Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 23:15:01 -0800 (PST)
From: shannon Savage <swimfan_777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Me part 11

Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The
sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written
to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic
material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable
with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else,
enjoy the show....


As they ascended to the eighth floor, all Justin could do was concentrate
on Craig. Not just because the man's tongue was down his throat, but also
because his hands were down his pants.

"You know this elevator is taking way too long," Craig said breathlessly.

"You're tellin' me," Justin said moaning a little as Craig shifted his
hand. "Babe you're going to have to stop."

Craig reluctantly took his hand off of Justin's stiff cock and placed it on
the back of his neck, pulling the man into a passionate kiss.

"God you are so hot," Justin breathed, leaning against the man.

Craig smiled at him and glanced up at the elevator numbers, just as the
eight lit up bright orange.

"Okay come on," Craig said hurriedly, grabbing Justin's hand.

"Honey you have to wait for the doors to open," Justin said laughing.

A ding sounded in the small cabin and Craig pulled him though the doors as
soon as they opened.

Justin slid the key card into the door while Craig slid his hands up and
down his sides from behind.

"You know you're very distracting," Justin said swiping the card a third
time.

Craig laughed as Justin finally pushed the door open, letting the other man
enter first.

When Craig crossed the threshold his eyes lit up just like the first time
they had entered. He paused in the doorway, taking in the white candles
that seemed to be all over the room. Every surface that could hold a candle
was covered with one. He heard soft music playing throughout the suite and
saw red and white rose petals sprinkled in a line leading to the
bedroom. He took a step further into the room; still amazed that Justin had
time to have all of this done, while still focusing all of his attention on
Craig. He turned to the man, who just closed the door, and hugged him.

Justin kissed his cheek and held him tightly.

"Thank you," Craig said leaning back in his arms. "It's beautiful."

"You don't have to thank me. You deserve it Craig. You're the sweetest
person I've ever met in my life," he said running a hand over Craig's baby
soft cheek, "and I love you."

"I love you too," he said kissing the man on the lips gently.

Craig turned around to face the romantically decorated room again; Justin's
arms still around him from behind, and sighed.

"What are you thinking?" Justin asked nuzzling against his neck.

"How lucky I am to have you," he said stroking Justin's forearm and placing
his hand over his.

"I'm the lucky one sweetie," he said kissing the side of his neck. "Do you
want to dance?"

Craig laughed, almost giggling a little.

"Really?"

"Sure why not?" Justin said releasing him and walking over to the
stereo. He switched the CD and turned up the volume a little.

"This is one of my favorite songs," Justin said walking back over to
Craig. He took his hand and held him close.

"Come away with me in the night. Come away with me and I will write you a
song..."

They began swaying to the music, Justin leading Craig across the plush
carpet, almost floating on air. Craig smiled at him and leaned his head on
his shoulder, Justin kissing him on the cheek.

"...Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies..."

"...And I want to walk with you on a cloudy day," Justin sung softly in his
ear. "In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high. So won't you try to
come? Come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me
and I'll never stop loving you..."

They continued to dance during the musical interlude, the rain that was now
pouring out of the dark sky blowing softly against the glass doors to the
balcony. Craig looked into his eyes.

Justin smiled at him and kissed his lips.

"I don't really know how to tell you how much I love you," Craig said
looking down at Justin's chest and then meeting his eyes again, "but I do
Justin...very much."

"And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof while I'm safe
there in your arms..."

"I love you too."

"...Come away with me in the night. Come away with me..."

They kissed slowly but passionately as the song finished and another one
came on.

"I have something else to show you," Justin said.

Craig nodded quickly, wondering what else the man had up his sleeve for the
night. He followed close by Justin through the bedroom, smiling at the
hundreds of white candles that lit up that room as well and the red and
white rose petals spread over the bed, to the bathroom. That room had the
same myriad of candles, this time lined up along the bathtub, which was
filled with water. There were candles floating in it as well as more rose
petals.

"I may have gone a little overboard," Justin said looking at Craig's
reaction to the newly decorated bathroom.

"No not at all," he said squeezing the man's hand lightly. "I love it."

He wrapped his arms around Justin loving how they seemed to fit together so
well and kissed the man on the cheek.

