuse me?" He called back.

Jason approached him. "I said, you're going the wrong way. Come on." He urged, holding his hand out.

Was he holding his hand out to take, Justin thought? He left him hanging, not sure what to do. He was embarrassed for one thing.

"You don't have to take me home. I'm not a baby."

"No, you're not." Jason started, actually taking his hand. Justin flushed. "But you're drunk and clearly upset in a rough neighborhood. I don't have to but I'm going to." He coaxed in a warming tone, waiting until Justin was going to comply with walking instead of pulling him. He didn't want Justin to feel pushed around.

Justin, obviously, ended up walking with him instead of against him. He was excited – Jason had never paid him this much attention in his entire life. He felt giddy inside, and although he was trying to avoid it, he was smiling as he stumbled along holding Jason's hand for support.

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i'm not sure i really like this addition. if you didn't either, i promise the following one will be a lot better.

thanks for reading! i loved the positive feedback i got last time so thank you!



Justin's Secret Ch. 03



The dull, painful throb in his head woke Justin up from his dead to the world slumber. His mouth and throat were dry and all he could taste the drink he was so fond of the night before -- it made him almost gag. 'How could something so nice be so disgusting the following day', he thought. With a low groan of discomfort, he somehow lifted his head from his pillow, spying on a cup filled with water on his bedside table.

He almost moaned in pure delight as he grabbed it, treating his parched throat to the whole cup of refreshing liquid, wondering why it was there in the first place.

Memories flooded back from the previous night and he narrowed it down to Jason or Brent putting it there. He briefly remembered Jason coming in to help him to bed, but as soon as his head hit the pillow Justin was asleep.

He put the cup down on the side of the table and slid his legs out of his already unbuttoned jeans, throwing them onto the floor and taking in his new comfort with a sigh. Despite his headache, Justin got up and went to the bathroom, quickly locating his toothbrush to his mouth to get rid of the terrible taste of vodka. Once done, he couldn't have made a faster journey to his bed, snuggling back into its warmth.

He checked his phone, not thinking anything of it, and the comfort of being back in his covers was soon drained away with guilt. There were a bunch of texts, voice mails and miscalls from Brent after Justin had sent him the very misspelled message just consisting of 'I'm going back' that Jason had told him to send. Jason also told him to say who was escorting him home to avoid worry, but being in the bitchy mood Justin was in, decided to make his best friend think he went by himself.

The texts and voice mails were all Brent completely freaking out. Justin almost cried when he read them -- Brent had gone out looking for Justin and everything, judging by the text that said 'where are you now? I'm coming to find you. This isn't funny.' Justin felt horrible -- sick even, as he looked over to Brent's bed to find him sleeping peacefully. Justin wondered how he could've done that to him, make him worry so much that his little drunk friend was wondering around aimlessly in a rough neighborhood alone. Just for a silly comment.

Justin then did all he knew what to do when he was upset, and left his own bed, climbing into his best friend's one for a cuddle. He heard Brent stir in his sleep, and he prayed he hadn't woken him up, but Justin knew he had when he felt him stretch.

"You're a fucking asshole." Brent mumbled sleepily as Justin made himself the little spoon and interrupted his sleep, but pulled him in closer with his arm anyway.

"I'm so sorry." Justin continued, sensing the lightness in his tone but feeling terribly guilty nonetheless. "Jason walked me -- it wasn't just me by myself."

"Jason, huh?" He asked, not sounding fully with it still.

Justin nodded, his cheeks hurting with the smile that brought out. He hadn't really thought about it yet, worrying over Brent and all. "Uh yeah, I guess."

"Mm, talk later." Brent grumbled before closing his eyes and making himself comfortable for more sleep.

Justin did the same, but wasn't able to fall asleep. He was too busy trying to remember details about the previous night, and cringed at a lot of them. 

He hadn't stopped talking the whole way back to the dorms, and vividly remembered asking Jason if he was gay, getting just a laugh in response. He also remembered calling him sexy, and recalled shamefully that he'd given Jason the details on certain guys he'd been with previously. He even remembered asking for his number at his doorstep (and grinned because he'd gotten it), but the thing that stood out most is that he remembered telling him he had a huge secret only Brent knew.

Justin suddenly felt uncomfortable even though he was in his major comfort zone. He didn't mind the other mortifying details -- they could easily be laughed off, he even got Jason's number but the fact he'd said he had a secret made him wonder if he'd given anything away or if Jason had gotten it out of him and he couldn't recall.

Interrupting his thoughts, Justin's phone buzzed. He sighed heavily, reaching out to it, simultaneously feeling grateful his headache was fading.

'How's the head?'

"Oh my God." Justin whispered out loud. "Oh my God." He repeated, louder than the first time, but quiet enough not to wake Brent a second time. He'd never felt so excited and nervous in his whole life, but he tried to keep his cool as he typed back a message.

'It's alright actually! Thank you for walking me back :) sorry if I was annoying or anything ha'

Justin was over the moon, feeling sick to his stomach all because of butterflies. He was actually texting his crush -- he'd never been so glad to have gotten completely mortal.

Almost immediately, he got a text back, making him bite his lip in pure happiness at the fact he was getting quick replies.

'Good. it's no prob. You were fine, it was really funny. hope you and Brent are okay x'

"Good God." Justin mumbled to himself, laying down on his back and putting his phone on his chest. Getting a text from Jason was enough excitement for one rough morning, let alone another and a kiss -- he felt almost pathetic but he couldn't help it. He was finally getting what he wanted.

'Oh good! Yeah we're fine, it was the drink that was the problem.. x'

A few minutes passed after that message had been sent, and Justin's eyes were glued to the screen, wondering doubtfully if the stud was going to reply. Whenever his message tone went off, Justin squealed quietly to himself.

'I assumed that;) I'll see you in psychology Monday then :) x'

Justin almost cried, out of sadness or happiness he didn't know -- it felt like Jason was ending the conversation with that comment.

'Yepp x' He replied bluntly, knowing that whenever he was short with a guy they usually came running after him instead of trying to drop him. He knew how to work boys, wrap them around his finger, but with Jason he really didn't know. He'd never had a romantic interest in someone before, so he didn't know whether his techniques with sexual interests would have the same effect.

He didn't get a reply from Jason after that, but he continued to stare at his phone, becoming more heartbroken with every minute that passed.

"This is the part where you reply asking me out." Justin grumbled to his phone, dropping it onto the floor with full intentions to hurt Jason through it somehow.

*** 

Monday came too quickly for his liking, but Justin was still excited for his first lesson, which was his first on Tuesday's and Wednesday's too. He hated that he only had it three times a week, but it did make him look forward to Monday's which he ruled out as a plus.

"Are you going out tonight?" Justin asked hopefully as he applied his foundation with a brush, seeing his friend emerge from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"You've been asking me that every night since we got here." Brent laughed, removing the towel around his waist to dry off the rest of his body.

Justin shrugged, swiping the brush across his face, making sure to make it as natural as possible. "Just wondering."

"Do you have someone coming over?" Brent asked in a curious tone, pulling on his underwear, catching Justin's eyes in the mirror.

Justin flushed red through his makeup. "No." He mumbled adamantly. He wished.

"Who is it?" Brent gushed with a knowing smile, coming up beside him. "Have you met someone?"

"No, Brent." Justin only blushed harder.

"You have! You're red." He stated, smirking now, playfully pushing his friend. "Come on, why don't you tell me about these things? Who is it? I can go out if you need me to."

Justin gave up, his shoulders slouching, sighing in defeat. "Could you please?" He asked so quietly Brent wasn't sure he heard.

"I knew it!" He concluded loudly, still pushing for answers. "Who? Is it that Mark guy?"

"No!" Justin snapped, grimacing. Mark was a very bad experience, one he never wanted to repeat, no matter how many times the boy texted him for another chance. He felt sick at the thought.

"Sorry, I forget with all these guys." Brent laughed. "Who then?"

The smaller boy completely slumped into his chair. "If I tell you will you stop pestering me?"

"Of course -- that's why I'm pestering."

"I just need..." Justin sighed, pretty sure his makeup was close to melting off with the amount of heat his face was radiating. "An hour or two alone. Maybe even three, actually. Is that too much?"

"What? Alone?" Brent asked, both sounding and looking confused. Justin met his eyes in the mirror and raised his eyebrows, and suddenly the larger male had burst out in loud, almost obnoxious laughter.

Justin sighed. "Brent..." He whined.

"Sorry, sorry..." He wheezed as he composed himself. "I just -- really, yourself? Three hours?"

"I haven't been able to do it properly since Tuesday! I am so..." Justin stressed but then gave up, putting down his makeup and brush. "I'm going to be late." He decided even though he had ten minutes, wandering to his bed to pick up his bag and phone. "Just please try and go out or something, in the nicest way possible." He couldn't look his friend in the face as he spoke, pretending to look for something.

Brent was laughing through a promise to go out for some time tonight while Justin was walking through the door, mortified as anything. How embarrassing was that, he thought, his face still red as he kept his head down and walked to class.

Though, his morning definitely picked up as he saw Jason there too, already sitting in the same seats as Wednesday as arranged. He almost swooned, smiling wide, but tried to tone it down as he walked over and sat.

"Hey, you're early." Justin exhaled, like he was breathing out his stress from the morning.

Jason smiled, making Justin almost swoon all over again. 

"Stressed?" Jason asked as he took his books out from his bag.

Justin followed, taking out what was needed. "Uh, yeah, Brent and stuff." He shrugged, putting his bag on the floor.

"I thought you two were okay -- did you argue about Friday?" Jason asked, sounding like he genuinely cared.

Justin looked to him and smiled small, wondering how someone so... Jason could actually be so nice. "Nah, just... it's nothing. Don't worry. How was your weekend?" He asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Don't try and change the subject." Jason laughed lightly. "Are you still pissed at him?"

Justin loved it when he swore, pinching his thighs together tight. "No, not at all. He was just teasing me about something, that's all." He hoped he wouldn't have to say anything more than that, but he had a feeling Jason was intrigued.

He was right, watching him cock an eyebrow in question. "Oh? Like what?" Justin was going red again, thinking back to it. "You're blushing." Jason snickered.

Justin covered his face and whined, the red worsening. "Shut up..." He scolded playfully with a light laugh. "You're just like him -- won't give up when you want something." He laughed a second time, taking his hands from his face and staring down at the desk in embarrassment.

Jason snickered. "That's right. What was he teasing you about?"

"I am not telling you that. I can't." Justin laughed, loving how easy they could talk. "It's embarrassing."

"Oh, go on..." Jason encouraged.

He then sighed dramatically, looking away from his crush. They were both guys right? Normal guys talk about this stuff, he thought. "I just... I... need some privacy tonight so I asked him to go out and... yeah." Justin paused, his face flushing increasingly red, trying to avoid the topic by coloring in a corner of his page with a pen.

"Well that explains why he asked me to go out on a Monday." Jason snickered, looking down at his phone. "Do you have someone coming over then?"

"Oh, uh, yep." Justin laughed nervously. He didn't want Jason to think he was a whore, but he also didn't want to tell him the core reason, so he went with it. The fact he was also going out with Brent tonight made him so jealous -- 'of all people why did he pick Jason', he thought, ignoring the fact it would be because they were pretty much best friends.

"Yeah, the privacy kind of sucks here." Jason added. "You're lucky you know Brent -- I don't really know my roommate, it's so awkward, let alone the privacy part."

Justin shrugged. "Brent and I are close but I cannot talk to him about guys and stuff -- usually other guys can with each other so it's not all that when it comes to privacy." he explained, forgetting that it was his crush he was talking to. It just felt normal, and it was nice.

"Oh, why not?"

Justin smiled -- he'd never had anyone that had actually paid attention to him like this other than Brent and Becca. It felt even better considering who it was.

"I dunno -- there's just something that makes us different in that... area." He explained awkwardly.

"Because you like guys?"

"Uh, yeah, that." Justin mumbled. "Enough about me though -- in all seriousness how was your weekend?" He asked with a laugh, referring back to his previous question.

Justin was pleased that even once the lesson started, the conversation between the two didn't finish. Anytime they could, they were talking, and had been told to quiet down twice during the lesson. Justin was completely over the moon by that, and refused to think about the secret between his legs potentially holding him back until the lesson finished.

After Justin got the same clap on the back as last lesson and a 'see you tomorrow' with a smile, his own grin faded as he walked to Brent's class. Luckily, the two boys had similar breaks, and Justin had an hour and a half to talk about what was bothering him.

"I don't know -- what if it turns into a thing? I'm praying it does but..."

"I'll talk to him tonight." Brent said, flopping back on his mattress. Justin followed, copying the exact same thing he did when he last had class with Jason.

"We couldn't stop talking. It made me so happy -- maybe I could just play myself off as a massive, frigid prude?" Justin opted, thinking about that possibility.

Brent snorted. "What, and if it does happen, not have sex the whole relationship and hide such a big secret? He'd have to know Justin." He almost scolded, finding that Justin even thought about it ridiculous. "It'd be wrong to hide something that big."

"I know." Justin groaned. "It probably won't even happen -- but it's the same with anyone." He huffed. "Anyone I date I'm going to have to tell them first. I can't..." Justin stopped before he started getting emotional, not wanting to ruin his makeup. "I want him so badly."

"I know you do." Brent mumbled sympathetically. "I'll talk to him tonight."

"Don't make it obvious." Justin huffed again, crossing his arms. "I haven't even made out with someone! I am so hopeless." 

Brent furrowed his eyebrows, trying to hold back a laugh. "You've never kissed anyone?"

"Oh shut up, like you didn't know."

"I didn't actually." He said in a matter of fact tone. "I didn't think I knew an eighteen year old that hadn't made out with someone but there you go." Brent snorted.

"I've given head!" Justin pushed him playfully, trying to will his blushing cheeks away.

*** 

A few hours later into that evening, the only noises consuming the room was the low, consistent hum of Justin's toy, and the moans that were also consistent that were exiting loudly from the boys mouth while he circled the toy around his clit.

He'd had himself going since Brent left, which was half an hour ago, and had been on the edge within the first five minutes but he hadn't allowed himself to cum yet. He found it was more fun that way -- his whole body was so sensitive, anything could set him off, but he wouldn't let it because he enjoyed the pleasurable torture.

Once he felt he was too on edge, he pulled the toy away with a gasp, waiting a moment before plunging it back into his hole with a moan. He'd repeated this so many times already, each time the feeling of pleasure increased by a million as his body was getting more and more sensitive each passing second.

"Oh." He sighed, pushing the small, purple vibrator against his clit again. He'd gotten the toy with his sister who was a year older than him who, like Becca, knew everything about what boys he'd gotten with, but like Brent, knew just about everything else. Though embarrassed at the time, he couldn't be more grateful now, not realizing pleasure could be that good before using it.

He laid his head back, lazily and lightly circling his clit, and started to think about Jason, like he always did. He imagined him in all sorts of scenarios, his favorite being Jason's head between his much too willingly spread legs. He imagined scratching down the stud's broad shoulders, letting Jason fuck him for all his worth, as if that's only what Justin was there for -- his pleasure and a rough fucking.

Shortly after that, he decided it was time to get himself off as he couldn't take it anymore, and got up from his bed to fetch a towel from the bathroom. He placed it on the already small wet patch on the bed he'd tried to avoid, and sat his ass down onto it, getting comfortable.

He pulled his flexible legs spread as wide apart as they could go, and quickly started pushing the vibrating toy in and out of his core. A series of loud, failed at being silenced moans escaped from his mouth as he flew over the edge fast.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oooh, Jason!" He almost screamed, pulling the toy out and pressing it hard against his button. His head lolled back, his mouth creating a perfect circle as he whined and moaned through his orgasm.

Two small jets of clear liquid shot from his pleasure center, matching his bucking hips, landing on the towel, creating a mess but immense pleasure for him. Justin wasn't sure on the whole concept of it, but he Googled it and found most guys found it hot, so he didn't really mind -- plus it made the orgasm feel so much better.

It wasn't over there, though. Being capable of cumming at least three times without becoming sensitive or satisfied meant that Justin could keep going, which is what he did and exactly what he'd needed all this time. Without a pause for breath, the vibrator went back to it's job almost immediately, as Justin attempted to satisfy himself in the two and a half hours he had left. He spent this time thinking about having his way with Jason in all sorts of positions, and came a total of five times before he was spent with twenty minutes to spare before Brent was back.

With a loud, long outtake of breath, the toy fell from his hand and onto the bed. His chest heaved up and down as he laid there, waiting to recover. His thighs were sore from being parted so far for so long, but it was worth it.

'Just showering up, thanks for going out, it's appreciated.. xx' Justin wrote out after his breathing returned to normal, sending it to Brent. He checked the time, and it was just coming up to half eight.

'It's fine;) make yourself pretty, me and Jason got beers, 20 mins xx'

Justin's eyes widened. Jason was coming back to the dorm, he fretted, not even bothering to text Brent back as he almost ran to the shower. Not even bothering to wash his already clean hair, he was out in five minutes, rushing to put on just a shirt and sweat pants that he knew emphasized his great ass. He was still exhausted and his limbs were still like jelly -- he'd hoped to just throw on some underwear, but now he needed to not look like a mess.

"Fuck." Justin mumbled, spying on the mess on his bed, and sensing the smell still lingering in the air.

Finding the fact his vibrator was still on the bed was more important than doing his makeup, he quickly cleaned it and put it away in it's hiding place. He took care of the towel, and sprayed the drying wet patch with his favorite scented deodorant. He'd change his sheets later. 




Justin's Secret Ch. 03



He also opened the window and took the liberty to spray the air, just so it didn't smell so blatantly like a burlesque house.

Then, slightly out of breath, he wiped off his previous makeup and quickly applied a fresh layer before he was finished. 

"Okay." Justin whispered to himself, collapsing on his now completely dry bed, taking in with a smile that he was now fully satisfied. He already couldn't wait until the next time Brent went out, though.

Satisfied and settled, Justin pulled out the book he was reading on Saturday and put on his glasses, but only got five minutes into it before he got a text.

'Are you decent? Xx' Justin cringed.

'Yep xx'

Once that was sent, it took not even a minute until Brent had unlocked the door and entered, Jason following. They were laughing about something, and Justin pretended to not notice Jason was even there and continued with his book, even though he really wanted to talk to him. It would be more than talk, but he was seriously satisfied for now.

"Do our neighbors hate us?" Brent asked, rising a laugh out of Jason.

Justin was almost mortified, his cheeks burning bright. "Oh, shut up." He mumbled, putting the book into his lap to give his friend a mean stare. "How was your night?"

Brent collapsed onto his bed, Jason following with two beers in his hand, tossing one to his friend. They both cracked their drink open and settled back.

"Want one?" Jason offered, shaking the bag that contained them.

"I'm fine thanks." Justin smiled sweetly, rolling onto his front to give Jason a good look at his ass, putting his book on his pillow. He tried hiding the fact he was excited that Jason was here, pretending to read on like his company hadn't affected anything.

"It was a good laugh." Brent offered, taking a swig of his drink. "And yours?" He asked suggestively, making the pair of them laugh again.

Justin prayed to God Brent hadn't told him the real reason they went out, and he hoped Jason still thought he was just hooking up with someone.

"Oh, hush." Justin scolded, his cheeks still flushed as he turned the page, pretending to be reading. "Why are you drinking on a Monday?" He asked staring down at the words he wasn't even reading, his tone suggesting he didn't really care, when really he just wanted Jason to talk to him.

"It's only a few beers." 

Before Justin could reply, his message tone sounded through the room. He sighed, picking up his cell, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

'I meant it about the clinic! Is tomorrow after class okay babe?xx'

Justin groaned audibly before he could even think about it, sitting up on the bed.

'What? No, I don't need to go ha xx'

"What is it?" Brent asked nosily, interrupting his conversation with Jason.

"Nothing -- just Becca she..." his message tone interrupted him.

'Oh hush. Plus I need a new outfit for this weekend, I need a second opinion and you're coming xx'

"What?" Brent pushed, but Justin was distracted.

'I'll shop with you hun but I'm not going to the clinic xx'

Justin then threw his phone to Brent, who caught it smoothly. Justin watched with mortifying shame as Jason leaned in to read.

"Don't go too far up, it's only four messages." Justin warned, knowing that before that there was a conversation about Jason.

"I think she's right." Brent mumbled as he typed something.

Justin was about to protest about writing out a message, but the phone was being thrown back before he could. He read the message Brent said, reading 'He's going even if I have to drag him lol -- Brent xx'.

"Really?" Justin whined. "You agree?"

"I agree too." Jason voiced, surprising Justin. "You were with someone tonight but you were just with Matt on Friday..." He explained, seeing Justin's confusion. "And there's been a lot of rumors before that. It's just safe."

"You were with someone tonight?" Brent asked, sounding both shocked and betrayed that he didn't know.

Justin groaned again, his face flushing hard. "Yes." He mumbled, just to make it seem to Jason that he wasn't a liar. "Can we talk about this later?"

"Oh wow -- I don't care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming." Brent laughed. Justin was relieved he didn't seem angry or upset about his little lie.

"I'd rather go with you anyway." Justin muttered, getting into a little mood.

The boys finished their beers and started on their two out of three, still teasing Justin about his night. Justin played it off like he hated it, but he really did love the banter between him and Jason. It was also a plan to go to the clinic with both Brent and Becca -- Brent knew it was because on the personal information form Justin had to check whether he was male or female, and he decided for himself Becca could go shopping while Justin was finishing up in the clinic with him. He let Justin know that by dropping him a discreet text, which made Justin agree and smile at his thoughtfulness.

"I should probably go." Jason announced once he drained his last beer as it had just gone ten.

"Alright man, I'll see you around." Brent stood once Jason had, seeing him to the door.

Feeling confident as the night had gone down extremely well, Justin also got up to say goodbye. He watched as Brent quickly hugged Jason, and he suddenly got really jealous at that, hiding a pout.

"Bye Justin, I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" He asked rhetorically.

Justin was surprised that the larger male had leaned down for a hug, one much different than Brent's because of his feminine figure. It took him a second to process it and hug back, all the while trying to hide his smile and the fact he was taking in his scent discreetly.

"Yeah, uh, well, bye." Justin mumbled awkwardly and nervously, dreading the moment Jason pulled back to leave.

After one last charming smile and a thank you, Jason left, closing the door behind him. Justin slumped as he relaxed, letting out the breath he was holding.

"Oh my God, that just happened." He babbled on, shamefully excited and giddy that he'd gotten his first hug from Jason. "He smells amazing! I mean, I know he does but, up close he's just..." He sighed out of delight, collapsing onto his bed, smelling his shirt and was almost thrilled to find he could smell Jason's cologne on him still.

"Calm down, I am not going out again." Brent joked, getting onto Justin's bed next to him.

"Oh, ha-ha you're so funny." Justin mocked, hitting him playfully. "I wasn't really with anyone though, just to be clear." Justin clarified, starting to blush again. "I just didn't fancy telling Jason what I was really doing when the subject came up..."

Brent smirked. "I assumed that -- head doesn't take three hours." Justin rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I spoke to him about you." Justin pulled his hand back, looking up at his best friend with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"What did he say? Oh my God -- do I wanna know?"

"Probably." Brent smiled as Justin bit his lip, trying to hide his grin. "He said that you're really cool to talk to, and that he's never met someone so hot and sexy that actually has a good personality." Brent paused to let that sink in, watching Justin's face light up. "He might have talked about your ass for a little bit too."

"Oh my God." Justin repeated for the millionth time that night. His smile was starting to hurt his cheeks as he rambled on about his crush.

"I'm not having this all night now, am I?" Brent laughed, hugging his friend, kissing his hair. Although he pretended to be annoyed by his fondness of Jason, he really did love that his best friend was happy. It was a sight that could never get old.



Justin's Secret Ch. 04



"Thank you for doing this." Justin spoke, sounding quite embarrassed, stuffing the condoms that ranged from ribbed to flavored into his bag. "God, how many did they have to give me?" He complained quietly as he exited the building, keeping his head down.

"It's no problem at all -- I know it'd be awkward with Becca." Brent offered, slinging his arm around his friend's shoulders.

"It was awkward anyway." Justin mumbled, trying to get away from the place as quickly as possible. "The worst part was saying 'I don't know' to the amount of guys I've had -- talking about oral sex with an old woman really isn't my idea of fun."

Brent cracked up laughing, still not fully mature in his sense of humor. Not that he'd ever be, Justin thought. "It was bad enough just sitting there -- we looked like a couple. Imagine if someone we knew came in?" He laughed again, walking towards the shop that Becca said she would be in.

"Oh well, at least the condoms are free." Justin reasoned. "Won't it be stupid though? Who uses condoms for head?"

"I don't know -- all I know is you need to!" Brent teased with a chuckle, getting a moody scoff from his smaller friend. "Did you take any tests then?"

"Uh yeah, they took a swab from my mouth. They'll call in a few days."

Brent squeezed his shoulder in support. "Nervous?"

"Not really -- I doubt anyone from school has anything serious, I never picked the slutty boys, I knew they were clean." Justin pushed open the door to the shop Becca was in. "The worst I'm expecting is chlamydia really."

They found her quickly, as she was at the front of the shop. "Well, no boys until then." Brent ordered jokingly, getting a scowl from Justin.

"What is it? Do you have an STD?" Becca fretted upon hearing Brent's comment.

"No! He meant not until I get my results." Justin huffed.

"Look." Brent snickered, opening Justin's bag to pull out the condoms.

"Brent!" Justin scolded, feeling embarrassed as they were in public. 

He groaned, covering his hand with his face as Brent showed Becca the amount of condom's he'd received. The red on his cheeks worsened as the pair laughed, looking at the variation of them all.

"Ooooh, dibs on the ribbed ones -- you don't need them, do you?" Brent asked, holding the ones he wanted in a separate hand to the others.

"No -- go wild." Justin muttered, more embarrassed than ever, snatching them out of his friends' hands and stuffing them back into his back where the public eye couldn't see.

"Oh calm down babe, we're only kidding -- I am happy you went!" Becca praised, helping her friend zip up his bag he seemed to be having trouble with.

"Thanks." He mumbled, exasperated. "Anyway -- shopping, yes?" Justin perked up at that, happy to get off topic from his sex life (plus, he always loved a good shop). It appeared that's all anyone was interested in anymore -- making sure he wasn't whoring himself out and making sure he was being safe, and annoyingly reminding him of his reputation -- it never seemed to him people cared about what he wanted anymore.

***

"STD free." Justin smiled warmly, coming in from his last class. It was a Friday so he could relax, almost melting into Brent's warm bed as he climbed in to join his friend (not before sliding off the uncomfortable denim of his jeans, though). A tired Justin always meant a moody one, but most of the time, a cuddly one.

Brent recognized this, straight away as he always does, moving over so his small friend could fit.

"Good." Brent returned the warm smile, putting his phone onto his chest. "Still be careful though."

"Yeah, yeah..." Justin waved him off. "Busy tonight?"

"I think so." Brent mumbled. "I was meant to go see Ana -- she wants to get back together."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Again?" Ana was his ex-girlfriend, or girlfriend, Justin was never really sure -- all he knew was they had amazing chemistry and he was forever jealous of the love they had for each other, minus the constant arguing. He wanted a relationship but he could definitely do without the constant make-up break-up drama.

