Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2003 02:22:12 -0400
From: Swimfan_777@yahoo.com
Subject: Model me part 8

Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The
sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written
to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic
material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable
with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else,
enjoy the show....



	Justin blinked his big blue eyes a few times clearing the sleep
from them. He moved a little in bed but something didn't feel right. He
looked over at the empty pillow next to him and sat up, the sheet falling
down his bare torso to his lap.

	"Craig?" he said looking around the small dark bedroom.

He got up from the mattress on the floor pulling on his boxers at he walked
to the closed bedroom door. He pulled it open and followed the dim light
that left streaks of white and yellow along the hallway walls. He padded
softly into the living room where he found Craig sitting on the floor on
top of the paint splattered white sheets.

Craig's back was turned to Justin but he could make out the silhouette of
the man from the small amount of light filtering in the glass doors that
led out onto the balcony. Justin walked closer to him but stopped just to
his side.

"Hey," he said sitting down next to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Craig said looking down at his lap. "I just couldn't sleep."

Justin placed his hand on the man's chin and turned his face towards him.

"Are you sure?"

Craig nodded still not meeting Justin's eyes.

Justin leaned back looking at the man intently. He just didn't seem like
the same guy he had just been in bed with, what he guessed just a few hours
ago.

"I'm okay Justin," Craig said felling his eyes boring into his slightly
clammy skin.

"Okay. Do you want to go back to bed?"

"Yeah I'll be there in a second," he said giving Justin the weakest smile
he had ever seen.

"Okay," Justin said. Before standing he placed a small kiss on Craig's
cheek.

When Craig heard the familiar creek in the middle of the hallway floor he
pulled a piece of paper from underneath his leg. He looked at it and read
it again, almost as if for the first time. He sighed and wondered why
things always had to be so complicated in his life all the time. As soon as
something was going right someone, usually himself, would mess things
up. This time it didn't seem to be his fault though. He hadn't left the
letter pouring out his soul to himself, Chad had.



***

	JC opened his eyes but immediately clamped them shut again when the
sunlight attacked his fragile cornea. He rubbed his eyes and moaned a
bit. His head had never pounded so hard before in his life. He finally
fought through the pain and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the
bed. As he stumbled to the bathroom his temples pounded in some unknown
harmony to his footsteps. When the warm water of the shower hit his face he
thought he had died and gone to heaven. By the end of the shower and after
popping a few pills of what he assumed was aspirin or maybe it was valium,
he wasn't quite sure, he almost felt human again. As he dried his hair and
looked at himself in the mirror he tried to recall the night before. All he
could really remember was a lot of laughing and a whole lot of drinking. He
threw the towel to the floor and slipped into a pair of white boxers and a
white long sleeved shirt. He bounded down the stairs like he had always
done from a kid but came to a complete skidding halt when he reached the
kitchen.

Wade was standing over the stove swaying his hips to his own music and
humming along with the unknown tune. As JC watched him the night before
came back in a flood of memories. Nothing seemed to be in order; just bits
and pieces of the encounter flew through his brain. Suddenly he felt sick.

"Hey," Wade said looking over his shoulder. "I was going to wake you up
with breakfast in bed."

He turned off the stove and scraped the contents of the pan onto a plate.

"What's wrong?" Wade asked. "Don't like eggs?"

JC needed to sit down before he fainted or worse just killed over. He
stumbled to a bar stool at the counter and fell into it. As his head was
spinning he could feel the acid in his stomach churning and bubbling. His
mouth suddenly went dry and he closed his eyes to center himself.

"You don't look so good," Wade said walking over to him. He placed a hand
on his back.

Suddenly all of the strength came back to JC's muscles and he pulled away
jumping up out of the chair. The stool tipped over and clattered to the
polished tile floor.

Wade stepped back and looked at him questioningly tilting his head to one
side like a confused puppy.

"Umm," JC said trying to find the words he wanted to say.

"Are you hungry?" Wade asked.

It was as though the scene in front of him hadn't even happened. He bent
down and picked the stool up placing it where it had been and walked
towards the plate of food, which he carried to the kitchen table.

