Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 18:58:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands: All the Ways I Love You - Chapter 14

All the Ways I Love You

This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic
descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your
age or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events
with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is
purely an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply
anything about the sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual
person.

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property of its
author and may not be copied in whole or in part or posted on any
website without the permission of the author.

Questions and commentary can be sent to
"JasonCalme@yahoo.com".



Chapter 14


"You don't think you're gay Justin?"

"Yes...no...shit! I don't know..." Justin whispered. He sounded
almost like he was in pain. "I'm attracted to men and women."

"Well then you're bi Justin. That's okay too," I said, reaching out
my hand and putting it on his blanket covered arm.

"I...my family wants me to be straight," he turned to me, his eyes
pleading, "and the record company says I have to be publicly
straight and so does everyone else...they want me to get a girl
friend and keep the rumors of girls going on."

"I know," I said.

"The last week's been shit," he said, turning away from me and
putting his head into his hands. "I don't know what to do. Music is
my life. If it ended, I think I'd die."

I sat there and wondered what to do. Did I tell him he was being
stupid? That he should ignore what his family said? That he could
still have a career in music whether he was gay or straight?

And was that the truth?

And why had this come up now? Did oral sex mean he was gay?
Surely not? Why couldn't he have brought this up before?

Well that was my dick talking. But my erection was already
dwindling and I had to start thinking with my other head again.

"I don't know what to do," he repeated.

"Justin, I can't tell you what you should do," I said squeezing his
arm. I looked at him and he stared back earnestly into my eyes. I
looked away while I tried to think what else to say. "You think you
are bi? That you're attracted to women and men?"

I looked back at him and he nodded slowly.

"So the idea of sex with Julie is still attractive to you?" I asked.

I could see him thinking. "Well, not with Julie maybe," he grinned
and I smiled back at him. God we made jokes at the oddest times.

"You know, the advantage of being bi?" I said.

"What?"

"You double your chances of getting laid," I joked.

"Huh!"

 "And if you're bi, then if you're going to be in a committed
relationship, then you're going to have to give up sex with one of
the sexes, right?"

"I don't follow..." he said quietly.

"Well...what I'm saying is...maybe you need to keep looking."

"Keep looking?" he repeated.

"Yeah...you know...find yourself a girlfriend."

He sat there for a minute absorbing what I had said. "You mean
as a cover?" he said slowly.

"No Justin. I mean...you know...you find a girl friend. A real girl
friend."

"But what about us?" he asked, his eyes large.

"Justin," I squeezed his arm, "maybe there can't be an us. Maybe
that's what your brain is telling you and you just haven't realized
it."

"No...I...that's not what I want," he said, shaking his head slowly.

"Justin...you just told me that music is the most important thing in
your life..."

"No! That's not what I meant..."

"Let me finish Justin. Music is important to you. And so's your
family.  And everything you've spent the last few years building.

He shook his head and I hugged him.

"Listen," I continued, "I guess what I'm saying is that writing and
my family are important to me too. I couldn't give those things up
for someone...I just couldn't...and I don't think that means I can't
love someone enough, it's just...I'm being realistic. And if I couldn't
do it for you...then I would never ask or expect you to do it for me.
What would that make me?"

"But you didn't ask me!" he said, his voice trembling.

"Justin, I know I didn't, but us being together, that's what you're
being asked to risk, and that's...that's an incredible inequity. I'm
risking nothing, and you'd be risking everything. It's...this is a recipe
for disaster."

"No it's not!" he cried. I put my arm around him and hugged him
to me, kissing the top of his head.

"Yes it is," I whispered. "Look at you. You're a mess. This isn't
working out Justin. It's going to drive you to a mental breakdown. I
can't watch that. If you're not going to end it, I am."

"What?" he pulled away from me. "What? You're giving up? You
don't even want to fight to keep me?" He seemed angry.

"Justin! I'd do anything I could for you. I'd do anything to keep
you! I love you. Please believe that. But I also love you enough to
set you free."