"Yep, again." Brent groaned, feeling a headache coming on. "I suppose I should, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, wouldn't want to lose her, would you? She is great." Justin reasoned, even though he really didn't feel like being alone.

"I know -- I just don't want to argue so much." He sighed again, his phone buzzing. He picked it up from his chest, clicking on the message. "Great." He mumbled, putting his phone back down without replying. "I have two hours to chill before she wants me over."

Justin sighed too. "You know you'll make up." He muttered, trying to hide his jealousy -- he wanted a relationship so badly. Or to be more specific, wanted a relationship like that with Jason so badly (again, minus the arguments). He knew he could rely on Brent, but he didn't want to so much anymore.

"You're moody today." Brent snickered lazily, running his hand through his best friend's hair.

"I just want my turn." Justin smiled small up at Brent. "Suppose it's a little more difficult for me though, isn't it?"

"You'll find someone, I promise." Brent mumbled tiredly, giving a kiss to Justin's temple, making him smile at the affection. "Jason was talking about you in Math today." He started, sounding exhausted. Justin was half tempted to tell him to go to sleep, but he wanted to hear what he had to say first.

"Oh yeah?" He smiled.

Brent nodded against him. "Yeah -- first about how the clinic went--"

"And you said?" Justin interrupted eagerly.

Brent sniggered. "Calm it! I just said fine and the shit load of condoms you got."

"Oh God, Brent..." Justin whined, covering his face with a pillow.

"Well it got us onto the conversation of how he'd fuck you." Justin shot up, looking straight into Brent's eyes, searching for any hint of dishonesty. When he couldn't find any, his eyes widened with almost shock. "Dead serious -- and I quote, 'that ass'." He excerpted, chuckling.

"Are you joking?" Justin asked in disbelief.

"I'm being honest -- I'm not sure if he'll do anything about it, but he wants to."

Justin swooned, sighing in delight, happy he was under the covers so that Brent couldn't see the wet patch that was forming on the crotch of his underwear. He was thinking about all the things he wanted Jason to do to him, not being able to help it now it'd been said.

"He needs to." Justin mumbled, sounding frustrated.

"Calm down, I'm not going out yet." Brent teased, earning himself a playful hit while he laughed.

Justin was about to reply, but he heard his phone vibrating from his pocket in his pants that were on the floor. He groaned, not wanting to get up and risk Brent seeing the state he was in, but he wanted it to so badly be Jason it hurt.

"Get it for me?" Justin pouted, climbing over him so that Brent was closer.

Rolling his eyes and smirking, Brent got up from the bed and over to Justin's phone, commenting how lazy he was on the short journey back.

"Thank you." Justin mumbled with a small smile, opening the text as Brent crawled back into bed.

'Free tonight? Sorry about last time, I'll make it up to u? x' 

Brent started rambling on about whatever Ana had been texting him while Justin looked over the text repeatedly, along with the name. He wasn't sure if he should reply, and if so, what to reply with. 

It was Mark -- a gorgeous guy who Justin had pleasured with his lips many times before. 

Though, the last time, after repeatedly being told no, the drunk stud still took advantage and went ahead anyway due to the alcohol in his system. It was way too rough for the smaller male to handle and afterwards Justin was left alone and bruised, sobbing, having to go to the hospital. He'd suffered a concussion from repeatedly banging his head against the wall with the force of the relentless face fucking and had needed stitches. Justin made up a sob story about how he fell down the stairs to his parents and friends. Brent didn't believe it at first because of how shook up his little friend was about it, but Justin refused to tell.

'No, stop texting me.' Justin replied slowly, hardly believing he still had his number saved after the countless times that name had popped up apologizing, even daring to ask for more favors.

'That Mark guy asked me where your dorm is. He's cute! Use your condoms! Xx' A text from Becca made Justin's face go pale, making him want to throw up.

"Are you definitely going tonight?" Justin asked, trying to hide the shakiness in his tone.

"I think so, yeah." Brent answered, distracted by his phone.

'Haha yeah, did you tell him?xx' Justin replied uneasily to Becca.

'Don't worry of course I did! He's hot! Xx'

"Please don't go out Brent." Justin nearly begged, trying to hide that he was almost crying.

It caught the distracted boy's attention, and immediately snapped his attention to his best friend.

"You look sick -- are you sick?" Brent fretted, feeling his friend's forehead, checking his temperature.

"No." Justin whined, snuggling into his large, warm, comforting friend.

Brent kissed his hair, rubbing a comforting hand on his side. "Hey, it'll only be an hour or two. What's wrong?" He asked in a sympathetic, worried tone.

Justin just shook his head, looking down at his phone, trying to sort this out.

'Come on...' Mark's text begged. 'Please? I'll even pay u, broke up w my girlfriend and I need it. I was just drunk last time.'

Justin ignored the text, clinging onto Brent like it was a life or death situation, and was met with cooed words and gentle touches. His phone kept chiming but he refused to read any of it, even if his temptations were strong and Brent was asking who it was. He gave up in the end.

'10$?'

'20?'

'Please. Hello??'

And last of all, the one that made him shiver: 'I know where ur dorm is.'

*** 

"An hour or two -- are you going to be okay?"

"Fine." Justin choked, not being able to get over the scary message. Not wanting Brent to get involved, and reasoning that no one could get in without a key, he somehow let himself let Brent leave. He knew it was selfish to keep him at the dorm when his own life was calling -- Justin knew he couldn't have Brent there to fight all of his battles his whole life, and had more important things to tend to sometimes.

Justin received a kiss on his hair and a quick yet tight hug as a goodbye, before Brent had left to sort things out with Ana.

He flopped down onto Brent's bed, finding the smell of his cologne comforting as he let the still warm covers engulf him.

'Are you busy?xx' He asked Becca, sighing in distress when he got a yes and an apology in reply. He didn't know anyone well at the college, not well enough to ask them to hang out, and was left frightened in the little dorm bed. He was scared that Mark would come knocking, even though if he did come to the college he'd have a hard time getting in. Still, Justin was small and not very strong, so it wasn't surprising that it frightened him even though the possibility of Mark coming was tiny.

'Outside ur college. Come meet me? Or I can just come up.' 

Justin started to cry hysterically, despite the fact it was probably a bluff. He needed to get out of his dorm to somewhere else, but he had no idea where to. Brent was out and Becca was busy. He was beyond frightened, despite the fact in the back of his mind, he knew Mark probably couldn't get in without purpose.

Before he could process it, he'd scrolled through his few contacts, clicking call on one of them.

He calmed down his crying, reducing it to sniffling as the call had started to forward, the chimes of the ringing almost calming.

"Uh, hello?" A confused voice on the other side answered.

Justin felt incredibly silly and embarrassed all of a sudden. "I'm sorry Jason." He started to almost cry again.

"What -- what's wrong?" Jason asked, still confused but his tone had adapted a more comforting, sympathetic sound upon hearing Justin's fretting, scared voice.

"I'm being-" He sniffled. "Threatened, he knows my dorm number -- my friend's are busy and I-" He cleared his throat, trying to hold back his tears. "I'm so sorry, I don't know anyone else I could call -- can I... I'm sorry." 

Before he could even ask, he hung up the call out of pure shame and embarrassment. Jason was probably doing something important, even nothing was more important, Justin thought. He started to cry hysterically again, seeing he'd got another text, but he couldn't bring himself to read it. He was beyond frightened, and when his phone started actually ringing, the crying got worse as he thought it was Mark.

But when he saw it was Jason, he stopped for a moment, pending before picking up.

"My roommates out -- I'm just alone studying." Jason's comforting voice seeped through the receiver.

"Sorry for interrupting, I'll go." Justin made out shakily through his tears, but when he got a laugh and a dorm number in return, the tears stopped. "Huh?"

"You're scared and I could use some company that isn't awkward here for once." Jason laughed lightly again, and Justin found it incredibly comforting. "I'll come to yours first, if you want?"

"You don't have to, I was just..." Justin sniffled, feeling stupider than ever.

Jason snickered again. "I'll see you soon. I like your company anyway."

That was all the handsome boy had said before Justin heard the beep that indicated he'd been hung up on. He was so sure that it was a joke, that Jason wasn't coming, and started to softly cry again as Mark kept texting him.

Jason called again a few moments later. Justin was sure it was to tell him he was kidding.

"I'm outside -- I didn't want to knock." Justin jumped up, hearing his voice on the other side of the door as well as through the phone.

"Um, one moment, I look a mess." Justin laughed, his mood lifting from incredibly frightened to almost excited.

He put the phone down, wiped his face dry (after putting on his pants), and then smothering it in foundation and rubbing it in to make the redness from his crying disappear. It worked for the most part a part from his puffy eyes, but he didn't want to keep Jason waiting long. He decided it had to be enough, hoping he appeared cute, and opened the door shyly (after throwing some gum into his mouth and spraying himself with his favorite cologne).

He was engulfed in a warm hug immediately, and he relaxed, his nerves disappearing as the strong arms and chest had him feeling protected. He hadn't meant to, but he whimpered at the comfort and pulled the stud closer.

"Okay?" Jason asked gently, pulling away.

Justin nodded. "Sorry -- you probably think I'm such a mess..." He mumbled, sounding more ashamed than ever. Justin let himself take in Jason's appearance, finding his lazy approach to dressing in gray sweats and a plain shirt incredibly hot on him.

"No worries, seriously, what's this guy been saying then?" Jason asked, closing the door and putting his hand on the small of Justin's back as he walked.

Justin blushed. "Just... he..." He sighed. "He put me in hospital a month back and he's text me saying he knows where my dorm is and stuff." He passed Jason his phone after getting up the conversation while they walked, Jason leading the way. "I can't tell Brent -- he's all protective."

"Hospital?" Jason emphasized worriedly once he read the few texts.

"Nothing too serious. Concussion is all." Justin didn't want to seem like he was being too dramatic or exaggerating.

"It must've been serious if it had you scared like that." Jason reasoned, unlocking the door to his dorm.

Justin hoped he didn't come off as excited, but he definitely was, stepping into the bedroom. He by all odds wasn't upset by the texts anymore, smelling the scent of pure male mixed with deodorant and cologne, making him throb erratically between his legs knowing it was Jason's scent.

"Sorry for the mess, I'm a bit of a slob." Jason snickered, closing the door behind them, throwing the clothes off of his bed and onto the floor to make room for them.

Justin was nervous yet excited at the same time, taking up the spot on the bed that Jason was patting next to him. Every time Justin moved he was reminded how wet Jason could make him, even by just sitting next to him on a bed.

"It's fine -- Brent is too." Justin smiled. "I hope I'm not being too... weird?" Justin asked, uncertain of what he was even proposing.

"It's nothing." Jason understood, though. "I get it -- and it's not weird, two people hanging out is fine."

Justin smiled as he'd avoided the word 'friends'. "Okay... I'm not usually like this obviously."

"It's honestly okay -- you're not bugging me or anything." Jason reassured. 

Justin blushed a little. "So, when's your roommate back?"

"About an hour." Jason answered with a shrug. "So tell me about this guy, if you don't mind? The hospital part?"

Nodding, Justin continued on with his story. "It's Mark, if you remember him from high school." Jason nodded, not looking particularly surprised. "He just like... made me do stuff even though I said no." He blushed at that. "He was drunk and started slapping me in the face -- in the end my head was literally bouncing off of the wall when he..." His face was crimson red, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "You know. It was relentless. I needed stitches."

"And he didn't go to jail?" Jason was in disbelief, wanting to hug the poor boy.

"I lied and said I fell down the stairs -- you're the first person I've told." Justin went quiet with realization, and he opened his eyes to look up at Jason's concerned face. "Don't tell anyone." He fretted, hating how easy it was to talk to Jason sometimes.

"I won't, but you should." Jason mumbled comfortingly. "He needs to do time Justin -- threatening you isn't okay at all, and if he isn't careful I'll do something about it."

Even through the situation, Justin thought it was incredibly hot when Jason got all serious and bad ass. He still couldn't believe he was in his dorm, getting wetter by the second. Justin sighed as his message tone continued to chime, not frightened to look at them now he was with Jason.

'Why can't u just meet me? It was ages ago.'

'Get over it, come on.'

'30$?'

"Really?" Justin sighed, now laughing at how pathetic he was.

"Just tell him you're with me and he'll leave you alone." Jason encouraged, peering over the phone to read the texts.

'I'm with Jason Anderson, just leave me alone.' Justin knew not many people would challenge Jason, given he played rugby on the side of basketball for fun. Justin felt the guy's muscles were as big as his head, and it just made his lust increase every time they were on show, like they were now. He really wanted to watch him workout. Justin felt that he honestly couldn't get anymore perfect.

"He won't believe me." Justin mumbled with a smile, loving that Jason wasn't ashamed to be around him.

"Why not?"

"We're so different." The smaller boy shrugged.

The next message came quickly, as if he was waiting only on Justin to reply. 'Lol prove it.'

"Picture?" Jason suggested.

Justin was surprised, getting flustered. "Oh, um, sure."

Jason scooted over so he would be in the frame. Justin wasn't really sure how to pose, but ended up doing a 'I told you so' sarcastic smile, while Jason just leaned his head against Justin's in a protective manner, looking as if it was his job to defend the smaller male. Justin sent it excitedly, knowing he would sneakily save that one at some point. He loved how close and comfortable they both looked, and how much it looked like Jason cared.

"Hah." Justin smiled, feeling he finally got justice somehow. Mark was a very jealous, selfish lover, and had yelled at Justin countless times for being so close with Brent despite the fact they were only friends with benefits.




Justin's Secret Ch. 04



"Send it to me." Jason spoke softly. "It's nice."

"Uh, yeah." Justin could barely get his words out.

'Whatever, you're a fucking slut anyway lol.' The words made Justin frown. He knew by definition, sexually promiscuous, he was a slut, but that didn't mean he liked being called it.

Jason couldn't help himself. He took the phone out of Justin's hands. Justin didn't protest.

'And you're a fucking rapist. What's worse?' he signed it with his name, just so Mark knew who he was now dealing with. He sent a second one: 'I know where you live :)'

"Sorry." Jason breathed, visibly angered by what Mark had said, passing the phone back.

Justin thought it was cute that he seemed embarrassed that he'd let his emotions get the better of him. "It's okay. Thank you." He answered once he'd read the messages. Though he cringed at the word 'rapist' -- he hadn't really thought about it like that, that he'd technically been raped. The second text had made Justin laugh though.

"Do you want me to go now that the Mark thing is sorted out?" Justin asked sheepishly -- he felt awkward, like he was overstaying his welcome and that the situation he'd cried about wasn't even that big of a deal. He felt silly, and most of all, embarrassed. He hated looking weak, especially in front of Jason.

Jason smirked at his nervousness. "I'd feel better if you stayed here -- wouldn't want you alone and scared, would we?" Justin didn't know if he was teasing or flirting, maybe neither. "Plus, I've already said, I could use the company and I like yours."

Justin scoffed, almost involuntary. "Why?" He hadn't meant to say it, and started blushing.

This made the larger male laugh, and the smaller one blush harder -- Jason found his nervousness around him enticing. He'd never met someone that he could actually make so nervous and uneasy before, and he loved the effect he had on the gorgeous boy, sitting too politely on his bed.

"You're just..." Jason couldn't explain it -- he just knew he liked Justin. 

His smile and his eyes were enough to tell Justin that it wasn't some sort of joke, that Jason did enjoy his company. At that thought, he almost melted right there on his bed. He knew he'd have to make a trip to the bathroom soon; he was sure that he was going to wet the crotch of his jeans. He knew he was more than capable of it.

"You're cute." Jason finished as he watched Justin study him, finally finding his words. "I've never made someone nervous before. It's different -- you're not trying to impress me, you're just... it's different, and I like it."

"You don't make me nervous." Justin protested stubbornly, trying to hide his smile. He was blushing embarrassingly hard by this point, making Jason give him a look as if to say 'yeah right' and sniggered. Justin let out a little whine, moving to lay on his side away from Jason with his face in the covers, giggling to himself in embarrassment.

Jason almost groaned to himself as he did so -- Justin's ass he'd grown so fond of was even more pronounced in that position and was facing him. He had to fight every single urge to reach out and feel the denim, trapping what he wanted.

Justin turned his head to look at Jason over his shoulder, wondering why he hadn't replied. He soon got his answer, looking at his crush, who seemed almost mesmerized by his favorite part of his own body. Justin loved his ass, loved looking at it. He liked how big and perfect it looked on his tiny figure, and it seemed Jason did too.

"Sorry." Jason mumbled, but judging by his smirk, Justin knew he wasn't.

Justin smiled, laying his head back on the pillow, still turned to look at Jason who was now focused on the smaller boy's eyes than his ass.

"No you're not." He retorted, still in a position where Jason could see his ass clearly.

"You're right." Justin let out a surprised gasp, almost a moan as Jason pulled him roughly by the hip, his back now up against the gorgeous males' front. "I'm not."

Justin was left speechless, and Jason was snickering at the quickening of his heart beat and breath that he could feel, almost hear through the little male. He was sure that he was in love with the effect he had on Justin -- he couldn't get over how nervous he made him. It made him want to get it over with and just have sex with the cute little twink, just to hear his whines and moans.

But, Justin's best friend was Brent, and Jason knew he'd be in for it if he hurt his little friend. He could tell since the beginning he'd had a crush on him; he thought it was adorable the way he tried to hide it.

'But that didn't mean we can't do other stuff now, right?' Jason thought nothing of it, moving his hand from Justin's hip, down to his thigh. 

Justin's eyes that were previously closed, enjoying the pleasure of the closeness, snapped open at the feel of Jason's hand at his thigh. He shifted uncomfortably, but that only rubbed himself up against the larger males crotch, giving off the wrong signal. 

Jason almost moaned at that while moving his hand higher in a teasing manner, but as soon as he was almost there, Justin threw his hand off and startled him in the process. Justin moved immediately, removing his ass from where he really wanted it to be, setting it down on the bed so he was sitting up.

The smaller male was contradicted between feelings -- he knew Jason couldn't go any further, but his clit throbbing harder than it had ever done was almost overcoming that.

"Sorry, I-" Justin was completely mortified, covering his bright red face from both arousal and embarrassment with his hands. He tried to steady his breathing, but he was so turned on it was unreal.

After a period of silence, Jason spoke up. "No I'm sorry -- is it too soon after the Mark thing?" He asked, rubbing Justin's upper arm for comfort.

Justin nearly smiled as he'd feared Jason would find him strange after that. "No I uh..." He took in a large breath, and lied back down. "Yeah. Yes, sorry." Justin paused. There was no way he was telling Jason Anderson he was a virgin. "I could do something else though?" He looked up at his crush and bit his lip, giving a little smirk.

He took Jason's curious eyebrow raise as an answer, and copied what he was doing before, placing his hand on Jason's muscular thigh.

"I like where this is going." Jason commented in a low, husky tone and a chuckle. 

Justin found it incredibly sexy. He couldn't believe his hand was between Jason's legs as he moved his shaking hand to his crotch. It was the moment he'd been waiting for what felt like his entire life, and suddenly felt nervous, which wasn't normal when he was usually in this position.

"You're shaking." Jason mumbled, but he was still smirking.

"I... I've done this before it's just..."

"Me?"

"Yes." Justin exhaled the breath he forgot he was holding.

He knew it was to comfort him, but when he watched Jason start to lean in, he couldn't help but tear up out of frustration. Justin hid it by putting his face down, but grew even further frustrated when he realized that it looked like he was rejecting him.

Jason saw the tears though, and lifted his face up by his chin, getting a sour face and tears of annoyance. 

The tears kept returning once Justin had wiped them and he tried his best to keep them back. He kept thinking that all Jason had wanted was sex or a blow job and instead he got a crying, whining baby he probably didn't care that much about. "Sorry, I'll go or something." He croaked sadly, getting up to actually leave -- he felt like he'd made a complete fool of himself.

Though to both his horror and delight, Jason pulled him back down. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just shaken up about tonight." Justin lied quietly and quickly. "Sorry, I'm so embarrassed."

"It's fine." Jason mumbled in a comforting manner, and suddenly Justin found himself wrapped up in the arms of his crush. He whimpered, not being able to help it, snuggling deeper into the larger man's warmth. Justin's worries had disappeared as Jason spoke softly to him about the tattoo he was planning on getting, obviously trying to change the subject. Justin loved how understanding he could be, calming down enough to hold the conversation.

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what you're all waiting for will come in the next chapter. thank you for reading!



Justin's Secret Ch. 05



The following day after his little snuggle fest with Justin, Jason found himself not being able to stop thinking about the little twink. 

He had expected when he'd calmed down that those perfect, plump lips would be bobbing up and down his cock, but when Justin got shy and nervous Jason knew he was different. Previously, Jason had thought he was a slut -- nice, though a whore, but seeing him last night in his most vulnerable state changed his mind; especially since Jason knew the little male had a crush on him and still remained clothed for the rest of the time they spent together. 

To say he had accepted the twinks company that easy, not expecting sex would be a lie -- honestly, Jason thought he'd be jack-hammering his little hole by the end of the night as soon as he'd called. He thought he would have a nasty one night stand with the boy he thought was so slutty, but as soon as they were cuddling and talking after Justin freaking out about the touching, the situation was very different. Jason wasn't thinking of him like a sex toy like he usually did, which he rarely did even with his other partners, and it was starting to frighten him.

Jason sighed heavily, thinking once again about how Justin was in his bed just the night before. 

He was really grateful that his roommate seemed to be out most of the time, apparently preferring to study at the college's library (probably to avoid awkward company) and having a girlfriend who lived nearby, as he probably would think Jason was strange for just laying on his bed thinking -- but that's what he'd been doing all morning. 

He couldn't stop his thoughts. Justin was on his mind, and he was confused. 

He thought Justin had been such a slut, that he could have easily gotten some, but now that it wasn't so easy he was thinking of him in such a different light. 

He'd also gotten to know Justin more in the two hours they spent talking after that, which was making it worse -- he learned that he didn't really get along with his family, only his sister, that he had a brother two years older, his favorite color was orange, he hated the beach and learned a little about his fantasies. Jason's cock jerked when he remembered the delicious shade of red Justin went when Jason asked if he had any fetishes or fantasies. Justin shyly replied he'd love to be tied up, which Jason made a mental note of. He could tell how much the thought turned him on by the way his brown eyes darkened.

He also learned that Justin hated body hair, but didn't mind armpit. Jason was grateful the hair on his legs was light -- it was visible, but it wasn't like it was black, and he felt strangely relieved. He made a note to shave everything he felt would be the main focus (face, crotch) all the time, just in case. He definitely planned to see the little male again.

Which is the main thing Jason had been thinking about all morning as he typed and retyped the text message to Justin over and over again. He didn't want to sound too interested, just casual, but he wanted to hang out with the pretty boy again.

The text ended up saying: 'I liked yesterday :) Wanna come over again sometime or go out or something?' he didn't put a kiss, again not wanting to seem too interested.

Jason's heartbeat increased a little as he sent it, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush. He knew Justin liked him a lot, so he had no idea why he was nervous. Probably because he'd never wanted to hang out with somebody that was more than both a friend and a chance for sex. Well, Justin was definitely a chance for sex, but not yet -- that's what frightened him. When was it 'yet'?

Jason got a text back almost immediately, making him chuckle at the younger males excitement and enthusiasm. He was like a little puppy.

'Sure! I could catch a movie tonight? X'

He laughed, grinning at both the eagerness and the kiss. He imagined Justin would be freaking out and rambling about the text he'd gotten to Brent, wondering what to wear already.

*** 

Justin was cursing himself as soon as he'd sent the message all the way up until when he was getting ready to go out with Jason. It was almost six and was already almost completely dark outside as he pulled out an outfit from his closet, sexy but suitable for the cold weather. 'How on Earth can I do that?' he thought to himself as he dug through his closet full of more than suitable clothes.

"Brent!" Justin cried as the door opened. He'd been with Ana most of the day.

"Going out?" Brent asked, cocking his eyebrow with confusion as he shut the door behind him.

"With Jason." Justin was clearly fretting. "I said a movie! Why'd I say a movie?" 

Brent nearly started to laugh, watching his friend freak out. "What's wrong with a movie?" He asked, moving beside his little friend to help go through his closet for an appropriate outfit. "And Jason?"

"What if he wants to make out?" Justin mumbled quietly, sighing in embarrassment. "I know he thinks I've had sex, if I tell him I've only given head he'll think I'm so lame." He whined, wishing he could go back on what he'd said.

Brent couldn't hold in his laughter, rubbing the small of Justin's back. "I'm sure he won't mind -- besides, breaking in a virgin is one of the hottest things." He moved his hand to join his other one, pulling out a few clothes he thought would look nice on Justin and keep him warm at the same time.

Justin scoffed. "'Breaking in a virgin'? I'm not a horse, Brent."

"It's true though!"

"What, even if said virgin hasn't even kissed anyone?" Justin rolled his eyes, saying no to everything Brent pulled out.

Brent rolled his eyes, going against Justin's 'no' and putting what he liked on the bed. 'Justin had only just bought it and he hadn't worn it yet, and was already saying 'no' to it', he thought.

"Just give him head, I'm sure he won't want to kiss you after that." Brent laughed at his teasing ways, and then his laughter increased at Justin's face at his comment. "Wear this." He almost commanded, but Justin shook his head. "Sweaters make you look cute!" He complained.

"Eugh." Justin complained. He dropped his towel and slid on some boxers, going with Brent's protests of his clothing choice and pulling on the sweater over a simple shirt. With it, he wore jeans that he knew were tight around his ass, what he learned that Jason loved, so he definitely wanted to emphasize it.

Justin sat himself at the mirror, trying to do his makeup as quickly as possible but as nice as he could get it. He didn't want to be late or anything -- the plan was to walk over to Jason's dorm and then he'd drive them to the cinema, so as far as time goes Justin had to leave just before six. 

He was glad that it wasn't Jason coming over to their dorm, though. He knew Brent would make it awkward on purpose.

"Okay, I'm going." Justin decided, but didn't move from his spot, just continued to stare into his reflection.

"Nervous?" Brent asked softly, coming up behind Justin with the winter coat he'd just purchased.

"Mhm." Justin mumbled, keeping his eyes on his reflection as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of the coat Brent was helpfully holding up for him.

*** 

Justin stared in awe at the car that Jason owned. He could tell by his face that he was proud to show it off, but he tried to stay modest about it. The part Justin enjoyed the most was getting inside it -- partially because the seats were white leather and looked comfy, but mainly because he was freezing his ass off outside.

"The seats heat up." Jason offered as he started the car, looking to Justin for an answer to his statement.

Justin almost moaned, rubbing his cold hands together. "Please."

Jason smiled, switching a button that evidently heated up the seats. "I don't really know my way around here yet, so let's see..." He mumbled, mainly to himself as he looked for a local movie theater on his smart phone. He copied and pasted the address into Google maps, and soon the pair were on a twenty minute journey to the closet movie theater. "Anything in particular you want to see?" Jason asked, keeping his gaze on the road.

"Um, no not really, it was just an idea." Justin inputted meekly.

"We probably should have looked up what movie's were on first." Jason snickered. "How about we get dinner instead? I'm starving."

