Chapter VII

"You're a fucking liar, that's what you are!" Justin shouted, his face screwed up as Jayce wiped a hand over his hair.

Nothing had changed. It was supposed to be different, and it wasn't. The week before, Jayce had made a hollow promise of slowing down, of making room for Justin. You'll be first, he guaranteed but the commitment had ended up broken as Jayce came home at six in the morning, his eyes weary with work. Justin finally put his foot down.

"I don't get how you can fucking do that! I don't have to deal with this shit. And you fucking promised," he sighed, the fight draining him as he slumped against a wall. Jayce just stared at his boots and his silence was unnerving. "Fucking say something," Justin whispered harshly.

Jayce looked up and took a deep breath, his lips pursed. "Fuck you."

Justin swallowed his shock as best he could.

"Fuck you, Justin. I have... I have a job to do and you can't fucking accept that. All you do is bitch to me about how I'm not spending enough time with you, how I never have--"

"Bullshit! I never even talk to you because you're too damn busy! How would I be able to bitch if you're never there, asshole?"

Jayce shook his head, running a hand quick through his hair. "Justin, I've got responsibilities! Unlike some, I have to handle my business. I can't just have everything handed to me on some platter. You're fucking lucky like that! Some people can't just grin and get their bills paid! I can't spend every waking second with you--"

"I'm not asking you to!" he interrupted, frustrated. "I--"

"Can you let me finish?" Justin was silenced and Jayce breathed. "Look, Justin, I have priorities, some more important than others. Some even more important than you."

Justin couldn't help it. Couldn't help the tears that stung his eyes because that hurt. Because Jayce wasn't supposed to talk to him like that, talk about him like that. Never mind the fact that Jayce was going back on his word now...

"Fuck me, then. Fuck me for getting in your way," Justin muttered, narrowed eyes regarding Jayce as the older man didn't respond.

He turned briskly, stalking out of the apartment, slamming the door as hard as he could, his throat tight and he tried to swallow the lump, one place shining in his mind.

- - - -

Angelo's town house was pretty small, bigger than Justin's apartment, but still. The living room darkened as the Italian closed the blinds. Justin just swallowed and took the offered pipe and the lighter.

The blonde hadn't wanted to confide in the other man as to why he had showed up at his door at six in the morning but Angelo hadn't prodded and had even offered to loosen the young man up.

Now, with the couch firm underneath him, Justin lit up, Angelo watching with interested eyes as he pulled out a vial from his pocket, smiling as Justin's eyes strayed to the object.

Justin nodded towards it, licking his dry lips and Angelo stuck his fingers in it, pulling out a couple bright pills. Justin raised his eyebrows, not quite sure what the hell it was. But when Angelo opened his mouth and dropped the tablets onto his tongue, closing his mouth as he smiled, Justin wasn't in the mood to care.

"X. It's fucking boss." Angelo leaned close, a little too close as the other's nose brushed against his. Justin cleared his throat and pushed back into the loveseat, bringing the pipe back up and flicking the lighter as an excuse. "You should try it," Angelo finished as he blinked slowly, his lips curving into a smile.

Justin closed his eyes and took another drag, his gut tightening as he coughed and he couldn't let go of a feeling, this feeling. He didn't know what was causing it and he didn't know where to start trying to figure out why.

"Hey," Angelo whispered loudly, his eyes opening lazily and Justin turned slightly, his eyes too opening, the world taking a second or two to follow.

"Hm?" he answered, realizing Angelo was just inches away.

The other man smirked and dark lashes fluttered quickly, black clouded by shine. "Where's Jayce?"

Justin tensed and took too deep of a hit quickly, choking slightly and the brunette by his side patted on his back.

"Busy?" he chuckled as his hand stopped in the middle of the blonde's back, sweeping up in a carress. "Doesn't he ever get a day off?" Angelo groaned and leaned forward, a hand sly as it landed on Justin's knee. Blue eyes never left the light palm. "I mean," Angelo continued, "you are his boyfriend. Do you have any space in his schedule?"

Justin swallowed and laid down the glass cylinder down with trembling hands. "What are you tryna pull?" he asked, a little harsh but the Italian just laughed, his hand warm as it slipped up Justin's thigh. The blonde's eyes slid to it before catching the other man's.

"What--"

"You want this," he spoke lowly, pushing himself closer, Justin's body rigid beside his.

"Stop," Justin pleaded softly, closing his eyes as Angelo's hands were soft against his chest, pushing up his shirt. He bit his lip from moaning when a thumb circled his nipple.

But he didn't want this... Not from Angelo, anyway.

