Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2001 13:44:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Author James Subject: Adventures of a Real Dark Knight 47 Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent chapters, will have celebrities in it. I have no knowledge of their sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality. This is all from my own mind. Scary!! People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!! Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Studios. I don't know for sure if I will use all the above elements, but just in case, I have myself covered. In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life, you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this. I appreciate any feedback that you may want to give. This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with. Part of his background is mine. I do hope that you enjoy it!!! I have received many emails from people who have enjoyed it and some from those who do not. I would enjoy hearing from you. Any emails you send, please tell me what chapter and story you are commenting on. Thanks. jmsotc@yahoo.com I also have several online messenger services. If you want to chat with me in real time, email me and tell me the services you use and I will tell you my screen name. Chapter 47 Justin's Pain "She what?!" Lance and I both said in unison. Justin had just told us that Britney broke up with him. His heart was obviously devastated. It was understandable. He loved her. "Come sit down," I invited. "I'll get you something to drink." Lance went into the kitchen and I turned to Justin. His eyes were full of tears. His face looked so helpless and lost. I put my hand on his knee. He collapsed onto my shoulder, sobbing and crying. I moved my hands to his shoulders and a held him. It was all I could do. "I'm sorry, Eric," Justin said between sobs. "Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong." "Didn't I break your heart when that spell I was under was broken?" "Yes," I said. "But you weren't yourself when you and I were..." "But now I know what you felt like: the pain of being rejected, the abandonment that you felt. I can relate. I never had the chance to apologize. I never understood love before. Now I do...and it hurts to lose it." "I know. I know you hurt now. But you will heal." Part of me wanted to tell him he would find someone but it was too early for him to hear. At this time, he did not want someone. He wanted Britney. And he couldn't have her. "In time, you will be better." Lance came in with a glass of water for Justin. Justin took a sip and composed himself. "Want to talk about it?" Lance offered. "I guess." Justin sat back a bit. Lance grabbed a box of tissues and brought over to Justin. "It started a while ago. I could tell she was distancing herself from me. I would want to get close, to cuddle or something, and she would say stuff like 'I am too hot' or 'I have a headache' or 'I don't feel very good'. I should have seen them as signs that she wasn't interested in me. I don't know why she just didn't come out and say it." "Often times, people feel guilty for causing others pain," I offered. "She may have hoped you would lose interest and end up breaking it off. It's a way people don't feel so guilty. If they can get the other person to lose interest, there won't be as much pain." "And then when I would want to spend money on her, she would act all 'You don't have to spend money on me' or 'Let me pay for my own'. It was so weird. "I finally asked her what the deal was. She would say 'I don't want to talk about it'. It bothered me. Finally, just today, I asked her why she seemed so distant. She told me that she didn't love me anymore. I couldn't believe it. "I've been driving around all day wondering what went wrong in our love. I couldn't figure out if it was me or her." "It was neither of you, Justin. Sometimes these things happen. You may be 'in love' with someone but once the honeymoon period wears off, you are faced with the real person. That can either cause a person not to love them or fall deeper in love. If someone doesn't stay in love, that doesn't make either one a bad person. It just means they are not right for each other. "I know it doesn't help much. Nothing anyone can say or do can help. All it can take is time." "Do you want to stay here tonight?" Lance asked. "Yeah." "I'll go get the guest room ready," I said. I went upstairs and checked the guest bedroom to see if the sheets were okay. Sometimes if sheets are on a bed for a long time, they get the mothball smell. I needed to change them so I pulled them off and put them aside. Then I opened the closet door and found another set of sheets. When I closed the closet door and turned around, I saw Justin standing in front of the closed door. "Oh my goodness," I said jumping. "You startled me." "Sorry." "It's okay. Just give me some warning next time, would you?" "Sure." I laid the sheets on a rocking chair and pulled off the fitted sheet. As I began to fit it to the mattress, Justin stepped in to help. "You don't have to do that," I said. "It's the least I could do for you. After all you've done for me." "Well, Justin. I'm your therapist. Or was your therapist. And I'm definitely your friend. Friends do that for people." I fitted the bottom part of the sheet as Justin fitted the bottom part of his sheet. I turned and he was close to me. I could smell him. My mind went back to when he and I dated and we cuddled. I loved the smell of him then, and now it was stirring things inside me. I turned quickly and grabbed the blanket off the rocking chair. I couldn't let myself do anything more. I had the opportunity with David, but not only would it have been illegal, it would have been totally wrong. Wrong to take advantage of his sadness. And wrong to hurt Lance. This would have been an even greater wrong, or sin. Not only would I hurt the man I love, but also I would have done it with one of his best friends. I could never do that. I lay the blanket out on the sheet and then covered the pillows with new pillowcases. I grabbed the old sheets and turned. Justin was standing close to me. "Let me carry those for you," he said. "I'm quite capable, thanks," I replied. I smiled at him. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about what I was going through. "You need to let someone else help you, Eric. You are always on the defensive, always the giver. You never liked to receive. Even when you and I dated." "When you and I dated? I thought you completely forgot about that time frame." "I did. But some of it has come back. I remember..." Justin stepped closer. "I remember the look you used to give me. I felt the love flow from you, you know that? I remember your touch to my bare skin, and how it sent shivers up and down mine spine. I remember the feel of your lips on mine, your lips sucking my tongue. I remember what it felt like when we made love. It was...good." "Justin, stop. We can't do this. This is wrong." "What's so wrong about remembering the good?" "Nothings wrong when you remember good unless the good can cause someone else pain. I don't want to hurt Lance." