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Just My Size	By : EmeraldGrey Category: M through R > Queer As Folk Views: 4695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Just My Size
- 2-2a
- 3-2b
- 4-2c
- 2
- 3
- 4
Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author, and not by any independent body.
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JUST MY SIZE CHAPTER 2 PART 2
The bright red large hand print on the boy's lightly tanned skin shone like a beacon on the older man's grey soul and Max had to fight down the nausea of the memories seeing it there invoked.
Standing there and swallowing heavily, looking up Max closed his eyes against the pain he now knew he'd have to share with the young boy, and it would hurt a hell of a lot more than just that slap Jaden had just received.
Looking over at Justin he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Thumbing through it, he took out a couple of 50.00's and told the stunned blond boy to, "Go grab us some grub. Get whatever you boys want. I need to have a 'little chat' with Jaden about some things that are that are very personal."
But, Jaden was having none of it and neither was Justin as they both spoke,
"Uh huh, NO WAY am I leaving him here alone with you!" Justin spat.
"No WAY! Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to Justin too!" Jaden sneered.
Shoving the crisp green bills back into his front pants pocket, Max sighed heavily again, as he ran his long slender fingers through his short greying dark blond hair.
His bright blue eyes filled with a look that neither boy could understand as he again motioned them to sit back down.
Only this time, Justin took Jaden�s small hand in his and threaded their slender fingers tightly together, determined to be there for his new friend, no matter what the outcome this 'little chat' brought.
"Jaden, as your lawyer, and your's too Justin, you have every right to fire me. But, Jaden, as not only the executor of your 3 wills, but as your legal guardian and only living kin, you're going to have a bitch of a time getting rid of me."
Max waited, closed his eyes and then stared hard at the younger boy.
Jaden sat shell shocked as everything the older man had just told him slowly washed across his confused mind, fragmenting and started spinning slowly out of control.
"No. But, that can't possibly be true. No. She wouldn't, dare of lied to me, not momma. No. But, momma had said her momma had told her the, I mean her older brother had,...um, died?"
Max calmly answered, "That was what he our loving homophobic father wanted them all to think."
Taking a deep breath he said, "When I was but 13, I was caught in the fields with an older man. We were making love. My father almost killed my lover, and then he sent me away to live with some distant relatives of his, unknown to my mother. Their last name was Harding. My father let them adopt me. He just signed me over to them like an animal. He then took my clothes and threw them into the large pond out by our ranch. But before he did all of this, he had forced me to write a suicide note, and leave it on my pillow. I was never allowed to say goodbye to my mother or hug my younger sister goodbye. It took me years, but, as soon as I'd heard that my father had died, I was determined to find my little sister. I did. Little by little I eased my way back into her life. It hurt me deeply that she didn't even recognise me, but, she had been so young at the time of my so called death. Your father Carl had been a good man to her Jaden, and I quickly became good friends with both of your parents. And when you were born, and they asked me to be your godfather, I was over the moon. My only regret was that I didn't get to spend as much time with you then as I'd have liked to. When she decided to marry Cole Parkins, I gave her the best advice I could, without tipping my hand. But, she still wanted you to have a family.
It had been my idea to buy you Blu. I'm SO sorry son, but yes, that's another secret. Blu was from me. For you. Turning 13 is a milestone in any young boy's life. And, oh God Jaden, when, when she told me about her illness, and she all but begged me to keep you safe from harm, I broke down and told her the truth. At first she was hurt and very angry. But then, she forgave me, and we became closer than I'd ever hoped we could."
Walking over to the now sobbing young boy, Max reached inside his pants pocket and this time held out the thin room key card, and the money again to Justin. Wordlessly, Justin got to his feet, took what Max was offering, and bent down and hugged Jaden tightly, kissing him on his cheek gently before he quietly left the room.
Max gathered Jaden into his arms and just held him. Both of them now crying for all of the missed days, and weeks and months and years they could of had as uncle and nephew, as a real family, if only Max had been stronger.
When Justin returned to the room about an hour later, he almost dropped the big bags of Chinese food he was struggling with as he blinked, and then blinked again, wondering if he was seeing things.
There sat his tough as nails friend, perched on his uncle Max's lap obviously as content as a house cat, and giggling like a schoolgirl.
Jaden, noticed Justin about the same time his sensitive nose smelled the delicious foods.
Bouncing up off of Max's knees he almost bowled Justin over in his wild enthusiasm as he loudly squealed,
"Justin! Guess what!"