"Set me free? This is my life, not some greeting card," he
snapped.

"Sorry, it just came out. But you get the idea."

"No." he said, shaking his head. "No" he repeated, the anger
passed as quickly as it came and now he was back to sad and
morose. I sat next to him, my arm still around him, holding him
close.

I waited a couple of minutes but he didn't say anything.

This was too weird. This had started with him saying he couldn't
be gay, and ended with him angry with me for arguing we should
end our relationship. Did that make any sense? It must be because
he's tired. Or I'm tired.

"Maybe things will be clearer in the morning," I said finally. "How
about we sleep on it and talk about this in the morning. I think
we're way too tired to talk about this now."

"I love you," he said quietly, looking into my eyes nervously.

"I know you do Justin," I said quietly. "And I love you," I said
staring into those blue eyes, "I do. But maybe it's not enough."

He sat there and the tears started flowing down his cheeks
again.

I leaned over and hugged him.

"Shit Justin, please tell me what you want me to say. I love you
and I don't want to hurt you. You're hurting so much now and I
don't know what to do to make it better. I just want to make it
better."

We sat there for a while, hugging each other. Justin quietly
sobbing, then sniffing, and then sobbing again. I didn't know what
else to say to him. I just held him and hoped he'd calm down.

"I'm okay," he said finally, trying to pull himself together.

"You are?" I said warily, squeezing him to me a couple of times.

"Yeah," he said and he tried a small smile at me.

"Want to talk some more or sleep on it?" I said.

He thought for a second. "Sleep on it," he said.

"Okay, come on, you," and I stood up, pulling him with me. The
two of us, blankets still around us, walked slowly into the bedroom.
I looked around for something for him to wear. I opened my drawer
and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Here Justin, why don't you put these on?" I said, and he turned
to face me.

"It's okay," he said, but I held up the t-shirt to him and he put up
his hands and I pulled it onto him. Then I held out the sweatpants
and he dropped the blanket and stepped into them. I hugged him
after pulling the pants up around his waist.

"They'll keep you nice and warm," I said, and I pulled back the
covers and he climbed in and I pulled the blankets over him.

I went over to my dresser and pulled out a sweatshirt and pulled
that on, then I went to my closet and pulled out a couple more
blankets. I walked over to the bed and picked up my pillow. Justin
was watching me and I smiled at him.

"Good night Justin," I said, and I turned and started to walk out
of the room.

"Where are you going?" Justin asked, puzzled.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," I said, turning and smiling to
him, "I'll be fine out there. I'll see you in the morning," and I turned
and continued out the door.

I felt through the floor - more than I heard - the rumble of Justin
jumping out of bed and running after me.

"Hey!" he almost yelled, coming up beside me and sliding to a
stop so that he was blocking my way. "You're not sleeping on your
own couch."

"It's okay Justin."

"No it's not!" he said.

"Yes it is Justin! Now go back to bed," I said and attempted to
step around him, but he moved to block my way.

"No! I'll sleep on the couch," he said, his voice high and agitated.

"No! You're the guest. I'm sleeping on the couch."

"No!" he replied. We were grabbing hold of each other now and
pushing and shoving at each other. I was just about to give him a
good strong shove against the wall when the ridiculousness of it all
hit me. I stopped and grinned.

"You're being stupid," I said and almost laughed.

"You're stupid," said Justin, tuning in to how silly we were and
grinning back at me.

"No you're stupid."

"No you're stupid," said Justin.

"No you're stupid."

"No you're stupid."

"No I'm stupid," I said.

"Yes, you're stupid," agreed Justin. A huge smile on his face
because he hadn't been tricked. I rolled my eyes. "See, I'm not
twelve," Justin smirked.

We stood staring at each other for a moment.

"Okay, so what are we going to do?" I asked.

"We're going to be adult about this," Justin said seriously.

"Toss you for it?" I suggested.

"We're going to go back to bed and sleep together," he said.