Justin almost sighed in relief. "Yeah, that'd be better." He hadn't realized it through the stress of going to a movie with Jason, but he was starved too. 

Jason smiled at the agreement and changed his direction, asking Justin to turn off the directions on his phone. He knew of a typical American diner around that had good food, he'd been there with Brent and a few guys a couple times.

During the drive, when they'd stopped at traffic lights, Jason hooked up the radio to his phone. Justin was curious as to what he was doing, but when it started playing All Time Low's 'Somewhere In Neverland', he thought he had actually fallen in love. He didn't think Jason could get anymore perfect, but having the same music taste was really the icing on the cake. 

'There is so much icing on this Goddamn cake there's more icing than actual cake' Justin thought, wondering where it would all go wrong. 'With my luck he's a serial killer', Justin rolled his eyes at himself.

"I like this song." Justin offered softly, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"They're my favorite band." Jason seemed excited.

"One of my favorites." Justin agreed, smiling away.

They shortly arrived at the diner, and Justin's smile hadn't faded yet. He had a craving for a cheeseburger and fries, and this place looked perfect for that.

Jason parked and cut the car's engine, and Justin frowned as the hot seats slowly got cooler. Justin opened his door and a gush of cold wind hit him, making him cringe. But if that wasn't bad enough, the walk inside was almost Hell with how cold it was, and trying to keep up with Jason's long strides was hard. But when the larger male looked down at him and saw he was struggling, he laughed and slowed. If that wasn't enough, he put his hand on the small of Justin's back to help him with his pace, which made the cold weather not so bad.

"Phew." Justin let out a breath, admiring that the place had heating. It was kind of empty, which Justin liked -- he felt it was secret, a place where the two could quietly be.

Jason looked down at his 'date' and smirked. "Your nose is all red. You look cute." He complimented teasingly.

Justin blushed and smiled, following Jason to a booth, scooting in next to him on the cushioned seats.

"So." Justin started, pulling a menu in view. "Is there any particular reason you asked me out? If that's what this is." He smiled at Jason, trying to seem as confident as he could.

Jason sniggered. "I liked last night."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely." Jason smiled. "When you got nervous I thought it was adorable. I thought we'd just hook up, but when you freaked out I..." Justin thought he was imagining things, but Jason had a slight blush on his cheeks. 'Must be the cold' he thought. "It's just different. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Justin giggled, getting flustered. "So if we did hook up, we wouldn't be here?"

"Depends how good you were." Jason winked, and Justin couldn't help but let out another giggle.

Before Justin could reply, they were interrupted by a young waitress, asking if they wanted drinks. Justin almost shamefully ordered an orange juice while Jason asked for coke. They'd already made their minds up about food apparently on the way, and both ordered a cheeseburger with fries.

"I thought that party would've put you off orange juice?" Jason chuckled, putting his arm around the back of Justin's seat.

Justin flushed red. "Oh hush -- I wasn't that drunk."

"You couldn't even stand!" Jason accused, laughing away. "You had to hold onto me."

"Oh God..." Justin mumbled, covering his face with his hands. "I'm so embarrassing!"

"You were fun." Jason insisted with a smile. "So, yesterday."

Justin smiled small. "Yep, yesterday."

"I believe it was your turn to tell me something about yourself." Jason offered, referring back to their little 'get to know each other' game, which provided a lot of interest along with amusement. Plus, Jason just really wanted to know more about the little twink.

"I believe it was." Justin replied, saying a small 'thank you' when their drinks were brought over. "Um... like what?"

Jason removed the straw from his cup and swigged his drink. "Something interesting, none of that 'favorite color' shit." He stated, watching Justin drink his juice through the straw provided. He smiled at how tender the smaller boy was.

"Right. Interesting." Justin thought. "Well, I've never been on a date before." He finished with, playing with the straw in his drink. "Your turn."

"Really?" Jason sounded almost shocked. Justin nodded. "Wow. Um -- my turn, okay... ah, I've been with more guys than girls."

It was Justin's turn to raise his eyebrows. "No way." He snickered. "What, like, butt sex?" He almost cringed.

If they weren't in public, Jason would have roared with hysteric laughter, but instead, he had to stick to laughing as quietly as he could into his hand.

"What?" Justin blushed, watching him laugh like he'd never seen him do before.

"Butt sex?" Jason laughed. "Yes, but you mean anal." 

Justin rolled his eyes, his blush intensifying. "Shut up..." He whined, but the situation did bring a small giggle to his lips. "And gross!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

Jason looked curiously at Justin. "What? But..." He looked confused. "Haven't you had sex?"

Justin's face paled. "I, uh..." He forgot Jason thought he was all around male.

"Aw, you haven't..." Jason cooed in a teasing manner. "That's why you freaked out yesterday." Suddenly Jason's situation of feeling differently for Justin was worsening. 'The boy hasn't even had sex!' He thought, fretting on the inside. Though he did think it was cute, he couldn't help that either.

Justin rolled his eyes, poking at the drink with his straw, hoping the orange juice would magically increase and swallow him up whole.

"I didn't think I knew an eighteen year old virgin." Jason made it sound like an accomplishment.

"Shhh..." Justin whined, but he was still smiling.

"Relax, it's cute." Jason smiled warmly. "Anyway, your turn."

"Right." Justin mumbled. "The oldest guy I've been with was thirty two when I was just seventeen. I was proud..." He snickered, hoping Jason wouldn't find him gross. He was going to state something else, but he wanted Jason to know that although he wasn't a virgin, he wasn't inexperienced either.

"Nice." Jason looked like he was in thought. Justin thought it was adorable. "When you say 'been with' then, what does that mean?"

Justin smiled. "Oh, uh, blow job." He flushed. "Your turn."

"Oh, right." Jason smirked. 

Before he could state his fact, the food had arrived. Two plates of steaming burgers and fries were placed in front of the hungry boys, who politely thanked the waitress, and didn't spare a moment to dig in. Jason picked his more than appealing burger up and took a bite straight out of it, but Justin ate his by tearing a piece out of it with his fingers and popping it into his mouth.

Jason smiled upon seeing it. "You eat so cute."

"I eat... cute?" Justin questioned, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, so dainty. Cute."

"I think I'm taking that as an insult, so you eat like a pig." Justin smiled at his teasing comment, popping a single fry into his mouth.

Jason rolled his eyes, the smile still on his face. "How do you sit like that?" He questioned, sounding almost amazed, looking down at Justin's legs that were crossed over each other. Justin hadn't even noticed how feminine he'd been acting, and immediately removed his leg from on top of the other one. He'd forgotten guys couldn't really sit like that.

"Doesn't that hurt at all?" Jason asked, attempting to cross his legs but failed miserably and almost crushed his balls with a laugh.

Justin just laughed, trying to act casual when he was panicking. "I'm... flexible." He reasoned, ripping another piece from his burger to eat. "Your turn." He diverted.

"I still watch Disney channel when I get the chance." Jason admitted. The pair burst out in laughter.

"I'm still scared of the dark." Justin flushed, looking down at his food. "Brent hates it, but I sleep with a little lamp on."

He expected Jason to laugh hysterically like before, but instead he only chuckled a little bit and the arm around the back of his chair moved to squeeze his shoulder.

"Aw, that's cute." He cooed with a smile. Justin couldn't ignore that the hand moved from his shoulder, down onto his waist. He didn't think he was more thankful than admitting his silliest fear. "The dark sucks though, never know what's there." Jason elaborated, picking up a few fries and popping them into his mouth, as if touching Justin was the most natural thing in the world.

Justin tried to be calm about it like he was, but inside he was excited. The only person that had touched him like that was Brent, so it felt nice that someone was finally paying attention to him in a way that wasn't just for sex.

"Tell me something personal." Justin decided, trying not to be obvious as he scooted a little closer.

It didn't go unnoticed though. Jason pulled him as close as Justin had wanted, leaving the smaller male blushing that he'd gotten caught, but grinning because he was now leaning into Jason's side.

"Um..." Jason thought. "I used to have depression." He laughed. "That might be a bit too personal though. Oh well. I don't have it now."

Justin pouted. "What? Why?" He asked, looking up at Jason, who didn't seem to be affected by what he'd just said. "You never seemed sad." Justin stated, leaning his cheek on the larger males shoulder.

"Nothing serious. My dad walked out when I was about thirteen and I haven't seen him since. I got over it though, I'm fine." Jason insisted, sounding so honest Justin found it hard to feel sad at his story.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Justin's frown stayed apparent. "Were you on medication?"

Jason nodded. "For like a year and a bit when I was sixteen."

"What made you... get through it?" Justin wasn't sure how to word it, and he hoped that sounded right.

"I just... I realized there were things a lot more important than someone who left, like the people who stayed and cared." Jason paused to eat a few fries. "Like, what's the point in being sad over some bastard." He laughed gently, solemnly.

"What's your mom like?" Justin asked softly, fighting the urge to yawn. He didn't want to seem bored, he really wasn't, he was just really tired.

Jason noticed his drooping eyes and rubbed at his side. "I love her -- she's wonderful." He smiled. He didn't want to go into too much detail because he knew Justin only got along with his sister. Jason found it hard to understand that. "You look tired. We can go back if you want?"

Justin shook his head. "It's only seven, I can survive." He joked. "Besides, I'm having fun." He insisted, smiling up at Jason.

"Alright then." Jason mumbled, finishing up his meal.

The pair talked in the small diner for what seemed like a lifetime, when in reality, by the time they ordered desert it had only gotten to half seven. They both picked an ice cream sundae. Even though the meal they had was a little too much, the picture of the dessert on the menu was too hard to ignore. 

They continued to play their game all throughout, going off track most times, but it was fun and they learned a lot about each other. Justin especially enjoyed the closeness of the two, not even noticing the looks that an old couple were giving them who were seated across the diner from them. Obviously they didn't approve of the two males being so close, but Justin found it hard to even notice let alone care.




Justin's Secret Ch. 05



The sugar in the dessert had Justin alert until nearing half eight, when they had decided they were finished. He was in disbelief they'd managed to talk for two and a half hours, but he loved every second of it.

Jason pulled out his wallet, along with a couple notes that looked too much for just his meal.

"If you think you're paying you are wrong." Justin raised his eyebrows at Jason, somewhat hoping now that's what he was doing or else he'd feel pretty stupid.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Relax, it's nothing."

"Don't be cheesy!" Justin laughed, getting out his own money.

"I asked you out, doesn't that mean I should pay?" Jason grinned, putting his money down on the bill.

Justin shook his head. "Nope." He stated, laughing as he removed half of it, replacing it with his own money, handing the notes back to Jason. Just when Jason was about to disagree, Justin grabbed the other boy's wallet, shoving it back into his pocket. "No." He said, trying to be stern, but ended up giggling away.

"I can pay!" Jason protested, laughing with Justin. 

"So can I! Don't be corny." He warned, pushing the bill and the money to the other side of the table, hoping it would stay untouched.

"I feel cheap though." Jason pouted. Justin thought it was adorable, almost giving in, but held his ground.

"Half." Justin pushed, still grinning. "Okay?" Jason just continued to pout, making Justin giggle again as he pushed him playfully. "I'm going to the bathroom before we go." Justin decided, getting up from their booth. He'd ordered a second drink of juice before dessert and he was paying for it with a full bladder.

He was confused as he watched Jason get up too. "Same." He added nonchalantly, like it was nothing.

And it was nothing -- two guys going to the bathroom, usually that was no big deal. But Justin was freaking out the entire short journey. He cringed as Jason walked in first and headed to one of the urinals, standing in front of it and unzipping his pants, seeming as natural as anything.

A blush was on Justin's face as he went to one of the cubicles instead. 'How embarrassing!' He thought as he pulled his pants down to his ankles, trying to be as quickly as possible so Jason wouldn't think he was doing anything more than just peeing. Justin was mortified at the thought of that, and quickly finished up, rushing to try and get out in a time that was impossible for anything more than peeing.

He was almost out of breath as he flushed the chain and exited the cubicle. He watched Jason washing his hands (Justin was pleasantly surprised that he was even doing so), and he stood at the sink next to him to do the same.

"How come you went to a cubicle to just piss?" Jason asked with a laugh.

Justin almost let out a breath of relief. "I... bottom shy." He admitted quietly. Jason thought it was adorable.

Justin was thrilled that Jason replaced his arm around his waist as they walked out of the toilets and to the vehicle, still happy even though they had to part their ways to get into the car. Justin didn't even mind that the cold wind was still blowing -- he was just happy it all had gone so well.

They both buckled up before Jason started the car, and Justin was suddenly sad in realization that they were going back to the college. Justin really didn't want to have to part with him so soon, and becoming almost desperate in wanting to spend more time with him, he laid his hand gently on Jason's thigh barely a minute into the journey.

He almost smirked as he saw Jason look at him for only a split second before concentrating back on the empty road. Justin spared no time, sliding his hand up the denim of Jason's pants until he got to his crotch. He almost moaned himself, feeling what he'd wanted all these years twitch under the surprise of Justin's touch. He smiled as he gently massaged the growing bulge, satisfied that he was having such an affect on Jason.

"Justin." Jason finally spoke. "What are you..."

"Pull over." Justin almost commanded in his ear, nipping at his lobe. He felt confident all of a sudden, now that he'd gotten to know Jason more. The nerves he felt while in this position yesterday were thankfully not present.

Jason pulled over as soon as he could, shivering at Justin's demanding tone. He flicked his eyes off of the road, looking at the smaller male. He wasn't looking back though -- Justin was too busy focusing on his crotch, and that excited Jason.

Justin's hands moved over to unbutton and unzip his pants, and Jason almost sighed in relief as it released some of the pressure on his semi-erection. He lifted a little to help the twink take his pants down, and Justin almost moaned at the sight -- Jason wasn't wearing underwear underneath his jeans, and that turned him on more than he could comprehend.

He didn't let that distract him from the matter at hand. Immediately after he pulled the jeans down, he reached for the thick base of Jason's shaft and pulled it out for him to see.

Justin was not disappointed. It wasn't the biggest he'd had, but it was only beaten by one, which was Brent's, and that was only because it was a little thicker. 

Jason's cock was perfect -- thick, long, veiny, and to Justin's delight, uncut. He could tell Jason was proud of it, and he could definitely see why.

Justin let himself moan at the sight. On top of being the perfect size, Jason shaved -- Justin expected at least a trimmed bush but there was no hair. He loved it.

'I can't believe this is happening' Justin thought as he jerked the shaft to it's full size, watching the head hide under the foreskin on the upstroke. Jason let himself moan while watching, loving the way he made Justin's already small hand look so tiny. Jason could see a drop of pre-cum at the tip at Justin's movements, and he could already tell he wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck." Jason groaned as Justin bent down, gently licking the pearl of pre-cum up with his tongue, grasping onto the base with his hand tight. Justin didn't want to ever let go, and drew out what he was doing as long as possible, just licking at Jason's cock lightly. He didn't want it to ever end.

Justin moaned involuntary as he let his lips stretch over the cock head, pushing the foreskin back and gently flicking the sensitive slit with his tongue. As he was doing this, he was jerking the twitching shaft with his hand, barely believing that he couldn't touch his fingers and thumb together around the large girth.

"Justin." Jason grunted, taking a hold of Justin's hair, trying gently to get his mouth on more of his cock.

The smaller male complied, sucking more of the thick length into his mouth, stopping when the head hit his throat. He then backed off to the tip before taking it back down again, doing that repeatedly while his tongue was swirling around the shaft. Justin let himself moan continually to create vibrations, but most of the time, he couldn't help it.

When Justin felt Jason was getting really worked up judging by the amount of groans escaping his mouth, he moved the hand jerking his cock down to the base. He then positioned himself more over Jason's lap, before preparing to take more of it down. Jason hadn't realized until it was happening, feeling the head of his dick push down Justin's throat.

"No one's ever done this, oh fuck..." Jason moaned loudly. "Ah! Oh shit! Justin!" He cried out, bucking his hips up and holding Justin's head down. He loved the slurping and choking noises Justin made on his dick, letting go after almost fifteen hot seconds.

Justin came up for air, breathing heavily but hardly affected. Jason loved how Justin looked like he'd been face fucked hard, saliva coating his now red, swollen lips, strings of it still attached to his cock -- which was also coated in Justin's spit, and the scene looked so hot he could've came there and then.

Justin then jerked the shaft a little bit while he caught his breath, and then went back down on Jason again. With his free hand, Justin moved to play with Jason's balls gently, rolling them around in his fingers almost lovingly.

"So good..." Jason groaned, watching Justin's full lips touch his fingers that were holding the base. 'The boy has a gift' Jason thought. He never would have thought that he'd have his cock deep throated because of how big it was, but Justin had really surprised him, especially since how tiny he is.

Justin repeated that a few times, varying between letting Jason's cock stay in his throat for about ten seconds before he pulled off for air and bobbing up to the head then all the way down to the base quickly. He was forever grateful Brent let him practice on his when they were sixteen; he could tell Jason was surprised and very appreciative of his gift.

"Gonna cum." Jason grunted, closing his eyes for the first time, leaning back on the headrest.

"Yeah, cum in my mouth Jason." Justin urged, jerking the shaft while he spoke before slipping the head through his lips again.

Instead of deep throating, Justin concentrated on what he knew was the most sensitive part, pulling his lips up and back down on the head. He licked and tickled the underside with his tongue while he jacked the rest of the impressive length, moaning all the while, creating the most delicious vibration.

"Take it, take it!" Jason grunted, his hands on Justin's head, keeping him in place. "Oh, fuck!"

Justin moaned over and over while the white splatter of Jason's cum coated the inside of his mouth. He had to keep swallowing in order to make room for it all. It seemed like it would never end, and Justin hoped it wouldn't.

"Oh, God, Justin..."

Jason groaned one last time while he finished, letting himself relax against his chair with a sigh of pure satisfaction. His grip on Justin's head loosened, and after one final swallow, Justin cleaned up his cock with his mouth and backed off. He looked one last time at the deflating cock he'd already grown to love so much, and tucked it back gently into his jeans.

Jason laughed lightly, zipping and buttoning them up himself once he got them over his hips again. Justin only realized how wet he was when he stopped concentrating on Jason's crotch. He'd definitely leaked through with how wet he was, and he was right in his decision to wear dark jeans. He decided to sit on his hands on the way back, not wanting to make the seat wet. 'How embarrassing would that be?' He thought while cringing.

"No one's ever deep throated me before." Jason admitted, sounding amazed. "I thought it was too big, you have a fucking gift."

Justin smiled at both the compliment and the lingering taste of cum. "You liked?" His voice was raspy from the abuse to his throat.

"Liked? Loved. That was the best."

Justin let himself giggle, feeling almost high. "Was I good enough for you to take out then?" He asked, referring back to their conversation before.

Jason chuckled tiredly. "Definitely. No regrets." His face then contorted from content to unsure. "I've never... do you want..." Justin wasn't sure what he was asking. "You know like, return the favor?" He asked.

Justin was surprised. "You mean like, what I just did?"

Jason almost cringed. "Not a blow job, but..."

"Oh, no, I -- it's fine..." Justin furrowed his eyebrows. He'd never had a guy ask if he wanted a favor in return, it took him by surprise. He was also confused as Jason obviously didn't want to do it, and obviously hadn't done it before either. "Why ask?" He felt strangely flattered.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief. "I've never taken a guy out before. I would've felt selfish if I didn't at least ask." He smiled, starting the engine.

"So I'm different from your one night stands?" Justin asked in a teasing manner, a sly smile on his swollen lips which only showed he'd been up to no good.

Jason just smiled almost shyly, concentrating on the road.

*** 

"How did your date go?" Brent asked teasingly as soon as Justin stepped through the door.

"Need a shower. Talk later." Justin replied in desperate need of a release as he went to fetch his towel.

"That good huh?" Brent laughed.

Justin nodded, letting himself smile. "We talked a lot. It was nice." Though he was being blunt now, he knew he'd tell Brent just about everything after his needed shower.

"That it?" Brent sounded almost confused.

"Then I sucked him off in his car." Justin almost moaned at the memory.

"Ah, there's the Justin I know." He laughed, getting only a scowl and the middle finger from his friend.

Justin quickly made his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and turning on the shower. He couldn't of gotten his clothes off any faster, but when he took off his jeans, he noticed something like paper fall out of the pocket and onto the floor.

Confused, he picked it up, seeing it was money -- coincidentally, exactly half of what their meal had been and what Justin had thought he paid. His mouth opened almost in shock and he let himself laugh a little at how sweet it was. He knew then that Jason had found a way to pay for the dinner himself, and had sneaked the money into his pocket at some point. Justin was grinning like a fool, not being able to stop himself if he tried.

*** 

Jason entered his dorm with a sigh. It was of satisfaction until he saw his roommate there -- he was pretty much always out, so it was always disappointing to see him in the dorm. Two small greetings passed each other before Jason stated he was showering -- he'd wanted a bit of alone time to think, and his roommate being there would be a distraction.

He closed the bathroom door behind him and turned on the shower, wondering what Justin was doing at that moment. As he stripped himself of his clothes, he thought about how the date had went and smiled. There wasn't one awkward silence the whole time, which was unusual on first dates. Hell, he never even really went on first dates unless he thought he'd get laid afterwards.

He stepped in the shower. 'Justin's more than that though', he thought, letting the warm, relaxing water run over him. The blow job in the car had definitely perfected the date (being honestly the best he'd ever had), but it still would have been a nice time without it. He really did like Justin, and it was confusing and messing with him. He never really had romantic feelings for anyone a part from the girl he'd lost his virginity to at almost sixteen, and had been with for two more years after. After that, he decided a relationship wasn't worth it. 

He hadn't meant to, but he started to think about Justin's lips wrapped around his cock. The whole point of having a shower was to think about his feelings towards the twink, but he couldn't stop thinking about the events that happened right in his car. The way Justin was so eager to please sent a chill down his spine.

Jason groaned to himself out of dissatisfaction, jerking his hand away that was traveling down to his crotch as if it had it's own mind. He tried to take his mind off of his hardening shaft, thinking back to his feelings. He was turned off already. He sighed.

He got his thoughts on track, thinking about how the closest thing to a relationship since was 'friends with benefits' with a few people, so it was strange to be taking someone on dates and spoiling them again. It was also strange to him that it was a male. He knew since he started puberty he was at least bisexual, but he never saw himself in a relationship with a guy.

'A guy' -- the two words pondered around Jason's head. Justin acted so feminine, it was so unusual yet so familiar. The way he picked at his burger instead of biting into it, the giggling, the ability to cross his legs, being grossed out by anal and the strangest of all was that he didn't use the urinals. He hadn't yet met a guy that was 'bottom shy' as he'd stated, and along with all of those other things, it didn't really add up in his mind. 

'He's just gay' Jason thought with a sigh as he dismissed all of it, reaching down to take care of the large issue between his legs.



Justin's Secret Ch. 06



The following Monday after he went out with Jason, Justin tried to make himself as presentable as possible for obvious reasons. He'd even gone as far as getting up forty minutes earlier without an alarm -- his excitement that he was going to see Jason woke him up as if he was a child on Christmas morning.

The pair had been texting almost nonstop the whole weekend. Justin was almost getting sick of his message tone, but every time it went off he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Brent had been constantly teasing him about it, and Justin loved every second of it.

'Need to see you soon. Got some juicy gossip... xx' He texted Becca with a smile on his face.

"Smiling on a Monday?" Brent gasped, faking surprise. "You must have Psychology."

Justin rolled his eyes as he worked in his foundation. "Oh hush. And yes, I do." He met Brent's eyes in the mirror, smiling at him.

"Has he text you this morning?"

Justin shook his head. "He did last night though."

"I know. You need to put your phone on silent." Brent decided, stripping himself from his towel.

"Hah. I was thinking the same." Justin answered. He usually only put on a bit of foundation, but as he looked through his makeup bag, he was pondering about eye makeup. "Should I put on some eyeliner? Or is that too much?"

Brent pulled up his boxers and wondered over to where Justin was sat. "What's that?" He asked naively. Justin held up the pencil. "You'll look all emo." Brent decided before going back to get dressed.

"I was going for cute but alright." Justin sighed. He dropped the eyeliner and decided to go for a bit of blush instead. 'No one's ever gone wrong with rosy cheeks' he thought, applying the least amount that was still visible. He studied his face for any blemishes before it was time to leave -- he still found it strange he was excited for class, but it was only because of who he sat next to.

He was surprised he was able to leave the room to get to class without Brent now too, but that's exactly what he did. He knew it was because of the big change in his confidence ever since Jason had shown an interest in him, and that excited him. But despite his confidence, Justin felt really shy when he saw Jason already sitting in his seat for class. They hadn't talked in person since Saturday, and he wasn't sure how to act around him in public. For all he knew, Jason may have wanted to keep it a secret.

Jason smiled upon seeing him, so he took that as a good sign.

"Hi." Justin said shyly, taking his seat and pulling the things he needed for class out.

"I was thinking..." Jason started. He sounded nothing like Justin, his confidence dominating his voice as usual. Justin found it hot. "If you're not busy, wanna go out again this weekend?" Jason asked. He seemed very casual about it, but he was hoping for a yes.

"Oh, definitely." Justin was blushing already. "Are we like... you know, dating then?" He didn't want to sound forward, but he needed to ask.

He could tell Jason was smirking without even looking at him. "Well, it'll be the second time I'm taking you out this weekend. That's dating, right?"

"Right." Justin almost swooned. He was dating Jason Anderson.

"Why are you being so shy?" Jason chuckled. "You were anything but on Saturday..." He said more sensually, obviously referring to the blow job.

Justin only blushed harder at that, but he was still smiling. "Oh yeah, when did you put the money in my pocket, hm?" He put on a stern voice.

"I told you I'd pay for the dinner."

Justin giggled. "You're sweet."

*** 

By the time two Saturday's passed, they had been on two more dates. On both occasions Jason took Justin to the same diner, where they ate and talked all night. On the ride home, it was now apparently a custom for Justin to feel Jason up until they pulled over so he could blow him. They both absolutely loved it, and each time Justin pretended to not notice Jason had sneaked the amount Justin had paid for dinner into his pocket. 

It was all very sweet, but on the third Saturday, their third date, Jason apparently wanted a little more.

After the 'tradition' of pulling over and Justin giving a blow job and pretending not to notice Jason paying for the dinner, Jason did what Justin had been dreading, and why he was so very quick to blow him to avoid this very situation.

He started to lean in, but Justin lightly pushed him away, blushing harder than he'd ever done.

"I, uh, no, I'll taste nasty." Justin excused, sitting back in his seat.

"Don't worry, I think it's hot." Jason stated, gently pulling Justin back to him, but he resisted. "What's wrong?" He asked, sounding confused, finding it appropriate to tuck himself away into his pants now that Justin apparently wasn't interested.

"It's not you." Justin stated almost desperately. "I just..." He sighed.

There was a long silence before Jason replied. "Right. I get it." He mumbled. Justin's eyes darted to him. Jason was looking straight forward as he started the car up, his facial expression showing he was annoyed. He probably shouldn't have started with the typical 'it's not you, it's me' line.

"It's not that! I uh--" Justin cut himself off. 

Jason looked at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for the excuse, but when it never came, he went back to looking at the road.

