Road Killers

A scowling curly haired boy sulkily clambered from the backseat of the car letting his sneaker clad feet kick angrily at he gravel before slumping inside the almost derelict café.

"Come on Justin I'm not having you behave like a spoilt little brat" his mother ordered in a calm tone whilst squeezing into the booth next to her sons, trying unsuccessfully to stop them throwing the salt shakers around.

"Yeah well you knew I didn't wanna come but you still made me" he pouted, furrowing his brow in frustration as he tried to block out his little brother's tantrum induced screaming and his mother's incessant nagging.

"Well I'm sorry Justin but I just thought that it would be nice to take a family vacation" she hissed before grabbing the menu from the side of the table as her eldest son leant back into his seat and let the hustle and bustle surrounding him, blur into nothing. He closed his eyes and wished for the whole vacation to be over so he could just go back home and get on with his life. His mom had acted strangely around him ever since he told her he was gay. She didn't disown him, quite the opposite. She seemed to smother him with attention and this holiday was just another of her ways of proving that she still loved and supported him. It was nice of her Justin reasoned. She could've been a complete bitch about it, but sometimes she was just a little too much.

A rowdy shout suddenly made his eyes spring open to spot a gang of four guys trying to hit on the waitress. He sighed at the sight of them before letting his eyes settle on the blonde one who also seemed to be the leader. He was dressed in his work overalls that showed off his toned body perfectly. Justin smiled a little on the inside as he watched the stranger throw back his head and laugh heartily, amazingly it was infectious, and Justin resisted the urge to join in.

"Justin!" a shrill voice snapped him out from his trance and in anger he turned to stare at his mother.

"What?!" he cried irritably, rage dancing in his previously calm blue eyes. He desperately scanned the joint for the blonde boy before returning his unsuccessful eyes to his mother, feeling a little guilty at how he'd treated her for this whole vacation. He wanted to be nice to her but he could not control the hurtful words that always came racing out of his mouth.

"Are you gonna order anything honey?" she asked, recoiling a little, a bit taken aback at Justin's sudden outburst. "Why don't you do it? You do everything else for me!" he cried, shrugging off his mother's pleas for him to change his attitude before giving up and tending to her younger sons, complete with a weary sigh as her eldest stormed off to the bathroom, shoulders slumped and hands shoved deeply into his pockets.

The cold water felt refreshing to his flustered face as he scrubbed at the tearstains that were scattered across his cheeks like paint splattering, before running his wet hands through his mop of unruly curls. He stared at his reflection feeling quite satisfied at the boy who looked back jumping a little at the sight of another face in the mirror. He suddenly spun around to catch the smile of the grubby young blonde man he'd silently encountered a few minutes ago. On closer inspection Justin decided that his dirt covered overalls looked like they hadn't missed a day of work at all and his oily hands that got a quick run through of his spiky hair also proved his hard labor.

"Hey" he drawled in a deep voice that didn't seem to fit with the Texas surroundings.

"Hi" Justin choked back mesmerized by his piercing green eyes that stood out a mile from his disheveled appearance.

"Name's Lance" he said quite abruptly but that was accompanied by a lopsided grin and a friendly hand that Justin shook before subtly rubbing the transferred dirt down the side of his jeans.

"Justin" he introduced, shyly looking at his surroundings never noticing until the awkward meeting, that the sink was cracked and the floor was covered in water.

"So what ya doin' here?" he made small talk over his shoulder as he stepped up to the stall.

"Ah, just passin' through on a vacation." Lance let out a snort of laughter and turned round to face the younger boy, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Heh. Thought so. Ya don't look like a redneck!" he chuckled, looking Justin up and down, lingering at the six-pack that was just visible through his basketball shirt making Justin blush a little at the uncomfortable situation.

"Hm. So who ya traveling with?"

"Mah mom and my little brothers" he whispered, suddenly finding his shoelaces more interesting.

"That all?"

"Who else did ya expect?" Lance shrugged and smiled.

"I dunno. I suppose your girlfriend." Justin felt a blush creeping up his neck and quickly prayed for the subject to be over, memorizing every bit of Lance as he shuffled over the sink.

"Yeah well maybe if I had one then she'd be here" he answered back snappily making Lance wave up his hands in mock surrender. Justin smiled to let Lance know that he was kidding and unintentionally moving the topic of conversation on to why he was single.

"Yeah well I. I'm kinda not into girls," he stammered, not daring to look at Lance. He jumped as he felt a smooth hand on his face. Staring down at the shorter man he saw excitement in the unique green eyes.

"Good" he beamed, stroking the flushed cheek that his hand cupped.

"I knew I wanted you, the minute I saw you. And you want me."