"That's being adult?"

"No sex," he said and he smirked at me. Our eyes met and he
seemed so much brighter and happier now than he had just a few
minutes before.

"That's being very adult," I agreed with a big smile on my face.
Maybe my comforting techniques needed to change. Instead of
holding and cuddling him, maybe I should have just chased him
around the apartment?

"We could pretend we're married," Justin smirked.

"Okay," I said, "but you're wearing the dress, you've got nicer
legs."

"Huh!" he snorted.

We turned and went back into the bedroom. Justin climbed in
slowly, watching me as though he thought I might suddenly run out.

I dropped down my pillow, threw down the extra blankets and
climbed into bed, pulling the covers over me.

We lay there, rather stiffly. Justin on his side of the bed, me on
mine. I lay still, trying hard to get to sleep. It reminded me so much
of the first time we'd shared a bed.

After about ten minutes of fidgeting and trying to get comfortable,
I felt and heard Justin slid over towards me. I turned my head to
see what he was up to and there was his face, right next to mine,
and it was just like when we had been at Abby's.

Justin looked at me, his eyes seeming to search my face for
something. He pursed his lips for a moment.

"Do you think Tony left something in the night table for us?" he
asked.

I smiled back at him. It was hard for me to feel anything but love
for this cute funny guy lying next to me. I so much wanted to hug
him close to me and tell him how much I loved him.

"Would it..." he started, looking down a little in embarrassment,
then looking back up at me, "...do you think it'd be okay if we held
each other for a while?"

I looked into his eyes. It wasn't sex he was looking for, just some
companionship and support. Which was what I was looking for at
that moment too.

I nodded to him. "Sure Justin, I'd like that very much," and I rolled
onto my side and he slid against me and we put our arms around
each other and hugged for a few minutes. Then he turned away
from me and I put my arm over his chest and pulled him close and
we lay there together silently, and fell asleep.



I awoke to an empty bed. I wasn't that surprised. I almost
expected it. I figured Justin would leave in the morning. Whether
we'd talk first or not, I'd had no idea. Now I had my answer.



"You ready for breakfast?"

I looked up and Justin was standing in the doorway with a tray.
He was still wearing the sweatpants and t-shirt of the night before.

"Sure," I said, sitting up and rearranging the pillows so that it
was more comfortable. Justin brought the tray in and set it down on
my legs. Then he scooted around and climbed into bed next to me. I
looked at the tray. Two bowls of cereal and two glasses of orange
juice. I guess Justin hadn't figured out the coffee maker. Oh well.

I looked at him and he was looking so pleased with himself I had
to smile at him to let him know I was really happy that he was here
and that he'd 'made' breakfast.

I handed him a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice so he could put
it on the table next to him, and I picked up my glass, took a drink,
then placed that on the table next to me and pushed the tray down
the bed between us. Taking the cereal bowl in my hand, I took a
mouthful of cereal and sat there chewing.

Justin was eating and we sat there for several minutes, and I
was wondering what was going to happen next. Were we going to
talk about it, or was he just going to leave? I didn't know. I was
just trying to brace myself for the moment.

And then the leaving. That was going to be hard. What was I
going to do once he left? Maybe I'd go home. They were expecting
me this weekend. Maybe I'd just turn up early.

"So I've been thinking," Justin said.

I turned to face him.

"Yeah?" I said. I guessed this was it. Let's just keep it short I
thought. Just go Justin. Let's not drag this out all morning. I'm not
strong enough to do this. I didn't get enough sleep last night. I kept
waking up with you next to me and pulling you close to me, and
listening to you breath, and smelling you, and knowing that you'd
be leaving me.

"I figure that I don't really know if I'm bi."

"Oh," I said. I figured he was trying to find a way of convincing
himself he was straight. That's fine. Just play along. "Maybe you're
not," I agreed with him.

"I mean," he went on, "maybe I'm straight and just confused."

"Sure," I agreed. "Maybe you are."