Justin sighed, slouching back into his seat, feeling the tears pinch his eyes. He knew Jason was mad because he'd taken him out three times and paid for his meals to only be rejected, but he couldn't tell him the real reason. 'He probably thinks I'm such a whore' Justin thought. 'I'll blow him but I won't kiss him. What's wrong with me?'.

It was a very long, silent trip back to the college. Justin fidgeted uncomfortably the whole way back, not knowing how to fix it. He was devastated that the evening had gone so well, only to be ruined by another stupid secret of his -- he was that upset he was thinking about telling Jason the reason behind the rejection. He squirmed with humiliation at the mere thought of the secret, let alone actually telling someone.

When they parked up, Jason was about to get out of the car without a word, but Justin spoke up.

"I haven't had my first kiss yet." He finally blurted out, not being able to hold it back.

Jason looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows, and Justin thought he was mad at him for a moment, until he cracked an unsure smile.

"Really?" He asked in an almost teasing tone.

Justin sighed. 'No going back now' he thought. "Really." 

"You should've said." Jason looked as guilty as he felt. "Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you were just rejecting me..."

Justin shook his head. "It's fine. Really. I just... it's embarrassing."

"Come here." Jason said gently with a smirk.

"No, I--"

"Come here." He said in a more demanding yet teasing tone. Justin sighed and moved closer to Jason, where the larger male cupped his face and pulled him close. A simple peck was placed on Justin's lips, but it was enough to make him go weak. This was the further than Justin had ever been, kissing-wise of course.

Jason gave Justin enough time to smile small before he moved in again and kissed him properly -- this time Justin copied and kissed back, feeling more than overwhelmed. It was only slow, small pecks that they were sharing, but Justin was over the moon with the progress he was making. He would have never done something like this a month ago with Jason.

"That's it." Jason mumbled as they pulled back.

"That's it?"

"Yep, that's it."

"Oh." Justin smiled. "I was expecting something more difficult."

Jason smiled in return. "Using tongue is easy as well, I promise." He laughed, letting his hand fall onto Justin's thigh out of affection.

"That sounds gross." Justin giggled along, feeling giddy inside.

"What, you'll suck my dick but tongues are gross?" Jason chuckled, feeling as happy as Justin.

"Shut up!" Justin scolded jokingly, curious of his new skill and pulling Jason back down by his shirt to kiss him again.

They kissed a little more outside Jason's dorm before their date was really over. Justin grinned all the way back to his dorm that was just a little further along the corridor, thinking about how well the past month had gone for him. He never would have guessed Jason Anderson would take a second glance at him, but now they were dating. He felt like it was all a dream, and hopefully he wouldn't wake up soon.

"Guess who just had their first kiss?" Justin boasted with a blush as he shut the door behind him. He wriggled out of his winter coat and hung it up, turning to Brent with a grin.

***

'Wanna grab some lunch?xxx' Jason text. It was the following Thursday after Justin's first kiss, and he thought it was cute that Jason was thinking about him.

'Yeah, that sounds nice' Justin replied as he exited his English class. 'meet me out front?Xxx'

'Sure xxx'

Justin walked to the front doors of the college, frowning all the way despite seeing Jason soon. He was in a pretty bad mood because he'd woken this morning with his boxers stained red at the crotch, and the cramping in his stomach all the way through his first two classes was torture. He didn't really want to see Jason because he felt uncomfortable and moody in this state, but he said yes anyway. He really had wanted to head back to the dorm to moan about the cramps that were a result of his unwanted (but still existing no matter how hard he wished it away) womanhood, but eventually he found it too difficult to say no. He really did love spending time with Jason, even if he felt as if he was dying.

A hand on his cheek turning his face in another direction interrupted his mental complaints. He was startled at first, but when the familiar lips of the boy he was dating pressed against his own, he relaxed and his mood lifted immediately. It was the first time they'd kissed since Saturday, obviously being in class the other times they saw each other.

"We're in college." Justin blushed. He was smiling, his fist crumpled in Jason's shirt. He was completely smitten with him.

"Don't care." Jason snickered, ignoring all the staring as he wrapped his arm around Justin's waist.

He lead them out to his car, not really sure where they were going yet, just hoping to see a small cafe along the way or something.

"Your turn." Justin said randomly, interrupting the comfortable silence with a smile, his hand resting lightly on Jason's thigh as he drove. He was trying so hard not to double over in pain, but his happiness of being with Jason counteracted that.

"Oh, God, that." Jason laughed at the remembrance of their game they played on their first date. After some thought, he said: "Anything in particular you wanna hear? I'm stuck."

Justin thought back to one of Jason's confessions from their first date. "Why have you been with more guys than girls?" He asked curiously, remembering he'd stated that but he had been too shy to ask why at the time. The fact that it might have something to do with their genitalia was playing on his mind since.

Jason shrugged. "I dunno... guys are less annoying, I suppose. They're just more chill, and they don't whine when you don't call them back because they're satisfied with a one night stand." He laughed. "As crude as that sounds... it's just girls are so high maintenance, you know?"

Justin nodded, feeling a little self-conscious. "Yeah."

"I don't mean to sound rude but..." He laughed. "I prefer pussy over ass, though the end result with a chick just isn't worth it most of the time. If only guy's had was girl's do." He shrugged with a chuckle, hoping Justin hadn't found his words too crude. He was used to swearing a lot as his mother never minded it, but he didn't want his little date to think bad of him so he tried to tone it down.

Jason's somewhat explicit words almost made Justin faint though. A guy with a pussy -- he hated the word, he hated everything about it, especially what it was doing to him in that moment, but that's what Jason said would be ideal. Justin was over the moon, and he wondered if he literally meant it. If only he did. Justin suddenly felt a lot more confident with himself, and also confident in telling his date about what he'd been hiding. His worst fear would be to frighten him away or anger him by it, but this gave him hope.

Justin almost grinned. "I get what you mean about the guy thing. Becca is always fitting at me for the silliest things where Brent is just..." He paused. "A guy. It's better that way."

"My brother's like that, you know." Jason stated casually, pulling up next to a small restaurant. 

Justin's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the comment. "What?" He asked, sounding almost desperate for the answer. Justin knew if he had been sipping a drink he would have sprayed it all over the dashboard at his words.

Jason was almost startled by his shocked tone. "You're not against that shit are you?" He sounded almost offended himself as he cut the cars engine. He couldn't help his language this time.

"Oh, God, no!" Justin quickly redeemed himself. "No -- not that at all. It just... what?" He was in disbelief.

Jason looked confused, and Justin thought he looked absolutely adorable. "My brother. He was born a sister, basically." He let himself laugh warily, wondering why his date was acting so strange about it. He almost felt disappointed, thinking that Justin was very open minded and would've accepted it rather than react as he had.

Jason then thought back to everything strangely feminine he'd seen Justin do, but shook those thoughts out of his mind. He was being very stupid, he reasoned.

"Oh." Justin choked, not even realizing Jason was getting out of the vehicle. He unbuckled his seat belt and tried very hard to not act like he was in any discomfort or even shock as he got out of the car. He tried to walk at his normal pace to avoid Jason suspecting anything, but he knew the larger male had realized that something was wrong by the time they sat themselves down. Justin had let out an accidental moan as he sat, some of the discomfort lifting. He always got really bad cramps at his time of the month, and the information Jason had just revealed didn't help a whole lot.

Jason spied over at him, his attention drifting from the menu. "Something wrong?" He asked, looking at Justin's hands at his belly. He'd noticed Justin had been sub-consciously clutching at his stomach when he'd first walked over to him at the college, but he brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. He was starting to wonder if something really was putting his twink in discomfort.

"No--" A waiter thankfully interrupted him, making him sigh in relief. They both ordered the same drinks as usual, Jason a coke and Justin some sort of juice. Today he chose cranberry, and made sure to ask for a straw as usual. Each time it made Jason laugh and look at him with adoration, resulting in Justin smiling shyly and blushing. He was glad Jason didn't treat him like a child even if sometimes he did act like one.

The topic thankfully changed for Justin after the interruption. He loved that every so often Jason would lean down to kiss him somewhere, including his willing lips. It made Justin feel sexy and wanted despite being in his uncomfortable state, like Jason couldn't get enough. He couldn't wait when Jason would offer his tongue for the first time, it made him excited with wonder every time he leaned down.

Somewhere in between their flowing conversation and just after their meals came, Justin quickly excused himself to the bathroom, praying that Jason wouldn't come too. Thankfully he didn't, and he hoped it didn't look weird to Jason that he was taking his school bag with him. 

Justin was relieved that the bathroom was empty and was able to do what he needed with only the stress of just being quick. He knew you shouldn't, but obviously having nowhere else to put the used towel, he resulted in flushing it. 

He was grateful (and sort of mortified) that the college was so supportive of his situation and he had a bin especially for it in his dorm bathroom. Plus the whole thing with letting him have Brent as his roommate really was a huge relief. It was nice to have someone understand, he didn't really get that often.

He then thought back to what Jason had said about his brother. He really needed to talk to Brent as soon as possible -- half of him wanted to tell Jason, but he really was frightened of his reaction. He was almost glad that his brother was in the same situation so he knew he couldn't really discriminate.

"Belly ache?" Jason asked as Justin sat. He'd ordered lasagne, and lifted a forkful of the steaming goodness to his lips.

"Uh, yeah." Justin almost started to sweat, moving his hands away from his stomach. "Must be something I ate."

Jason suddenly looked very concerned. "Oh, do you feel alright?"

"Not sick." Justin reassured. "Just sore."

"Have you done sit ups recently or anything like that you don't usually?" Jason asked, thoroughly enjoying the food he'd ordered. He saw Justin's confusion. "That'd create an ache because you're not used to exercising the now growing muscles there."

"Oh -- yeah, I have." Justin lied quietly. "Must be that."

Jason smiled. "At least you're not sick. Do you want to go back?"

"No, no, it's fine, really." Justin smiled up at him. He loved how considerate Jason was. "Um..." He almost blushed as the larger male looked down at him. "I... about your brother?" He mumbled.

"Yeah..." Jason asked slowly, preparing for some sort of insult.

"I don't know." Justin blushed that time. He felt silly. "Tell me about it?"

"His, like, experience?"

Justin nodded, not daring to look up at Jason. He didn't want to give anything away.

Jason let out the breath he was holding, happy Justin didn't seem to mind it. He started thinking of all of the suspected reasons why he wouldn't mind it but shook them out of his head.

"Well, when I was born he was my five year old sister." He started to explain, searching Justin's face for any kind of disgust. "He'd always been interested in my other brother's stuff. His clothes, his toys, anything, and because it was only a years difference it all fit." He almost smiled when he saw Justin was genuinely intrigued, not grossed out. "As a girl, he always dressed in boys clothes. Some people would mistake him as a boy at that time. At sixteen he... came out, I guess... told everyone he was really a boy inside."

"Wow..." Justin pretended to be shocked by pretty much his own experience. "Did your parents mind?"

"No... they thought he was just a lesbian, so I guess they suspected it." Jason shrugged. "They were supportive, luckily. He then went on testosterone pills and got the surgery when he was twenty one."

Justin raised his eyebrows, almost in awe. Jason seemed proud of his brother for accomplishing something so difficult, there was not a hint of negativity in his tone. 

"Wow... so he's completely, well, a guy?"

Jason nodded, lifting another forkful of delicious food to his mouth. "Yeah. He still takes the pills, but there's nothing about him that's female. You can't really tell."

"Did you not find it like..." Justin's breath became shallow as he fidgeted, his palms getting clammy. "Weird?"

Jason shook his head, picking up on all of Justin's nervous actions. "No. I grew up with it. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"What? Yeah. Fine." Justin lied. He wasn't sure how he felt. He loved that Jason wasn't against anything to do with trans people, but he didn't know if that meant he would date one. He felt sick with the conflict and confusion. He hated lying to him too, so that added to the mix. Brent's strict words 'you need to tell him soon' echoed through his mind -- he'd lectured him on it when he spilled about his first kiss. Brent thought it was too far into the relationship, especially with the kissing now to keep it any longer.




Justin's Secret Ch. 06



Once their lunch had all been eaten, both of the boys put in their halves of the money before they left. Until they got to the car, Jason walked proudly with his arm around his dates waist.

Justin looked up from his phone. "We still have almost an hour, want to come back to my dorm?" He asked, buckling himself in. Before he went out with Jason, he'd text Brent to let him know he couldn't eat with him -- he'd got a response saying it was fine and he was with his friends, and he hoped he was still out of the dorm so that he and Jason could be alone. 

He sent another text to Brent to let him know he was going to the dorm, hopefully hinting to him to leave if he was there.

"Sure." Jason smiled.

It was a little weird for the pair having their first drive back from somewhere without a blow job taking place, but Jason reasoned it down to Justin's belly ache. It surprised him that he actually didn't mind -- it would've obviously been a wonderful touch to the journey, but he hadn't found himself disappointed. It was then he knew he liked Justin for him and not for his insanely good blow jobs, which was new.

Due to the fact Justin wasn't distracted enough for Jason to put money for their lunch in his pocket, he tried to discreetly do so in the (thankfully Brent-free) dorm. Though he was caught putting the notes under a book labeled with his dates name, and got a playful telling off in return.

"Every time!" Justin giggled, letting himself snuggle into Jason's chest with a contagious smile that the larger male had apparently caught by just looking at.

"Just pretend it didn't happen." Jason laughed lightly. Before any protests could be made, Jason hushed the little male with his lips, kissing him both slowly and sensually.

Justin whimpered against him in both surprise and delight, letting himself get lost in the lip lock. It had been the first time they had kissed in a place where no one could see them, and they both found themselves indulging in the privacy. Maybe a little too much, because soon Justin was finding himself being pushed onto the small college bed of his, letting his thighs fall apart to accommodate Jason's hips all too easily. 

For the first time that day, Justin forgot completely about his insane cramps and the uncomfortable feeling between his legs. He was shamefully excited as he shared his first real intimate moment with someone else, returning the simple kisses with need. 

The excitement increased and a thrilling nervous feeling was introduced as he felt the tip of Jason's tongue against his lips. The kissing hadn't been very adventurous before that, being just barely open-mouthed pecks, so Justin nervously parted his lips. He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, so he pulled back out of embarrassment; he didn't want to seem like he was being too wet with his kisses and made himself all flustered. His face flushed so red it felt as if all of the blood in his body was rising to his head all at once.

"Too soon?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow. He'd spoke the same husky tone he acquired when receiving a blow job, and Justin made the association that he was turned on by just kissing him. Some of the humiliation drifted away and was replaced with pure sexual drive, but most of it was still there, creating the burning red on his cheeks as well as arousal.

"No -- I want to, I just... don't really know what I'm doing..." Justin giggled nervously, feeling high off of the intimacy, his little hands exploring the skin of Jason's neck.

Jason just smirked. He found Justin so adorable, and wondered how the twink could be so cute yet so sexy at the same time. He loved the little moans and whimpers he could raise with just making out -- it made him wonder what Justin would be like in bed. The thought made his cock twitch, and he leaned down to kiss Justin again after a brief 'do what I do' -- he really didn't mind if Justin got anything wrong, he just loved being able to be his first at something he accomplished himself at thirteen.

It didn't take long before Justin's shy tongue had joined Jason's more confident, experienced one. Justin mentally cheered himself on, finally completing the simple task of properly making out with somebody -- well, not just somebody. He felt excited and giddy, not being able to hold back his little whimpers of satisfaction. Justin had always been very responsive, even to little things, and apparently making out was one of them.

Though, the best part was definitely the feel of Jason's erection at his thigh.

Just as Justin was about to reach down for it, a cramp that felt like multiple knives stabbing and twisting into Justin's abdomen caused him to pull back from his first proper make out session. He groaned like he'd just been kicked in the gut, grabbing his stomach and turning away onto his side to double over into a fetal position. He tried to be discreet, but it was impossible.

"Shit, are you okay?" A worried Jason asked, taking Justin's hands away from his stomach to try and see if there were any visible problems. Justin just nodded, pushing the hands away in defeat.

The cramp died out into bearable but very unpleasant pain. Justin felt so frustrated he could cry, but as soon as Jason wrapped his arms around him in a spooning position, he felt a lot better. Jason moved his hands underneath Justin's so that he was soothingly rubbing where the pain was, which actually relieved a lot of it.

"Fuck, I'm sorry..." Justin mumbled once the pain faded out to barely there. He felt as if every time they tried to get intimate he would do something to get in the way of it, but Jason's hands felt like magic as they rubbed both the pain and the negative thoughts away.

He let his head fall back to see Jason smiling small. He leaned up to kiss the sympathetic male in thanks, and the pair started making out soon enough again -- it wasn't as heated as the last one, it was more slow and passionate. Justin loved them both, it was all so perfect to him.

"I really like you Justin." Jason let himself mumble against Justin's talented lips.

Said lips released a giggle as Justin turned his body to face Jason. "I really like you too." He whispered, trying out his new skill again, feeling extremely giddy at the confessions.

They kissed as if it was the only thing they knew how to do, but Justin couldn't help but feel the guilt slowly eating away at his happiness. He knew then that he had waited too long to tell Jason his secret -- if he didn't take to it well, it would really hurt, and that wasn't what Justin had intended at all.

He pushed all of those thoughts aside quickly. He'd decide that later -- what he felt now, Jason pressing into his ass, was more important. Arousal clouding his judgment, he pushed his big secret to tell another day, and was quick to have Jason on his back.

"You don't have to." Jason mumbled, though his eyes, body language and even the tone of his voice said completely otherwise. "You're sore." 

Justin could tell he meant well but he didn't want that at all, his eyes darkened with arousal were begging for what was on offer. Though, he was still incredibly flattered that Jason would deny a blow job just for his own comfort. He'd never been with someone that hadn't pressured him before, and the thought made him feel almost royal, like he deserved to be treated right for a change.

But still, he loved to give blow jobs, and he was going to make sure Jason got the best one yet.

Ignoring his cramps, Justin got down to business, literally. He was on his knees in between Jason's legs on the bed, happy he was wearing sweats that day so he could easily just pull it from it's confines, rather than having to unbutton and pull at tight denim. 

It was Justin's first time actually seeing it in real light and he was shamefully excited. Usually this would happen in Jason's barely lit car at night time, but now that he was seeing it with daylight spilling in from the blinds, Justin let himself moan and take his time to feel and look at Jason's cock. He fell in love with it all over again as he jerked it halfheartedly, too into taking in it's beautiful details to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Fuck, Justin..." Jason groaned, finding it incredibly hot how Justin was worshiping his most prized possession. After all the people he'd been with, no one had ever come close to the way Justin was looking at his cock, spending this much time admiring it. He'd never felt more aroused, looking at the lust in the smaller boys eyes.

Justin soon took it into his mouth after tracing some of the veins with the tips of his fingers. It looked a lot bigger now they were in daylight, and he just couldn't wait any longer to have it in his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around the few inches he'd taken in, indulging in the feeling of how intense just the privacy was. He felt that the head in Jason's car was always rushed, trying not to get caught, but now he could spend as much time as he liked on it.

Jason watched his cock slide deeper past those plump lips he'd loved from the start. It was slow, almost like Justin was making love to it with his mouth and hands, the moaning only increasing the already intense pleasure. He too felt that the privacy was wonderful, and right when he was thinking it couldn't get any better, Justin's eyes fluttered open and he looked up from his activities, right into Jason's eyes.

Jason let out a needy moan of surprise, staring right back at Justin, who still looked so innocent somehow. With the angle of the car, it never allowed Justin to look into his eyes while sucking his cock. It was delicious, and Jason tried to burn the image into his mind as best as he could, trying not to cum.

He got an idea at the thought. "My turn." Jason gasped, referring to the confession game. "I sort of have this thing..." Justin stopped what he was doing to pull off to talk, but was pushed right back down again. "I've never tried it but I think it's really hot." The excitement lighting up in Justin's eyes made his cock twitch between his lips. "Would you... I really..."

Justin pulled off completely this time. "Like, a fetish?" He smiled sheepishly, red from embarrassment and arousal.

"Well, yeah." Jason didn't seem embarrassed as Justin had expected. "I've always wanted to video..." He trailed off, not wanting to feel like he was pressuring Justin. 

"So you've never...?"

"No. Would you mind?" Jason asked, gesturing to his iPhone.

"I think it's hot too." Justin breathed, feeling nervous. "Won't people find it easily?"

Jason swiped his phone to show a set of numbers. "You need a password." He reassured.

Justin was blushing harder at the thought. "As long as it's just you who sees it..." He trailed off.

"Are you sure? Like really sure?"

Justin smiled at his reoccurring asking for consent. "Positive. Send it or... them, to me after wards."

Jason didn't last long after that, for obvious reasons. It was something about knowing he was snapping photos and videos of their most intimate moment yet, watching Justin give him a blow job with those pretty lips of his through the screen was incredibly arousing.

Just as he was about ten seconds into a video, Justin pulled off to ask: "Wanna cum on my face?" There was a hint of embarrassment to his tone, but he tried his best to come off as seductive and had succeeded. He'd never asked anyone that before, and he got a little camera shy, but the look on Jason's face was worth it. Justin didn't even care he had class soon, he wanted to please Jason as much as he could.

Justin made sure to look into the camera lens on the phone while Jason stroked himself above him. Justin was now kneeling on the floor with Jason standing over him, trying to discreetly touch himself between his legs over his pants, somewhat hoping the camera would catch it for Jason's viewing pleasure later. He alternated between sucking the head and licking it with small flicks of his tongue, lapping up the pre-cum.

"Oh, shit." Jason groaned, watching Justin's innocent eyes stare up into the camera on the phone's screen as he jerked himself. 

Unfortunately, Justin's phone started ringing. Justin left Jason's cock with a 'pop' sound. "Ignore it." He mumbled, briefly moving just to stuff his phone under the covers to muffle the noise.

Jason did so, not that he needed Justin to tell him otherwise.

"Yeah, cum on my face Jason." Justin spat out through gritted teeth while still trying to stare up into the lens, the sensations between his legs with all of the friction was pushing him there despite his state. "Jason!" He cried out, his eyes closing just in time as his orgasm took over. He lulled his head back a little and whined and whimpered and moaned, trying to keep his eyes open for the camera but failed due to the incredible climax he was experiencing. He knew the fact it was being videoed was a huge part of his quick orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jason chanted in a groan, his orgasm affecting his camera skills, but still somehow focused it on Justin's face as the streaks of cum spurted out onto it. He could tell Justin was also cumming by the sound of his needy voice, and it made the situation so much more pleasurable.

The mutual climax's ended, the video now almost three minutes, recording the pair catching their breath. Justin was shivering, but not from the cold, opening his eyes that were clenched shut to look up into the lens again. As he did this, he decided to finish the video by leaning forwards and taking the head of the softening cock into his mouth, cleaning it lovingly.

Jason groaned at the sight and the sensitive feel, looking at Justin's cum covered face through the screen.

"That was..." Jason started as he cut the video off. "Wow." Was all he could say, letting himself sit on the edge of the bed, his phone falling beside him. His knees were weak.

"Yeah." Justin sounded like he was in a dream land, letting his hand fall from the crotch of his jeans.

"Were you...?" Jason's eyes widened with arousal as he noticed what Justin had been up to with his hand he thought was free.

Justin nodded sheepishly, a cheeky smile on his swollen lips. "Oops." He remarked, leaving Jason with that as he went to the bathroom to clean up. Before he could get away though, Jason pulled him close by his arms, planting a deep kiss on his swollen lips that were still coated with his sticky cum.

Justin smiled as he stared at himself in the mirror, not even caring about the terribly uncomfortable wet and sore sensation between his legs. He decided a shower was definitely in order.

"Brent called." Jason shouted to him, obviously having checked Justin's phone to see who it was that had interrupted.

"Oh, um." Justin mumbled. Before he could ask to call him back to see what he needed, the dorm door opened.

"Shit." Justin heard Jason say, before the faffing of material told him he hadn't yet tucked himself away. Justin laughed at the thought.

Justin heard Brent greet Jason. "Where's the lil' one?" He asked.

"Gonna shower!" Justin called as way of response, happy to now he knew Jason had company.

Brent started to laugh, and Justin blushed. It was obvious as to why he was showering, and he tried to take one as long as possible to avoid the teasing he knew would come. He was also cursing himself for not bringing clean undies into the bathroom with him -- he could wear his clothes again obviously, but he felt unclean to put his underwear back on.

He blushed hard as he exited the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. He made a B-line straight for where his underwear was kept, and was praying to God he wasn't leaking down his leg.

"Woah." Jason mumbled. "Where'd you get the scars?" He asked, looking at Justin with wide eyes. Brent looked incredibly awkward at the remark.

Justin hadn't even looked at him until now. He was confused, until he realized what Jason meant -- the scars from his breast removal surgery. His parents had paid for it as a surprise for his eighteenth birthday (which he was so over the moon about he cried) which wasn't long ago. It was the nicest thing they'd ever done for him, if not one of the only. Though, the scars were still quite visible as they hadn't had time to fade yet, but he'd forgotten all about it. His face went white as a sheet.

"Two seconds." Justin mumbled, almost running back to the safety of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He felt really sick, and thought he was going to be for a moment.

He longed out getting dressed as much as he could before exiting the bathroom. He hoped Jason had forgotten all about it, but the fact his brother had gone through the same surgery was enough to make him want to burst into tears. It was so obvious what had happened. 

He was thankful Brent was yapping on the phone to someone so he couldn't make it awkward.

His face displayed absolute misery as Justin made his way to his bed, which had Jason laying on it.

"You have ten minutes till class." Jason reminded quietly in a sympathetic tone, welcoming Justin into his open arms, feeling bad about what he'd blurted out. "I'm sorry, that was really dumb of me." Jason apologized sheepishly. 

He'd been thinking about how insensitive he'd been about asking what the scars were the entire time Justin was in the bathroom, but mostly he'd been blocking out the thoughts of what it could be through his brothers experience. 'You're being fucking stupid, it could be anything!' he thought to himself every time it popped up.

Brent saw that an intimate moment was taking place and took his phone call into the hallway.

"It's fine. Just insecure about them." Justin lied. He was proud and posted them on his rarely used Tumblr page as soon as he recovered. He was anonymous on there, no one knew who he was, and he was beyond happy about it. "Let's not talk about it." Justin smiled. "The video..." He trailed off, letting his lips move to kiss Jason's neck in attempts to sway him away from the topic. Though really, he wanted to go back to hiding in the bathroom.

"I sent it all to you." Jason mumbled in a husky tone; he knew it made Justin go crazy. "So fucking hot."

Justin moaned as Jason touched his lips to his, and soon they were making out like nothing had happened on the small bed. 

Though, despite the fact Justin had the ability to take his mind off of anything with those lips of his, Jason's mind was still trying to wonder to the familiar scars underneath Justin's nipples and the cramps he had been experiencing.



Justin's Secret Ch. 07



"Gosh, there's so much to tell!" Justin replaced instead of 'hello', his arms wrapping around his best friends shoulders, pulling her in tight. 

"Good! College life is busy, hm?" Becca asked, returning the cuddle.

