Time doesn't heal anything.

It just teaches how to live

with the pain.

Sunlight peeked through the open window in the room. Justin left it on open last night because of how cramped and stuffy it felt. He took a few minutes to examine the bedroom. The window was on the shortest wall, covering most of the large white coated panel. Bright blue curtains hung over the window. A white old style chandelier dangled from the ceiling but didn't have any bulbs intact.

The bed in which he was laying has white cotton sheets with a soft, fluffy blanket the same color as the curtains. There was a whole collection of pillows on the bed but he didn't mind, considering it gave him a sense of safety. He turned his head and observed the white coated wooden nightstand. Books were piled neatly on the shelf installed to the table. Modern lamps with glass lamp shades were on top of them. Aligned with the bed, there was a flat screen tv hanging on the wall. He'd say it was about a sixty-five inch. A shelf was settled under the tv but there were little boxes separating certain things. More books were laying on top of the shelf.

A blue and white stripped chair was placed in the corner by a tall lamp that was identical to the ones on the bed tables. Justin then realized the wall in which the bed was against, was brick instead of the normal drywall. He kicked the blanket off and swung his legs over the edge. He stood up and stretched his limbs. The light wood floor was cold against his feet as he took a few steps towards the door. He hesitated before opening the door just to be hit with the smell of pancakes and bacon.

The sound of bacon sizzling against a hot pan was heard as he quietly made his way down the steps. He followed the sound and found him standing there, his back facing him. His eyes lingered on his back. Jason's back muscles flexed as he flipped whatever he was flipping. Justin swore he may have been drooling but his thoughts were interrupted when he cleared his throat.

"May I help you?"

Justin's eyes connected with his as he turned around. The stove was now turned off and the food he was smelling was now on plates.

"I just smelled the food from upstairs," he murmured as he studied the taller.

His eyes were a bright blue and his hair was a bleached blonde. His natural hair was obvious from his roots which were a light brown. Not many of people coul pull off thick eyebrows, but him and Justin did.

Tattoos were littered over Jason's body, especially on his arms. Full sleeves covered both of his arms and his torso was almost completely covered. It may have been a little much but they were beautiful.

"Like the view?"

Justin jumped at the sudden question and his cheeks immediately went red. Deciding not to let it show, he shook his head and met his eyes to give him a quick glare.

He gave a scowl in return and tightened his grip around the plate he just picked up. "Don't give me an attitude."

Justin's attitude was going to make Jason snap.

"I don't have to do what you say," the brunette sassed.

Jason tried my best to contain his anger. "I'm going to lose it," he growled as his freaky side started kicking in.

"Lose what? Your hospitality? I think that's been long gone."

That's it. Jason set the plate down on the stove in a swift motion before rushing at his small frame. He took Justin by his legs and placed him on the counter.

"You want to say something else?" Jason asked lowly.

Justin's eyes rolled back into his head and Jason literally pinned him down to the counter. He watch as his eyes widened at the sudden change of mood. Angry to sexual? Maybe.

Body language said a lot. His said he was nervous. That's all Jason needed. He smirked and stared into his brown eyes. His long brown hair was swept over his face as his lips quivered in the light coming from the nearby window. Jason's hand traveled from his arm to the waist band of Justin's, well his , shorts. He squirmed under Jason but failed at getting free. His upper body held him down to the marble counter top.

He listened to his breaths get faster and shaky as he exhaled. He used that nervousness to give him the real experience. Jason's hand slipped under the shorts and boxers Justin was wearing and grabbed his shaft. A gasp escaped Justin's pink lips as he started stroking him. His length was surprisingly long, almost as big as Jason's. The boy truly was beautiful. Jason always studied him every second he wasn't looking.

He moaned as Jason allowed his member to spring out from his boxers. His cold side is wasn't there at the moment. It was all soft and sexual. Justin gripped onto his shoulder as he pivoted his hips to move in sync with his hand. Jason became hard himself looking at the moaning mess in front of him. Justin must've noticed because his hand went from his shoulder to his waist band and into his pants. Jason tenses a little but relaxed knowing it was gonna happen sometime. Their strokes got faster and faster, their moans louder and louder.

They both reached their highs within seconds of each other. The white sticky liquid covered their torsos and counter top. Jason breathed heavily as he finished his orgasm as Justin just got through is second. Justin looked up at him and met his eyes. They were calm, confused...happy. The kitchen no longer smelled of food but of sweat and sex. Jason watched as he spoke smoothly. It made him want to go even further.

"Well that escalated quickly."

Yep, that quick already.

Again...I listened.

Yes, Jason has a kinky side when he's mad.

No, I can't write another right now.

-Lilly