Part 9

It was Justin's birthday and he hadn't stopped smiling all day. Chris had gotten the car and the guys had taken him out to breakfast. Then later in the day he was given a surprise party, which was attended by almost everyone on his floor, and he had been given an abundance of presents. But none of those things was better than where Justin was currently at, which was watching the Lakers, so close to the court that he could see the scuff marks. And the best thing about it was that he was sitting next to Josh.

He had practically screamed himself hoarse by the time the game ended, and now they were heading back to Josh's room. Josh smiled fondly at the beaming boy. "So, I take it you had fun, huh?"

"Fun? I had more than just fun!" Justin shouted excitedly, waving around the Kobe and Shaq autographed towels. He threw his arms around Josh and pressed his face to his neck. "Josh, just in case I forget, I want to thank you. This has been the greatest birthday I've ever had."

Josh pressed a kiss to Justin's temple. "Well, it's not over yet. I have one more surprise for you." Justin pulled back, his eyes wide and bright, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Josh opened the door and Justin gasped.

There, in the middle of the bed was…a guy.

Justin had to admit that he was a beautiful man. He had blonde hair and he was lying out like a feast to be devoured, his long sculpted body on display. Justin turned to Josh confused. "What is this?" he asked.

"Well, you told me that you wanted to top, so I got someone that you could do that to. You can do anything you want to him, actually."

Justin's mouth flattened into a grim line. "Can I see you outside please? Excuse us, whoever you are." he muttered, pulling Josh out into the hallway.

Josh looked at Justin in confusion. This was not going the way that he had planned. Instead of the joy and excitement he expected to see on his face, all he saw was…was that anger?

"What the hell is that?" Justin asked, and Josh decided that yeah, that was anger.

"That was me trying to give you what you wanted." Josh hissed back.

Justin rolled his eyes in exasperation. "So, you got me a person? What the hell were you thinking? What were you going to do, watch?" When he saw Josh's small nod, he threw up his hands. "God, Josh! How could you just whore me out to someone like that? To some rentboy!"

"He's not a rentboy, he's a sophomore." Josh defended. "You said you wanted more control, so there. I'm giving it to you."

"In the form of someone else!" Justin cried out. He took a breath to calm himself and then continued. "I don't want to have sex with anyone else but you! For me it's not a control thing. It's about me wanting to make you feel the way that you make me feel. It's about trust. But you just won't let yourself go!"

"I told you that that's not me." Josh growled. "I don't bottom for anyone. Any other time, as soon as someone started to want a piece of me, I'd kick them to the curb. But with you, I tried to compromise. But that's not good enough, is it? I'm not going to be anybody's bitch. If you want that, go to Lance. If you haven't already."

Justin's eyes narrowed. "I don't know which part of that to curse you out for first. First of all, why the hell are you bringing up Lance? He's my friend. And since he's my friend I should've listened to him when he warned me about you."

"Warned you about me?" Josh screeched, but Justin went on as if he hadn't spoke.

"Yes, warned me about you. That you were nothing but a selfish, manipulative, opportunist whore who would use me for all I had and then walk away. Which brings me to part number two. If you're afraid of being my bitch if you let go, does that mean that I'm yours? Because I'll let you know that I'm nobody's bitch. Not yours, not Lance, and certainly not that random guy in your room, and speaking of him, how the hell did you find him? Is he one of your former conquests?" The smirk on Josh's face said all. "My God, he is, isn't he? Shit, Josh, you fucker, not only do get me some whore for my birthday, but one you've already broken in? You could've at least gotten me an original guy. But I guess that's impossible since you've pretty much fucked your way through Olmwood."

Josh's eyes widened at Justin's words, then narrowed. "Maybe I have fucked my way through Olmwood," he began coldly, "but at least I wasn't dumb enough to think that I fucked my way into a relationship. For your information, Justin, you are my bitch. You have been since that day at the club, when all I had to do was look at you and you were ready to spread your legs for me. You're not special. There's been scores of guys before you, and they'll be plenty ready to take your place. Now, if you're not going to use the guy in there, at least one of us should fuck him."

Josh's evil words broke something inside of Justin. He fought back the tears burning the back of his eyelids, and looked at his feet. "Go ahead and have fun with him. I hope that you have as much fun with him as you did with me. Have a nice life, Josh." With that, he walked off.

Josh wanted to call out to him, to apologize for all those horrible things he said, to tell Justin that he didn't mean them, and that he only wanted to hurt him the way Justin had hurt him. But he didn't. Instead he just walked into his room and took off his clothes, burying himself in the other man to forget.

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