It was not the following Saturday, but the one after that since the incident with the scars on the Thursday, and Justin remembered he hadn't seen Becca since the party other than small hello's in the hallway and little text conversations that didn't really count. But, Brent was out so he decided to call Becca over for a chat since his sister canceled coming up to see him that day. He was upset about that but hid it well -- he missed his sister a lot and he couldn't wait to tell her all about Jason, even the explicit parts. He hadn't seen her since before college started.

Since his first make out session, Justin and Jason and been out on another date the Saturday after that, but nothing out of the blue occurred. They, same as usual, had a really lovely night before Justin blew him -- though, it was in Jason's dorm rather than the car. He was thankful his roommate had a busy social life. The privacy was awesome.

Justin scoffed. "Hardly. It's a certain someone keeping me busy." He shot a little wink at his friend, settling down on his bed.

Becca followed straight afterwards. "You slut! Spill." She named, feigning offense. Justin hadn't yet told her about Jason -- all she knew was that there was some juicy gossip waiting for her.

Justin laughed. "It may or may not be Jason..." He mumbled sheepishly with a small, sub-conscious smile on his lips. His phone buzzed almost demonstrating his point. "Speak of the devil." His smile widened, replying to the cheeky text, trying not to give away he was sexting right in front of his friend.

"Fuck off!" Becca's mouth dropped open in shock. Then, she let out a big 'aww!' for her friend, pulling Justin up into a bone-crushing hug. "This is so exciting! We've been waiting for this forever!" Then she pushed playfully. "And you kept it from me! Bitch." She laughed.

Justin giggled out of happiness and excitement. "We're dating. He's staying here tonight 'cause Brent's staying at Ana's." He blushed, replying to the text that was quickly received. He loved that Jason was a fast texter, even without all of the sexting. He was used to being ignored.

"Tell me everything!" Becca demanded.

"Alright." Justin blushed again, a shy smile on his lips. He told her everything minus about Jason's brother and about the scars incident, etc., but the rest Justin was happy to blab about. It felt like he was going on for hours, and though he knew he could potentially go on for that long, it was really only ten minutes. He made sure to include the explicit details that Becca would have forced out of him otherwise.

"That's all so sweet." She cooed, holding her hands to her heart. "A part from the video. You're raunchy." She let herself laugh.

Justin rolled his eyes but giggled along. "I know. It's so good though."

"I can imagine!" Becca paused. "Do you think you'll lose your virginity to him?" She asked in a serious tone.

Justin cringed -- he knew she thought that meant anal for them. "Um, I'm not sure..." He mumbled truthfully. "I... I dunno, I'm still quite frigid minus blow jobs." He was blushing again, trying to explain it without his secret that was still true. "I mean, I only just had my my first make out session a week ago, you know?"

"It'll all fall in place." Becca smiled, giving him hope for a second. "I was definitely nervous my first time-"

"Bitch, you lost your v card at fourteen to a one night stand. Shut it!" Justin scolded.

The pair burst into fits of giggles on the bed. It was something about Becca that brought out the stereotypical gay side in him, but he loved it. He felt okay with his feminine side around Becca, like it was okay for a few hours to be in his situation. He really needed to hang around her more often.

Once the laughter died out, Justin's phone buzzed. He wiped away the tears from his laughter so he could read, still giggling lightly as he swiped open Jason's message. The laughter stopped as soon as it came up on his screen, though.

"What? What is it?" Becca asked, interrupting her own little laughs too. It looked like Justin was shocked.

She tried to look at the phone, but Justin quickly pulled the phone to his chest. "It's... dirty." He let out a giggle, blushing from embarrassment and arousal. He'd been sent a photo of a crotch shot from Jason, who was apparently alone in his dorm, as he was lying on his bed stark naked. His long, thick cock was an angry red at the tip where pre-cum was pooling. His hand fisted around the base of the shaft where a little bit of stubble was barely visible, and Justin could see the thick column was slick with some sort of lube.

The message attached read 'I should be getting ready but I started thinking about you' - Justin almost fainted and pulled the phone away a little just to look at it and to save it. The fact that this was occurring only down the corridor made Justin want to get up and leave Becca just to have it in his mouth.

"What?" Becca was smirking, not trying to take a peak anymore.

"It's a picture." Justin mumbled, pondering what to reply.

"Well don't just sit here! Send one back!" She encouraged, pushing him off of the bed and into the bathroom.

Justin resisted. "Oh, Becca, no!" He was laughing, bracing himself in his tracks. "I've never sent one before..."

"Hm." She put stroking fingers on her chin in thought. "Tease him -- pull your pants down, pull your shirt over your dick and stick your ass out. Take a mirror picture. Yes?"

"How do you know so much about this!" Justin protested in giggles, ignoring the dick comment.

But he did comply with a little more convincing. Glad he was away from his horrid time of the month that finished on Wednesday, he pushed his pants down to his ankles, complaining loudly so Becca could hear. Though, he was soaked with both the excitement of taking an intimate picture the first time, and looking over the picture Jason sent was enough to make his knees weak.

Doing as told, he pulled his shirt down so his crotch wasn't visible and stuck his ass out. He was facing sideways from the full length mirror and snapped a picture, making sure he was biting his lip in the picture. He snapped a few, some of them with his ass sticking out a lot, and others with just his back arched a little bit. In all of them he checked over obsessively, but his crotch was well hidden.

Hoping they were okay, he hiked up his pants and underwear and stepped out into the bedroom with a shy, embarrassed smile. Becca was waiting on the bed with almost a proud look.

"Can you like..." He blushed. "Help me pick the best one?" 

He knew she'd agree with more than enough enthusiasm, but Becca had never seen him even topless so this was something new.

"Of course!" She scoffed as if he didn't even need to ask, holding her hand out for his phone.

While Justin was climbing onto the bed next to her to help choose, Becca went into his photos. There, she found the saved photo of Jason's crotch shot by accident, and was gushing over it straight away.

"Becca!" Justin scolded, humiliated at what she'd found, but was laughing anyway as he snatched the phone back.

"I didn't mean to -- but oh my God, he's a big boy!" She exclaimed, looking over Justin's shoulder at the photo that was still on the screen. "How do you get that in your mouth?!"

Justin smiled triumphantly. "I can deep throat it. Beat that, bitch." He crinkled his nose with pride.

"You can not!"

"Can so! I have video proof." Justin cut in before she could: "And no! I am not showing you that!" He started to giggle, but ended up scrolling through the video and pausing at a part where he'd taken the whole thing down his throat after some persuasion from his friend. 'She's already seen his cock -- there's no further harm done by seeing it in my mouth' Justin reasoned.

"But you're so little!" Becca was shocked. "He's going to split you when you have sex -- I don't think I could even take it!" She joked, but felt serious all the same.

Justin rolled his eyes, not bothering to register the comment. He knew he'd just wind himself up with it.

"Hey, I don't see him wearing a condom there mister."

"Just help me pick!" Justin scolded, laughing along.

Justin was more than embarrassed as he scrolled through the six different photos of himself on his iPhone. Becca ended up deleting three of them, and was deciding between the remaining ones. It felt to him as if she was looking at pictures he'd taken of the sky, not of his ass. He was amazed at how comfortable she was with sex, and he wished it would come as naturally to him as it did her.

"This one." Becca decided finally. "It makes your ass look so good, and your facial expression makes you look sexy but innocent." She then pouted. "I want your ass. And your lips. You're too hot. Boo!" She feigned sadness, passing the phone back.

"Oh hush -- you have d-cup tits, what more could a girl want?" Justin laughed.

He hesitated, but with the help of Becca tapping send for him, Justin sent the photo that showed his naked ass that only Brent (and now Becca) had seen before. He was soaked between his legs, and may have had to take a second trip to the bathroom to avoid leaking through.

Attached to the picture, the message was 'If I wasn't with Becca I'd fix that, but until tonight have fun thinking about this'. He hoped Jason hadn't finished yet -- he wanted him to use the picture. If he found it hot, that is -- Justin was beyond nervous about that. Jason always fussed about his ass, but he'd never seen it in the flesh, and that made him feel anxious.

Jason didn't reply for a few minutes, which made the nervousness increase. 'What if he doesn't like it?' Justin thought about a million times.

Though eventually, a message came, almost too literally. What Justin got next was a photo of Jason's softening cock in his hand, but the main focus was his chest. It was covered in fresh, sticky cum. Becca was watching over Justin's shoulder and he pretended not to notice. 

The message attached was 'Result of your picture. Your ass is perfect. I want it so bad'

"I can't even..." Justin sighed with delight, feeling an overload of pleasure. He loved making Jason cum, but the fact he could do so without even being with him he found amazing. "Oh... shit." Justin's fantasy world came crumbling with a second text 'can't wait to see you tonight'. 

"What's wrong with that?" Becca asked, peering over his shoulder.

Justin whined, looking at the text. "I'm not ready to go further, Bex." He sighed. "God, I'm so lame."

"He'll respect that if you just tell him." Becca reasoned, putting a comforting hand on Justin's shoulder. "I mean -- he's not in it for just the sex, right?"

"I suppose." Justin mumbled.

"I'm sure he's not expecting you to have sex with him just because you sent a picture." Becca stated. Justin almost smiled. Becca was always good with advice -- Justin found himself believing her words. 'Jason's a good guy; he'd respect it', he thought. "If he wasn't willing to wait for you, then why has he stuck around even after finding out you're a frigid lil virgin?" Becca laughed.

Justin let himself laugh along solemnly. "I guess..." He mumbled. 'Wait till he finds out, then he won't stick around...' he thought.

"I just can't believe you have a boyfriend!" She gushed and teased, lightening the conversation, tickling her best friends belly.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Justin giggled, struggling away from her jabbing fingers.

"Yeah, yet!"

*** 

As soon as Justin opened the door to his soon-to-be boyfriend according to Becca, hands were groping his ass and lips were quick to start kissing him.

Justin giggled, letting his hands slide around Jason's neck. He was thankful that the kisses were more loving and passionate than urgent -- it gave him hope that Jason didn't think he was getting laid that night. It was pretty much implied that he was staying at Justin's dorm as soon as the words 'Brent's out all night Saturday' were spoken, which inevitably had Justin asking if he wanted to. Of course the answer was yes.

Again, they found themselves indulging in the privacy.

"Eager." Justin commented quietly with a small giggle, a blush on his cheeks.

Jason could tell the little male was shy about the pictures. He basked in the nervousness that he brought out in Justin so often, and wanted so badly to push things further, but he didn't want to scare his little mate. He was surprised that he'd even gotten a picture -- he never imagined Justin to be that confident. Though, he was familiar with Becca's persuasive ways.

"I loved this." Jason let himself whisper as he groped the ass he'd finally seen bare, not being able to hold the comments about it back. The picture drove him insane -- he needed the real thing but he knew that was more than Justin was willing to give at this stage.

"Oh jeez." Justin mumbled with a bashful smile, hiding his face in the broad chest of his kind-of-boyfriend.

Jason let out a deep chuckle. He'd never experienced being with someone so shy -- all the people he'd been with before were confident, they knew what they were doing, and though that was nice this was definitely a treat. Jason couldn't get enough.

"Anyway." Justin breathed, trying to tame his blazing cheeks. He hoped Jason's hands that were happily feeling up his ass couldn't feel the immense throbbing between his legs.

He reluctantly pulled away from Jason in hopes to show some sort of control in the situation, and flopped onto his bed. 

Jason soon followed, his lips soon returning home. "Did Becca have influence on that, then?" He asked with a laugh, relaxing back into the bed, happily snuggling with the little male. He never thought he'd be content with cuddling over sex -- it was strange, but it was a nice feeling.

"Um, yeah. A lot actually..." The redness returned. "She saw what you sent me... she looked through my phone. I'm sorry. I hope that's okay?" Justin couldn't keep it in any longer. He felt too guilty that he'd let something so personal be seen by someone else.

"You look so guilty." Jason laughed, kissing the twink's forehead. "I hardly care."

Justin smiled small. "You're awfully affectionate?"

"You're awfully shy?" Jason mumbled lazily. Though he was joking, it was evident to Justin that he was becoming defensive. Jason knew he was being very affectionate, and it completely weirded him out. He was never one to cuddle, even with his first girlfriend, and he had no idea what had suddenly changed.

"I know." The smile disappeared as Justin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "I'm just nervous. Sorry."

"Why?" Jason smirked. He loved being in control.

Justin blushed again. "Jeez, you know why." He paused. "No one's ever seen... well, a part from Brent." His eyes widened in realization of his words and how they could be perceived.

"What? Brent?" Jason was confused. He didn't like the idea of sharing with his best friend, but it wasn't like him and Justin were official -- it frustrated him that he couldn't do anything about it yet. He hated feeling so possessive already.

"Nothing like that." Justin gushed. "Well, kind of, we were sixteen and I..." He sighed. "Really need to stop talking. I just change in front of him. That's what I meant -- he's the only one that's seen me..." Justin trailed off.

Jason felt relieved. "Sixteen?" He returned to his usual confident persona.

"Practice blow jobs." Justin mumbled. "It feels like you like to embarrass me, you know?" Justin let himself giggle through his timidness. 

"I can't help it, you get so cute." Jason held himself back from gushing at him like he was a puppy. It really was starting to frighten him. Though, he couldn't hold back from tickling the skin of Justin's belly that was exposed by his shirt riding up.

"Oh my God, you are so mean!" Justin cried out and giggled, trying to squirm away from the prodding fingers and failing. Jason loved all of the squeals and whimpers and giggles, laughing along with it. 

Justin ended up trapping Jason's hands in his two small fists (with the help of Jason actually letting him) and pushed them against the broad chest he loved, and let himself hitch his leg over Jason's hips to straddle him as if he was trapping him. "No!" Justin scolded, giggling, pinning Jason's hands above his head.

Though the position was suggestive, Jason took it playfully (surprising himself while doing so), letting Justin manipulate it even though they both knew Jason could so easily turn it around. He loved Justin's playful side -- it reminded him of a little pup, always excited and always eager to please.

"Becca tickled me too." Justin feigned a pout, releasing his wrists. Jason's free hands went to Justin's thighs as they rested on top of his own.

"You're too cute not to." Jason couldn't stop himself from smiling if he tried. Justin made him happy.

The silence that went by next was unexpected but comfortable. Jason could see Justin was in some kind of thought which he was in awe at, then watched the little male sigh in satisfaction as he let their chests rest together, laying forwards, stretching out like a cat getting comfy. One of Jason's hands moved from Justin's thigh to smooth over the his hair protectively as Justin head laid comfortably on his chest, listening to the steady, calming heartbeat.

"Can I ask you a question?" Justin spoke up lazily, his head laying in his arms amongst the comfy chest he'd made into a personal pillow.

Jason cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Um, sure."

"Why are you still around even though we haven't done it yet?" Justin asked quietly, his talk with Becca on this topic still swimming around his mind despite it being hours ago.

Jason almost snickered at the use of 'it' in replace of sex, but instead let his hand drift from the head of hair to smooth down Justin's small back comfortingly. He almost felt hurt that Justin felt that way about him, but he thought back to the abuse he'd suffered from other guys and solemnly understood.

"I meant it when I said I like you." Jason said quietly, trying to look at his twink but Justin was facing the wall in thought.

He felt Justin swallow. "What does that mean?" He seemed unsure of himself and Jason sensed that.

Jason allowed himself a pause too. "You're not just a lay Justin, if that's what you're thinking."

Justin sat up a little, just enough to see Jason's face. He tilted his head and smiled reminding Jason of a lazy, satisfied, happy cat. "No one's said anything like that to me before." Jason was sure Justin would be purring if he could judging by the appreciative expression. He looked genuinely content -- none of that insecure, embarrassed crap, but genuine delight, and even surprise.

"Well you deserve it. That and more." Jason found himself getting offended -- how could anyone mistreat this little treasure he had the delight of coming by? "You're something else, Justin. I didn't think I'd want a relationship until a few years time."

Justin sat up in surprise. "Relationship?" He smiled but looked confused. "You want a relationship with me?"

"I told you Justin -- I like you. This isn't just some friends with benefits thing, okay?"

Justin grinned with the reassurance, trying to hold back tears of happiness -- he didn't want to appear weak.

"Literally no one has said anything like that. Ever." He sniffled and giggled to himself, looking down at Jason's chest in embarrassment at how overwhelmed he had become. 

Jason sat up and leaned in to kiss him, and Justin was going to happily accept until the guilt kicked in. He turned his head to the side and Jason got his cheek.




Justin's Secret Ch. 07



"Hey..." Jason said in a worried tone, cupping Justin's cheek to turn him gently back. "Sorry. Is this too much? We can go as slow as you want Justin."

Justin bit down on his lip and clenched his eyes shut to avoid the waterworks, but it hardly worked. He felt so guilty that Jason was being so nice and he didn't know about his secret yet. Tears were working their way down his face already. Justin cupped his hand over his mouth and tried his hardest to stop it, wishing so hard in his head that he was born a male physically. He felt so guilty to be keeping it from Jason and he had no idea how to tell him. He didn't want to throw this away.

Jason grew concerned at the reddening, now wet face of the boy who was so happy a second ago. He pulled him into his arms, but the comfort only made it worse and soon Justin was sobbing into Jason's open arms.

"I'm sorry." Justin choked out somewhat audibly, guiltily letting Jason spoil him with tender comfort. He'd never cried in front of Jason before, not like this, and he was embarrassed but far too upset and was enjoying the warm strokes and cuddles too much to stop.

Once he had audibly calmed down, Jason whispered gently to him: "Is this not what you want then?" Justin could hear the strain in his tone.

"No, no..." Justin sniffled, pulling back to wipe his wet cheeks with his sleeves, sniffling. "No... I do... I just... Jason, you're going to hate me!" The sobs started up again.

Jason pulled him back with welcoming arms, murmuring sweet words of comfort. He'd never been good with crying girls in the past, but he felt like he had a natural knack for dealing with Justin. He knew he was comforting him and that made him feel really nice, especially the feel of him calming down in his arms. He liked it when the sobs slowed down to sniffles and little hiccups and tiny sighs -- it made him feel like he was actually helping. He found it all too strange, but he liked it. It helped a lot that he found it adorable, too.

"I couldn't hate you, Justin." Jason finally spoke when he'd calmed down.

"You don't know, you don't know..." Justin mumbled sadly into his shoulder, fidgeting with discomfort of the topic of conversation. 

Jason had a horrible feeling in his gut -- he knew Justin wasn't the type, but he was ever so frightened that his little male had gotten with someone else over the course of their forming relationship. That's all he could think of. That and the annoying voice in his head that he had to try and block out every time Justin did something strangely familiar and feminine, so his train of thought went back to the first thing. He felt sick but continued to comfort the sad boy in his arms.

Jason pulled back, trying to look Justin in the eyes. "Have you been with someone else?" He tried to appear like he wasn't completely bothered by even the mere thought of it.

"God, no, never!" Justin cried, not avoiding eye contact anymore. He felt upset that he'd driven Jason to think something like that and decided to man up. He wiped his eyes free of tears and sniffled, trying to build up his confidence to tell Jason.

"Sorry... you just seem really upset and I thought..." Jason was distracted by how precious Justin looked as he tried to be strong when it was so obvious whatever the issue is was troubling him hard.

"It's not that." Justin mumbled, looking down at his fiddling hands, trying not to start crying again. He tried spitting the words out but nothing was coming -- the sentences that he'd start faded out into stammers and frustrated sighs. "I need to tell you something before this turns into something and it's really fucking hard." Justin croaked. Jason started laughing a little and Justin let himself laugh solemnly with how frustrated he was.

"Alright. Let's make it a game then." Jason started. He knew Justin wouldn't be able to resist, given how fond he was of the get to know each other game Jason had proposed.

Justin couldn't help but smile -- he didn't want to, he was upset and it was serious, but Jason taking it lightly provided a lot of comfort.

"Give me clues and I'll try and guess?" Jason offered. "Or just give me clues until you're ready to tell me. Sound okay?" Justin nodded, not being able to tear his eyes away from Jason's comforting ones. "Alright. You have to go through with it because I'm curious. Go." Jason half-joked. "Wait." He leaned in to kiss Justin gently a couple of times. "Now go." He smirked.

Justin pouted, but didn't have it in him to cry since Jason was being so tender. "I can't. I don't..." He sighed, trailing his hands up to rest on Jason's broad shoulders. "Can't I just give you a blow job and we can completely forget I even shed a tear?" He laughed solemnly, somewhat actually hoping for a yes.

"You can blow me after? That sounds sweet to me." Jason laughed, making Justin release a giggle and a little whine of frustration.

"That's not fair!" Justin pushed him playfully. "You probably won't even let me look at you after I tell you, let alone blow you." He mumbled, pouting, letting his hands drop from Jason's shoulders and into his lap.

"That's not true. I couldn't give up your blow jobs even if you told me you murdered someone." Jason joked, pulling Justin into his lap, wanting to provide some sort of comfort that would hopefully provoke the information out of him.

"Aw, I'm flattered." Justin couldn't help but laugh despite his foul mood. "Okay -- I haven't murdered someone." He giggled. "Is that enough clues? Can we stop now?" he asked, wiggling around in Jason's lap to get comfortable.

Jason groaned at the contact. "Stop that -- or our deal will have to start with the blow job instead." He put his hands on Justin's ass to still him, but mainly just to feel it again.

"I'd like that." Justin mumbled, fidgeting on purpose now.

"Too bad." Jason smirked and pinched Justin's ass through the grey sweats, making him yelp in both surprise and pleasure. "Come on now baby, what's wrong?" He asked sympathetically, laying down and pulling Justin with him to lay on his chest and straddle his waist like before. "This is serious -- I don't want you all upset." His hands were still happily on Justin's perfectly round ass, squeezing at his cheeks.

"That wasn't nice." Justin scolded in a whisper, but the pair of them knew he'd liked it. He let out a little moan at Jason's manipulation, his body overcoming with lust for the man beneath him. He resisted the urge to push his hips to feel that bulge he knew was waiting for him. His clit was throbbing erratically between his legs, so much he was sure Jason could feel it. Strangely enough, he wanted him to feel it.

"I'll keep going if you tell me." He lightly slapped Justin's ass, moving his hands up to rest on the small of his back under his shirt, smoothing the skin their with his hands.

"Oh, you're mean." Justin smiled, snuggling his head into Jason's chest, feeling so comfortable and combined with crying, he felt like he was about to fall asleep. The thought gave him an idea, and he spat it out before he could regret it. "When you're sure that I'm asleep tonight, go in the cupboard above the sink. Bottom shelf, right behind everything. You'll know what I mean when you see it." 

"Alright... and it'll... tell me?" Jason looked unsure.

"Definitely."

Justin regretted it instantly. He even opted to go into the bathroom to hide the hidden box of sanitary towels he'd directed Jason to, but he knew that he had to know. If he was mad, he could just leave and that would be that, Justin would have no idea due to being asleep -- if he wasn't, that would be awesome but Justin wouldn't have to be awake for the trauma. It was the perfect plan, but he was still beyond nervous. He felt like crying again but Jason was being so supportive he didn't have it in him.

"You can't tell anyone though. You might be mad, but please respect me enough to just keep it to yourself." Justin knew it was childish, but he held out his pinky finger.

Jason cocked his eyebrow. "I'm a little concerned, but alright." He mumbled in confusion, linking his pinky finger with Justin's. "I promise. No more clues for now?" Jason pouted -- he felt so curious it hurt, and he hated the thought of something hurting and upsetting his twink.

Justin felt sick. He didn't want to talk about it anymore and decided to change the topic by sliding down so his face was above Jason's crotch.

"I see." Jason laughed, leaning his head back, letting Justin forget about what was upsetting him. He was going to find out that night anyway.

Justin was quick to have what he wanted in his mouth. He wanted to forget everything that had just happened -- he didn't want to think about tonight, when Jason would find out. He just wanted to have a nice evening before Jason wanted nothing to do with him. The thought almost brought him tears again, but he avoided it by squeezing his eyes shut, taking all of Jason's cock down his throat.

"Babe..." Jason groaned, fisting a hand in his hair. He knew he'd hurt him as soon as he did it (he'd forgotten he was so strong compared to the little male), and he was about to let go and apologize but Justin responded by moaning. Jason thought back to the way Justin had responded when he'd pinched his ass and was pleasantly surprised. "My boy likes it rough?" He teased.

Despite the fact he had a cock sliding in and out of his mouth, Justin blushed at the comment. Jason was baffled as to how he could look so innocent even when committing such an act. It was beyond erotic. Justin nodded slightly in response. Jason also remembered back to when Justin had revealed he was a little interested in bondage and wanted to be tied up -- his boy had a kinky streak. That almost pushed Jason over the edge but he kept control.

"Come here." Jason pulled Justin as rough as he could bare to be with him (which was barely anything -- he couldn't stand to hurt his little twink) and adjusted the position so Justin was kneeling before him on the floor. He grabbed his cock, tracing Justin's swollen lips with the head. "Do you want this?"

"Yes." Justin sounded desperate, trying to get Jason to comply and put it in his mouth, but somehow he was resisting. Justin's eyes were still red from crying but he didn't care, he wanted to forget, he wanted to show Jason what he'd be missing if he let this go. He'd do anything.

Jason didn't miss the hand between Justin's legs, and could've sworn he grew harder at that.

"Will you let me do what I want?"

"Yes!" Justin was furiously rubbing between his legs. It had been almost a week since he'd been alone in the dorm and he sworn he had never been so horny. It was probably the only thing that was in the way of him crying, how much he needed release.

"I can be as rough as I want?"

"Yes Jason, oh please, yes. I want it." Justin was past desperate.

"Sure you can take it?" Jason was smirking, tracing the head on Justin's lips again.

"Yes Jason!" He almost scolded. "Fuck my mouth. Do it. Pull my hair too -- please!" He pleaded, whining and whimpering.

Jason almost came at that, watching Justin slip his hand under both his sweats and underwear. He had to tear his eyes away in order to not cum, trying to take his mind off of the fact he knew Justin was masturbating right in front of him, because of him.

Before he could blow his load on Justin's face, he plunged it into his mouth. Justin moaned and cried out around the cock that was now fucking his face, getting stronger with each thrust. Both of them were so close already. 

The series of moans vibrating his shaft didn't stop as unknown to Jason, Justin had allowed two of his fingers to quietly fuck his hole, completely throwing any of his dignity left out of the window. He was so horny that, if he wasn't careful, he may have begged Jason to just fuck him right there, not caring about the secret he had been so upset about.

Though Jason was enjoying fucking his soon-to-be boyfriend's (so he hopes) mouth, he didn't want to be too rough for him. He was only little, and although the moans said something else, Jason momentarily broke character to ask:

"Not too rough?" He asked quietly.

Justin's closed eyes popped open, and he gave a confused 'are you serious?' look. That was enough to reassure Jason, and he laughed as he went back to sliding his cock in and out. He basked in the amazing sight of someone so small being able to take all of it at such a fast, strong pace and actually enjoy it too. It was nothing he'd ever experienced before, not even with sex.

Jason snapped out of his thoughts, both feeling and hearing Justin moaning increasingly louder and needier. 

"Oh shit." Jason mumbled, fucking his mouth harder, listening to his boy on the brink of a big orgasm.