Justin snickered lightly and said just as wildly, "I dunno! WHAT?!"
"Not only is uncle Max gonna stay our lawyer, but he had agreed to be our agent as well!" Jaden sing sang, beaming now at the smiling older man, watching him proudly as he sipped at a bottle of water.
"Well boys," Said Max, sitting down his now empty bottle of water, "If this is truly what you both wish to do for the next five years, I really can't stop you. But, we can make it hard as hell for Mortin to use you to only his advantage. As I was looking through your contracts I noticed something. A self promotion clause was inside the regular contractual clause. This could be a big break for you, and I know just the man to help us pull this together."
Before they could ask who, he had said,
"He's a friend of mine, an old College roommate and buddy, and now he's an advertising genius! Hell, he even has his very own company too! I want to run some things by him first, but, as far as I see it, you have a lot of rope in this thing. We're talking not only the movie deals, but a say in the way those movies are being filmed, as well as merchandising, tours, things like that. I've no doubt that Titan had been counting on the fact that you're both more than a bit green in this business, and he was gonna use you as his new cash cows. I had looked up Jr. and had seen his stocks were good. But, as far as Sr. here, in the US his are not so hot right now, due to he fact that some studios had called for a boycott of his movies because of some rumors he deals in unsavory sexual deviant practices over seas. Last year, he was even snubbed at the GAVN Awards."
At those words, both boys exchanged a knowing look.
Not skipping a beat, Max said, " I also noticed that he had a clause for an over seas contract for you both to sign as well. If my sources are true, then I have figured out just why this is."
Looking hard at Jaden and Justin he said, "In the past, some boys and girls all over age 18 have come up missing, right after signing up with Titan Sr. They then turn up months later saying they are fine, and have decided to live abroad. They then sell off all of their worldly possessions and just disappear. Some of them, their families haven't heard from them in years now. The rumors are, that Titan has a B. team of porn players, and that the most disgusting porn is being made on some remote Island. He claims the rumors are false, and that the name, Titan Island Productions was someone else and NOT him. He claimed that he only showed USA quality gay, bi and het porn, but nothing too racy, at least not the shit that had been suggested. He even has fancy candy-assed lawyers to sue the crap out of anyone that begs to differ too."
Both boys swallowed hard now, and felt dizzy. They didn't want to end up like poor Christan Lewis! Babbling at the same time they said,
"It's true."
"Oh god is it!"
Max had suspected as much, but had wanted the boys to be honest not only with him, but with themselves too.
Seeing their uneasy glances at each other, he smiled and said, "Thank you for being truthful. The way I see this? It's a blessing in disguise."
At their perplexed look he laughed.
"It will be okay. I will quickly redo this contract, I will even have an entertainment lawyer help me with it. Between us, this will be a very exclusive five year business deal. When I get done with it, Mortin Titan won't know what hit him. He wants you both and that is to our advantage."
Smiling at both boys he said, "Let's eat, and by the time Borne gets back, it will be time to return you two to Titan's lair."
As the three men ate, Max explained to them both how he would rush file their emancipation papers for them. And, based on Jaden's and Justin's circumstances, one being an orphan, the other homeless, and thrown out of his only home, not once but twice, he didn't foresee any problems, but, he needed for them to become California residents as soon as possible.
Once the court agreed with the paperwork, in the eyes of the law, they would then be considered adults.
And, until this was final, they had to stall Titan, or he could make their contract null and void if they signed with the company as underage.
There could even be repercussions for their deceptiveness as well.
Also, the more Mortin wanted them, and the longer they held him off, the better and sweeter their negotiations chip would become.
He then asked the boys if they could stomach two more weeks of the man's wine and dine dance, and both boys assured him they could.
Max then took out a pad and pen from his briefcase, and as both boys told him honestly what they would or would not be willing to do he took long notes.
Before they knew it, their two hours were up, signalled by a knock on the door.
After Borne and Max drove away, Jaden and Justin felt a bit apprehensive at meeting with Mortin alone. They decided to go straight to their suite instead. With Max's help, they had come up with a good stall plan.
At the sharp rap on their door, they knew it was time to implement it.
On cue, Justin started crying softly, and Jaden started yelling.
Mortin, who was standing on the other side of the door became anxious, and his knocking increased as he yelled, "BOY'S! What in the Sam HELL is going on in there? Open this door, NOW!"
Jaden walked over to the door and slung it open declaring, "I can't work with this little pussy bitch Morty! Every time I try and touch him, he cries like a little sissy!"
