I’m in a night club watching the ladies move about. One catches my eye but Joey moves in before me. Here I am. Saturday night. Drinking beers with JC and Lance in the rear of a boring club. So this is what fame has brought me.
JC pulls out some black pills and breaks them open on the table. He grabs a straw from Joey’s drink and sniffs the shit up. I stare at him, “What was that?”
He blinks a few times, “Let’s get out of here.”
I nod and we end up heading back to the hotel. Justin pouted and screams that JC and I get different rooms. JC then commented on how Justin and Chris should then have different rooms as well. JC won. I got to share the room with him after all.
In the room, he quickly falls on the bed. “Fuck! I forgot the get more from Joey.”
“What are they?” Damnit, I want to know. It’s hot. I take off my shirt and sit on top of the dresser facing the bed.
“Too many questions.” He gets off the bed and walks towards me. He sucks on my bottom lip. “I’ve got a question for you and I know you have the answer.”
I bite his neck, licking it lightly. “What?”
His arms curl around my waist, fingers sneaking past the brim of my jeans. “Where’s my girlfriend?”
I stop licking, touching him and sit straight up. He knows he hit a nerve. I pull away from him, “I thought we agreed…”
“We made no such agreement.”
“Must we talk about her?” I remembered Gennie. Twisting… crying… screaming… bleeding… I quickly push it from my mind. “I just want to fuck.”
JC walked away and lied on the bed. “Get out. Leave.”
“It’s my room.” I walk towards the bed.
“I don’t care. Get out.”
I sneak on the bed and straddle him. Lifting his shirt as I kiss my way up to his nipples. “I’m not leaving.” I reach into his pants while chewing on a nipple.
He pushed my head away and struggled to get me off him. “Get the fuck out! I’ll straight up kill you pussy boy.”
I lean down, sucking on his ear, “Fuck me.”
He struggles even more. Fighting, kicking, cursing, threatening. He reached for the phone but I ripped it from his hand and threw it at the mirror above the bed. It shatters. I pick up a blade of glass and slash across JC’s stomach. Not enough to hurt, just enough to bleed. The blood seeps through the wound quickly as his breathing increases.
He finally stopped fighting. Leans up and greets my lips with a kiss.
He fucking loves it.
Sex on a bed of glass. Blood… I lick his wound clean.
I love sex.