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, whenever you talk about that, whenever you are close to me, I get bothered...stimulated...sexually. You are forbidden fruit to me. You are someone that I wanted at one time, someone that I had, and then I lost you. I found love with Lance. Lance is who I'm with now. I don't want to jeopardize that, even if it is with you. Do you understand?" "Totally," Justin said stepping back. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just, you know, reminiscing." "It's okay." I knew he wanted something more. I could smell his male pheromones. He was horny. And he longed for love. He knew at one time I loved him more than life. Part of him wanted to feel that again. I took the sheets down to the basement and threw them in a laundry basket. I noticed the laundry was building up some so I threw in a load. As I was going through our underwear, I came across a red g-string that belonged to Lance. I sure didn't wear them! "Hmm, I'm going to have to see him in these," I said out loud. I set the washer and went up to our bedroom. I stripped down to my boxers and pulled on my robe as Lance walked in. "I saw your g-string in the laundry. Why haven't I seen you in them?" "Don't worry. You will." "Good." "Is that all you want to see me in?" "No, there is a particular suit you have that I'm rather fond of. I love the cut and style of it." "You have my curiosity piqued. What suit would that be?" he asked moving over to me. "Your birthday suit." I planted a kiss on his lips. "Justin said 'goodnight'. He's in bed. Let's say that you and I go to bed." "But I'm not tired." "We could always burn some energy." "How? By doing sit-ups? You know the bounciness of the bed doesn't do very well for our backs if we do that." "Not sit-ups. I was thinking something much more pleasurable." "Oh, I know what you mean." Lance smiled at me. "Reading," I said rather coyly. The smile on Lance's face disappeared. "Don't worry, I'm teasing. I know what you want to do. I want to do it, too." I leaned into Lance and kissed him on the lips. Our kissing became intense and I felt his hand move to my robe. With a slight tug on the string, my robe opened up. I felt his hands on my chest and it thrilled me. I moved my hands up to his shirt and pulled the shirt off his shoulders. Then I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. We went right back to kissing. Lance's hands moved up to my shoulders and he pushed my robe off. It dropped to the floor. My kisses moved to his neck and then to his nipples. As I kissed and sucked them, my hands undid his shorts. They dropped to the ground revealing his bulging pair of boxers. He stepped out of them and I threw them toward the hamper. Lance pulled me up to my feet and kissed me some more. As we kissed I felt his hands move down my chest to my abdomen. As they probed my body, his fingers went into my waistband, followed by the rest of his hand. His fingers played over my genitals and the responded by stiffening up. Lance kind of smiled at this. I pulled back from Lance's mouth, but not out of his reach. Slowly I moved down his body. His hand, of course, came out of my underwear. I continued down and pulled his boxers off. He stepped out of them. I threw them over to the hamper and then looked back at what was staring at me. I enveloped his cock in my mouth and began to suck slowly, gently, feeling every bit of hit in my mouth. I loved pleasing Lance. I loved him. Lance moved backwards to the bed and sat down. I moved to my knees and continued my ministrations. His hands pulled my boxers off me and there we were, me naked and on my knees and Lance sitting on the bed naked and his dick in my mouth. What a sight we must have been! I stood up and pushed on Lance to lean back. He lay back on the bed and I crawled up onto him. Positioning myself just right, I sat down on him. I felt him penetrate me and waves of pleasure flowed over me, as well as over him. I worked my body at a slow pace so that we could enjoy each other's body. I leaned up and kissed him. Sex went on for a solid twenty minutes or so. We were careful not to be loud. We didn't want Justin to hear us making love, although it was difficult. I had worked Lance harder and harder and our breaths came out as soft moans. While I was riding Lance, he was stroking me. The pleasure had built up until it finally could not be contained. With a large exhale and muffles moan, we had both climaxed, Lance up in me and me on Lance's chest. "Oh my," someone whispered. We both turned to see Justin standing in the doorway. "Justin!" I said rather loudly. Justin turned and slammed the door. I turned back to Lance. "Beautiful," Lance said. "I know," I responded. I pulled myself off of Lance and he got up, pulling on a robe. I had to be careful so as not to drip Lance's cum all over the sheets or the floor. "Aren't you going to wash my cum off your chest first?" I asked. "I don't know how he would feel if you walk in and have a gob of cum running down your sexy chest." "Good point," Lance responded. He went into the bathroom and wiped it off. Then he came out and left the bedroom. While he was gone, I went in and cleaned myself out a bit, then went back into the bedroom and covered up in bed. Lance was gone for about ten minutes before he came back. "Is he okay?" I asked. "Yeah. He was just a bit startled by how erotic he found to men having sex was. He...just needs to cool off a bit." "He found us having sex erotic? For a straight guy, that's weird to hear." "Not so weird. Many straight guys have experimented sexually with their male friends when they are younger. It's not unnatural." "That's true." "But he's cool with it. He can understand now that it's about love, not just lust. Although..." "Although what?" "I do lust after you." I pulled Lance into bed and kissed him fully on the lips. "You are amazing." Lance smiled and we fell asleep kissing and holding each other. To Be Continued... What do you guys think about Justin and Britney breaking up? And how about the way Justin is reacting? Interesting, huh? More to come...but not much more as I'm closing out "Tales of a Real Dark Knight" in three more chapters. Should I keep things going after this is done or should this be it for our real dark knight? I'd love to hear from all of you reading this!