"I mean I could be gay..."

"Well, but then you wouldn't be attracted to women," I pointed
out.

"Well the point is I don't really know. I mean there's no real test
right?"

"Uh...I don't think so," I said, a little confused. Hurry up Justin,
just get to the point.

"So I just have to find out for myself," he said, looking anywhere
but at me.

"Uhh..." now I wasn't sure where he was going.

"See now I see where I've been going wrong," he went on.

"You do?"

"Yeah. My Mom says I'm just experimenting," he began, and I got
the feeling these were lines he'd been rehearing in his head. "But
the problem is I've been too hung up on things, too worried about
what might happen. So I haven't been able to experiment properly."

I looked at him warily.

"So I think I need to do a complete experiment to see what
happens."

"A complete experiment?" I asked suspiciously. "What do you
mean?"

"I mean, have a relationship with a guy, someone I love," he
flashed a nervous smile at me, "do the whole sex thing, and see
what happens."

I sat there for a moment, trying to digest what he was saying.
Justin was looking at me, a hopeful expression on his face. Did he
honestly think I would buy this?

"But what about your family? Your career?"

"I'm just experimenting see!" he said, sounding as though it was
perfectly sensible. "I do the experiment, then if it doesn't work out,
I just go back to being straight."

I'm not sure if I liked being classified as an experiment. And what
does he mean by 'doesn't work out?'

"And what if," I began slowly, "the experiment doesn't turn out
the way you want it to?"

"Well, some experiments take a long time to complete," he said,
smirking. "It could be years until I get the results back. Until then,
it's just an experiment." He looked at me with a huge, hopeful smile
on his face.

I put down my cereal bowl on the nightstand and turned back to
face him.

"Justin, this isn't a solution..."

"Yes it is Ethan," he interrupted, sliding close to me, "I spent a lot
of last night thinking about things, and everything I came back to is
that I've never been happier than when I've been with you." He
looked nervously into my eyes, perhaps worried about what he
would see there.

"It's just...it's like a permanent high," he went on. "And sleeping
with you is..." and he looked at me earnestly and seemed lost for
words.  He blushed, and I felt myself blush a bit too. "I thought
about losing everything else and then I thought about losing you
and I just can't lose any of it. I want it all. I just want to be greedy.
I figure my family will adapt eventually. I figure my career...well
Elton John has survived, so maybe I can do it too. Or maybe I'll fade
away before anyone finds out."

I sat there staring at him, trying to think of what to say.

"That is," he continued, "if you still want me."

"Oh Justin," I said, putting out my hand and stroking his arm. "Of
course I want you. But you were just so upset last night." He went
to say something but I continued, "And it's not the first time. This is
obviously tremendously difficult for you. I can't bear to think that I'm
causing you that much pain. I don't want to lose you...but I don't
want to hurt you either, and that's my greatest fear."

"You know, anything could happen," he said quietly. "It's my
decision to make. I'm willing to make that decision. That's what I
want. That's what I've decided. If you'll have me."

And against my better judgment I opened my arms and we
grabbed at each other and hugged tightly.



We didn't talk about it any more that morning. Justin seemed
committed to his decision and I didn't push him. Somehow I knew it
would come back again, and we'd have to deal with it again.

And I also decided to pull back on the oral sex push. At least for
the moment. We still had a lot of intimate fun, and I kept hoping for
a break through, but I knew it would have to come from him.



We finished breakfast and took showers. By the time he came to
find me in the kitchen he was acting like nothing had happened. He
grabbed me in a big bear hug and kissed me and then reminded me
that he wanted to find a gym that he could use. He had said the
night before that if he was going to be visiting frequently he needed
a place to work out.

I was still not convinced that he would be coming back, but I
didn't like to say it. I just decided to go with the flow and see where
we ended up.

Justin wanted to find somewhere that was select and safe;
where he wouldn't be bothered too much by fans. He would
probably still end up taking a security guard he explained, unless it
was really exclusive.

