After that night, Lance tried to keep his mind off Justin, but that was nearly impossible. Josh and Justin had become close friends. Justin even had started working at the studio Josh did. Every night josh would tell him some story or another about Justin. Lance tried to keep avoiding the issue, but with Josh it was unavoidable. He kept suggesting places for Lance and Justin to meet. Set on getting Lance to sign Justin. Lance would keep finding excuses to not meet Justin. Meetings would mysteriously come up at the last minute. He would have to stay at the office late to finish some paperwork or another. Lance could tell Josh was losing patience with all the excuses. One night, Lance came home to dinner. He could smell the food as soon as he walked through the door. He threw his briefcase on the couch as he made his way to the kitchen. "Hey, dinner smells great. When do we eat?" Josh turned towards him after checking the food in the oven. "Soon. How was your day?" Lance sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter and propped his head on his hands. "Long, tiring, but productive." Josh reached into the oven and pulled out a pan. He placed it on the stove top and turned off the oven. "Well, dinner is about ready. Why don't you go upstairs and get comfortable, and I'll get it on the table." Lance nodded as he stood up. "Yeah. I think I will do that." He walked out to the living room and was about to walk up the stairs, when their was a knock on the door. He groaned as he looked towards the kitchen. "I'll get it. Probably a fucking salesman." Lance walked towards the door, and opened it slowly. He wasn't even really looking at who was standing on the other side. "Oh my God," a voice whispered. Lance looked up and his jaw dropped. Standing on his doorstep was the one person he wanted to avoid seeing ever again. "Shit. Justin." Lance ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He opened the door and stepped aside to let Justin in. "He doesn't know," Lance whispered as he watched Josh in the kitchen. "He will not know." Justin nodded his head unable to speak. It was at that moment that Josh came in from the kitchen. "Hey, maan. right on time. Dinner is on the table. All we need is some wine." "I'll go get it," Lance said walking towards the kitchen. He could hear the two men laughing and talking in the living room as he moved towards the basement. He opened the door, and flipped the light switch before making his way down the stairs. At the foot of the stairs, he slumped against the wall and lowered his head into his hands. Ever since that one night with Justin he has tried to forget him. He knew something had clicked that night for them. They had found a motel in the middle of nowhere and fucked. He did not do that. It had been months before he had slept with Josh, but he meets Justin and minutes later there in bed. The minute he had seen Justin on his doorstep it felt like he had been punched in his gut. Justin was still beautiful, and whatever had between them that night was still there now. Why did he have to come back into his life now? Things between him and Josh were almost back to normal, but now there was Justin. Lance didn't know how he would deal with the two men in his life. The man he loved and the man he wanted. continue menu