| Destiny - a predetermined course of events. It’s like someone sat down and mapped out your life before you were even born. What JC wanted to know who was the sick fuck that mapped out his life? He could picture it in his mind. He could see the little bald man sitting at a desk, looking at pictures of him. “You look musical. A singer maybe,” he said to the photo before jotting it down on his notepad, “Famous. You should be famous.” Oh, but that bastard wasn’t done. He was only getting started. “You’ll be gay,” he said excitedly, “but you’ll be in the closet. Better yet, you’ll be in love with a man who doesn’t even know what you are. You’ll be his best friend. Oh, oh, I just got a good one! You’ll spend half your fortune paying your ‘girlfriend’ to keep quiet about your secret. She won’t care about not getting any from you because she’ll be getting some action from someone else. Your best friend, the man you truly love.” “You left out the part about the best part,” JC reminded the false image in his mind. The bald man looked up, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Oh yes, the moment of truth. How could I have forgotten? You’ll finally come out to someone. Not to your love, you’re not ready for that, but to another friend. A friend who you know is like you. You tell him about your girlfriend and the feelings you have for another man, you don’t mention him by name. He’ll help you as much as he can. But not because he’s your friend but because he’s wanted to fuck you since the day he laid his eyes on you. He’ll take advantage of you." “Jace, are you okay?” JC gasped loudly when he felt Lance’s clammy hands on his shoulder; god, he’d completely zoned out. “I was thinking about something.” “Justin and Tiffany?” “No,” JC harshly replied, his body stiffening, “I don’t think about them. Never.” Lance sighed and pulled JC against his side, “I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you about them, but I thought you should know.” “Why? You know I don’t love her. She doesn’t have the right parts.” A tiny chuckle escaped Lance’s lips. “I know, but Justin does. I know, JC. I’m not stupid.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes, you do,” Lance whispered, his lips only inches away from JC’s ear, “you love Justin. He’s the man you’re always talking about, but he doesn’t love you, JC. He’s not gay; he doesn’t want your dick.” Closing his eyes, JC fought back tears. “I know.” The smile on Lance’s face was huge. Running his tongue over his lower lip, he silently planned all the things he would do to JC. “But I want your dick, JC. God, you don’t even know how badly I want you.” “No…” JC began, but Lance interrupted. With his hands already at the button of JC’s pants, Lance shook his head, “You want this; you just don’t know it yet.” Did he? He didn’t know. He wanted Justin’s hands to be all over his body, not Lance’s, but god, it did feel good. “I’ve never…” “I know,” Lance whispered, dropping to his knees, “you’ll like it.” And he did. He loved it. The feel of Lance’s hot lips on him, taking all of him into his mouth.It was extraordinary. For a moment, he wanted to thank that bald man for putting this part in the plan. That was until he heard Justin’s voice. “No fucking way,” Justin’s gasped, standing in the doorway. JC pulled away from Lance, his hands quickly moving to hide his erection, “Justin, it’s not what it looks like.” “Oh really? That’s good! Because it looked like Lance was giving you a fucking blowjob. Oh, let me guess, you’re dick was choking, and Lance was giving it the fucking Heimlich.” A huge smile plastered on his face, Lance casually wiped his mouth, “Licking was involved, but it was more like Heimsuckinghimdry.” “This isn’t funny,” Justin hollered. “I think it’s hilarious,” Lance smiled, “By the way, we’re gay.” “No fucking shit, asshole. I can’t believe you two were…not JC.” “Believe it," Lance shrugged. Justin didn’t even bother to comment; he simply took one final look at the scene before turning and walking away. JC didn’t even know Justin had left; he’d zoned out as soon as Lance had begun to talk. He was back with that sadistic bald man. “Your love will catch you in the process of getting the best damn blowjob. He’s disgusted with you. The funny thing is he’s not really disgusted, just jealous. But the sight of you with another man is too much for him. He’ll never forgive you…hey, this destiny stuff is fun.” The bald man rubbed his hands together and silently jotted down something in his notepad, the smile on his face grew large, "What disease do you want? Actually, it doesn’t matter. This is your destiny.” |
| Sadistic Bald Man |