| All five men sat around the TV while some comedy played. Justin and JC each sat in a chair, while Chris sat on the couch. Joey and Lance were to his side. Chris was the only thing between Joey and JC and he could tell this. No one could have missed the angry glares they were throwing at each other. Soon, Chris couldn't take it anymore. "I give up. What the Hell is going on between you two?" Chris stood up to face the other four group members. "Lance and I..." Lance jumped to his feet. "I knew everyone would find out." "Come on, he was going to find out sooner or later. I mean, the rest already know." "Joey, he doesn't want you to tell everyone that you fucked him!" JC stood up in Joey's face. "You fucked Lance?" Chris stared at the red Lance who stood with wide eyes staring at JC. "I didn't fuck him. I made love to him." "Fine, you made love to Lance?" "Yes, I did do that." "You fucked him, you fucking liar!" JC pointed a slender finger in Joey's face. "You fucked him and I heard the fucking screams. I tried to block it out, thinking you were with some other guy." "You still think I raped him, don't you?" "Please, don't say that word." Lance let out a tiny voice before slipping onto the couch. "You want to know the truth?" Joey nodded. "Yes, I do think you raped him." "Please..." Lance covered his face. "Jace, yelling at me won't change your past." JC stopped to stare at the man in front of him. "This has nothing to do with that." "It has everything to do with that." JC sat down on the couch next to Lance and looked towards the ground. "This is different, though. That man just wanted to hurt you. I love him." JC turned over to Lance. "I'm so sorry. I just don't want you to be hurt. I know how much life can hurt, and it's not fair. You're so sweet. It shouldn't happen to you." "I didn't know you were gay, Jace." Joey sat down and put an arm around the younger man. "I'm not." JC let tears flow which only made Lance feel worse. He had never seen any of the others cry and it made him feel weak. They were supposed to be strong. "I was 15 and I had a friend who was 19. I thought he was just a friend, but one night he wanted more. I said no. I kept telling him I didn't like him that way, but he did it anyways. Not a very romantic first time, huh?" "No, I suppose not." Lance had never seen a man cry so hugged him, hoping it would help in some way or another. "Don't worry about me, though. Joey doesn't want to hurt me." JC held onto the boy whose arms were around his chest. He held on so tight it looked like he was going to choke Lance. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, not you." "It won't." |
| Loving you; Poor JC |