You fall in love with the most unexpected
person at the most unexpected time.

Hot water ran down Justin's back as he stood in the shower. The glass walls were fogged up with steam as well as the medal knob. He lathered himself with soap from a dove bottle on one of the shelves. He thought about what happened yesterday. Blood flooded his cheeks as he recalled the details of Jason's length. Very lengthy, it was indeed (AN: Kill me). Then shaming himself for taking things too far, he frowned. It happened with a murderer out of all people.

What he did and proceeded to do was very cold and inhumane. It was saddening to think about the innocent lives he has taken and was going to take. Hell, maybe Justin could even manage to stop him. Think about it, if he was all cuddly there in the kitchen then Justin might be able to get him to think about things. Justin rinsed his body off and stepped out of the cold shower. His feet patted against the cold tiles as he made his way out of the bathroom, but not before wrapping a towel around his waist.

In hope of some clothes, he searched through every dresser in the room and failed at his task. A thought strikes him, causing him to stop any movements. Jason gave him some clothes the other night and they seemed to fit alright. With a sigh, Justin decided to go to his room and ask for clothes. His hand formed a fist and he raises it up to the door. He knocked on the wood that separated him from whatever was lurking behind the door. A muffled sound of shuffling was heard before Jason opened the door.

His hair was unruly and he smelled of cigarettes. Their eyes met and Justin could see the irritation in his.

"What do you want?" The question was full of annoyance which had Justin taken aback.

How did he go from somewhat nice to irritated every three damn minutes?

Justin cleared his throat before speaking, his voice nothing but a croak. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

He noticed Jason was looking down and his eyes followed his stare to his hand. It was holding the towel and it was extremely close to his v line. Goddammit Jason. His head snapped up at the shorter. His brows furrowed over his icy blue eyes.

"Answer my question, please."

He stood there for a moment before turning around and taking a t-shirt, boxers, and shorts from his dresser. Before leaving, Justin notice a stream of smoke coming from Jason's desk. He followed it to a lit cigarette in it's little holder. He was really tugging at Justin's strings, wasn't he?

Justin pushed past the blond towards his desk and picked up the cigarette. Jason spun around and gave him a hard glare. He was about to open his mouth to say something but stopped when the brunette placed the cigarette in between his lips.

"That was my last one."

Justin shrugged as he exhaled some smoke and walked past him. Jason's hand grabbed at the cigarette but he ducked just in time to dodge it.

"If you want it back, come get it," Justin teased as he started running down the steps.

He heard his footsteps behind him as his feet touched the main floor. He was about to round the corner into the kitchen when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and brought his body into the air. Justin managed to keep the cigarette in between his pink lips as he felt his back come in contact with the cold wall. Goosebumps arose on his skin while he again stared into the blond's eyes. The towel was loosely wrapped around Justin's waist at the moment, forcing him to try to pull it up.

Jason must've noticed because he undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. Justin gasped as the cold air touched his sensitive skin. The brunette look down sheepishly as he realized his whole body was on full display. He tensed as Jason's hand touched his stiff member.

"Give me my cigarette back."

Justin shook his head.

His hand started stroking Justin's member but he still refused to answer when Jason asked again. Justin absolutely lost it when he used both hands at an impossibly fast speed. He finally got the strength to take the cigarette out of his mouth and waved it in front of his face.

He watched as his lips parted, his hands still stroking him but at a slow pace. He placed the cigarette in between Jason's lips and watch as he let him go. He turned around and left just like that. Justin gathered himself together and made his way up the steps. He stopped at Jason's door, about to knock, but he refrained myself. The door was already open a bit so he opened it a little wider. What he saw in front of him didn't scare him but instead surprised him.

There Jason was, stroking himself. Was if because of Justin ? He couldn't be to sure, he always thought of himself as an absolute freak! His head was thrown back, his mouth slightly open as he moaned softly. Justin quickly but quietly turned after a few moments. Wouldn't want Jason catching him watching him. But maybe he did.

It's somewhat short.

But whatever.

I got to go.

-Lilly