As they undressed each other they kissed lovingly every chance they got.

Craig stepped into the warm water after Justin and laid his head back
against his lover's chest.

Justin reached over the side of the tub and brought up a bottle of
champagne, which he poured into a single crystal flute.

"Champagne?" he asked Craig handing the man the glass.

Craig kissed him on the lips, loving the taste of Justin more then he ever
could expensive wine or champagne.

He sipped the bubbly liquid and passed it to Justin who did the same.

As they laid there just soaking in the tub, listening to Norah Jones sing
softly to them, their hands, fingers and legs were entwined together.

Justin tilted Craig's head towards him with a wet hand, after setting the
champagne glass on the edge of the large Jacuzzi style tub, and kissed him,
tasting the sweet sparkling wine on his pink lips.

"I love you," he said still close to the man's lips.

"I love you too," Craig said.

	Most of the candles that were placed in the tub with them had gone
out, even with their minimal movement, but the room was still lit well
enough from the candles placed around the tub for Craig to make out the
sparkle in Justin's blue eyes. He imagined that he had the same sparkle in
his at that moment, although that sparkle would have dimmed significantly
if he had been anywhere near his cell phone at that point. It rang, with
the programmed tune not to familiar to him since he never called Craig, and
beeped signaling a message left behind on the nightstand by the bed.



***



It was odd that Lance could feel so alone in a place with so many different
people. He felt like he wanted to just blend into the booth he had
collapsed into a minute ago. Or was it an hour ago? Time had seemed to stop
moving for him earlier that evening.

After throwing back three beers and two more glasses of scotch he thought
he would be feeling no pain at this point. It was quite the opposite,
though.

He felt like he wanted to cry and scream and curse all at once. He had
never been a violent person but he sweared that this would be the time he
could commit murder and not even bat an eyelash. What was he thinking?
Murder? He was so confused and so hurt.

How could JC do this to him? He guessed that why was the biggest question
at the moment. He already knew how. In the bathroom with Wade, that's how.

All of a sudden he got his strength back but for some reason it was in his
stomach, he felt like he was going to throw up again. He had done it twice
already so he wasn't sure what else was down there, but whatever it was it
wanted to come up. He swallowed hard and breathed trying to ward off the
dizziness he was also feeling.

Tears stung his eyes as he picked himself up from the booth and staggered
to the door.

He needed something to take the pain away, anything...



***



"What are you doing?" Justin asked Craig as he walked towards him.

Craig couldn't help but smile at the man. They were both wearing plush
bathrobes, compliments of the hotel, but Craig had to admit Justin looked
so much more attractive in his.

"I was going to check my messages," he said holding up his cell phone for
the man to see.

"No, no, no," Justin said taking the phone from him and placing it back on
the nightstand. "You can check messages and return calls later. Right now
you're mine."

Justin wrapped his arms around the man and kissed him.

"If you insist," Craig said with mock half-heartedness after they broke the
kiss.

"I do," Justin said simply.

"Did you get all of the candles blown out?"

"Yeah finally. I thought I was going to need an oxygen tank though."

Craig laughed, "It could have helped."

"Maybe," he said kissing the man's neck. "Ready for bed?" Justin asked
untying the robe's sash from around Craig's waist.

"Yes," he said untying Justin's as well.

Both robes fell to the ground as they continued to kiss slowly. Their hard
unclothed bodies rubbed together as they held each other close, the
candlelight that still flickered in just that one room playing off their
tanned torsos.

Justin laid Craig on the bed softly, the rose petals against his bare back,
and placed his body over the man's.

They lay there looking into each other's eyes, not searching or longing for
anything because they had already found it. They had finally found each
other, their soul mate.

Craig placed his had on Justin's cheek, which was slightly flushed and warm
to the touch, and kissed his lips tenderly.

"I want you to make love to me," Craig said softly.

Justin looked into his gorgeous sapphire sea green eyes and then kissed
him, caressing the side of his face.

Their tongues slow danced with each other as they kissed and ran their
hands over the other's candle lit body.

