Chapter Six

Justin groaned louder and gripped the headboard tighter as JC pushed into him one last time, and Justin’s leg slipped from his shoulder. “Okay, now that was really the last time.” Justin panted and JC nodded.

“Last time,” he agreed.

Since that first night, they had had sex seven more times in the past two days, proclaiming that each was the last. It seemed to be the predictable end to any argument that they had. Justin wanted to play another hip hop CD? Well, let’s just have sex instead. Can’t decide where to go for dinner? Time for sex, instead. Justin found himself provoking JC in hopes that they could find themselves having more sex.

Justin went in to take a shower, and when he came out, JC was inspecting the map. “At this rate, we should reach D.C. by nightfall.” JC informed him.

“Good. We’re running out of money and it’d be good to put all this behind us.” Justin said. JC couldn’t help but agree with that sentiment. Not only would he not have to worry about getting killed, but he also could get back to the normalcy of hating Justin instead of fucking him.

With that thought, JC decided that he needed some fresh air. “Hey, I’m going to get some ice. I’ll be back.” He grabbed the ice bucket and walked out of the motel room. He got the ice and was halfway up the stairs when a blonde head caught his eye. He looked again and then froze in fear. Lance and Wade were no more than forty feet away, knocking on doors.

Ducking his head, JC ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. He then ran to the window and peeked out. He turned around to see Justin looking at him in confusion. “Umm, JC, you want to tell me what’s wrong with you?”

JC just walked past him and started throwing things into their bags. “Make sure we’ve got everything. We’re leaving. Now.” He started walking towards the bathroom to make sure that everything was out of there, but Justin grabbed his arm.

“What the hell is going on?” Justin demanded.

JC wrenched his arm free. “They’re here. I saw Lance and Wade outside knocking on doors. We’ve got to get out of here before they find us.”

Those words were all Justin needed to hear. He hurriedly packed and two minutes later they were heading for the car. They were creeping downstairs when Lance spotted them.

“Run!” yelled Justin, and that’s exactly what they did. They jumped into the car and sped off down the highway. A couple of minutes later they noticed a black sedan coming after them. Just then shots were heard.

“Shit! They’re shooting at us!” JC informed Justin as they drove erratically through the streets. Unfortunately for them they were in the middle of rural North Carolina with no other cars in sight. JC realized that they could be killed on this street and no one would know.

Justin pushed harder on the gas, trying to make the old Chevy go as fast as it could. “JC, look in the side pocket of my black bag.” JC rummaged through the bag and pulled out a semi-automatic pistol.

“A gun! You mean, you’ve had a gun all this time and you never told me?”

“Well, you know now. Well, don’t just hold the damn thing! Shoot it!”

JC blanched. “I don’t know how to shoot a gun!”

Justin rolled his eyes. He grabbed JC’s hand and placed it on the steering wheel. “Okay, give me the gun.” JC happily handed it over to him. “Now switch with me. You can drive, can’t you?”

“Fuck you.” JC answered as they traded places. Justin started shooting out of the window, ducking when shots were fired out of the other car. “I can’t believe that my life is reading like the script for Lethal Weapon sixteen.” JC muttered.

Just then, Justin cackled in victory. “I just shot out two of their tires! They’ll be there for a while. Okay, the first thing we have to do is dump this car. It doesn’t look like we’ll be making it to D.C. tonight.”

They found a place to trade their car for a green Oldsmobile and 300 extra dollars, and checked into a motel near the Virginia border. They were barely in the door before Justin had JC backed up against the wall, tearing off his pants. When JC looked at him in confusion he explained by simply saying, “Adrenaline.” It was a good enough excuse for JC.

Pants were removed and JC was taken right against the wall, his legs wrapped around Justin’s waist. And as they came down from their orgasm, sweaty and covered in cum, JC looked at him and said, “Last time, right?”

Justin just entered him again and answered, “Shut up, JC.”

JC decided that that was the smartest thing that Justin had ever said.

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