Mortin looked over at Justin who was sitting forelornly on Jaden's bed, with the saddest puppy dog expression on his little face, and tears streaming.
Mortin Titan had a soft spot for an underdog, and right now, that was what Justin Taylor reminded him of. A sad little puppy dog.
Justin stood up and threw himself into the shocked older man's arms sobbing, "I just can't! I'm scared! I've, never, I mean� I, um... I thought we could, you know, maybe practice, ah like he'd suggested, but, when he, I mean, when we, OH! I'm Sooooooo embarrassed!"
His face blushed a sweet rose hue as Justin stuttered, looking pleadingly up into the older man's concerned face.
Mortin drew his bushy white brows together as he looked down at the scared young man.
"But, Justin, you're what? 21? You mean to tell me, you've never had sex yet?" The older man asked shocked as the younger boy nodded his blond head shyly.
Training his bright blue eyes on Mortin he near whispered, "I was, um, I was scared that if you knew that, you wouldn't want to sign me, and I really, REALLY want this contract Morty. If I, um, could have a bit more time, say, er, two more weeks? I know I'll be ready then, cause I'll um, practice and everything! I promise, please?"
He sweetly pleaded, biting on his plump pink bottom lip and blinking his long sandy lashes at the older man in an innocent yet flirtatious way.
Jaden had to turn around and adjust his half hard cock first, before he blew the whole scam sky high.
'Damn Justin for looking so fuckin' hot! And Soooo adorable!' He thought.
Turning back around, he snorted loudly, "Well, I'll be dammed if I'm the one to do it! He seems like the sort to fall in love with his *first* and I don't want anything like that right now, so, I'm NOT fuckin' him, I won't do it, I won't be his first!. I agree with him though, you really should give him a couple of more weeks to get used to this whole 'porno' thing. I mean, if me and him are gonna be shaggin' like bloody bunnies, I at least want to enjoy it, without worrying about him pickin' out a fuckin' china pattern behind my back!"
Mortin glared at the garbled dialect and mixed verbage of the pint sized upstart as he coolly said, "Perhaps Jaden, it would be best if you moved to another suite then?"
At Justin's little gasp, Jaden's gaze clashed with Justin's as he took in the stark terror of the other boy.
But, fighting back his own fears, Jaden just as coolly replied, "Now, Morty, that's not really necessary, I mean, that just might make it worse, don'tcha think? I mean, geeze, Look at him, he's plum terrified at the thought of being alone!"
Justin didn't have to make believe that feeling at all. He was terrified of being all alone, and Jaden KNEW this.
It was one of the other many things they shared. Although now, with the discovery of Max, Jaden wasn't as bad off as he once was. As bad off as Justin still was.
He'd lost his mother, his little sister, Brian, and all of the Liberty Avenue gang, even his father, so the thought of sleeping alone scared Justin badly.
Plus, if Justin had a room to himself, Karena would just even try harder to get into his bed.
It was only when Jaden was there in bed with him, that she didn't try at all.
Justin suspected she was more afraid of Jaden than of himself. But still, there was just something creepy in the way she was always staring at him, and he knew she was up to something, problem was, he had no clue what that something was.
Justin grasp the older man's perfectly manicured finger tips as he pleaded, "NO! Um, please, I really don't want him to do that! Look, ah, Morty, I'll try harder, okay?"
Suddenly Justin dropped Mortin's hands, then he walked briskly over to Jaden.
The other boy had no warning as Justin grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, crushing his soft lips hard against Jaden's equally tender ones.
Pressing their bodies tightly together, so close that their dicks grinded deliciously against each other, he ran his hands up and down Jaden's back, coming to finally rest on the high firm round curves of Jaden's perfect ass.
Jaden's darkening blue eyes crossed for a moment, then went comically wide, and then a soft moan was heard.
Mortin snorted when he realized it was Jaden and not Justin that had moaned.
"Okay, Justin, I'll give you your two more weeks, but after that, those contracts MUST be signed, so we can get to work! I have BIG plans for you boys, and I don't want to delay them much longer. Two weeks!" He declared, before he strode out the door. Pausing at the threshold he smirked at both boys but his words were directed to his shy violet, as he said, "And Justin, for the record, that was a nice kiss, a good grope too. Next time, I expect to see a lot more tongue though. Think porno kiss."
After the door shut, Jaden was panting heavily as he pushed Justin far away from himself saying,
"Okay, just what in the FUCK was that all about?"