Somehow Justin had put together a list of places, and we spent
the morning going from one to another. I was no gym rat, so I
couldn't tell if one was better than another. Certainly I noticed the
differences in the decorations, but that was about it. Justin,
however, carefully checked out the facilities and the equipment. At
the same time he kept trying to get me interested, occasionally
hinting that I should think about working out with him. Telling me
how much fun it would be to do it together.

I started getting defensive. Was he suggesting I needed to work
out? That I wasn't in shape? Well of course I wasn't! He was in
incredible shape and the most exercise I got was walking to the
corner to get groceries. I'd never been overweight or in bad shape,
but I'd never been into sports and never done anything athletic. I
was just a bag of bones with some skin over it.

I had never been concerned. I was pretty much a 'take me as I
am' kind of guy, and I wasn't going to change for anyone. Maybe I
was a little self-conscious sometimes, but never enough to consider
doing anything about it. Still, having your boyfriend point out your
physical abnormalities and shortcomings can be a blow to the ego.


Half the places we went to I would consider 'middle of the road.'
The prices were about the same, equipment and decorations
similar, and the people there seemed kind of middle class. Often it
was one big room, filled with equipment and sweating people.
Three walls would be covered in large glass windows, and the
fourth would be covered in mirrors. Obviously these people were
really into looking at themselves.

These places all had a similar looking counter with similar looking
staff members standing behind it. It all seemed very...similar.

The other half of the places we went to were expensive and
exclusive clubs. These places had much nicer decorations, more
expensive looking equipment, and fewer, but obviously wealthy
patrons.

At one of them Justin was checking out the equipment and
reading the literature and I idly looked at what they charged to join
and said that my apartment didn't cost that much. Which wasn't
really true, but it was closer to the truth than I had imagined.

Justin grinned.

"Maybe we should just rent another apartment and deck it out
with gear," he said.

"Huh!" I snorted at him.

"Anyway I'm paying."

"Uh...yeah," I said absently "you certainly are."

"No...I mean I'll pay for you."

"What?" I said looking at him and waiting for the joke, "I'm not
joining."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to join a place like this!" I said.

"I thought we could work out together," he said again.

"Justin, are you saying this body is out of shape?" and I struck a
stupid body builder pose.

"No! No you're in great shape," he said in an exaggerated tone,
trying not to laugh.

"Huh!" I huffed. "If you're not happy with the goods, you can
always go shop somewhere else," I wasn't really mad, just letting
him know I was mildly irritated.

Justin's smile evaporated. "Oh Ethan!," he began. "It's not..." he
stepped closer, "I love you just the way you are...I'm not trying to
change you, really...I just...I thought it'd be fun to work out
together."

I fixed him with a glare, but he was looking so sorry I had to cut
him some slack.

"Well, maybe I'll give it a try. It'd be fun to do it with you. But this
place isn't my style," I said, waving my arm. "I liked the place a
couple of blocks from the apartment, and I'm more likely to go if it's
close." And I could pay for it myself too, I thought, but I didn't say
that.

Justin frowned. "Well," he said, "that place was okay..."

"What was the matter with it?"

"Well, the thing is, you know a place like that I'd have to take
someone with me..."

"I said I'd go with you," I interrupted, then I realized what he
meant.

"I just...a place like this I probably wouldn't need security. So,
you know, the price difference isn't as much of a factor, and it'd be
more relaxed without security around."

"Okay," I said, though really I was annoyed. Security, security,
this security stuff was becoming a drag. And was it really that
necessary? We'd always been joking about 'being ready to run' but
so far we'd never had to do so.

The next place we went to was another lower price place. It was
still very nice. The people looked 'good' and it was exactly the kind
of place I'd have joined.

Justin went off to look at the locker room while I idly studied
some weight equipment. I was busily trying to figure out what all
the wires did, when a guy walked by and sat down on the bench
and started working with it. I watched the machine, seeing how the
bits and pieces worked, and only after a minute or two did I look at
him and realize he was staring at me.