"How-" Justin was cut short by the full lips on his mouth, wildly kissing him, causing him to stumble back a bit from the force of this young man. Justin smiled a little nervously and let his hand stroke Lance's thigh, tenderly moving up to his toned stomach. He smiled a little trying to ease the nervous feeling as he began unbuttoning Lance's scruffy overalls to expose his perfect chest that was barely covered by a greasy wife beater. Lance hurriedly slipped off his vest giving Justin his cue to get on his knees. He placed baby kisses over his chest and stomach, his tongue slipping into his sensitive navel, bringing on a slight, muffled giggle from Lance. Justin looked up at the man who must only have been but a few years older and looked deep into his eyes, wondering what was to happen next. Justin furrowed his brow in anticipation as Lance slowly ambled behind him, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him forcefully to his feet. Before Justin had a second to think, his jeans and boxer shorts were down at his ankles after being harshly tugged at. Lance swiftly pulled down his own underwear to his thighs and shoved his throbbing cock into Justin who let out a small yelp of pain, obviously indicating to Lance that this was his first time.

"Sshh it's ok" he soothed in his calming drawl, rubbing the boy's shoulders in a vague attempt to make him feel at ease. Justin exhaled noisily in a desperate attempt to calm himself. He'd never had the kind of relationship where you just had to have each other there and then, yet he was willing to give himself to someone he knew nothing about. He couldn't explain it. He just felt an instant connection towards the man, some might call it pure lust, but Justin felt he wanted to give it a chance to maybe become something more than that. Oh hell he didn't even know what he was doing. Justin silently scolded himself. "Stop rationalizing everything you pussy and just let it happen. You want this so just give in already!" Justin closed his eyes and let the older mans mouth have its wicked way with his neck, giving in to the many sensations he had from Lance's hands that stroked every inch of his body. Lance smiled when he heard an almost muffled groan escape Justin's lips as the boy threw his head back in bliss. He'd never in his wildest fantasy imagined his first time to be like this. It was better than he could ever have hoped for. It was hard to describe but Lance just seemed to know exactly what Justin would like. Every movement of his hands was perfect. It was something he'd never felt before. Sure he'd been touched in an intimate way but this was... it was different. So many thoughts spun through Justin's head at that moment he had difficulty thinking clearly. What the hell was he doing with a stranger? Why did he give in just like that? What if someone walked in? A sudden pain snapped him from his thoughts. Lance was pumping himself against the boy. Justin furrowed his brow. Sex wasn't supposed to hurt, was it?

"It might hurt a little the first time" Lance whispered, his lips close to Justin's ear, as if he had suddenly read his mind.

"It won't always be like this. Let me know if you want me to stop." Justin moaned a little, not hearing the last statement. The pain had seemed to subside and he could begin to enjoy the sensations. Justin placed his hands on his dick and began stroking it. He wanted to cum so bad but was suddenly pulled away from his pleasurable state of mind from the sudden release of the blonde stranger. Unconsciously and simultaneously both boys zipped up the pants and turned to face the new arrival that had just totally ruined the moment that Justin was beginning to enjoy. The excitement zapper was a dark haired man, a little shorter than Justin and quite a bit taller than Lance. The youngest of the trio looked back from Lance to the rookie, uncomfortably shifting on his feet, even as he relaxed upon seeing Lance's smile of obvious relief.

"JC! You fuck wit! You scared the crap outta me! Jesus you could've been the fucking cops for all I knew!" The man placed a reassuring hand on Justin's shoulder as JC grinned mischievously whilst flushing a little.

"Yeah well thank your lucky ass that I'm not a cop. Or a friggin’ homophobe for that matter. Heh. All's I came to say was that we're leavin'. So get your slow ass outside and quick. Chris is havin a fuckin' heart attack man!" Lance's shoulders shook with laughter at this image and strode quickly to the door. Briefly turning to Justin and giving him a small wave.

"Thanks man. See ya around maybe" and with that he disappeared, leaving Justin alone in the men's room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to him.

Still a little dazed from his confusing ordeal Justin made his way back to the table to join his family.

"There you are! I was gonna send out a search party for ya hon!" she smiled in a lame attempt to lighten his mood, obviously wanting to put Justin's hurtful comments behind her.

"Heh. Yeah well, there was a queue" he joked a little, causing his mother to laugh out loud, mostly due to relief at his better mood. Justin scanned the small café for any signs of Lance or his dark haired friend, sighing in disappointment, which was misinterpreted by Lynn. After all, how could she possibly know what had just gone on?

"I'm sorry honey, they didn't have any bacon, but that's ok for you isn't it?" she smiled gently, referring to the stack of pancakes on his plate. Justin stared down at his breakfast, only just realizing it was there.

"Huh?"

"Maybe we can stop off somewhere else later. I'm sure we can find somewhere a little better than this!" she said, leaning in to whisper to him. Justin shook his head, suddenly snapping back to reality.

"Oh no mom, these are fine!" he feigned enthusiasm as he picked up his fork and forced the revolting food into his mouth, trying to smile through the sour taste and the hurt that he was just beginning to feel. Everything with Lance had happened so quickly, Justin struggled to find a place to put his feelings. Lance had made him feel like such a whore in such a short space of time. The way he had taken off so quickly like that was an obvious indicator to Justin that he just simply wasn't good enough and that had hurt more than anything.