If Craig had made his request at any other time Justin probably would have
been to nervous and worried to even perform. Since he hadn't expected them
to "go all the way" on the trip he hadn't brought condoms or what ever else
they would need. Honestly he wasn't exactly sure how it even worked. But
now, in their little hideaway by the sea, he didn't think about how to do
things and didn't second-guess himself. He just let his body do what it was
programmed to do.

Craig instructed him minimally, but he wasn't really sure what to do either
because, for all intensive purposes, he was a virgin. He had never actually
had sex with anyone, male or female. He never pictured his first time, and
wasn't even sure why he waited, until that first time he looked into
Justin's eyes at the fashion show.

Justin began to enter him slowly, having used lotion for lubrication.

"Are you okay?" he asked when Craig grasped his back a little tighter.

"Yeah," he said blinking a few times.

Justin continued, stopping every inch or so to ask Craig if he was alright.

"I'm fine," Craig said again, kissing his lips.

As Justin made love to him he stared into Craig's eyes, kissing his lips
every few seconds, and whispering in his ear how much he loved him and
wanted to be with him forever.



***



Through the large bay window in the bedroom Justin could see the rolling
waves from the ocean as the sky turned a light yellow, among bright orange
streaks, with morning approaching. He looked over at Craig who had just
fallen asleep in his arms and kissed the man softly on the forehead. It
wasn't as though Justin wasn't tired, he was just almost too happy to
sleep. He had never felt like this before. Almost like the universe made
sense to him now. He ran his hand idly up and down Craig's toned smooth
chest as he thought. He had been in love before, or at least he thought he
had been with Britney. He figured when they were together and everything
was good that they were in love, but not like this. He cuddled a little
closer to Craig. Never like this.

Just as his eyes were closing Justin's hand touched the necklace around
Craig's neck. The sliver pendant was warm from lying on the man's skin and
Justin ran fingers over it. It was just a simple circle, well not a perfect
circle, more like it was hand carved, if you can even carve something out
of silver. There were grooves in it that gave it the appearance of
age. Since Craig hadn't talked about it much, even when asked, Justin
wasn't sure how long he had had it or if it was just meant to look aged. He
held it between his thumb and index finger feeling the grooves on each
side. The ones on the back felt different, almost like writing. He flipped
it over and read the engraved message.

I Luv U,

Jeremy

It was a simple message but it spoke volumes to Justin. He thought back to
all the times Craig had acted strange or aloof when asked certain
questions. The pieces started falling together, it was less like a puzzle
though and more like a brick house because it felt like he was being
crushed all of a sudden. It felt like a ten thousand pound weight had been
placed on his chest and he struggled to catch his breath. He thought back
over all the times Craig had confessed his love for him, while hiding the
fact that he was seeing someone else. The photo shoot with his ex
boyfriend, the mysterious visitor with the letter, the times he showed up
almost in tears over something but refused to tell him, the restaurant that
night... the list went on and on in Justin's mind.

He untangled himself from Craig trying not to wake the man, not because he
wanted him to get quality sleep but because he didn't want to have to talk
to him. He stood there in the middle of the bedroom, naked, which is
exactly how he felt inside. He threw on some clothes and left the bedroom
to pace the living room.

Justin had a few options at this point, wake Craig up and have it out right
then and there or just leave. He could walk out of the man's life
forever. His eyes welled up with tears with that thought, but he didn't
have anything else better in mind. He crept back into the bedroom and
fished his cell phone and wallet out of the jeans he was wearing the night
before. He thought about packing, glancing at his suitcase sitting next to
the closet and then at the closet itself. It wasn't really worth it to
him. He could buy new clothes; he just needed to get out of that hotel and
away from Craig. He turned towards the bedroom door after slipping his
wallet in his back pocket but turned back towards Craig, who was still fast
asleep. Could he really walk out of the man's life forever? Justin blinked
back his tears, swallowed hard, and let his eyes fall from the slumbering
man. He turned again, but this time kept going to the front door of the
hotel room, not even glancing at the melted candles and wilted rose petals
underneath his feet.



***



"What's wrong?" Wade asked kneeling on the bed behind JC. He placed his
arms around the man's neck and kissed his shoulder.

"I'm just worried about Lance," he said looking down at the cordless phone
in his hand.