Justin blushed. he really had no idea as to why he'd attacked Jaden's lips like that. Nor why he had all but felt the other boy up as he'd kissed him so deeply.
He thought that maybe it was the threat of not being able to room with him any more, and being left vulnerable to the evil twat Karena that had spurred on this level of desperation?
Or, was it the fact that, no matter how hard he tried, his attraction for Jaden grew with each and every moment he spent in the other boy's fascinating company?
Or, maybe it was the fact that Jaden's impromptu hurtful words spoken earlier for Mortin's benefit, had struck a raw cord inside of himself?
Because, If he were to pick out a china pattern, he had always hoped it would be with only one man, but that man didn't want him any longer. His future looked bleak and china-less.
Wordlessly, Justin turned and walked slowly into his own room, leaving a very confused Jaden, who watched him go, as he gently touched his swollen lips, and willed down his raging 10 inch erection...
Falling face down on his soft bed, the tears that came to Justin were real this time, not put on.
And, moments later, when he felt the bed slightly dip, and a small soft hand slowly stroke his face, running long slim fingers through his hair, sighing, Justin leaned further into the touch, needing it so much he thought he'd die from the wanting of it.
His earlier dream of Brian had left him feeling needy and Jaden's words, while made in a manner to get Mortin to back off, had instead left Justin feeling vulnerable, and lonely, and unwanted.
He was left wondering what if Brian never wanted to see him again? Knowing for a fact, the older man just as much had said so earlier on the phone, how could Justin know he meant it?
He decided to bite the bullet and just call him. Looking up at Jaden he asked sweetly, "If I promise NOT to bust it, may I please use your phone?"
Jaden smiled just as plastic of a sweet smile as he said, "sure Luv. But, you break it, I'll bust your balls. My phone has all of my important numbers on it."
Tweeking Justin's button nose so much like his own, Jaden got up and went to get the phone.
When he returned, Justin was quickly reaching out for the red bit of plastic like a life line, as he greedily punched in the numbers that were forever engraved on his soul.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Jaden just watched him carefully, ready to jump in if Kinney upset his friend again.
Liberty Diner, 10:30pm Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The annoying ringing of his cell, wasn't enough to take Brian Kinney's eyes off of the lush tightly worn jean clad bottom of the hott new blond teen bus boy, Calvin Kline.
Mentally rolling his eyes, Brian had to suppress a chuckle.
Honest to god, that was the kids name. Brian had checked him out.
Debbie had taken to calling the brat CK.
In Brian's eyes, the kid was a brat with a capital 'B' because earlier, after hearing and finding out first hand of Justin's betrayal, Brian had quickly returned to the diner, determined to forget him.
Setting back down with the boys, Brian pointedly had ignored their inquisitive stares and indignant glares at being so rudely ignored. Even Debbie was giving him the cold shoulder, and had yet to offer him a cup of coffee or take his order.
Looking around at his current sorry assed crop of prospects for his evenings entertainment, Brian found himself quietly contemplating, 'Already had him, too short, too skinny, cock too small, EW! I wouldn't fuck that guy with Schmidt's cock!'
But then, Brian's predatory sights had settled on the 'fresh meat' in the diner.
"Hello there Goldilocks! Cum to the big bad wolf!" Brian had muttered hotly under his breath, drinking in the sexy new waiter, Calvin Kline.
After the boy had taken his order, first blushing and stammering through the entire menu because Brian had discovered two deep dimples that winked at him with every syllable the boy uttered. So, he wanted him to utter every line of the menu he already knew by heart.
So with a perverse pleasure, and much eye rolling from his three companions, Brian had flirted mercilessly with the kid.
And, when he saw his chance to make his move, Brian had tried to get the kid to let him fuck him in the bathroom, but the kid had turned him down, flat. Even when he had cupped that firm little bubble ass, which of course had been a HUGE fuckin' mistake, as the kid had then promptly bitch slapped him silly.
HIM! Brian fuckin' Kinney! Stud of Liberty Avenue, had been slapped and then been told 'no thank you' in a most polite southern drawl.
In all of his years of fucking, he'd NEVER been told 'no.' Nor had anyone but his old man, ever had the balls to really hit him, let alone slap him. This kid intrigued him like no other ever had.
And, when Brian had still persisted? The cheeky little fuck had glared his bright lavender aqua blue eyes at him, and had quick as a flash, upended Brian's order all over his newest Armani!