"Aw Justy, can we gooooo!?" whined a small voice belonging to Steven. "You're slow!" he cried, fidgeting in his chair, itching to get away.

"Huh?"

"You've been playing around with your food for a half hour Justin. You're in a funny mood today!" his mom admonished, giving him a bemused smile as she picked up her youngest son.

"If we wanna get to the hotel before dark we better make tracks. We've got a long ways to go yet!" Justin happily left his breakfast, departing with a slam of his fork and patted his back pocket checking for his wallet.

"Ok mom. I'm good to go!" he half smiled, trying to ignore the fact that he felt like crap. Skulking out to the car, reminiscent of his entrance to the small café, he took one last look around just incase Lance had had a change of heart and came back to find him. Nothing. Not even a look-a-like to get his hopes up and to make his heart jump up into his mouth and to make his stomach lurch in a fit of nervousness. Sighing he threw himself into the small space of the backseat and rested his head against the window, making an effort not to show his returned bad mood. He had just wanted to forget today had ever happened, and with a bit of luck find someone back home to start a relationship. Someone that was worth at least half of what he was feeling now during any shaky patches that could occur.

Justin jerked his eyes open as he felt the car screech to a halt. The deep slumber had strangely left him more tired than before. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he juddered his head around, frantically searching his new surroundings.

"What the? Mom!" he yelled, looking around the car to see only emptiness. He looked out of the window expecting to see his family piling in to a gas station but upon seeing a female figure lying lifeless in the middle of the road all his senses failed him. He wanted to open his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He lost all coordination to unlock the door and even if he had been successful he wouldn't be able to get to her on account of his legs failing him. It was as if they'd suddenly turned to jelly the second he clapped eyes on his mother. He knew it was her. The woman in the road had the same bottle blonde hair and was wearing the same jeans and plain T-shirt she had been, but squinting his eyes at the body he saw red splattering on the white v-neck. All color faded from his face as if someone had pulled the plug and it was draining away. She was dead. He knew it. Tears stung at his as he continued to stare out of the window even though everything began to blur into one.

"Mom. Mommy" he repeated over and over, ignoring the tears that cascaded out onto his cheeks as he fought every urge to throw up.

The slam of a car door startled him and he turned around in a hazy blur to see a mock of blonde hair accompanied by three brunettes. He tried to gather himself together to question what was happening but all that came out was a choked sob.

"Mom. Mommy" mocked a voice, repeating Justin's grievous cries.

"Don't ya get it bitch? She's dead?!" laughed the cold voice that Justin instantly recognized. He stared in a blur as four figures clambered into the car. Two of whom he'd never, in his life, seen before.

"Lance?" he whimpered, rubbing at his eyes to squeeze the last of the tears. He choked on his fear as the two strangers sat either side of him, preventing him from escaping.

"The one and only!"

"What's going on? My mom... she's..."

"She's dead Justin."

"How." The next three words were to haunt Justin for the rest of his life.

"I killed her." Justin flew at the blonde man behind the steering wheel only to feel strong arms hold him back. He was obviously being pinned by more than one person, and that mixed in with the grief made him lose all of his fight as he let his body go limp, resting against the biggest of the brunettes. "Very good Justin. I was expecting that little outburst so I bought along a few buddies. You remember JC right? Of course ya do. Now you can say hello to Chris and Joey. It's easy to know who's who. If you ever feel a hand on your ass, that'll be Joey. He's a feeler that one" Lance laughed. His laughter was cold and full of spite. Justin didn't understand it, he had been so nice when they'd first met and Justin couldn't believe that someone could change so dramatically.

"Where's Steven and--"

"Your brothers are fine" Lance stated fiercely.

"What the fuck have you done to them you bastard?!"

"Such language"

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Justin yelled at the top of his lungs backing down as the young man turned to face him, his eyes dancing with murder and blood splattered on his wicked face.

"Burning in hell with your mother" he spat out with a voice that could only be described as pure evil. Justin screamed with what was left of his energy surprising himself when more tears sprang from his eyes after he was sure he had cried enough in his lifetime.

"NO! You bastard! How could you! What did we do to you!?"

"You, Justin are the cause of your family's death. You flirted with me, you fucked me, and you didn't run after me. If you had, maybe we could've been happy. Everyone comes after me. If they don't they certainly regret it. Do you regret it Justin?" Justin didn't answer. Upon those words he had passed clean out into a dreamless sleep, maybe it was best to escape from the immense guilt and grief that was to follow him for the rest of his life.

A stinging slap to his face slowly awoke Justin. The pain didn't stop even during his protests to show he was awake. His eyes gazed up to see the owner of the beating was of course Lance. Justin should've guessed.

"Get up" he demanded.

"Huh?" Justin was dazed after everything that had happened and it took a little while for him to gather his thoughts and to remember all what had happened to him, to remember how his family were gone forever. He cursed himself for forgetting such a thing and silently prayed that he was destined to go through more pain than his family had gone through.