I nodded at him, a little embarrassed.

He grinned and said, "first time here?"

"Uh, yeah...just checking the place out. I've never used
equipment like this."

"It's great for your arms," he said, and I looked at his arms and
saw they were huge.

I studied the rest of him briefly. His hair was dark and cut short
and his face was very masculine. He looked like a stereotypical
Marine. He could have come off a recruiting poster. There were even
tattoos on the arms. I looked away before he thought I was
staring.

"You need to work on your upper body," he said between
breaths, working hard, a sheen of sweat building on his body.

"Yeah, and every other part of me too," I joked.

"Huh," he grunted.

He looked over at something and his eyes narrowed, and I
glanced over and saw he was looking at Justin. Justin had his
sunglasses and hood off, and if you knew what he looked like it was
obvious who he was.

"Who's that?" the guy asked.

"Who?" I replied noncommittally.

"Over there. Isn't that that kid from that group? Was dating
Britney Spears?"

I looked over at Justin and then back. "Uh, I don't know," I said.

"We get them in here sometimes," he said.

"NSYNC?" I asked, curious now.

"Celebrity shits. The pricks from MTV, they're all the same."

"Oh," I said.

"Little shit wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she striped
and sat on him." He was on a roll and I was trying to think of a way
to get away from him. "Hey, didn't they say they dated and never
fucked?" he said.

"Uh, I might have read that somewhere," I said.

"Yeah..." he went on, "he's a cocky little bastard, I saw him on TV
once," and he was banging hard at the equipment and somehow I
had this feeling he was imagining crushing Justin's head as he
worked.

"So, you going to join?" he asked.

"Uh, still thinking about it," I said, snapping out of my thoughts.
"Ah...thanks for letting me watch, I always wondered how this
worked."

"No problem," he said smiling a friendly smile.

I turned away thinking about the guys attitude. He didn't really
seem like a big bad tough guy. I don't think he had it in for Justin.
But at the same time, I could imagine him giving Justin a little shove
if he happened to walk past him. Kind of like the school bully. My
imagination ran wild and I imagined Justin bouncing off the locker
doors and falling to the floor, blood spilling from his nose and mouth
as this big jerk stood over him, laughing.

Not that I saw Justin as some small defenseless little baby. Far
from it. He had more muscles than I did, and I figured he could
probably give pretty good. But that wasn't the point. There was
always someone bigger just around the corner, and if they had the
element of surprise...

I saw Justin walking toward me and I hurried over, dragging him
out the door.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I don't like this place, let's look at something
else." I was on a mission now. I had to find somewhere safe for
Justin.


The next gym on the list was another very expensive and
exclusive place and suddenly I was looking at it through a different
set of eyes. Justin would be safe here.

And I was going to keep Justin safe.

But Justin hadn't realized I'd made a 180-degree turn, and he
was still apologizing for looking at these places.

"I know, it's a pain," he was talking on at one point, "but I've
worked out in regular places and it's...most people are nice but
sometimes you run into a jerk."

I looked at him and nodded. I didn't want to tell him about the
earlier encounter.

"It doesn't happen much," he went on, "but it happens, and I
never know where or when, so I'd have to have security there. I'm
sorry. I mean, we can do it. I can arrange security if that's where
you want to go."

I patted Justin's shoulder. "It's okay Justin," I said, "I think you're
absolutely right. I'm sorry I was a jerk before."

"Don't be."

"No, I am. I should be more sensitive to the pressures you're
under, and security is one of them. You know, you should join this
place. The reality is, I probably will only come once or twice anyway
and then stop going."

"You kidding?" Justin grinned. "I'm gonna drag your lazy ass
down here every day."

"Just try it!" I said.

"You think you can take me huh?" He said laughing and stepping
back and striking a sparring pose.

We were in the weight room and it had been deserted, but the
door suddenly opened and we both looked up and saw the young
woman who had been giving us a tour. She smiled as she came in
and walked over to us.