Justin knew he sounded like a complete whore, but he couldn't stop even if he tried. Having Jason's big cock slamming in and out of his mouth was enough to have him cum by itself, let alone actually masturbating as well. It had built up such a big orgasm, Justin could feel it, he was right there.

He could also feel Jason's approaching climax. He felt it due to his dick swelling, but also the way Jason had increased his pace and was pulling his hair now. Justin loved it -- it made everything better, the small pain felt so good to him, so sensational. He didn't like it too rough (Mark), but this was perfect to him. Especially since it's Jason.

Justin couldn't help but pull off of Jason's cock. Jason watched down in confusion but then realized he'd thrown himself over the edge. Justin's fingers removed themselves from his little hole, moving up to his swollen clit, rubbing it erratically. Justin bit down on his free hand, but it didn't stop his loud squeals as the big orgasm wracked his whole body.

"Oh! So good, so good!" Justin sobbed out, writhing on his knees. It was the second time he'd cum with someone else present and it felt wonderful.

It was enough for Jason to start his climax, listening to Justin's squeals of pleasure, watching how big the orgasm was. It only made it better for Justin as Jason grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face to his crotch. Jason jerked off over his face, moaning quietly compared to Justin's loud, almost screams of pleasure.

Just as Justin was finishing, streaks of cum splattered over his face, making the orgasm long out that little more at the disrespect, listening to Jason's rough groans. Justin was moaning quietly to himself, eyes closed with his mouth open, trying his hardest to catch some of it. Jason helped out, putting the head of his cock at his lips, squeezing out the rest onto his wanting tongue.

When Jason was finished, Justin let out a sigh of pure tiredness, flopping back onto the floor, trying to desperately get his breath back. Jason moaned one last time as collapsed and sat on the bed, chuckling lightly at the wet patch on Justin's sweats in result of his big orgasm.

Sighing of satisfaction this time, Justin pulled his hand from his sweats, hoping that Jason couldn't smell the familiar scent of a female orgasm. He felt exposed but he didn't have it in him to care.

"Perfect." Justin muttered. He didn't even feel the need to cum again as he usually did. He was satisfied, and couldn't wait for the sex if Jason accepted him after tonight. 

He shook those horrible thoughts out of his head, focusing on the amazing feel of post-orgasm.

"You can say that again." He heard Jason say, along with some shuffling.

Justin popped his eyes open and watched Jason as he climbed down from the bed. He crawled over Justin's sprawled out body on the floor until they were face to face, and leaned down to kiss the cum-streaked lips.

Justin was still surprised at that. He was embarrassed when he'd realised he'd forgotten to swallow, being so exhausted, but Jason lapped it up from his mouth with his tongue. Justin let himself moan at that, offering more of his cum-coated tongue. As they were making out on the floor, Justin wrapped his arms and legs around the larger male, basking in the love he felt. He'd never had someone do more than say a brief thank you after intimate moments, most of the time not even that, and he really loved being appreciated. He also loved the fact that Jason wasn't afraid to kiss him after a blow job. That would've turned him on if he wasn't so satisfied.

"God, I need a shower." Justin sighed, letting his head fall back onto the floor, still tired. Jason took that as a cue to kiss down the now exposed neck, causing Justin to start moaning again. Even his skin was overly sensitive.

"Does showering together sound good?" Jason asked sensually, nibbling and sucking on the apparent sweet spot that Justin had arched up at. 

"Yes." Justin sighed. "But not tonight... if you can handle what I need to tell you, then you can see me naked."

The pair laughed, and Jason lifted his head up to kiss him again. "I'm sure I will. I can't get enough of this -- can't get enough of you." 

Justin blushed and giggled with happiness. He felt strangely reassured that Jason wouldn't take the news too badly, but every time he thought about it he just felt sick. He tried not to think about it but it had completely taken over his train of thought now that he'd had an orgasm.

"Gunna shower." Justin mumbled briefly, the tears from before pooling up in his eyes now that they didn't have a reason not to. He hoped Jason didn't find him strange at the complete change of mood three times now, but his mind really was everywhere at that moment, he couldn't help it.

"Are you alright?" Jason mumbled gently, allowing Justin to scramble up from the floor beneath him by sitting up.

"Um, yeah, fine." Justin lied, not forgetting to take clean clothes into the bathroom with him this time. "Why don't you go on my laptop while you're waiting and find a movie? We can watch it together when I get back." He offered, not looking at Jason the entire time he was talking to avoid tears. "Unless you want to shower after."

Justin felt a hand on his arm, pulling him around. He was now facing Jason who looked as concerned as anything.

Justin sighed. "I'm sorry. My mind's literally everywhere." He allowed Jason to lean down and kiss him gently. He felt calm already at the comfort.

"I don't have know tonight." Jason spoke gently, pulling Justin into his arms, ignoring the mess still present on his face. "If you're not ready to tell me that's okay."

"No." Justin sighed, reluctantly pulling back from the embrace. "You need to know now. Before this goes anywhere." He kissed Jason again before retreating to the bathroom, closing the door with a sigh.

While waiting for the shower to heat up, Justin stood and stared at the cupboard above the sink. He wanted so badly to move the box, to hide it and pretend it never happened, then he wouldn't have to go through all of this stress. But he tore his eyes away from it and slowly stripped, climbing into the shower -- he knew Jason had to know now, whether he liked it or not.

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hope you've liked. structure of the storyline will start in the next chapter. thanks for reading!



Justin's Secret Ch. 08



It had just gone past twelve o'clock in the evening, and Jason was sure that Justin was sleeping. The little twink's mouth was slightly open and small, cute snores escaped it, his eyes closed lightly. 

The second movie they'd decided to watch was almost over, not that they'd paid much attention to either of them. If they weren't making out they were talking and laughing with each other, and the only time they'd fell silent was when Justin had drifted off to sleep, his college hours and work catching up with him. Jason would have admired how adorable he looked, but other things were on his mind.

Jason got up slowly after pausing the movie, trying not to disturb Justin's sleep. He could tell his boy had been nervous, even upset the whole evening and had been trying to hide it -- something in his voice was off, and Jason knew it was because of what he had to tell him. He also could tell he was trying not to fall asleep since ten, obviously wanting to long out Jason not knowing as much as possible.

But, he was sleeping now, and it was Jason's chance to see what was bothering him. He had no idea what the item was that would tell him Justin's secret, he didn't understand how an object could do so, but he was definitely curious to find out.

"Okay." Jason said quietly to himself, feeling his nerves building up as he closed the bathroom door behind him. He hoped it wasn't as bad as Justin was making out -- he didn't know what he'd do if it was that bad and had to leave him. He didn't think that option was possible at that point. He couldn't go without Justin, it was the only thing he really looked forward to any more. 

Everything else in his life was boring or negative -- he hadn't been completely honest with Justin when he'd said he was over his depression. He was still taking his medication. Justin was the only thing in years, since the beginning of his first relationship that had made him really happy. On top of getting too attached, the fact he'd relied his happiness on the little male was worrying him also.

He held his breath as he opened the cabinet. He looked around the items on the bottom shelf -- shaving cream, razors, cologne, toothpaste... everything looked normal, but he knew it wasn't behind all of it. He removed it all as silently as he could in order to not wake Justin with the cluttering noise.

Normally, he'd be really disgusted by what he'd found -- whenever he saw it around the house back home, he'd make a face at it. He didn't like thinking of the connotations of a box of sanitary towels and usually wouldn't give it a second thought, but this box -- this bright pink, frilly patterned box in particular he couldn't stop staring at. He took in every detail. 

He let the breath he was holding out and turned around, leaning against the sink. The drops on the side of the box indicating how heavy Justin's flow was made him want to puke. He noticed it was open, some of them had been taken out and presumably used recently. He felt even more sick at that.

"God, I knew it." He mumbled quietly, not knowing how to feel. He shouldn't have ignored that voice. He shouldn't have pointed out Justin's scars. He felt sick at every insensitive thing he'd ever said without thinking about Justin's situation. He felt horrible -- the fact Justin couldn't trust him enough to talk to him about something his own brother had gone through had him feeling sick. Was he really that insensitive? He hated to think that he frightened Justin into not being able to talk about his sensitive topic despite the fact he'd handled it before.

Though, he didn't feel sick at the fact Justin was really a female physically. That wasn't the thing that was making his stomach churn. It was the fact he felt like he couldn't tell him.

Jason silently put everything back into place like it had never been touched. He used the toilet quickly and flushed it -- then cringed. He realized that would've definitely woken Justin up. Sighing, he washed his hands and retreated into the bedroom.

He'd never seen Justin when he was asleep, and therefore not when he'd just woken up. It was a lovely sight -- one that almost made him forget everything he'd found it. He smiled warmly at it, taking in Justin's confused, tired look. His hair was tussled and it wasn't as perfect as usual, but he loved it. He was making cute little noises as he woke up, his head still laid back on the pillow as he stretched out.

Jason, without a word, climbed back into the bed after putting the laptop on the floor. He thought it was adorable how long it took Justin to come around after he'd woken up; he still wasn't with it.

Of course though, the thoughts from the bathroom came flooding back. Jason just sighed and watched Justin, who was still dazed from waking up, staring straight at him as if he forgot Jason was staying the night.

"Sorry. Go back to sleep." Jason mumbled, not really in the mood to cuddle and stayed his distance, pulling the covers up to his chest. He was going to turn his back against him just to get comfortable but he felt that would appear cold.

Justin still looked confused, but he closed his eyes and let out a small whining noise, as if telling Jason off for waking him up. Jason couldn't help but smile at the sight. His innocent Justin.

"How long was I out?" Justin grumbled almost bitterly, oblivious to the fact Jason had made a trip to the bathroom while he was asleep.

"Like twenty minutes. Let's sleep though, it's late." He would've bribed him to stay up in other cases but now he didn't feel like it. He needed time to think.

"Good night." Justin mumbled, yawning. He turned his small body around and cuddled back into Jason's stomach, creating a spooning position.

Jason wanted to resist but he didn't want to make it obvious. Instead he threw his arm around Justin's stomach, letting him fall asleep while he stayed up to think.

'He has a pussy' the crude words swam around Jason's mind. He couldn't think of anything else -- just that his boy wasn't really a boy. He'd always had a hunch but he'd pushed them aside, but this was something else. It wasn't weird with his brother because he'd grown up knowing he had female parts, but he always thought Justin was actually male until recently. Sure, he acted feminine, but Jason thought he was just gay. This was something else, something else entirely. He wished he hadn't ignored it before, he wished he'd confronted himself about it so that this wasn't so much of a shock, but he didn't. He didn't and now he was paying for it -- it was definite. His boy was trans. All unsure thoughts had been secured -- Justin had a pussy.

Jason thought back to their activities of the night. 'He fingered himself in front of me!' he couldn't stop the crude thoughts. It was all so strange but he couldn't stop it. It was unbelievable and had him picking up things he hadn't noticed before.

"I thought we were going to sleep?" A tired voice asked, giggling away, pushing his behind into Jason's crotch.

It was then that Jason realized he was completely hard, pressing into Justin's ass. He was hard over the thoughts of Justin being physically female. The sick feeling disappeared and was replaced with pure sexual drive -- he'd always preferred pussy over ass as he'd stated to Justin before, and his preference was definitely kicking in. He was confused.

Justin continued to grind his ass back into Jason's crotch, letting out little whimpers. It was driving Jason crazy.

"No." Jason's voice shook. He stilled Justin's hips with a strong hand. "No -- let's go to sleep. It's late." He had a lot of thinking to do -- he was confused and annoyed by his penis betraying him, once again.

"What the Hell?" Justin looked over his shoulder, eyes still tired. "Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with Jason?" He laughed lightly but Jason could see he was lost.

Jason furrowed his eyebrows. "Have you not processed yet that I've been to the bathroom?" He regretted his words immediately -- he hadn't meant to just blurt it out like that. It sounded bitter.

Justin's face paled. He didn't reply for a few seconds. "What?"

Justin had had no idea that Jason had even gotten up, let alone go to the bathroom. He thought he'd woken up because Jason had paused the movie and put the laptop on the floor -- that was the last he actually remembered, anyway. He always took long to fully wake up. 

Justin always felt sick at the mere thought of someone else finding out, but now that it had actually happened, he felt his stomach twisting and churning harder than ever before.

Before Jason could reply, his legs were being shoved out of the way. Justin scrambled off of the bed and almost slammed the door behind him to the bathroom, much too loudly for that time of night. He was soon on his knees in front of the toilet, gagging and reching, but nothing was coming up. He felt terribly sick at Jason's words. 'He knows' Justin was repeating in his mind, making the state of his stomach worse.

Once the gagging was over with, Justin sat cross legged in front of the toilet just in case. He then felt another presence joining him in the bathroom.

The need to be sick reoccurred and he clenched his fists, but remained control of himself. He felt Jason sit behind him on the floor and arms engulfed him, pulling him backwards onto his lap. Justin questioned the comfort but accepted it nonetheless. 'Why isn't he completely freaking out?' he thought.

"You alright?" Jason mumbled, kissing the little males neck. He felt him shaking.

"Yeah just..." Justin felt like someone was forcing his mouth closed whenever he opened it. "Fuck, sorry." He mumbled. He wanted to cry with embarrassment. With the way Jason was acting he really felt like he was being over dramatic. "This is kind of a big thing for me." Justin suddenly felt uncomfortable with Jason's touch on him -- he didn't dare look at him. He was confused as to why he was being so casual. "Why haven't you left yet?" Justin whimpered.

Jason could hear the sadness in his voice and his heart broke, but at least he wasn't crying.

"I'm not bothered by it." Jason's low voice made Justin swallow. When he didn't reply, Jason continued. "I'm only bothered that you didn't tell me. Am I that insensitive? I don't care what you look like Justin." As he spoke, he tried to turn Justin in his lap, and he luckily co-operated. If it was the right situation, Jason would've laughed at his angel's confused face. Instead he sat and admired him through the strange emotions he felt. 'Mine' Jason thought.

"I..." Justin tried to talk but he was overwhelmed with emotion for Jason. Tears pooled in his eyes, but this time it wasn't because he was sad. "Say it again." He ordered.

Jason smiled small. "I don't care what you look like. But I do think you're the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on." He didn't know where that came from -- he'd never been emotional towards someone like that in his life. "I thought it was lust at first -- I thought if we had sex I would be over it. But when I spent that night with you I knew it was different -- I knew you were different." He wanted to stop but he couldn't. "How could I give this up just because of how you look?"

"You're not insensitive." Justin finally built up the courage to talk. "You're wonderful -- you're attentive and you actually care and you're there for me when I'm upset." He felt terribly emotional, but not a lot more than Jason was. "No one but Brent and Becca ever give the time of day other than well... you know. Not even my family." Justin sniffled. "You make me feel like I matter and that's why I was frightened to tell you. In case you left. I couldn't..." He trailed off, leaving it at that, and he was soon quietly crying at the thought of Jason leaving or telling people. He still felt afraid, and slung his arms around Jason's neck. He couldn't handle him leaving and held him tight.

The pair cuddled quietly for a while on the bathroom floor, sharing tender kisses on each others skin. They stayed there for a few moments until Jason picked his lover up from his lap, and carried him to the bed where they were previously sleeping peacefully. Jason tucked his boy up in the covers and laid with him, resuming their quiet activity from when they were in the bathroom.

"Are you mad?" Justin whimpered in a stuffy voice into Jason's neck. He still hadn't let go. He couldn't.

"No." Jason sighed, that kind of sigh before someone concludes something. "Let's get some sleep." he rearranged the position to the spooning position they were in before.

"Will you be here in the morning?" Justin's tone in his voice made Jason's heart break. 

"I meant what I said Justin." Jason answered, planting a kiss on his shoulder. "Sleep now. We need it."

"Okay." Justin mumbled almost sadly, sniffling as he shifted to get comfortable. He silently prepared himself for if he woke to an empty bed, cuddling the covers as a substitute into his small chest. He didn't realize how horrible it would be to tell someone he loved his secret. 

While Jason was probably already sleeping, Justin thought about how much he did love Jason, how much he's loved him all along, and it brought him to tears. He really did hate himself.

***

Justin's eyes slowly fluttered open. He sighed and whimpered with the tiredness and the slowness of his awakening, stretching out like a lazy, tired cat. Then he realized he could only stretch out on the bed if he was alone on it. He shot up on the bed faster than he could process, feeling the extra space with his hands in disbelief. Before the tears could spring to his eyes with realization, he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom. 

He sighed with relief and delight as Jason exited the bathroom, trying to be quiet, but then saw that his boy was awake.

"Sorry, I tried not to wake you up." Jason smiled at him.

Justin let him cup his face for a kiss. He could taste the freshness from his toothpaste and pulled back when he realized he hadn't yet brushed his teeth. He was still tired, but he was glad that Jason was acting normal. Without a word, Justin retreated to the bathroom to go about his daily routine on a Saturday morning. Though usually it consisted of just going to the toilet and brushing his teeth and maybe showering, now he was just grateful of when he put all of his makeup and hair stuff in the bathroom the day before. He tried to make himself look and smell presentable without making it too obvious.

He didn't want to go out and face the conversation that was pretty much inevitable, but he knew Jason was okay with him. He built up his courage and stepped outside of the bathroom, pacing slowly to Jason who was on his phone. Though, when he saw his boy, he happily put it down to scoot over for him. He noticed he'd put on makeup but he didn't say anything about it -- he thought the effort was adorable.

Justin took the invitation and sat down in the bed. He felt awkward that Jason knew. He'd never felt more like a female in his life -- he hoped it hadn't changed the way Jason saw him. He felt feminine enough around him without this happening.

"We should probably talk about last night?" Jason started off. He felt as awkward as Justin -- he didn't know how to approach the sensitive topic, but he knew it needed to be spoken about.

"Uh, yeah." Justin mumbled, fidgeting with his hands while he avoided eye contact. He didn't like this at all.

"This doesn't change anything, you know?" Jason assured, hoping Justin knew that or could accept that. 

Justin shrugged and heaved out a heavy sigh. "I just don't want you to think differently of me."

"I've grown up with my brother who was also in your situation -- I'm not in a position to judge."

"Just don't... don't treat me like a... a girl." Justin stammered. "I'm not. I'm not." He almost spat, his voice laced with venom.

Jason saw him get visibly worked up with the thought of it. "I had a hunch anyway." He reassured.

"Hm?" Justin wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Yeah, I've thought so all along, little things." Jason watched Justin carefully for reactions. "I ignored it though because I thought it was pretty uncommon. I mean, my brother and my boyfriend?" The word slipped out of Jason's mouth before he could stop it.

He'd been avoiding eye contact the whole time, but upon hearing that word Justin snapped his head towards the culprit.

"Boyfriend?" Justin was trying to hold back a smile in case it was a genuine mistake. Not only had he said they were in a proper relationship despite the situation, but he'd also addressed him as a boy. It was a perfect word and had perfect timing.

"I suppose..." Jason scratched the back of his neck from nerves. "I mean, like, if you want to? God, ignore me, this is a really shitty way of asking you out." He laughed nervously, but adored the smile he'd made on Justin's face.

"You mean it? Like, even after what I told you?"

Jason let himself laugh at Justin's excitement. "I told you, I had a hunch all along."

Justin was blushing. "I've never had a boyfriend before." He mumbled quietly, more so to himself. He looked away from Jason again, feeling embarrassed at both his excitement and his sudden change of emotion. The reality of Jason really not minding had his problem almost disappearing. He thought this would only happen in his mind, replaying the way he hoped the conversation would go over and over again when he should be sleeping. It was perfect.

"Well, get used to it." Jason smirked, finding it now appropriate to lean in and claim Justin as his boyfriend. The pair shared an intimate, minty fresh kiss.

"Wait." Justin pulled back reluctantly. "Shouldn't we talk about this first? You can't just... you..."

"Just... tell me everything. I want to be with you regardless."

Justin smiled sheepishly. "Everything? Like what?" he suddenly didn't feel shy or embarrassed. Jason made it seem so normal, as if Justin had admitted he was just gay rather than trans. It made him feel really warm inside -- the first person he'd told and they accepted him. He wanted to giggle for no reason, just with the happiness he felt.

"Just... everything. Your parents? What about them?" Jason was genuinely intrigued.

Justin continued to smile though was unsure about the strange attention. He expected explosive arguments and tears but this was on another level. 'I could get used to this' Justin thought to himself. Maybe he was being a tad too dramatic, but then again, he couldn't think of a situation where he wasn't. It was in his blood to stress and blow things out of proportion; his parents were stars at it and that apparently reflected in his own behaviour.

"I... uh... they knew from the beginning." Justin cleared his throat, confused as to how speaking about it felt comfortable. "I'd cry as a baby if I was put in frilly dresses. I'd throw tantrums if I was bought pink. My favorite color was green and I liked action figures -- they knew I was at least a lesbian from the start. Stereotypical but my parents are quite crude."

"So sort of like my brother?" Jason related, making Justin feel more comfortable than he let on.

"Yeah, I guess so..." He trailed off. "I kept telling them I was a boy but they thought it was a phase. They were ashamed of me and didn't accept it until I was almost eighteen." He looked to Jason's frown, wanting to kiss it away. "Which then they paid for my..." Justin squirmed with displeasure. He didn't feel comfortable talking about that. He didn't want to say the word, the dreaded word breasts. The mere thought of the word associated with him made him want to throw up.

Jason quickly intervened upon seeing this. "That's where your scars are from, then?"

Justin was relieved. "Yes. Assuming your brother had the same?"

Jason nodded, avoiding saying that he knew what the marks were upon seeing them. "They've completely gone now, though. You can't tell unless you look real close and you know they're there." He reassured.




Justin's Secret Ch. 08



"Good." Justin smiled. He longed for the moment where he could lounge shirtless in the summer all day and all night. "It's weird how easy this is." He laughed nervously, not being able to get over it.

"Talking to me about it?" Jason raised his eyebrows in a punishing manner.

Justin pushed him playfully. "Be quiet!" He giggled. "But yeah. Hurt like hell. Parents hated it. But they said that if I was going to be a boy I must look like one completely so there was no suspicions." Jason felt disgusted at his boy's words. 'That's why he was so scared to say' Jason reasoned. "Yeah... I moved high schools too because the kids I grew up with had suspicions. I was already best friends with Brent so they transferred me to his... well, yours too. Hah."

Jason briefly remembered Justin being a new kid after the first year of their high school experience. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the twink. He remembered their first encounter -- Justin was tucked under Brent's arm and was incredibly shy as he was introduced to everyone in the friend group, including Jason himself. Justin didn't speak a single word more than a meek hello, and since then Jason had always been somewhat secretly interested with him. It was his aura -- innocent, but always fantasized and believed in thinking he was secretly a slut. Of course, he was right once Justin reached sixteen. He couldn't believe he was in bed with that Justin now.

He wanted Justin to hang around with them back then but Justin was obviously intimidated. He envied every moment that Justin spent with Becca. That confused and angered him at the time though -- he was ignoring his bisexuality in all aspects in order to fit in. He reasoned that's why he never really spoke to Justin until he came to terms with his sexuality -- the little twink would've pulled him in sooner than he would've liked. He was polite whenever they encountered, but ignored him at all costs even though he knew Justin had a thing for him. He secretly loved that.

"You're not on testosterone then?" Jason knew that stopped periods. He fought the urge to cringe.

Justin fought it too, shamefully knowing how he knew. "Um, no..."

"Oh, why?"

"I don't like the side effects. Especially the hair one..." He could feel his cheeks glowing hot, knowing Jason was fighting back a laugh. "There's other stuff too..." He quickly added. "Like it changes your moods. It can make you infertile. Hair loss. Acne. A lot of health things as well... just a lot of stuff I don't want to risk. I'm really about my appearance, if you can't already tell." Justin mumbled the last part.

Jason nodded. "Yeah, admittedly my brother was snappy most of the time." He ignored the appearance part. He thought it was cute how hard Justin tried (and succeeded).

"Also increased sex-drive. If I get more horny than I usually am I will actually explode!"

The pair cracked up in fits of giggles at Justin's all true words. Though, Jason was still dying to experience more of that side of him.

"What about pre-school?" Jason finally asked. "How did you dress and stuff?"

"Well... I would refuse to wear girls clothes. But back then I was a lil' chubby." Justin giggled. "And my feminine features were more pronounced so it probably looked so weird being dressed as a boy. I definitely looked female back then." Justin was surprised when he didn't cringe at that. He really did feel comfortable with Jason.

Jason laughed with his boy. "So when you moved?"

"Well I didn't have friends back then because they thought I was weird..." Justin screwed his face up in annoyance. "There were rumors that I wasn't actually a boy. I hated it. I was bullied so much. But when I moved, having Brent there was really nice -- there were no rumors or bullying thanks to him."

Jason over-exaggerated a pout at his boy's words. Justin didn't resist the urge to kiss him and then blushed at his actions. 

Jason smirked. "It's good that you're comfortable with me. I like it."

"Yeah, I like it too." Justin commented with pure content in his tone. He thought this would be so much harder. "But yeah. I met you through Brent... I remember going to his basketball games but it was really to watch you." Justin giggled and blushed at his confession.

"I knew it!" Jason laughed, allowing his hands to hold his twink. "I knew you had a thing for me."

"Oh jeez..." Justin blushed harder, pushing his face into Jason's chest. "Since I met you... so long."

Jason laughed softly, stroking his fingers through Justin's soft, strawberry-scented hair. "I'm sorry this took longer... I was sort of in denial about it."

"It? Your sexuality?"

"Mhm." Jason mumbled lazily.

"Enough about me -- tell me about it."

"Are you sure? If you want to tell me anything else it's really fine." Jason offered sincerely. He didn't want his pup in any more stress than he was already in, and tried his hardest to be as supportive as he could.

Justin nodded and smiled. The only negative feelings he had was awkward, talking about his personal regions in so much detail, like never before. But he felt comfortable that Jason was okay with the information and would keep it to himself -- he wasn't the douche-bag type Justin usually went for at all.

"Right. Okay." Jason smiled. 

He'd never talked to anyone about his sexuality apart from his FTM brother. Not even his other brother or sister -- definitely not his mother. He talked about the guys he'd hooked up with in the past to his friends, but barely about his sexuality. It felt nice that he could let it out to someone. 

"I was basically in denial my whole life. As per usual though, right? Until I broke up with my girlfriend, Megan Butler?"

"Yeah, I know her." Justin was envious but kept it down low. He was heartbroken when they got together, and even more so whenever he saw it. Everyone knew they were sleeping together despite being the small age of fifteen and that tore him up.

"Yeah. I was drunk at a party... there was this guy there. He came onto me, and ended up sucking me off. After that we were friends with benefits." Jason paused. "I... came to terms with it then. I was attracted to guys too. I couldn't deny it. Hell, I was sleeping with one. I told my mom and she was supportive, along with my siblings... it was weird though. The fact that they finally knew."

Justin smiled into his chest. "Like relief?"

"Definitely. I didn't want mom to be disappointed because of Rob an' all." Jason then corrected himself, remembering Justin didn't know his family members names. The thought made him sad. "Rob's my brother who was in your situation. But yeah. I didn't want her to think she'd done something wrong -- like, ask herself why we weren't all just straight, you know? I didn't want to burden her so it was pretty hard, being the second one to come out."

Justin was pouting. "That does sound hard -- at least my parents knew all along."