"Still no answer?"

"No, and Joey and Chris didn't see him leave last night."

"Try his cell phone again."

"I already did," JC said standing.

 "He's a grown man Josh," Wade said. "I'm sure he can take care of
himself. Maybe he's actually having some fun right now."

JC looked at him and shook his head, "He isn't like that anymore. I know
for a fact that whenever we go out he tells at least one of us when he's
leaving."

Wade sighed sitting crossed legged on the bed. He figured the whole Lance
situation had ruined any chance of them fucking again in the next few
minutes.

"Did you talk to him last night at all?" he asked.

"Yeah of course."

"What'd he say?"

"Nothing really," JC said trying to remember about four hours and six beers
ago.

"Well what was the last thing he said?" Wade asked placing his elbows on
his legs.

"Something about his company and then he just said he'd see me later."

"Well there ya go," Wade said throwing his long arms in the air
dramatically.

"It wasn't a goodbye for the night, it was a see you later on tonight."

"How do you know?"

"I guess I don't," JC said sitting next to him on the bed.

"You want to go over to his place, don't you?" Wade asked reluctant to let
the half clothed singer out of his grasp.

"Yeah I do. Do you mind?" JC asked placing a hand on Wade's thigh. He
wasn't sure why he was so concerned with what the man felt at this point,
it wasn't like they were dating, but for some reason it felt right.

"No go ahead."

"You're sure?" JC asked already pulling on a pair of khakis.

"Yes go," Wade said laying down and closing his eyes.

JC slipped on a white t-shirt and looked at the man he had just shared his
bed with once again. He walked over to him and stood above him for a
second, then leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"I'll be back soon," he said moving a few strands of Wade's bleach blond
hair that fell in his face.

When JC got to Lance's house the sun had officially risen but the town
didn't seem quite ready to wake up yet. He noticed the abscence of Lance's
car in the driveway but knew the man always tucked her away in the
garage. He opened the front door with his key, turning off the alarm as he
walked through the entryway.

Lance's house was a smaller style then his or Justin's but it still had the
essentials for their line of business, plus some. He called Lance's name as
he walked through the downstairs of the five-bedroom home towards the
garage, but received no answer. He opened the garage door and flicked on
the light. Lance was definitely the opposite of Justin when it came to
cars. Where Justin had every make and model of anything over fifty grand,
Lance had two cars, a Cadillac Escalade and a midnight blue Bentley. The
Escalade was parked to the left of the garage, leaving space for the
Bentley, which was not in attendance.

JC thought for a moment, letting everyone of Lance's friends tick through
his mind like a police computer ran down possible suspects. He walked back
into the house and started to dial number after number, with no avail, but
waking up plenty of people. He called Justin's house just to see if maybe
Lance crashed there for the night but received no answer. He didn't want to
call Justin on his cell phone and worry him for no reason, but as time
ticked on he thought it might be a good idea to put everyone on alert, just
in case Lance got in contact with one of them. Interrupting Justin's
vacation with Craig wasn't what he wanted to do, but he couldn't really
come up with anything else. Chris had already mentioned wanting to call
Justin. It took everything JC was for the man to get his friend to change
his mind. Obviously no one else saw the big deal because as far as they
knew Justin was in California for the weekend handling some last minute
album stuff.

JC paused for a second, his thumb over the seven, the last number to
Justin's cell phone. He almost dropped the phone on the kitchen table when
it started ringing in his hand.



***



When Lance woke up, he couldn't have exactly called it a good morning. His
head was throbbing, his body ached, and for some reason he was unable to
turn over in bed and go back to sleep. He tried again hitting his leg
against something hard and cold. Pain shot through his knee, up his thigh,
finding its home on his ribs. He moaned a little and brought his right hand
up to his stomach, almost blacking out from the pain when he touched
himself. He opened his eyes slowly, looking down at his chest. His vision
was a little blurry but it looked like there was blood on his white collard
shirt. He ran his fingers through the red liquid and it smeared over his
shirt. He felt so confused for some reason. He lifted his head, moaning
again at the pressure that built up in his skull from the small movement.