"Is there anything else you would like to see?" she asked.

"Uh...no...thank you," said Justin. And he glanced at me and
leaned close.

"So what do you think about this place?" he whispered.

"Hmm...well it probably is the best we've seen. Aren't there two
more on the list though?"

Justin shrugged. "I'm getting bored with looking at all these
places. They're starting to all look the same. I like this place, and it's
not too far from the apartment. The other two are much further
away."

I nodded to him.

Justin turned to the young lady. "This is great," he said, "we want
to join."

"Oh wonderful. Do you want to come down and fill in the
application now, or shall I give you them to take home and you can
send them back at your convenience?"

"We'll fill them in now," Justin said.

"Please come with me," she said, and set off.

I grabbed Justin's arm.

"What?" he said.

"I'm not joining," I said.

"Yeah you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah, you're my personal trainer," and he smirked at me and
walked off quickly, with me running to catch up to him.

At the office the woman pulled out forms for us to fill in. We were
supposed to get a health check-up or be checked out by their staff
physician before we could make full use of the equipment. They'd
also arrange for us to be shown how to use the equipment on our
first visit.

She pulled out some forms from her drawer.

"Here are the forms for you," she said handing some to Justin,
"and for your personal trainer," she said and she handed some to
me and smiled. "I'll be back in a minute," and she went out.

"Justin, I'm not going to be your personal trainer."

"Yeah you are," said Justin smirking.

"Justin!"

"Look at it this way, I'm gonna pay you to come with me and
make sure I do my work out. You're doing me a service."

"But I can't be your trainer," I said in exasperation.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've got one in LA. You're just to
make sure I keep working out. I can put you in touch with my
trainer so she can tell you what I'm supposed to be doing."

"She?" I said.

"Yeah," he smirked. "Don't worry, I don't fancy her."

"But this is..."

"It's a tax deduction. We write off your membership, I pay you for
keeping me company, you work out, I work out, everyone's happy. I
don't see the problem."

And he went back to filling out the paper work.

"You sure that's legal?"

Justin looked up at me. "I'll have my accountant call you, okay?"

"Okay," I said, resigning myself to the fact that I was going to be
railroaded into this whether I wanted to or not. Justin had made up
his mind. I could accept it with good grace, or argue with him for the
next two days and still end up doing it. I smiled at him to let him
know I was capitulating and he smiled back and went back to
writing on his form.



That afternoon we bought a Frisbee and went down to the park
and threw it back and forth for a little while. I wasn't as good as
Justin, but at least I didn't embarrass myself, and we had a lot of
fun. Then we went back to the apartment and just hung out. Justin
went to take a shower and I checked the Internet.

I was sitting at my computer, checking email and wasting some
time when Justin came out of the bathroom. He had a towel
wrapped around his waist and another he was using to towel down
his hair vigorously. I turned to stare at him. The muscles in his arms
and chest rippling nicely.

He lowered the towel and saw me looking at him. He smiled at
me sheepishly and I grinned at him.

"What?" he said a little nervously, as though he might have some
toilet paper stuck to his foot or something.

"Nothing, just looking," I said, smiling happily.

He gave me an exasperated look.

"What?" I said, "I can't look?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said.

I got up and walked to him. I put my arms around him and
hugged him tight and started kissing him. Kissing him and rubbing
against him. He started rubbing his arms up and down me chest
and I put my hand down and squeezed his thickening member
through the towel. He started to purr and I reached up and ran my
hands around the top of the towel, slowly pulling at it until it came
loose and fell away from him. Justin stiffened a little, but I wrapped
my arms around him and pulled him closely to me, hugging him
tightly.

"Baby, you're beautiful," I whispered into his ear and he groaned
a little.

"I just got all clean," he said quietly.

"Well you feel like you want to get dirty," I said, squeezing his
erection. I felt him shiver under my touch.

"You little shit," he snickered.

To be continued...