"No I'm not," JC said. He walked to the refrigerator more because he
couldn't think of anything better to do then actually getting something out
of it. He decided on apple juice after standing there for quite some
time. He could feel Wade looking at him curiously again. He turned around
not even glancing at the man and walked out of the wood and green tiled
kitchen that suddenly seemed quite small.

Wade followed him. "You sure you're okay? You drank a lot last night."

"I'm fine," JC said a little louder then he had intended to.

"Jesus I was just asking a question. You look like shit."

JC turned around, "I'm really not in the mood right now okay?"

"In the mood for what? Me to be concerned about you? Sorry to inconvenience
you."

JC shook his head and started up the stairs.

"So I'm guessing you don't want breakfast," Wade called after him.

His only answer was a door slamming shut upstairs.



***

	As they ate breakfast at the small sidewalk café Justin couldn't
help but stare at Craig intently.

	"What?" Craig asked looking up from his full plate. They had been
sitting there with their food for a good 20 minutes and neither one of them
had eaten much.

"Nothing," Justin said shaking his head, letting his eyes fall to his own
plate.

Craig sighed and pushed his plate away from himself.

"You know in a week we're going to start recording again," Justin said eyes
still downcast.

"I know you already told me," he said watching a little boy walk by with
what he thought was the cutest puppy he had ever seen in his life.

"Okay. Well I was thinking you know since we're going to all be staying
together in the house while we're recording that maybe...I don't know..."
he said pushing his fruit around on his plate.

Craig turned his attention from the street back to Justin.

"Maybe what?" he asked giving Justin's hand a squeeze but then releasing it
quickly.

"Well maybe we could take some kind of trip."

"Like to where?"

He shrugged, "An island somewhere where we can just be together without
work or friends or anything. Somewhere we can just be ourselves," he said
finally meeting Craig's eyes. Justin smiled brightly when he did because
Craig's eyes had that familiar sparkle followed by the 1000-watt smile he
seemed to be so good at.

"I'd love to Justin."

"Really? You don't have to work or anything?"

"I only had two shoots this week and I can get someone to cover for me."

"Really?" he said almost not believing him.

"Yes really," Craig said hitting his shoulder.

"Okay, come on," Justin said standing up.

"What?"

"We have to go make arrangements," he said throwing a wad of bills onto the
table.

"Right now?"

"Yeah I want to leave tomorrow morning."

"Alright," Craig said, "How much money did you leave anyway? Did you even
count this?"

"It's enough," Justin said waving his hand dismissively.



***

	As Craig drove them back to Justin's house he couldn't help but
smile. He glanced over at Justin repeatedly as he talked animatedly on the
phone to his travel agent. Apparently his agent was out of town but he
seemed to be getting along well with her assistant. Craig put the
Lamborghini into park when they rolled to a smooth stop in front of
Justin's house. He turned and looked at him as he finished the
conversation.

"Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at nine," Justin said flipping his
phone closed.

"Okay," Craig said smiling, "And where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"But I already know we're going somewhere."

"Yes, but not where."

"I don't like surprises Justin."

"Yes you do," he said kissing his lips.

"Okay I do. But still I need to know what to pack."

"Pack warm, really warm," he said leaning closer. "Maybe nothing at all."

Craig laughed, "So we're going to hell?"

"No, better service then hell," Justin said smiling.

"Fine I guess I'll have to trust you."

"Good," Justin said kissing his lips again. "I'm glad we're going away for
a while."

"Me too."

"Recording's going to be really busy but we'll still have time together
okay?"

Craig nodded.

Justin kissed him again placing his hand on the back of Craig's neck,
holding their mouths together in a hot wet embrace that seemed to last for
just a few short minutes.

"I love you," Craig whispered.

"I love you too," Justin said stroking the man's cheek with his finger.

They kissed again a little more urgent this time. Justin let his hand slip
down from Craig's face, to the man's chest, and on to the bulge in his
pants.

Craig jumped a little and broke the kiss when Justin touched him.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked, face slightly flushed.

"I just have some things to do today and if we get going, I don't know if
I'll ever get out of here."