Debbie had laughed so fuckin' hard, tray a flying, she had literally fallen down on her big ass, and a large plastic to-go bowl of coleslaw had popped it's lid mid-air, flipped, and had landed on her head sideways, dripping the sticky green goo down on top of her red wig!
Mikey and Emmett had laughed at that and at Brian's predicament so hard they had fallen out of the booth, and Ted, well Ted had almost (pity that he didn't) choked to death on his coke, as it blew out of his pretty little mouth and new button nose, splattering Brian's already dirty designer suit, and his bruised and tattered ego.
The rest of the diner had become deathly quiet, seeming to have been holding it's collective breath as the only sound that was heard was a very pissed off Texas boy as he yelled, "Mister? Just what in the FUCK is y�all's problem? I think I told you no, when you first tried to pick me up. And then, I think I nicely said 'no' when you all but corralled me at the door of the bathroom. But, when you think YOU can just maul my person, well, I just don't take too kindly to that sir. So, since your supper is now in your lap, I think it's time for you to just git."
And, after that little outburst, now no matter how hard he tried, he just could NOT get CK to even look his way.
Brian had excused himself, and had tried his best to wipe off most of the stains from his clothing, then had returned to the table, determined to figure out just what made that little Texas time bomb tick.
The others had soon left, with his promises to meet them later, ringing in their ears.
The blaring of his stupid fucking phone reminded him yet again, that he had promised to meet the boys at Babylon later this evening.
Thinking it was Mikey, he flipped it open, his eyes still trained on CK's yummy looking bubble, as he snarked, "KINNEY!"
At the little breathy hesitation, Brian knew in a heartbeat, just who it was on the other end.
So many emotions slammed into him as he stared at the phone. Happiness, fear, Anger, sadness, regret, jealousy, too many entangling emotions, pesky things he'd said goodbye to, long ago.
His slight snort caused his latest prey to finally turn, rainbow colored hand towel in mid motion as he had been carefully polishing one of the small counter stool tops. Looking around, his unique eyes narrowed slightly on Brian as he arched a dark blond brow.
Telling his past to, "Hold on", Brian looked slyly over at his possible present as he lightly licked his lips, and stared seductively at the younger boy.
As the boy blushed prettily and shifted uncomfortably, Brian felt a perverse stream of pleasure flow to his cock, as he noted CK 's apron tent slightly yet impressively in the front.
If he played this just right, Brian could get rid of Justin and all of the sorrow he represented, and he just might be able to get into CK's tightie whities.
He hadn't been properly laid since Justin had left, what with the searching, and the worrying, and then work on top of that? Brian had been making due with a lone blow job here and there, no time for anything else. And, after the BITCH of a day he'd had, Brian needed some tail badly!
Ever since some old College chum had decided he needed a favor or two, or three or four, Marty Ryder had kept Brian hopping on his toes like a fucking Ballerina since he had gotten the phone call earlier today.
Brian was fed up, and horny as hell and he was in some dire need for a good hot tight young ass to plow. 'Said ass in front of him would do just nicely thank you very much.' Brian thought as he lazily kept eye contact with the timid gazelle-like creature in front of him.
Calvin Kline was a small, slender, pretty boy.
With his long dark blond lashed wide anime lavender aqua blue eyes, such an unusual color Brian had never seen before.
They really were quite beautiful. Brian loved the way the boy looked down his slim aquiline nose at him, and the two deep dimples on each side of CK's heart shaped face, were very distracting whenever the boy spoke. Although he was a bit on the skinny side, he had a cute boy-next door quality about him and a toothpaste smile, and a very, very nice ass.
Not really Brian's usual type, but there was just something about the kid, that screamed, 'Please, fuck me!' And, come hell or high water, by tonight, Brian intended to do exactly that.
Pushing his phone on hold, Brian motioned the boy over.
Patting the seat gently next to him, he forced his eyes to become teary as he said, "Please, Calvin. This is my boyfriend, um, I mean my X on the phone. He's, and he, he's with another guy." Brian all but whispered sadly.
As the boy softly gasp and his small hand shot out to gently pat awkwardly at Brian's arm, Brian's inner demon cheered, 'And the Emmy goes to?'
Worriedly looking up at CK, Brian said, "I really am sorry, about how I acted ah earlier, I guess it was just the grief, and all. Look, let me get him off the phone, and, say, your shift's about over right?"