He blinked at the view in front of him not really comprehending what he
saw. How was his pillow flying in front of him in mid air? Why was it so
big? He looked to his right. Was he still in his car? He touched his head
that was still pounding with his other hand and felt a sticky wet
substance, which he assumed was blood. He let that hand fall to his lap,
wincing from the pain that shot through his wrist. He undid his seat belt,
which took a little more effort then normal because of the air bags, and
tried to open his door.

"Fuck!" he said loudly when the door didn't budge.

He leaned the seat back all the way and climbed into the backseat. The rear
doors wouldn't open either. He kicked his foot through the rear window
causing it to crack. He kicked again and the glass shattered, raining tiny
shards on the ground near the car. He crawled out of the window, trying not
to jostle his left arm too much, and fell to the cement. He lay there for a
minute, on top of broken glass, and then stood collecting himself as best
he could under the circumstances.

After searching, for what seemed like endless hours, for his cell phone he
gave up and started walking down the side of the road not even glancing at
the twisted metal that used to be his car, or the tree he had ran in to. It
was pretty deserted, but he figured it had to be at least four in the
morning maybe a little later. His watch was all smashed up so he couldn't
know for sure. He reached a line of shops, which of course were closed, and
made a phone call on one of the pay phones.

"Can you come get me?" he said wearily into the phone.



***



	JC wasn't sure exactly where Lance was but he was on his way. He
talked to the man as he drove trying to figure out where exactly he was and
what the hell happened to him. By the sound of things JC figured another
trip to the hospital would be inevitable.

"Why would you drive after all that?" he asked. "You should have asked one
of us to take you home."

Lance bit his tongue, literally. It was the only way he could stop himself
from saying something like, "Well you were a little too busy fucking Wade,"
or "I didn't want to interrupt the bathroom Olympics you and Wade had going
on."

"Lance?" JC asked when the man didn't answer.

"Just keep going down that road and then make a left," he said.

JC was about to repeat his question when he heard a click.

"Hello? Lance?" he said into the phone.

While he drove he called Chris and Joey to let them know everything was
somewhat okay.

"We'll meet you at the hospital," Chris said.

"I don't think he's going to want to go," said JC making a left at the stop
sign.

"Make him," Chris said. "And tell Justin to get his ass back here or I
will."

JC sighed; he was getting really tired of people hanging up on him.



***



Craig turned over in his sleep and reached for Justin. All he got was a
handful of cold sheets and a pillow that faintly smelled like his love's
cologne.

"Justin?" he said not opening his eyes yet.

When he didn't receive an answer he opened his eyes and looked around the
room. He yawned as he got out of bed and slipped on one of the discarded
robes. He thought for a moment as he tied the sash around his waist. Justin
can't stand for clothes to be all over the floor. If he was up why weren't
the robes put away? Craig shrugged it off and searched the suite for the
man coming up empty handed. He wasn't really one to start panicking over
potentially nothing but he did wonder why Justin hadn't left a note or
better yet woken him up before leaving. Justin had mentioned that that day
would be full of stuff he had planned. Maybe he went to go check on
things. Craig sat down on the large couch looking around the room at the
candle wax and rose petals. He smiled thinking about how magical last night
had been. He thought it was definitely one of those things that only
happened in sappy romance novels. Well gay romance novels anyway.

He sat around for a minute or two, but was just way too impatient, and now
wide-awake, to wait for Justin to get back. He grabbed his cell phone from
the bedroom and sat down on the bed dialing two on his speed dial for
Justin's cell phone number. The phone went straight to his voice
mail. Craig thought a moment, and then left a quick message.

Craig remembered about his own voice mail and wondered if Justin had left a
hint of where he had gone. Just as he was dialing in his password he heard
the door open to the room. He jumped up and ran threw the bedroom door just
in time to almost knock Justin over.

"Sorry," Craig said laughing.

Justin stared passed him.

"What's wrong?" Craig asked. The man in front of him didn't look like the
same Justin he had fallen asleep with the night before.

"Lance was in a car accident," he said walking past the man.

"Oh my God," Craig said following him. "Is he okay?"

"Just a few scrapes and bruises," Justin said opening the closet. He took
out all of his clothes in one motion and threw them on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to leave," he said throwing stuff into his duffel bag.