"What do you have to do that's more important then me?" Justin asked
kissing Craig's neck.

"Well I have to go return the car."

"Do you want me to follow you?" Justin asked taking the sensitive skin
softly between his teeth.

Craig let out a little moan and pulled farther away from him.

"No I'm good baby."

"How are you getting back?"

"I'll have someone drop me off."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I have some other stuff to do anyway."

"Okay," Justin said pouting.

"Hey don't give me that look," Craig said kissing his lips softly.

Justin nodded and smiled, "So go run your errands, pack, and then come
right back here?"

"Yep, that's the plan."

"I like that plan."

"Me too," Craig said kissing him again. "Now get out. I have to take this
thing back before they want you as reparations."

"Yes sir," he said kissing him. "I love you. Drive safe."

"I love you too," he said letting the man kiss him again.



***

"So how long are you going to be gone?" Jeremy asked pushing himself up to
a more comfortable sitting position in his hospital bed.

Craig almost winced at the look of the older man's slim arms pushing up his
frail body. They looked almost like they would snap underneath the
pressure.

"Umm," Craig said turning his attention back to the white roses he was
arranging. "I'm not sure. Definitely before next week though."

Jeremy nodded, "Why do you have to fly to L.A. anyway?"

"For a job. I already told you that."

"Why L.A.?"

Craig sighed and turned to face the man. He leaned back on the dresser
squeezing the edge with his hands until his tan knuckles turned white.

"I know you don't like me traveling and everything but it's a really good
opportunity alright?"

"Sure. No one said you couldn't go, you're a grown man."

"Thank you for finally noticing," he said.

Craig let his eyes fall from the frail man in front of him to the white
tiled floor.

"I'm sorry," he said so softly that when Jeremy didn't respond right away
he thought the beeps of the heart monitor had drowned out his words.

"Don't be," Jeremy said matching Craig's tone. "Come here."

Craig walked to the bed and stood their eyes still downcast.

Jeremy took his hand gently and pulled him down to the bed where Craig
rested his head on the man's delicate chest.

"I know that I'm overprotective of you sometimes," Jeremy said running his
thin fingers through Craig's dark curls, "but it's only because I love you
so much Craig. I always will no matter what."

"Don't say that," Craig said his voice wavering a little.

"We've never really talked about it but we both know it's going to happen
soon. I just want you to know that I have never been happier then when I
was with you okay?"

Craig held onto the man tighter, tears falling from his eyes and making
dark blue spots on Jeremy's pale pajamas.

"Never Craig. You're like my angel. Without you I would have," Jeremy
paused kissing Craig's forehead and blinking back the tears that stung his
eyes, "I would have died a long time ago."

"Stop!" Craig said looking up at the man, his eyes pleading with him. "I
don't want to talk about this anymore. You're not going to die."

As the words poured out of his mouth Craig knew how childish he sounded,
how stupid it was for him to say that let alone want to believe it so
badly.

Jeremy looked down at their hands clasped together tightly. His were so
pale and Craig's so tan and strong.

"I love you," Jeremy said softly. "Just know that I love you."

Craig nodded and kissed the man lightly on the lips, linger for a second to
feel the warmth that radiated off of them.

"I love you too," he said resting his head on the man's chest again.



***

Justin opened the door and walked inside.

"Jayce?" he called throwing his keys on the entryway table.

There was no answer but the feeling of not being alone in the huge house
washed over Justin as he walked down the hallway. He reached the stairs
before he heard voices. They were mumbled but he recognized one to be
JC's. He started climbing the stairs slowly, yawning a bit. His mind
wondered to thoughts of Craig and himself curled up on the couch, a nice
fire blazing in the fireplace.

His mind snapped back to reality when he heard a loud crash and then the
shattering of glass. He took the last few stairs two at a time. As he
turned the corner something knocked into his chest throwing him on the wood
floor. His breath caught in his throat as his lungs burned contracting
rapidly to try and absorb oxygen. Tears flooded his eyes and his vision
blurred.

"Are you okay?" Wade asked picking himself up off of the floor.