As the boy nodded his dark blond head shyly, Brian pressed, "I know you don't know me, and I know Deb and the guys have said some stuff,"
CK interrupted him to say, "Well, Miss Debbie had said you were a pig, and a slut. And Miss Emmy had said, "You were one to avoid at all costs least I ended up like some guy named Justin?"
As he said this his little nose had wrinkled up so adorably, it had reminded Brian OF Justin, and he had to bite his inner cheek hard to keep from crying for real at the thought of his baby.
His little blond blue-eyed angel somewhere with another blond angel, committing acts, unspeakable acts of...something.
He just knew they were fucking! How in the HELL could anyone be alone with Justin Taylor and NOT want to fuck him senseless? That boy was born to be fucked and to fuck!
Brian scooted over as CK sat cautiously down beside him. "Calvin," Brian slowly asked, "I know you just blew into town and all, and you probably don't even have a place to stay yet, so I was wondering, since I now need a roommate, would you be interested in filling the position?"
Brian almost laughed out loud as his suggestive play on words made the younger boy blush brightly, as he mumbled, "Um, Miss Debbie said, I could live with her an her brother, Mick."
"It's Vic," Brian smoothly interrupted, as he gave the boy his most caring yet sensual smile.
"And, CK do you really want to be around your boss 24/7 hun?"
Brian watched as the boy lowered his head and slightly shuddered.
'AH HA! GOTCHA!' Brian inwardly cheered alongside his sex demon. His cock perked up at the thought of more than just a stupid hand job tonight.
"I just need for you to do me this one tiny favor though, okay? I'll even pay you for it."
As the boy's eyes flare and spark a deep purple and blue fire of anger, Brian quickly defuses it by holding out his hands saying, "Woah! Steady on Lone Ranger! I meant, I need someone to put my X in his place, so he will stop calling me. It hurts so badly, and I'm even finding it hard to concentrate at work. I'm serious! I'll pay you 500.00 dollars, if you can convince Justin that you and I are an item. Please Calvin, I'm desperate here! After he called this last time, I almost wanted to drive my Jeep off of a bridge!" Brian cried softly, knowing sadly that it really wasn't too far from the truth.
Calvin worried his berry red full bottom lip between his upper teeth as he weighed the older man's words.
While he really loved Debbie, the older woman was a bit over the top. 'Face it! he scolded himself. She's a huge freak!' Yeah but, if it wasn't for her and her son Mikey, Calvin would probably be dead about now.
Debbie had been shopping at the Big Q. and as she was wheeling her cart to her car, she had spotted Calvin about to get the crap kicked out of him by three bigger boys toting baseball bats.
She had calmly done three things. One, generously spray his 3 would be attackers with a huge can of mace like the cockroaches they were, and two, pull out her cell phone and call the law. Three was to call her son Michael Novotny who just happened to be the Assistant Manager of the huge chain store. Between Debbie and Michael, Calvin soon had some decent clothes to wear, some hot food to eat, and a place to sleep, that wasn't a cold hard ground.
Calvin had been trembling as he'd clutched to his chest his large duffle bag, filled with the only things he now had left in this world.
He was an orphan, and he was homeless.
It had taken the last of his money he'd made in Georgia as a ranch hand last summer to pay for his trip to New York.
Someone had filled his head about his unique and pretty eyes and cute dimpled smile, and how any New York modeling agent would snap him up in a New York minute!
But, somewhere in between, he'd lost his wallet, and he'd hitched the rest of the way, his journey ending in a deserted Pittsburgh Pennsylvania truck stop, where his luck had run out.
He had managed to do an odd job here and there, so at least he could eat once a day. But, it had been less than a day ago when his luck had went from bad to good to very bad to very good. And, now, here it was, about to change again.
Some days he felt like a penny, his life's decisions held in the flip of someone's hand.
Calvin peeked up shyly through his long dark blond lashes at the drop dead handsome man sitting next to him.
Brian was now so close, Calvin's little pert nose was being teased and tickled with the man's sensual cologne.
When he'd first laid his eyes on Brian Kinney, Calvin had almost fell down, so beautiful was this man with a 'lone wolf' disposition.
Calvin could tell Brian had things he wanted to hide just as much as he did, and he'd felt an instant liking toward Brian. But, then? Brian had to go all Freddy Krueger on Calvin.
After what had happened or almost had happened behind the Big Q. the last thing Calvin needed or wanted, was to be pawed at.
He watched open mouthed as Brian calmly took out his slender black leather wallet, and counted out five one hundred dollar bills and fanning them out, sat them down in front of his startled wide eyes.