"Same with my brother. But it was fine. If my dad ever found out he'd kill me though." Justin chuckled solemnly. "Rob still thinks he left because of him."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, kissing the visible skin of Jason's toned chest. "When he came out, it was hard to call him his new name, wasn't it?" Justin laughed to lighten the situation, relating it to his own experience.

"Fuck, oh my God, yes, constantly calling him Kate." Jason laughed with the smaller male. "What was your birth name?"

Justin scrunched up his nose. "I just insisted my name was Justin from the beginning and wouldn't respond to anything else." He answered, implying he didn't want to talk about his female features.

Jason just smiled at how cute his boy was, respecting his space. "So stubborn -- nothing's changed."

Before Justin could reply, Jason's phone started to ring. He asked politely if it was okay with Justin if he picked up who of course replied fine. The phone call on Justin's part consisted of a confused 'hey', then 'maybe', 'where', 'when' and a few 'yeah's' and 'alright's' before Jason said 'can I invite someone?' which sparked Justin's interest.

"There's a party tonight. Wanna come?" Jason asked.

"Oh, uh." Justin was thrown off guard. He'd planned to do work that night. "Who's? How many people..." Justin was cautious from last time.

"Brent's probably going -- it's Christie Parker's. It's a high school thing like the last one."

Justin made a face; Christie had never been nice to him, but always draped herself on Jason. Probably why she'd invited him -- how could he miss a party knowing his bisexual boyfriend might get hit on by some dumb slut? Okay, she wasn't that bad, but in Justin's eyes she was horrible.

"Yeah, sure." Justin tried to not seem jealous.

"Justin's coming." Justin liked how Jason stated it rather than questioned it. "He's my boyfriend." Jason said after a pause -- obviously Christie had asked why the Hell he was with Justin, though he almost fainted at Jason's confession. "Okay. Right. Later. Thanks." He cut the call off.

"You're okay telling people?" Justin felt shocked. Most of the guys he'd been with told him not to tell anybody.

Jason furrowed his brow. "Of course. If you're fine with it?" He was confused.

"Oh. No. It's fine." Justin smiled. He didn't recall a moment where he'd ever been happier than this point.

In that moment, Justin's phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw that it was a text from Brent, asking if he wanted to come to a party. Justin just laughed and replied that he was already invited, along with that he needed to talk to him at some point. A lot had happened since yesterday -- he'd spilled his secret to the love of his life (past few years -- still) and got himself a boyfriend out of it. Brent will be shocked, but Justin was smiling.

"Now how about that shower?" Jason offered, grinning at Justin. "Boyfriend." He emphasized.

"No!" Justin giggled. "My boyfriend's a pig!" Justin let out another giggle of happiness and excitement. "Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend... I like that." Justin grinned.

*** 

"Finally!" Justin cheered sarcastically as Brent stepped through the door. "I said I need to talk to you. Where've you been?"

Brent saw his little friend was visibly stressed, standing in only a towel while searching through his closet. It was just like last time.

"At Ana's. I showered there so I don't need to get ready really. What bit you in the ass?" Brent smirked and chuckled at his stressed best friend and threw himself lazily onto his bed.

Justin rolled his eyes. Jason had left him long enough ago for him to have showered, but he was running behind time in his schedule due to being greedy with his release. He'd been so horny by his night with Jason he was pent up with sexual frustration, and it wasn't until the water went cold that he realized how late he actually was.

"You have half an hour, chill out." Brent advised. He was about to look away from his phone but he heard the sound of a wet towel dropping and decided it wasn't the best idea. Justin might change in front of him, but he didn't like to look at his best friend while doing so. That would be stranger than the blow job's back when they were sixteen. He didn't see Justin like that at all.

Justin sighed. "Yeah, I know, sorry -- you know how stressed getting ready has me."

Brent knew it was safe to look when he heard the zipping of denim jeans. "I know." He laughed. "What do you need to talk about anyway?"

Justin made his way over to the mirror he usually did his makeup at, which was in between their beds.

"God, I swear the only thing I wear any more is sweaters and jeans." Justin huffed, pulling out the makeup that he needed for that night as he sat in front of the mirror.

"Well it is winter..." Brent mumbled. He was going to say something about how much it was like living with a girl but he knew better.

His comment went ignored as Justin concentrated on his eye liner. "Guess." He was trying not to smile.

Brent noticed that, and his eyes widened. "You told him?" Justin nodded slowly, feeling the same giddiness from when he was with his boyfriend. "Oh my -- shit, how did he react? What happened?"

"He just... he was fine, really. He has a brother who was in my situation so it was really nice." Justin had to wait for his smile to fade so he could properly apply his mascara.

"How did you tell him?"

Justin blushed and his issue with the smile went away. "Oh, I, uh... it doesn't matter. He's my boyfriend now." He tried to sway Brent away from the embarrassing topic with more news. The only thing Brent ever knew about that matter was if Justin had leaked, and that was mortifying enough. He kept the rest of it to himself -- neither of them liked to talk about it.

"Aww, how cute." Brent cooed teasingly. "And completely obvious." Justin shot him a face but smiled. "The way you told him is embarrassing though and that's why you avoided telling me." He analyzed sarcastically. "So I'm afraid you're caught and going to have to tell."

"Oh, Brent." Justin whined, finishing up with his eye makeup he kept mainly subtle. "Can't we just leave it at that? I finally told him -- I'm really happy and I finally have a boyfriend. How was your night with Ana?"

"Stop hiding it!" Brent laughed. "Just tell me how it happened and I'll leave it be!"

Justin rolled his eyes, lightly applying his foundation now. "Alright -- he saw the box of pads in the bathroom, happy?" He avoided telling that he'd directed Jason to them out of embarrassment of the situation.

Brent made a face. "Gross -- your lady thing things?"

Luckily for Brent Justin found his comment funny and threw his head back with a laugh. "Lady thing things. Oh wow Brent. But yeah -- he was fine about it though. And I got myself a boyfriend. Quite a successful night, I have to admit."

"Same for me." Brent wiggled his eyebrows at his small friend.

"You're a pig! Just like him!" Justin laughed, throwing the closest object to him at his best friend, which was a notebook.

"Fuck off!" Brent chuckled, throwing it back. "Wait -- what do you mean? Did you fuck?"

Justin rolled his eyes, picking up his powder and brush. "No, we didn't. Just head." Before Brent could respond, Justin read his mind and interrupted. "And no -- only I was giving."

Brent laughed. "Good -- it'd be weird having you all experienced."

Justin blushed. "I'm experienced..." He mumbled.

"What, blow jobs?" He laughed again.

"Oh, stop. Seriously now -- how was your night with Ana?" Justin smiled, finishing up with his makeup, raising up on the chair to place himself on Brent's bed. He looked down at his phone, seeing that it was almost time to leave. "And are you coming with us to Christie's?"

"Good -- same as usual I suppose. No arguments though, thank God." Brent reveled in the rare evenings where they went without a single argument, even the small ones. "And no, I'll drive by myself. I'm going to feel like a third wheel around you guys now..." He thought. He'd never thought about how this was going to affect his relationship with the both of them, but he didn't really mind as long as Justin was happy -- he could definitely see he was.

"Good!" Justin smiled -- he absolutely loved Ana, she was wonderful for Brent. "Oh?" He pouted. "You don't have to feel that way. I'd hate to come between you and Jason?"

Brent just smiled. "Nah it doesn't matter. I'm just glad you're finally getting some." He smirked.

"Oh, stop it!" Justin scolded with a laugh, pulling the pillow from underneath Brent's head to throw it at him. "Can I tell you something?" He asked, despite full intentions to tell him anyway. 

"Um, sure?" Brent laughed, watching his little friend get comfy on his belly on the small bed.

"I'm only going tonight so that Christie won't hit on Jason." Justin blushed a little, not being able to keep in his inner jealousy anymore. "I don't like parties... I just don't want her to slut all over him like usual."

Brent let himself laugh a little at Justin's confession. "You don't have to go tonight. I'll make sure your boy is safe."

"Why didn't you say that before I put on my makeup?!"

"You didn't ask!" Brent laughed, his tickling fingers jabbing into his best friend's stomach, making the smaller male cry out with forced, tortured laughter.

*** 

About two hours from that point, it had just gone eleven in the evening and Justin was sitting at the desk studying while the boyfriend that he was missing so much was out partying. He was trying to resist the urge to finish what he'd started in the shower, but wasn't succeeding -- while one hand was writing, the other one was gently rubbing his clit on top of his underwear and beneath his sweats he'd exchanged for the jeans, tempted to take it further. He could feel how wet he was through the material already, but he really needed to study.

He was trying not to think of his lover but was failing, letting out small, quiet moans and whimpers at the thought of him. He tried guiding his thoughts to other things, tried to focus on his work, but it was becoming more difficult the more he tried.

"Damn it!" He scolded himself, scribbling out the word 'Jason' he'd written by accident while imagining his boyfriend's flawless face between his spread legs. 

He threw his pen down on the desk, leaning back in the uncomfortable seat with a sigh. He was unsatisfied in both departments he was trying to work on at the same time, and he knew there was only one way to solve it.

"Oh, just a little bit..." He told himself quietly, slowly maneuvering his hand underneath the damp fabric of his underwear.

Justin whimpered a little on arrival to his desired destination, removing his glasses he only needed for reading, placing them gently on the desk with his free hand.

Not needing that much foreplay, Justin was quick to sink his middle finger into the tight hole with a sharp mewl of need. He thought of Jason's hands, how they were so much bigger than his own, that two fingers would equate to only one of his boyfriend's. It didn't help that Justin already had tiny fingers let alone in comparison to his man, and he wondered how he'd take more than one, maybe two if lucky. Then he thought to the monster between his partners legs and could almost feel the pain that would cause him already. Justin could only fit in three of his own small fingers, and that was only occasionally when he'd really worked himself up. He was sore whenever that occurred though, so the thought of Jason, such a bigger man than he was, fingering or fucking him was almost frightening. He wanted to be filled by something big so badly though, and soon found himself opening up enough for two fingers just thinking about it.

He heard an annoying yet all too familiar tone and sighed. "Why do I always get texts at the most inconvenient of times?" Justin sighed to himself quietly, ignoring the phone that was ringing and chiming on his bed. It didn't occur to him that it might be Jason in his horny state and left it to make noise.

He continued with what he was doing, sliding in two fingers easily with only a little resistance. He couldn't help the little whimpers escaping his mouth, and when he felt himself opening up a little bit more, he was quick to clean his trusty toy. He was soon naked on a towel on the college bed, thoughts of work thrown out of his mind as he sat with his legs completely splayed. The words 'just a little bit' that he'd promised himself were long forgotten.

Soon the low hum of his toy filled the room. Justin couldn't wait any longer and pressed it against his swollen, sensitive clit. A loud, desperate moan escaped his open mouth. He threw his head back on the pillow as he pushed the toy inside, so quick that it made that delicious wet, squelching noise that he always indulged in. It turned him on to no end. He started to wonder if Jason would like it considering it always happened intentional or not, and imagined the toy as his boyfriend's fingers, and the other hand on his clit, his tongue.




Justin's Secret Ch. 08



"I -- oh my God!" Justin cried involuntary, squeezing his legs shut as the unexpectedly strong orgasm took over. His pussy squeezed and pressured the small vibrator out, and Justin pushed it against his clit. "Jason!" He whined. "Jason! Oh, fuck me, fuck me... mmm..." His hips were writhing on the bed, spasms taking over his body from the intense feelings coursing throughout it, and all the while Justin thought of his boyfriend's huge pole inside him, bringing him to a huge climax.

The last of the small sprays of his juice squirted onto the towel, and Justin wasted no time in pushing himself to a second climax.

He had himself close again in no time, crying out Jason's name, when his phone was chiming with texts again.

"Stop!" Justin whimpered with frustration, ignoring the phone completely. 'Why would anyone be texting me at this time of the night anyway?' he thought, oblivious to who it could be, blinded by pleasure.

He huffed, stuffing his phone under his pillow, continuing with his pleasurable activity. All that occupied the room was the hum of the small vibrator, Justin's whines and whimpers, along with the wet noises that each push was creating. Justin was in complete heaven.

That is, until, the annoying chime of his phone was far beaten by a knock at the door right before his second climax.

He almost screamed. 'What the hell is Brent doing back so early? He needs to stop forgetting his key!' he thought. Justin sighed and ended up folding his toy up in the wet towel, putting it in the sink. He quickly slipped on some sweats, ignoring the wet undies on the floor before tending to the door as the knocking starting to continue. "Okay, okay!" He called, opening up the door, expecting to see his best friend. "Oh! Uh..." He fretted upon seeing who it actually was, his eyes widening.

Justin was suddenly met with soft lips to his own, and he tasted the sour tang of the beer that had been consumed recently.

"I missed you." The consumer mumbled against Justin's lips, not hesitating to kiss them again.

"Jason, are you drunk?" Justin asked nervously. He was embarrassed, wondering if Jason knew what he was up to. His legs were still quivering with the pending, close orgasm.

"A little." He laughed. "Can I come in? I text you but..."

Justin blushed and cursed himself mentally for not looking at his phone, shutting the door behind the pair of them. His anxiety was slowly building up; he knew he'd be absolutely humiliated if Jason guessed what he'd been doing. He hoped that his boyfriend was too drunk to notice.

"Um, so, how was the party?" Justin asked, trying to act completely natural but was failing at it. He was throbbing erratically between his shaking legs and was becoming desperate for release.

"Shit. Boring. I wanted you there." Jason said casually, shooting a small smile at his boy.

"I wanted you here too." Justin replied nervously.

Jason cocked an eyebrow at his boy's strange behaviour, but then he spotted the underwear and the shirt laying on the floor by the bed. His eyes went to Justin's chest where the scars were visible, and wondered why he was so undressed for the winter weather.

"Aren't you cold?" Jason asked sensually, pulling his boy to him, his cock twitching at the thought of him only wearing sweats with nothing underneath.

"Um, no." Justin's skin was red hot. He resisted grinding against Jason to get his release with his last piece of sanity he was barely holding on to. He was so close yet so far away.

Jason felt his boy freeze up as he let his hands roam underneath the waistband of the sweats. He heard desperate whimpering as he explored the plump, bare cheeks of his boyfriend's ass, who was pushing it back against the cold hands. Jason snickered. The contrast between the two temperatures created a wonderful sensation for them both, more so Justin.

"Such a good ass." Jason commented lustfully. Justin just giggled and writhed in arousal.

Though, despite the normal behaviour between the two, something felt different around Jason -- the air around him felt hot and stuffy, which was strange as it was a cold winter evening. Jason inhaled deeply, smelling that wonderful scent he was so familiar with, that he loved so much. Once it hit him what it was and what his twink was being so shy about, he started to grin. He noticed the red on Justin's cheeks from arousal and wondered how he didn't pick up on it before -- that's why Justin had been so annoyed when he thought it was Brent at the door, and why he'd ignored his texts too.

"So, why didn't you pick up your phone?" Jason asked, resisting a teasing tone. He loved watching Justin squirm at his question. He pinched at the skin he was feeling with a forefinger and thumb, making Justin let out a squeak.

"I was uh, studying. Sorry." Justin indicated to the desk that was overflown with papers, trying to appear in control of himself.

"Without undies?" Jason teased, slipping his hands from his boyfriend, walking over to the item of clothing. The color of the crotch was darker than the rest from being damp. Jason's cock twitched some more, hardening painfully inside his jeans. He raised his eyebrows suggestively at his blushing boy. 

Justin only nodded slowly, not being able to bring himself to say anything out of pure humiliation.

Jason wanted to crack up with laughter at the reaction, but instead he smiled warmly, beckoning his boy over with a jerk of his head. Justin followed slowly, his hands clasped together and his bright red face from arousal and embarrassment pointed at the floor.

Jason was quick to kiss him. "What were you really doing?" He asked sensually before returning to those plump lips he loved so much. "Making yourself cum?" He'd planned to spend an evening cuddling and talking and laughing with his boyfriend, but this was good too.

"Jason, no..." Justin whined, feeling incredibly horny yet incredibly embarrassed at his words and the fact that he knew.

"I can smell it." Jason almost growled. The smell of sex was stronger as he'd moved closer to the bed, closer to where his boy was masturbating only minutes before. Jason manipulated the standing position, easing Justin onto the bed where his quivering thighs easily parted to accommodate his boyfriend's hips. "What were you thinking about?" Jason whispered huskily into the twink's ear, grinding down onto the wet crotch with his own.

Justin let out a sharp whimper, locking his legs around Jason's waist as he pulled him harder against his pussy that was only covered by the thin material of his sweat pants. "You!" He cried out, biting onto his knuckles. He was still close, getting closer. The embarrassment faded away, replaced with sexual drive.

"Me doing what?" Jason groaned, sitting up but continuing the thrusting motions, taking off his jacket and shirt.

Justin was all over his muscled top half in a heartbeat, his hands exploring the body that Jason worked hard for. Justin loved it. His boyfriend was gorgeous.

"Fucking me." Justin spat crudely, spiraling quickly closer to a wonderful climax. He was moaning like a cheap whore but he didn't care, and was now fumbling with the zip on Jason's jeans. 

They both took part in helping pushing the awkward material down to Jason's ankles until he kicked them off, pausing only for a moment to do so before continuing his movements. Now, only Jason's boxers and Justin's sweats were the only things keeping them from being skin to skin. Justin had never been so intimate with someone in his entire life, and he was loving every second.

"You are so much better than some fucking dumb party -- why'd I even go?" Jason mumbled more to himself, slowing his moments down just to slide his underwear-clad cock in between what felt to be Justin's lips. The movement made both of them shudder and moan together -- Jason could feel Justin wetting through to his underwear, and that only made it even better. The two girls he'd gotten with before needed to really be worked up to be lubricated enough for sex, but Justin just got so wet, absolutely soaking. 

Jason remembered back to the previous night, thinking to the big wet patch after his boyfriend's orgasm. His mouth fell open at the possibility of Justin having the ability to squirt. The thought made him thrust involuntary harder, causing them both to cry out.

'Oh my God!' Justin screamed to himself in his mind. 'Am I really doing this? Is this actually happening?' He asked himself, not thinking it would for another good few years. Maybe more. It was wonderful and felt better than he could have ever imagined, feeling his boyfriend's cock pretty much slide through his lips. It was so hot, and felt so good.

"Tell me what you were doing." Jason ordered desperately, rising up on his knees to see his twink's face as they fucked dry.

Justin was sobbing with pleasure, right on the brink of orgasm. The intimacy was bliss. "Fuck, oh, I was using my vibrator..." He sobbed out the confession in hopes to drive his boyfriend crazy, throwing his head back on the pillow and crying out loudly in delight. He was honestly surprised his neighbors never complained.

At his words, Jason started pushing his hips harder, so much so that the crappy college bed started to creak in complaint. "Your what?" He asked in disbelief.

Justin's explosive orgasm interrupted his answer, and he clutched his legs tight around the thrusting hips. Jason could literally feel him cum as his boyfriend moaned, sobbed and whined loudly with pleasure -- he could feel the shots of his boy's orgasm shooting out of his pussy, soaking both of their pieces of clothing. Jason continued to fuck against him, moaning and groaning himself, watching his boy cum.

"Oh God, oh God..." Justin whimpered to himself, clutching at the sheets as he slowly calmed down from his high.

He noticed that Jason was still hard, and without a word pulled out the engorged member that was soaked with his juices and pre-cum. Justin quickly jerked the shaft, and was about to move to take it into his mouth but Jason jerked forward and swore. 

Shots of cum spurted out of the large, thick cock, landing with a splattering sound all over Justin's chest and up to his lips. Justin was moaning quietly with the after shocks of his orgasm and the sight of the cum that he was jerking out of his boyfriend's cock landing on him, while Jason groaned and swore through his intense climax.

As they came down from their high, the pair giggled as they caught their breath. Jason leaned forward and lovingly kissed the cum-streaked lips of his small boyfriend's, happily lapping it up and sharing it with him. They caressed and kissed for a while, basking in the feeling of post-orgasm.

"And this gets better?" Justin asked dreamily, laying his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes as Jason worshiped the sensitive skin of his neck.

"So much. I can make you feel so good." Jason mumbled, nipping and kissing the skin that was deliciously salty with sweat.

"Thank you for accepting it -- um, me, Jason." Justin almost whispered, pulling his boyfriend closer. 

Jason continued the worship to his neck with his lips, smiling. "I couldn't have chosen otherwise."

Justin sighed in delight, letting his boyfriend mark him for the world to see. The word 'love' lit up in big, bold, bright lights in Justin's mind for the millionth time. But this time, he didn't shake it away -- he knew right then and there that he was completely head over heels in love with Jason Anderson. How could he not be? He'd actually accepted him, and that felt really wonderful.

He wanted to say it. He wanted to yell it to the world. But he didn't want to scare him away, not after the trauma of last night. So instead, Justin settled for "I missed you" before he could blurt anything he might regret.



Justin's Secret Ch. 09



Justin's heart rate picked up as the familiar car came into view, the one that was about to pick him up from outside his college. It was the following Friday afternoon from the night he'd spent with his drunken boyfriend, and he found himself actually spending time with someone that wasn't Jason for once. He made sure to make plans with Jason because of his sister coming down, so Justin was seeing his boyfriend when his sister went home on the Saturday. Justin would be tired, but he wanted to see his man.

The car parked up in front of him. Justin started grinning and pulled the door open, immediately heaving himself on the passenger seat to grab and cuddle the perky blonde that was his sister.

"Rach! I have missed you so much!" Justin exclaimed into her shoulder, tears springing to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't come last weekend." The just turned twenty year old was in the same state as her brother, tears of happiness threatening to fall.

"No I get it, it's fine." Justin calmed himself and pulled back from his sister. 

He'd left his bags outside and left the car quickly to put them in the back seats -- the pair were going to stay in a hotel for the night to make sure they'd had enough time together until the next visit. 

"So, how's the family?" Justin asked with a smile as they got going to the hotel. They were going to go Christmas shopping the next day, as it was barely a month away. It was always good to go early, so that the malls weren't completely mobbed -- also why they were going at ten in the morning much to Justin's dislike.

"Boring. Annoying. As usual..." She mumbled monotone. "Mom wants to go away for Christmas. Just her and Dad for like the whole vacation." Rachel was clearly annoyed. "And because Jamie lives with them he's going with them too cause they don't want him to be alone for Christmas."

Justin huffed. "What about me? Us! He's always been the favorite!" He bitched, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know, right?" Rachel agreed with a scoff. "But yeah. You can stay with me and Liam if you need to."

"No... ew. You're always all over each other." Justin laughed but inside he was upset. He'd definitely have to stay at his sister and her boyfriend's house if his parents decided to go away -- he could stay at the college for Christmas vacation but there wasn't a chance he'd do that.

"Yeah well, what are your other options?" Rachel asked rhetorically, shooting her brother a sympathetic look.

"Only if you don't mind." Justin replied numbly.

"Of course not." Rachel frowned, hurting for her brother. He'd never had it easy, he'd definitely had the worst luck out of the three siblings. "Anyway." She mumbled. "Any good news?"

The hurt went away when she saw Justin smiling. "Um, well, I have a boyfriend." He admitted shyly, looking down at his fiddling fingers with a blush on his cheeks.

"You could have started with that!" She gushed, grinning for her brother. She hadn't actually expected him to come out with anything good -- nothing had ever gone right for him, but this was really something. "Tell me absolutely everything! I will be meeting this boy."

Justin let himself giggle. "It's Jason... we've been properly together for a week but we've been seeing each other for like two months."

"What, Jason Anderson? You used to go on about him all the time." Rachel laughed loudly, very happy that the odds were in her brother's favor for once. In her eyes, he really did deserve it. She loved her little brother more than anything.

"I know... I just can't believe he's mine." Justin grinned.

"Is he who you're texting?"

Justin nodded, tapping away at his phone. "Yeah. It's nonstop. I've never had something like this before..."

"Because you were too busy being a little slut." Rachel laughed, raising an eyebrow at her brother.

"Oh, shut up!" Justin giggled. "I can't be a slut when I'm still a virgin."

"You wouldn't be if you had a dick though, would you?" Rachel teased. She was the only one that Justin was okay with teasing him about his situation -- her comments just made him laugh because she was family rather than a friend, so it wasn't patronizing.

"You're probably right." Justin laughed. "I won't be a virgin for long though, hopefully." He spoke quietly, blushing while thinking of the previous weekend and what had happened.

Rachel raised her eyebrows. "You think you guys are that serious?"

"Well, he kind of, knows about the thing..." Justin trailed off, balancing his concentration between his boyfriend and his sister.

"What is it with you and not telling me stuff?" Rachel called out loudly. "This is so big Justin. What did he say about it?" She was ecstatic for her brother now -- she was so excited that he'd finally found someone to trust so much, even as just a friend than Brent. The fact it's his boyfriend made it even better.

"It's like I'm actually normal." He smiled all the way through telling his sister how Jason found out and reacted. "I feel at peace with myself."

Rachel slapped him playfully on the thigh before returning her hand to the wheel. "You are normal! But I'm very happy for you. If you're that serious I'll definitely have to meet him." She smiled at her brother. "Be careful about your virginity though. You haven't been together very long. I know it's all exciting and stuff, but wait a few more months, okay?"

"Gosh, I don't know if I can..." Justin giggled, the blush returning. He was nonstop thinking about it, the day he'd finally lose his virginity. He knew it would be with Jason, he was so in love with him.

"Please? Try... I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Jason won't hurt me." Justin smiled confidently. "I trust him. I love him."

Rachel just smiled at her naïve brother. "After two months?"

"I've known it for years. Please don't. I know I sound stupid, but I really do."

"Are you saying it yet?"

Justin sighed. "No. I don't know if he feels the same."

"Well, from what you've told me he sounds very nice." Rachel was grinning -- it was one thing that Justin had a boyfriend, but it was on a complete other level that he actually knew about the situation. Rachel always thought he'd somehow end up with Brent. She knew they'd had a couple encounters two years before, and thought that may have been the start of something.

"He pays for everything, it's so annoying." Justin giggled, and continued to talk about his man. 

The rest of the car journey consisted of conversation about the little things in Jason that he admired. When they came to a stop, Justin got up the photo that the pair took when he first went to Jason's dorm after the Mark situation. He explained how they got together and most things after that. Rachel was in awe, watching how happy her little brother was. Seeing her brother so elated was very rare.

Rachel also managed to pry about Justin's sex life. She knew he always gave in, otherwise he wouldn't have the vibrator he cherished so much. As expected, he gave in again and spilled from their first encounter, to how big Jason was, to their latest encounter and just about anything in between. Justin was embarrassed the whole time, but there was no denying he didn't like talking about it. Anything about his man he liked to talk about. He was still in disbelief that they were even together.

"I bet it will end soon though, I'm never this lucky." Justin mumbled. "Sorry. Enough about myself." He stated as they got out of the car. "What about you? How's Liam and stuff?" He asked as they walked towards the hotel's entrance. He was glad his sister was small too -- they were about the same height and he didn't have to talk up to her like everyone else.

"Oh be quiet, it sounds like he really likes you." Rachel smiled. "And yeah we're good. Same as usual. It's kind of weird to be out of the house though..."