Justin just nodded, still not able to speak but breathing a bit easier.

Wade reached out a hand and Justin took it gratefully.

"I uh, didn't see you there," Wade said wiping his cheeks.

Justin blinked a few times, finally realizing that the tears running down
Wade's cheeks weren't a funhouse mirror affect from his blurry eyes.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked quickly. "Is JC okay?" His eyes slid from Wade
to the open door he had just stormed out of.

"I don't know. I have to go," Wade said pushing past Justin and bounding
down the stairs.

"Jayce?" Justin asked walking into the room. He gasped when he saw the
display in front of him.

JC looked up at him but there was no recognition in his eyes. He wasn't
looking at Justin he was looking through him.

"Joshua what's wrong? What happened?" Justin asked walking towards him.

"Stop!" JC screamed holding his hands up.

Justin did so, in mid step.

JC let his hands fall to his side, one of which was covered in blood.

Justin took a deep breath trying to think rationally. He walked into the
bathroom and got some clean towels and a wet washcloth.

When he walked back into the room JC's head was hanging down and he was
staring at the floor, or his lap, it was kind of hard to tell.

After taking a few steps towards him to test the waters Justin boldly took
the man's hand and started to clean off the blood. The wound must have hurt
like hell but JC's expression never changed.

"You're going to need stitches," Justin said quietly.

JC said nothing and didn't move an inch.

"Please tell me what happened Jayce," Justin said sitting down next to him
and applying pressure to his hand.

JC shook his head.

"Okay how did you hurt your hand?"

JC looked up finally but not to meet Justin's eyes. He looked past the man
to the mirror over the dresser. There were thick pieces of glass all
over. The part of the mirror that hadn't shattered had a web of long cracks
along it. Looking into the mirror, Justin shuddered at how the cracks split
JC's face in half. It was unnatural, just like his friend was acting right
now.

"Okay so you broke the mirror with your hand?"

JC nodded his head.

"Yo Jayce, I'm all one for 20 questions but this really isn't the time
okay?"

"I hit him," JC said quietly, his voice cracking as if he hadn't used it
for a long time or maybe like he had been straining it a lot lately.

"Wade?"

JC nodded.

"Why?"

"He was saying things. Things that weren't true."

"Like what?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said standing. He faced Justin with the
white towel that was now almost completely covered in blood around his
hand.

"We need to get you to the hospital," Justin said. "You can explain in the
car."



***

Justin sat in the waiting room to the ER almost in a daze. A few minutes
earlier JC had been ushered into a private exam room to have stitches and
anything else they deemed necessary done to him. Justin slumped farther
into his chair as if that would help him sort out the vague story JC had
finally spilt on the ride over.

Since sitting down wasn't helping he stood and started to pace. No one in
the crowded room seemed to notice his impatient behavior. They actually
didn't seem to know who he was or even care for that matter.

"Excuse me?" Justin said to the nurse behind the ER desk.

"Yes?"

"My friend is getting some stitches done in exam room five I think. Can you
have someone page me when he's done, I'm going to go take a walk."

"No problem sir," she said jotting something down on a tablet. "And your
name?"

"Oh, Tim-" he said pausing for a second. "-othy."



***

Justin walked slowly through the hospital thinking. From what JC said he
and Wade had gotten into some kind of argument where Wade called him
something or said something and JC hit him. JC apparently was so mad that
he hit him he hit the mirror and it shattered cutting his hand. Justin
sighed and shook his head. This scenario JC had painted was way to third
grade for him or Wade. Both of them were the "lover not a fighter" type of
guy. Something was being left out something extremely important.

Justin took a deep breath as he walked outside. The fresh air felt good to
his weary brain. He was the kind of person that thought about things
endlessly until the problem was solved or he had at least thought that he
had done his best. He figured working with Wade next week would be quite
interesting, as would living under the same roof as him.

He took another breath but this one wasn't as clean. He hated people who
smoked, to him it was such a dirty habit. He turned to go back inside when
the smoker at hand caught his eye.

"Craig?" Justin asked, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing here?



To be continued...



**Sorry about the lag on the updates, school just started and I've been
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