"But I thought you said he was okay."

"I need to be there."

"Okay, what time does the flight leave?" Craig asked grabbing his bag.

"In an hour."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Craig asked pausing at the dresser. He had just
noticed that Justin hadn't looked at him once, even when they almost ran
into each other.

"You can stay here if you want," he said ignoring the question.

"Why would I? Are you coming back?"

"Probably not."

"I'm not going to stay here by myself," he said smiling.

Justin glanced at him then zipped up his bag.

"I'm sure you wouldn't," he said under his breath.

"What?" Craig asked pulling on a pair of boxer briefs.

"I'm going to go check out," Justin said leaving the room with his bag.

"I'll meet you downstairs," Craig called after him.

He continued dressing and finished packing. He wasn't sure what exactly was
eating Justin, unless he wasn't telling him the truth about Lance's
condition. Craig figured there was no reason to keep that a secret from him
so it must have been something else. When he got downstairs Justin had a
taxi waiting for them.

The cab ride to the airport was the quietest the two men had ever
been. Craig thought Justin just needed some time to deal with the whole
Lance being hurt situation but that wasn't what bothered the man. Sure he
was concerned about his friend, but once JC told him that Lance was still
alive and kicking and there was no need to come home, all of his thoughts
turned back to Craig. When he got the call he had been walking along the
beach debating whether to leave like he had planned or to go back and talk
to Craig. He couldn't bring himself to just leave the man on a whole
different continent. But he also couldn't bring himself to actually talk to
him about the situation at hand. He just wanted to get away from him for a
while and think about some stuff. He had been thinking on his walk, but
everything was still all muddled in his head. He needed some quiet time at
home to lay everything out on the table. Maybe he would talk to JC about
it. His best friend said that he was okay with the whole Craig thing but he
may have not been as comfortable with it as he thought.

"He'll be okay," Craig said placing a hand over Justin's.

Instead of squeezing his hand like Justin normally would have done he just
looked down at the hand over his and removed it.

Craig's heart almost broke in his chest. He looked out of his window and
bit his bottom lip. There was no way Justin was that upset about Lance
still being alive. Craig figured that he must have done something to upset
him, but just couldn't figure out what it was.

Once they got to the airport Justin excused himself to go make a phone call
when Craig asked him if there was anything wrong again. Craig sighed and
just sat there watching Justin on the other side of the first class lounge
talking quietly into his cell phone. It was almost as if the man was trying
to get as far away from him as possible. He finally pulled out his own
phone and checked the messages he had been trying to at least twice that he
could think of.

His right hand, which was holding the phone to his ear, went completely
numb and all the color drained out of his face when he heard his first and
only message. He started to shake uncontrollably and tears welled up in his
eyes. He stood to make a run for the bathroom before he started blubbering
like a little baby but fell back down in his seat when his knees gave
out. He breathed slowly a few times warding off the light-headedness that
flashed through him. The breathing helped his inevitable fainting spell but
did not fend off the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Craig used his
phone to call Brian.

"What's up? Wore out the nsyncer already?" Brian asked before Craig could
even say anything.

"Um..." Craig said trying to find the words. "Can you meet me at the
airport?"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I'm coming home. I'll be there in a few hours, flight um..." Craig covered
his face with one hand. "I don't know what flight number it is," he said
between sobs.

"It's okay calm down babe. I'll be there. Tell me what happened."

"No not now," he said collecting himself.

"Dude I've known you for a long time and you don't cry over nothing."

Over the loud speaker a woman's voice called Justin and Craig's flight to
board.

"I have to go. Just be there," he said hanging up. He wiped at his face
quickly as Justin made his way slowly back over to Craig.

Justin said nothing to him. He just stood near him, if the definition of
near is about five feet behind someone.

Craig dragged his feet as they boarded the plane. It was almost like this
was all happening to someone else, not to him. He walked along the terminal
in a catatonic state, everything meshing together in front of him. Everyone
was just one long streak of color, as if they were all moving in fast
forward and he was moving backwards. The people talking and chattering
around him sounded like bees buzzing in his ears. He wanted to kill
himself.


To be continued...


Credit: "Come Away With Me," by Nora Jones.

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