"No, Angelo." With his hands square on the other's shoulders, he pushed as hard as he could but his body felt like mush, unresponsive and Angelo grunted before leaning forward, his mouth smashing against Justin's.

The kiss was more of a bother than anything else, Justin trying as hard as he could to keep his mouth closed, Angelo's lips rough.

And as Justin's fight continued, his hands trying their best to hurt the other, Angelo's determination soared and his hand fisted into Justin's t-shirt, wide blue eyes regarding it with fear.

"Ang--"

"Sh," Angelo whispered hoarsely, harshly as nails bit into Justin's chest, the young man cringing against the hands. "Shut up," he muttered when Justin yelped, his body writhing.

He was trying to sober up, but all the thinking and the moving was giving him a headache and there were tears stinging his eyes again.

There was a sloppy kiss on his neck and Justin lurched away, his teeth clenched as Angelo glared at him through hooded eyes. A rough hand tightened around his neck and another slid into Justin's pants, the blonde wriggling away.

"Don't fucking..." Justin breathed and clamped his eyes when Angelo nipped hard at his neck, the pain nonexistent compared to the careless hands gripping at his cock, the wet mouth following the trail of those hands.

"Shit," Justin cursed as his pants slid to his knees and Angelo was looking at him like a piece of meat. "Get the fuck off me," he growled and even though the room blurred for a second he reached down to grab his pants, his other hand pushing as much as he could at the brunette's chest. But Angelo stopped him, his eyes hard as he wrapped a tight hand around the other's wrist.

"J, you need this." A warm palm slipped over his soft cock and his eyes shut immediately. "Jayce doesn't give it to you, and you're feening," the other man whispered, his hands sliding over Justin's thighs lightly.

No, he didn't want this...

Angelo smirked and sat up, mouthing Justin through the thin material of his boxers. Justin's head fell back to the couch.

But wait! his thoughts rang and Justin's eyes shot open, trying to ignore the feeling. He couldn't do this.

"Angelo--"

"God dammit!" Angelo yelled, eyes narrowed and cold as he climbed up, his movements erratic and too quick. Justin tried to scramble away, the other's weight slowing him down. "Obviously you're still fucking in it for Jayce," Angelo's hands were fast as they tried to rip off Justin's shirt, the material stretched tight as he did, a forearm heavy on his chest to keep him there. Justin whimpered, a knee pressed against his crotch roughly. "Well fuck him for right now, alright?"

Justin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the prying fingers, pushing away with his body until it was an all out wrestle, Justin's body hard as it struggled to slip out of Angelo's handle.

Then, as if it was a fog light through a thick haze, realization dawned and Justin raised his knee, hitting him in the stomach. Angelo gave up then, his face strained with a grimace and Justin pushed him off with a shove, his mind slow as he scrambled up. As he dashed towards the front he turned back then looked to his chest, his shirt having been discarded and the raised puffy skin from Angelo's assault. He felt his chest tighten and closed his eyes as he ran out of the building and straight to Jayce.

- - - -

But Jayce was busy, said the bodyguard outside the young man's office. Justin recognized him as Andrew and sighed.

"Look, it'll just be real quick, I just... I just need to talk to him for a second," he spoke quickly, the urge to cry rising. All he wanted to do was talk to Jayce and escape the overwhelming feeling of Angelo.

The big man shook his head, crossing his arms in attempt to look stronger. "He's not here--"

"He's right there!" Justin pointed to the rippled opaque glass at the blur of Jayce. He was right there.

The other man sighed and licked his lips. "Justin, this is some serious shit right now, he can't--"

"Just ask him, alright? If he says no, he says no. Please, just ask him," Justin pleaded, ready to get on his knees, the thought of Jayce ignoring him pushing the lump in his throat higher.

His hand shook beside his leg while Andrew checked, his head poked in the office and Justin watched Jayce's form intently, wanting just a signal.

Jayce turned, pale cream replaced the black of his hair and Justin couldn't see his eyes clearly but they knew they were on him and his heart started to beat faster.

Though, when Andrew came back and shook his head and Jayce was still looking at him, Justin couldn't help the shake of his lips nor the tears, hot as they fell.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what--"

"Fuck it," Justin spoke hushed, his body tense as he turned to leave, injury burned into his chest. "Fuck it," he repeated against the tears, not bothering to wipe them away.

Then, on a deep whim, he turned and ran up to the glass, banging loudly before sticking a narrow middle finger up, biting his trembling lip.

Soon, he was wrapped in Andrew's arms and he cooperated, letting himself be lead away from the office where Jayce just stared.

"Don't take it personal, he has people on his--"

"I don't care," Justin grumbled, looking away from the man holding his elbow. He just wanted to leave.

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