Chapter 34

Lance and Justin spent of the rest of their Christmas break at the dorm together. Justin would spend his mornings down at the gym shooting baskets with Lance sometimes joining him. The nights they would find something to do off campus cause the dorms and the campus would be so quiet they needed to get out.

Even though Justin told Lance he wasn't going to change his mind. That he loved him, and would continue to love him, Lance still kept his distance to some extent. the two of them still slept together in the same bed and kissed, but it didn't go past that.

New Year's Eve arrived, and Lance surprised Justin by taking him out to a fancy restaurant. Once they were back in their room, Lance pulled out something from his closet. He held it behind his back as he walked back towards the bed. Justin tried to peek around him, but Lance kept moving whatever he held in his hand. "Now, I got us a little something to celebrate New Year's with, but we have to be quiet because if Chris found out we would get in trouble. So you promise to behave?"

Justin moved to the edge of the bed reaching out and running a finger down Lance's chest. "I don't know about that."

Lance sighed. "Justin, baby, will you be good?"

Justin popped a shirt button open. "I'll be good. I promise, Lance."

Lance swatted Justin's hand away, as he brought a bottle out from behind his back. "Justin, stop that." Justin moved back on the bed sitting with his back against the wall. A pout quite visable on his face. Lance sighed as he poured them two glasses of the wine he had bought. "Baby, I'm sorry."

Justin continued to pout as he looked up at Lance. "What is it, Lance? Don't you want me? I mean all we have ever really done is kiss. You always stop us before we go any further."

Handing Justin a glass, Lance sat down next to him. "I still worry that one day you will figure out you don't want this."

Justin moved off the bed taking a sip of his wine. He placed it on the desk as he began to pace. After a few moments, he stopped facing Lance. "I give up. How can I make you see that I want you, only you, and I'm not going anywhere. I lost my mom for you. She will never speak to me again, and it was because I'm in love with you." Justin sat back on the bed. Reaching out, he touched Lance's cheek. "Lance, I love you. I want to be with you, but if you don't want to be with me then I give up." Justin dropped his hand and moved off the bed. He retrieved his wine glass draining it.

Lance sat silent watching Justin lay down on his own bed. It wasn't that he didn't want Justin. He just worried that maybe Justin's mom had been right. It was his fault that Justin had become gay. He heard Justin sigh, and he looked over at the clock. Thirty minutes until midnight, and here he was fighting with his boyfriend. "Justin," he whispered.

Justin moved onto his back with a sigh. "What?"

"Come over here, baby."

"No, Lance. I meant it. If you want me, you need to come over here. I'm comfortable now."

Lance took another sip of wine as he watched Justin across the room. He glanced at the clock one more time making up his mind.

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