Gently closing the stunned boy's jaw with a finger tip, Brian leaned over and whispered to him making sure to tickle the shell pink ear with just the tip of his tongue as he informed CK in a sensually husky voice, just what he wanted and needed for him to say, to make his X boyfriend go away.
Calvin gulped as he took the small phone. He'd never even seen one of these things let alone used it.
In the small backwoods Texas town where he came from, coming to a huge city like Pittsburgh had been quite an eye opener.
Rural Georgia had also been laid back and quiet, but this? Good God almighty! Especially this wild and wonderful place called Liberty Avenue.
Being here made Calvin feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ.
Giggling nervously to himself, he imagined Ted as the cowardly lion, Emmett as the scarecrow, and Brian as the tin man. He had been told often enough that the man simply had NO heart. Mikey of course would just be a munchkin.
Miss Debbie could be Wanda, and He would be...'
"Well?" Brian asked, holding up the red phone in front of him, that he kinda wished was a ruby slipper so he could smack it upside his head and fervently wish, "There's NO place like HOME..." But, a home was something he no longer had.
Home for him no longer existed after the huge whirlwind called life had sucked it up and spit it out, splintering all of his memories.
After his parent's double suicide, the insurance company had refused to pay out any and all benefits.
Their small modest family farm, one that had been in the Kline family for almost eight generations, had been instantly thrown to the wolves into foreclosure, then quickly sold by the state to pay off any and all outstanding and remaining debts.
As the relatives that would of or could of taken him in had blamed him for his parents deaths, Calvin had been forced to flee in the middle of the night after hearing his aunt Pru use the dreaded word 'orphanage'. That very night, he'd packed a bag, and then he ran as fast and as far as he could get away from the only home he'd ever known.
Picking up the tiny phone with shaking hands, Calvin took a deep breath and pushed the small silver button where Brian showed him to.
Opening up his mouth, he freed them both.
8:30pm Los Angeles California
In the backseat of the Jag, Justin felt as if his heart would explode with sorrow, but he'd kept his fake smile plastered and beaming brightly as he let the cool Southern California winds tease at his face and hair, unlike Jaden who had his arm around Justin's shoulder's and was glowering and screeching at Karena to "Put the fuckin' top back up bitch!" Because the Southern breezes were messing up his new do.
Earlier, after Jaden had watched Justin gulp then start to shake as he turned a sickly white, he had grabbed the phone from Justin's cold lifeless fingers, and had put it up to his own ear, being the one to have the privilege to hear a soft sexy southern voice hesitantly say, "So, yeah, um just don't call him here anymore okay? He, he has me now, and he doesn't need you. No one does back here, okay? Just forget you ever knew any of them Justin, especially Brian. Well, bye." And then there was mercifully a *click* as the mysterious caller had disconnected.
Jaden had just quickly stored the fucking number, turning his phone to off, and tossing it on the bed.
Mr. Kinney was gonna get an ass chewing ear full as soon as Justin had gone to sleep tonight, or sometime soon, Jaden had fervently promised himself.
Because what the man had just done was lower than low.
He hadn't even had the nutsac to face Justin himself, or to even take the time to hear the poor boy out!
Jaden had then climbed shoes and all to the top of Justin's bed and had opened his arms.
Holding the sobbing, quivering mess of a boy until Justin's tears had turned into small hiccup�s and then into slight shivers, he'd become so still, Jaden had thought he was asleep.
He had become pleasantly surprised when Justin had instead reached for a tissue, and had wiped his face, and then blown his nose.
Both of them had made a silly EWW! face, and then before he knew how or even why, he suddenly had a lap full of an eager blond boy.
Jaden had almost choked as Justin had firmly ground the heel of his hand against Jaden's bulging leather clad crotch, and then had French kissed him so deeply, it had curled his toes rather uncomfortably in his shiny new Prada's, as Justin had whispered, "I want you, NOW!"
Jaden had just about been ready to rip off both of their clothes, fashion labels and buttons be dammed! When both boys had jumped as the big titted blonde whirl wind aka Karena Titan had blown into their room without knocking, and announcing self importantly that her daddy had to leave for a few days on business and he'd left her strict instructions to, 'Take them boy's out on the town, Titan style!"
A tiny quick frown replaced by a slow smirk was all that had showed that she KNEW exactly what she had JUST interrupted.