"Gosh, it sounds it." Justin laughed. "I can't wait though. Mom and Dad and Jamie all just suck."

Rachel snickered. "Don't they just? I'm happy to not spend Christmas with them. Too judgmental."

"Eugh, right?"

The pair checked in while talking and laughing, and carried their luggage with them up to the room. They spent the evening gossiping, laughing, watching TV and of course ordered room service. They stuffed their faces with ice cream as they watched a crappy movie the hotel provided, having a good time making fun of the poor production. And of course, most of the time Justin was texting his man who was out with his friends. The drunk 'I miss you' texts warmed his heart, so much so that the next day he made sure to go all out on getting him a Christmas present, hoping badly they'd still be together by then. 

*** 

"I got you something for Christmas today." Justin admitted, breaking the comfortable silence after swallowing a bite of the food he'd ordered -- his boyfriend had taken him out to dinner after his sister left. Justin was a little moody, missing his sister already and had already eaten so he'd only gotten a salad, but the main thing on his mind was his plans for Christmas. It hadn't bugged him too much -- he had expected something like this to happen, but he wasn't being as talkative as usual due to thinking about what he was going to do for Christmas (correction -- daydreaming about spending Christmas with Jason).

"You didn't have to babe. What did you get?" Jason asked warmly, looking down at his boy that was tucked into his side while they ate.

"Well that'd ruin the surprise." Justin smiled a little. He hadn't really smiled since his sister left.

"If it's less than a hundred dollars then I don't want it." Jason joked, gently tickling and tracing the bare skin of his boyfriend's side from his shirt riding up with the tips of his fingers.

Justin found the light sensation comforting, giggling softly at Jason's comment for the first time since his sister left.

When he didn't reply, Jason had to ask. "Babe, what's wrong?" Although Justin didn't have a terribly big change in mood, Jason picked up on the fact that he wasn't as talkative as normal. Usually he couldn't get a word in until Justin realized what he was doing and got embarrassed about it.

"Nothin'." Justin replied, prodding his fork around the salad.

Jason frowned and turned Justin's face up to him by cupping his cheek. "You and your sister alright?"

"We're fine -- good actually. We had a nice time." Justin pulled his face away from his boyfriend's hand to go back to his salad. He took Jason's hand in his, as if thanking him for showing concern and caring.

Justin got a sweet kiss on his jawline in return. He smiled at the comfort, feeling Jason squeeze his hand.

'I love you' -- the words were so close out of Justin's mouth that he bit down painfully onto his tongue to stop them from coming out. He tasted blood but he didn't loosen his grip, just in case.

The pair finished their meals mostly in comfortable silence, sitting happily in each others company.

"Brent's at the dorm." Justin mumbled, breaking the silence of the car as the two drove back to the college. He wanted to be alone with Jason. He wanted cuddles and kisses, maybe more so he could forget, but he couldn't have that with his best friend there.

"Yeah?" Jason replied, clenching his jaw. He also wanted to be alone with his boy in hopes to pry what was making him upset. Jason fished out his phone and placed it in Justin's lap. "Text my roommate and ask him if he's out please?"

"Oh, sure..." Justin mumbled. He smiled small at the trust Jason put in him with his phone that most people don't with anyone. "Under Sam, right?"

"Right."

Justin sent a text, hoping that it sounded somewhat like Jason just asking if he was back at the dorm and if he'd be back at all if he wasn't.

"So you talk to him now?" Justin surprisingly ignited conversation, referring to the awkward stage Jason and his roommate went through.

"Yeah, we drink together sometimes. He's alright."

Justin frowned. "You seem to drink a lot." He almost whispered, not wanting to come off as offensive. He didn't want Jason to damage himself by the amount of alcohol he seemed to consume -- compared to Justin's encounters with alcohol, limited to only one, it seemed like a lot.

"It's only a few drinks babe. It's college." Jason smirked.

Justin was about to reply but Jason received a message. "He said 'out pretty late, I'll text you when I'm coming back if I do. Have Justin over?'" He read aloud, giggling and blushing at the last bit. "With a wink face." He clarified.

"Well that's our plans sorted then?" Jason laughed too.

"Sounds good." Justin agreed quietly, smiling away.

The drive was quiet after that, and while the couple walked hand in hand to Jason's dorm there wasn't much conversation there either. It wasn't uncomfortable but Jason hated it, being used to his Justin being so full of life and talkative. 

Jason left Justin's touch only to unlock his dorm. Then his hand fell to Justin's lower back, leading him in the empty dorm.

"Still messy." Justin remarked with a small smile. Although he liked things to be tidy, he loved how the room reflected his boyfriend's masculine side.

He also loved the smell of the dorm, it smelled like his boyfriend and he found comfort in that. He knew his roommate was out a lot of the time and it showed; the only thing Justin could smell in the room was Jason's cologne. 

Jason shut the door behind him. "Still perfect." He remarked, his eyes on his boyfriend's ass.

Justin cracked up for the first time since his sister left. "Cheap shot, but nice try." He smiled at his man.

"I mean it." Jason grinned at his boyfriend's slight increase of good in his mood, and took the opportunity to grab the ass he was staring at as a gesture to what he was talking about.

Justin let out an unsatisfied whimper from the cold room and wriggled out of his coat. He cheekily left it in Jason's hands, kicking off his shoes before lurching towards the bed, climbing underneath the covers in search for warmth. 

Jason laughed at his boy, folding the coat over the chair by his desk, kicking off his shoes also. He slid in next to Justin who snuggled up quickly, greedily absorbing all of the warmth, his teeth chattering a little.

"I hate winter." Justin remarked, sliding his hands up Jason's shirt to feel his warm skin with an exaggerated pout. He still found it strange that he was in this situation with Jason -- he thought it would only happen in his imagination, but he wasn't complaining.

"Mm, wanna tell me what's been bugging you now babe?" Jason prodded quietly, smoothing his warm, comforting hands under his boy's sweater.

"Nothing's wrong, I said that." Justin said, a little too snappy than he had actually intended.

"Yeah but you didn't mean it, did you?" Jason retorted, again, gently. 

Justin closed his eyes in frustration. "No." He muttered. Justin took a deep breath and clenched his fists tight. "My parents are booking a holiday for the whole of the Christmas vacation." He spat.

Jason almost laughed. "What's wrong with that? It'll be cool, where are you going?" He asked, misunderstanding. He felt sad though -- he'd miss his boy over Christmas. He knew in the first place that they'd both be separate due to being at home, but at least Justin was only a five minute drive away. He didn't like that they'd be in different countries -- he wouldn't be able to see his boy at all, probably not even text him.

"No, just them. And my brother." Justin dug his face into Jason's chest, feeling the hurt and rejection strongly.

Jason was almost shocked. "What, why? What the Hell?"

"I don't know. I think they like, hate me because of what happened." Justin mumbled. "My sister said I could stay with her but she has a boyfriend and that'll be awkward..."

"What the fuck kind of parents do that?" Jason spat, growing annoyed.

"Mine. Obviously."

Jason frowned, pecking his boys lips. "Baby..." He felt terrible that he couldn't do anything about it.

"But yeah. my sister will be with her boyfriend the whole time so sucks for me." Justin grumbled. "I love Rachel but I know she will. She's obsessed with him and I barely even know him -- I'll have to sleep on the couch and everything."

"Have you not spoke to your parents about it?"

"No." Justin muttered. "But it doesn't matter -- just the fact they even planned going without me is enough." He squeezed his eyes shut. "They're so awful Jason -- they kicked Rachel out just because she had sex before marriage, they even called her a slut. But Jamie lost his virginity at sixteen and they don't even care." He mumbled, sighing with frustration.

"Jamie's your brother?" Jason intervened with furrowed brows, just so he understood the shocking story. He was almost happy that Justin trusted him enough to tell him all of this personal stuff, but listening to him talk easily about what they'd done was painful. He then felt bad for not telling him about his medication for depression, but he'd never found a right time to say -- he figured it wasn't something you could just randomly bring up.

"And the favorite." Justin spat. "I'm the only virgin and they hate me, even though they pushed staying one until marriage so hard on us while growing up. I try my best for them and they don't even care. I don't even want to be at college, I'm doing it for them." he grumbled.

Jason wondered how he could talk about his parents and what they'd done so calmly. He knew if his mother ever did anything like that he'd be absolutely devastated -- it seemed like Justin didn't expect anything less, and it was so strange to him. His boy was visibly frustrated, but that was all Jason could detect; he expected him to be crying, but there was no emotion in that sense in his voice.

"You talk about it so easily, like what they've done is nothing." Jason stated, appearing more annoyed out of the pair while he stroked his boy tenderly. He hated that he didn't know what to do or say to make things better, but Justin seemed strangely alright. "I think I'm more pissed off than you." He tried to laugh it off but he really was irritated, maybe more so than his twink.

"I honestly expected it." Justin looked up into his man's eyes, seeing that he was indeed as annoyed as his tone had portrayed him to be. "I knew once I'd go to college they'd see it as one less kid to deal with. I wouldn't be surprised if they made my room into some sort of storage or some shit." He sighed. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." He decided, hugging closer to his man.

"You can't brush it off just like that -- just... what the fuck?" Jason was still in disbelief. 'How could you do that to someone so sweet, let alone your own child?' he thought. Jason hated anything and anyone that upset his twink, and the fact he couldn't do anything about this particular thing was pissing him off even more than the actual situation, which was enough on its own. He huffed loudly, massaging his now almost painfully throbbing temple. He didn't see how anyone could mistreat someone so wonderful.

There was a pause while Justin analyzed his frustrated man. "You're hot when you're mad." In Justin's mind, the conversation was over and the sex was going to begin as simply as that, like a switch. But Jason, being so frustrated, took it differently.

"Can't we have one serious conversation without you trying to avoid it with sex?" Jason didn't mean to snap, but he was annoyed. But before he could take it back, his boy spoke up;

"I'm not avoiding it! I mean it!" Justin defended while secretly loving that he'd accidentally wound him up a little more. His tone was more aggressive and rough than he'd heard it before, and it made him throb between his legs. He was hoping they could do it dry again -- that felt really good for him. "And how is this serious? It's my douche-bag parents. Big deal -- I'll stay on a couch for Christmas. So?" He was trying to push the conversation quickly away, thinking with something else other than his brain.




Justin's Secret Ch. 09



Jason pouted over-dramatically, making Justin giggle. His mood lifted a little on seeing his twink really was okay, but he was still annoyed that he couldn't do anything. 'Or can I?' he thought mischievously, building a plan in his mind.

"Alright." Jason pretended to accept that it was the end of the conversation -- but it was far from it. He was almost excited at the plan he'd formed in his mind, forgetting about being pissed off by his boy's parents.

"Alright? So we can drop this now?" Justin asked lowly, not waiting for a reply before latching onto his lovers neck.

"Well, you can." Jason snickered as Justin ignored his comment and the meanings behind it, his hand already making its way down to his man's crotch. "God, are you sure you weren't born a guy Justin? Is there never a time you don't want it?" He chuckled, but didn't protest to the fingers that worked him almost professionally.

Justin was pleased that he didn't feel upset by Jason's comment, but instead took it as banter just like he could only with his sister. He couldn't do that even with Brent and he found himself smiling, laughing into his boyfriend's neck with happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I don't think there is. Honestly."

Sooner than Justin had skilfully dropped the somewhat serious conversation, he had dropped his man's pants and was moaning around the cock in his mouth. 

He had him fully hard but he kept going, making Jason speak up; "that's enough baby. I want to do something different, if you'll let me." He cooed softly, gently smoothing over the hot skin of Justin's slender neck and shoulders. Although he always thoroughly enjoyed the sight and the feel of what his boy was doing, he wanted something else a whole lot more.

"What?" Justin looked at him skeptically. 

Jason motioned him back up with a hand gesture, and soon he was making out with his boy who was straddling his chest. 

Jason was trying to convey how much he really did feel for him into that one, passionate kiss, but it wasn't enough. He didn't know what it was, but he'd never felt it before. Jason had never really been the type to care what other people thought of him, but he'd never in his life wanted someone to trust or love him as much as he wanted Justin to. He'd never felt it with his ex or hookups, and it felt really strange to him -- he wanted to be perfect in his boy's eyes; he wanted Justin to know and feel that he was safe in his arms, and he definitely was. He wanted Justin to love and forgive himself for once and he wanted to be the one that made that happen -- he wanted to be his everything and that was a scary something that Jason had never experienced before. He would give everything up for his boy to be happy, and it was strange and frightening because it had only really been two months but he didn't care. Justin was his everything -- the only thing that made him happy, and not only look forward to each day but to cherish it also.

He then realized that for once, Justin wasn't moaning into the kiss. It wasn't raunchy or needy -- it loving yet sensual but everything Jason didn't even know he needed. He thought he was content before, but it made him feel warm, happy, safe... it was also weird, strange, scary -- but he loved it. He loved every second, and he wanted it to go on forever, and it made him almost sad that it couldn't.

It was on the tip of his tongue. The words he'd said before but never had meaning to, unlike this time. It was different this time.

He opened his mouth, pulling back slightly to speak. "Do you trust me?" He asked sensually once he'd chickened out, scolding himself for it.

"Oh, I, of course I do." Justin was caught off guard, and leaned forward to experience more of the passionate kiss. He too felt the difference and didn't want it to be over, and also had the words on the tip of his tongue but was too chicken to say them. "What is it?" Justin asked breathlessly once Jason stopped the kissing. He was left disappointed.

Jason hoped he wasn't going to far as he stroked his middle finger at the crotch of Justin's jeans. He looked up into his boy's frightened eyes, and he'd never looked more vulnerable than he'd ever done, like he could've placed his trust in anyone in that moment. Jason took that in and confidently went further, cupping the warm, almost damp material in his hand.

Justin gently bucked his hips involuntary with a whimper, then blushed at his eagerness as Jason laughed quietly.

"Oh." Justin whispered quietly, unsure what he wanted. He felt incredibly shy and insecure, but somehow Jason took most of his usual negative feelings about himself away. "I trust you." He whimpered, kissing his man softly on the lips. He thought this was going to be another raunchy experience like the previous weekend, but boy was he wrong.

Jason stared into Justin's vulnerable, bambi eyes as he rolled them both over so he was on top. Jason wriggled himself free of the denim that was pooled at his knees, leaving himself naked. He kissed his twink before starting on the buttons of his jeans, just to reassure him.

Justin worked up a sweat as he looked past his naked chest, feeling more defenseless than ever as he watched his man undoing the buttons on his jeans. He bit down hard onto his knuckles to avoid yelping a meek 'stop', letting the negative thoughts pile up in his mind rather than embarrassingly spouting them aloud.

He started to shake as Jason pulled the denim off of his small ankles, telling himself it was just from the cold. He involuntary shut his spread legs with embarrassment and shyness.

Jason frowned, separating them with his warm hands, but only to ease his bare hips in between them to be face to face with his boy.

He smiled down at his mortified boyfriend, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "You should've said stop."

"I want to..." Justin trailed off, more embarrassed than ever. "I really do."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sure. Please just..." Justin sighed in annoyance -- he was horny and he wanted it, but he was shy and scared at the same time. "Please." He settled with.

"Sure? We really don't have to." Jason asked, just to be clear. He didn't want to push Justin into anything. 

But, his boy just nodded and smiled small. Jason kissed him quickly before trailing his lips to his jaw, down to his neck, where he stayed there for a while. He pushed his hips forwards at the same time as he was sucking on his boyfriend's sweet spot, and Justin cried out, clenching his legs tighter around the now slowly thrusting hips. Jason snickered to himself and sucked harder, pulling back to see a mark -- it was the first time he'd left one on Justin, and he decided he liked the look on his boy.

"Marked ya'." Jason snickered as Justin's hand flew to the spot on his neck. "Mine." He growled, pushing the dainty hand away to nip at the purple bruise. He trailed down further, leaving several more between the first mark and the middle of his boy's collar bones, but Justin was too busy moaning away at the grinding to even notice let alone care.

Jason sat back to look at his boy, specifically the scars underneath his nipples. He'd never really got a chance to look at them, but he could see they were healing nicely. He kissed along one of them, and Justin was smiling as he watched -- to him, it was a deeper act than it appeared to be; symbolic, almost. It felt to Justin that Jason was physically accepting him for who and what he is. He was grinning in no time, not even caring that Jason's hips had stopped moving in order for him to move down his chest.

Though, that's when the nerves kicked in. Jason looked up at Justin with his hands at the waistband of the last piece of remaining clothing on the two of them, and the twink's breathing increased.

"Sure?"

"Sure." Justin squeaked out, biting down harder onto his knuckles -- he could taste blood and it was fairly painful but he didn't care. His first ever boyfriend was about to reveal something that no one else had ever seen up close before, something he'd hated and had hidden all of his life up until recently, and it was quite nerve-wracking to say the least.

"Okay baby. You trust me?"

"I trust you."

After that, Jason slowly slipped the undies down. As soon as they came past what they were hiding, Justin involuntary hid it again with his free hand, cupping his crotch with it. Jason just laughed and pulled it the rest of the way before throwing the undies somewhere in the messy room. Justin had never felt more exposed to someone in his entire life -- and physically, he was. He was more exposed than he had ever been to someone, naked, legs spread on a bed with someone in between them. He felt like he could hyperventilate at the mere thought let alone the full act.

"I thought you were sure?" Jason teased, raising an eyebrow, smirking.

"I am!" Justin chirped, contradicting himself by closing his legs, his hand still clamped in place. Although shy, there was no denying how wet he had become. He paused, but wasn't able to put up with Jason's teasing look for long. "I just... I don't want you to look. Okay? Just..." He sighed, defeated.

Jason smiled at the shyness and crawled up the bed to lay beside his boy in hopes to solve the problem. "Just...?" He asked, slipping his hand down the small body until it was on top of Justin's at his crotch. Justin nodded.

"Under the covers..." Justin whimpered, though he was now smiling. "What? It's cold!" He exclaimed once Jason started to laugh at him.

The now naked pair shifted until they were both under the thin covers, giggling away at their new, exciting experiences together. They were soon making out, but unlike before, it was sensual and hot, and Justin was moaning away at the feeling. He had a love for either kissing or kissing Jason -- it was a wonderful sensation, especially since he was unclothed and his man could touch any part of him -- which he took full advantage of, of course, his hands straight away on his boy's plump ass. Justin loved it.

"Okay." Justin mumbled against his man's lips.

"Okay?"

"Yes. Before I chicken out." Justin giggled.

"If you're sure..." Jason mumbled. His only answer was Justin going back to kissing and moaning, which seemed like a positive sign in his books.

Jason moved his hands from the ass he'd grown to love so much while Justin laid on his back, pulling his lover more over on top of him. Jason rested his hand on his boy's abdomen, literally feeling his breathing increase as his hand moved its way down.

Justin pulled away from Jason to gasp upon feeling a hand that wasn't his on his secret for the first time in his life. His man ducked his head to start on his neck again, and Justin concentrated on the weird feeling of another hand between his legs. It was a strange sensation that he couldn't quite believe was actually happening, but it somehow felt even better than their last encounter. Other than being scary, it was new and exciting to him.

Justin's eyes were squeezed shut but his legs were completely splayed open, letting Jason explore as much as he pleased. 

Which of course, again, he took full advantage of. 

Jason soon had Justin writhing on the bed by just circling his boy's clit with two of his fingers that he'd lubed up with the smaller males juices. He could tell that the twink was nervous still despite the very personal act they were committing -- he'd clamped a hand over his mouth to quiet himself and was visibly quite stiff, but Jason could tell it felt good for him by his squirming hips and muffled whimpers.

He then took it up a notch, taking those signs as a positive. He slowly moved his fingers down to where he found the tiny hole he knew would be his best friend very soon -- he moved his fingertips over it, and wondered how the Hell they'd even fit, but was indulging in how wet Justin was. Never in his life had a girl become that wet just by kissing and touching; it turned him on to no ends.

Some point during this transition, Justin's noises had apparently become too much. His hand left his mouth to grip the sheets instead, allowing him to make as much noise as he pleased. He was definitely scared, but feelings of love and pleasure being created by his man's tender touches were overcoming that. But for that moment, his eyes were still clamped shut with shyness and he was facing the other way.

Jason noticed this, and again took it as a good sign. He rubbed the outside of Justin's hole until it opened up enough for him to slip his middle finger in for the first time, but certainly not the last.

"Oh!" Justin cried out. The pleasure of being so intimate with someone for the first time was pulling him hurdling to the brink.

Jason continued to slip his finger into the deliciously wet depths of his boyfriend. It was a tight fit and he looked down at his cock, red with frustration, wondering how it could ever fit inside something so small, being so big of course. Justin didn't even look like he could take it, and his suspicions had almost been confirmed by how tight it was around just his finger. But they hadn't come to that yet, so for the moment it just continued to arouse him.

'He's actually fingering me, oh my God, is this actually happening?!' Justin yelled at himself mentally, almost congratulating himself at the huge achievement.

Once Jason's finger started to move, it made those wonderful wet noises Justin loved. It caused the little male to throw his head back onto the pillow and let out a loud moan as his hips bucked back onto the finger, as if he were fucking it. He felt embarrassed, but he couldn't control himself. He was beyond excited, and definitely was very happy. Jason could see that by the aroused smile on his boy's face, who had finally worked up the courage to open his eyes and let himself enjoy the moment.

He honestly thought it couldn't get better, but when the twink let out a low growl followed by his hand gripping onto his cock, Jason was immediately corrected. He pulled the covers off himself to watch his boy's small hand playing lazily but firmly with the angry looking shaft while listening to his whimpers and small squeals and squeaks, and found himself never wanting to leave Justin ever. He felt overwhelmed with emotion again, and kissed his twink passionately.

Jason also started fucking his boy with two fingers now, listening to him whine in both arousal and pain as he pulled back from the kiss.

"Owwie..." Justin whined, but showed no sign of asking his man to stop, his hips still moving back and forth on them. He felt himself growing closer by the minute. "We need a towel." He whimpered in warning, going bright red with embarrassment.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" Justin just stared at him in hopes he'd understand without him having to explain. "Oh!" He was suddenly excited, and withdrew for the first time to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

Justin was humiliated as he shifted the towel underneath his ass, but he could see his man was excited to see him finish. He could also feel it too -- once his hand went to his lovers cock, he didn't think he'd ever felt anything harder in his life. It made him feel good.

Jason quickly went back to working his boy's pussy, doing so very enthusiastically. It hurt but Justin made no complaints.

Despite the tight squeeze, the pair managed it. Jason's fingers managed to work Justin to a delicious orgasm.

"Baby..." Jason whispered, watching his lovers body convulse, feeling the squirts jet out and land on the towel while he played with his clit. All the while Justin was moaning and whimpering loudly, squeezing his man's cock with one hand and the bed sheet in the other.

Once he was finished with his delicious climax, Justin fell back onto the bed, panting and writhing. 

"What? Keep going!" He protested when Jason's dripping wet hand moved back up to his belly.

"You're not done?" Justin could see pure excitement in his man's eyes. Jason had never been with anyone that could cum more than once without becoming over sensitive and in the worst cases, made him stop due to not being able to continue. 

"Hell no I'm not done!" Justin laughed, overcome with arousal, his shyness completely faded. 

He fell in love with Justin all over again and laughed too, and happily brought him to two more wonderful climax's, both that he pretty much screamed through. 

To Justin's delight, his man still hadn't finished yet, but was worked up with his lazy playing. Jason interrupted the five minute blow job almost an hour before, and his cock definitely looked worked up by that point. Justin literally licked his lips, looking at the red, angry cock he wanted in his mouth with pure lust in his eyes.

Jason almost came by looking at his twink's greedy expression, but saved it for when he wrapped his delicious lips around it, which happened almost immediately to no ones surprise. 

Justin didn't have to spend too long on it before his man had gripped a handful of his hair (in remembrance he liked it a bit rough) and shoved his pretty little mouth down his whole length to cum straight down his throat. Justin moaned continuously, enthusiastically swallowing down the large load. He sucked it clean afterwards, but was interrupted by Jason pulling him up his chest from becoming over sensitive.

Justin sighed happily and stretched out like a lazy cat on his lovers chest before cuddling into it, feeling a beautifully happy sensation overcome his spent body. He closed his eyes, basking in the grand feeling. It was truly perfection.

"Baby, that was so good..." Jason sighed once he caught his breath. "Your body is amazing, angel. I could sit and please it for hours."

Justin let out a little moan. "Please do." He snickered tiredly. "Angel? I like the sound of that." He smiled lazily, kissing Jason's chest, letting his hands run over it.

"Me too. Very accurate." Jason snickered, letting his hand smooth over Justin's small back.

"Very cheesy." Justin laughed loudly and happily. He was satisfied in many ways. "Mm. I need to clean up. Shower for two?" He looked up to his man with the same tired, satisfied smile pulling at his lips. "Apparently today is a day of many firsts." He grinned.

"You don't even need to ask." Jason chuckled, and leaned down to claim Justin's lips with sweet, lazy, wet kisses. "You go warm up the water. I need to do something on my phone. I'll be with you in a minute baby." He mumbled, kissing him again with the plan from earlier back in his mind. He grinned.

"Okay." Justin smiled and then blushed. He looked to the underwear on the floor, but he wanted to give his man a show. He grabbed the wet towel on the bed and covered his pussy with it, but as he scurried to the bathroom giggling, his plump ass that he wiggled purposely was for Jason to see.

Jason laughed as his boy shut the door to the bathroom behind him, and reached for both of their phones. He went on Justin's, going straight to his contacts to avoid accidentally invading his privacy, but then swore in realization.

"Babe?" Jason called once the water had started.

"Uhuh?" His boy called back.

"What's your sisters name?"

He heard Justin's sweet laughter and smiled. "Rachel. Why?"

"No worries. Just wondering is all."

"Well okay. Hurry up! I'm horny again!" He giggled and Jason could tell he was a little embarrassed by his outburst.

"I'm comin' baby." He called back with a snicker.

With a grin on his face while thinking he was definitely the luckiest guy on Earth, he went straight to the contact 'Rachel' and programmed the number into his own phone. He then put the phones back to where they were previously and couldn't have made it any quicker to the shower.

Sure enough, his boy hadn't heard him and was facing the shower wall, his ass for Jason to see again. Jason peered in and saw Justin had one foot up on the side of the tub, and Jason was sure he was fingering himself. To confirm that, he was moaning softly, trying to be quiet while thinking of what had just occurred.




Justin's Secret Ch. 09



"You weren't kidding." Jason was teasing but his cock was growing hard again.

Justin's head snapped towards his boyfriend who he hadn't heard, and he immediately dropped his leg to the floor and his arm that was in use by his side. He was mortified. He also wasn't sure if he was ready for Jason to actually see his secret, he was just hoping he was.

Though, his embarrassment soon left him as Jason showed no signs of teasing. He just came behind him, happily finishing what he'd started himself with his fingers.

By the end of it as the pair cuddled and kissed under the soothing water, they were both desperate to say three words to each other. Justin had overcome his shyness of his secret around Jason, and that was a huge achievement, but both of them were too scared to say the words that were so obvious. They settled happily with naked cuddles and kisses in the bed, hoping that Jason's roommate wouldn't come back that night.