And, she had refused to take no for an answer, as well as refusing to leave the room, instead she had insisted on waiting for them both to get ready.
Sitting down gracefully on the edge of Justin's bed, she let her wild imagination loose as she smoothed down her skin-tight pink leather pants, and re-adjusted her matching leather jagged and gold beaded cut crop top, and then had flexed her small feet in both of her hot pink stiletto kick boots, as she day dreamed about her man.
Karena loved to drive her candy apple red Jaguar convertible, and if daddy told her to take Justin and Jaden and go runnin' well, she'd go then!
She had a lifestyle that she was very fond of, as well as a certain boy she'd had her eye on since day one, and when her daddy had told her earlier that both were in danger of possibly leaving, Karena's little evil mind had hatched a plan. Her daddy was concerned that the boy's fancy Texas lawyer just might try and talk them both out of not signing with Titan Entertainment. And he had all but begged her to find a way to make them want to stay in LA.
During this little tidbit of information, Karena had decided, one way or the other, Justin Craig Taylor would forever be hers by the end of the night!
And Jaden Carl Long could just fly his little cunt broom back to Texas! GOD but that boy could be a real witchy BITCH sometimes!
She had seen the way both men hung onto each other, and it disgusted her beyond words.
And thank god she had broken up what she was positive would of been a fuck fest between the two of them!
GAH! WHY were all of the cutest and most desirable boys SO gay? It was like a joke from god on women and girls! Like god was a saying, 'Look all ya like, but don't bother to touch �em, cause I made sure they found you VERY repulsive...'
FUCK!
While she had no problem with gays or bi's or whatever, she DID have a bone to pick with Jaden, because he was standing in her way of what she desired.
And, although she wasn't sure before, she sure as fuck was now, because now she knew, after what she'd seen them about to do on Justin's bed, NOW she knew that BITCH Jaden Long was after HER man!
Well, not this boy mister Long! He was hers and Karena ALWAYS got whatever she wanted.
She wanted Justin Taylor, and she would have him! Jaden Long be damned!
Justin snuggled down into the crook of his friends arm, causing Jaden to now put both of his arms firmly around Justin's shoulders.
Feeling safer and happier than he had in months, Justin felt a real smile tickle his lips when he felt Jaden's hands tease his inner thighs, brushing lightly across the taut leather of his already fucking tight pants, causing his cock to lengthen and harden.
Bright blue eyes sparkling with naughty thoughts met, and silently challenged as Justin leaned over and whispered,
"I've heard pay backs are a real bitch Mr. Long."
Jaden had just smirked, whispering back, "The only bitch around here is the one driving, and, I eagerly await my punishment from your hands, Mr. Taylor."
They both shivered with delight as the images in their minds became more and more sexually graphic.
After Brian's hurtful and blunt betrayal, both boy's had been skating over what had happened next.
That kiss! It had been wow, so hott! And while Justin had started it, Jaden had soon taken over as he had showed Justin that HE would finish whatever the fuck it was that they were playing with.
Then, that ROTTEN BITCH just had to go and ruin everything! Justin sighed as he remembered well that little evil glint in her sly sky blue eyes. It had made him shiver. Yep, she was definitely up to no good.
It was very late in the evening, or rather very early in the morning when all three teens came stumbling back to the mansion.
Karena had been true to her word, and after a wonderful Italian dinner, the three had hit the private clubs Karena was admitted access to, mainly because her father owned them.
They had danced, and laughed, and both Justin and Jaden had actually felt like she was acting more and more human as the night wore on.
The three had shared some secrets, and both boys learned a lot more than Karena had probably intended for them too, but it had served her purpose.
While they were actually getting drunk, she was stone cold sober, just pretending to be drunk.
After all, acting was in her blood.
Her mother had been a famous porn movie star, and every day, Karena looked more and more like her.
And according to Lucria, acted more and more like her too.
Karena had just stared hard at the little spanish maid. The older woman's droll attitude wasn't appreciated, but, Karena knew first hand what a big dolt her daddy could be, and for as long as Lucria had been putting up with the old fart, it was a miracle she hadn't dumped in a box of rat poison along with his disgusting grits that he insisted on eating every morning, and had eaten every day since she could remember.
Karena had called ahead and had instructed every bartender in the clubs she'd planned to hit that night not to serve her drinks with any alcohol in them. For what she had planned, she needed to be awake and aware. Tonight was the night she would get her revenge as well as her guy. No matter what it took, tonight, Justin Taylor would be hers, forever.
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