Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 10:39:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Sarah <sarah96_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Search of Love:  Chapter 3

All right, it's been awhile. But I've had A LOT of
computer problems, and I apologize for taking this
long to get the next part out. Hopefully, I will have
part 4 soon.
Disclaimer:  I don't know them or their sexual
preferences, nor do I know anything else about their
personal lives. This story is purely fictional, and
not meant to offend anyone. If you're not old enough
to read this sort of material or you don't like slash,
then please don't read it.


In Search of Love: Chapter 3

by: Sarah


     After he turned the water off, Justin opened the
shower door, stepped onto the soft rug, and slammed
the door closed behing him.  He dried off with a large
towel, wrapped it around his waist, and walked into
the joining bedroom. 'What to wear, what to wear?' He
stepped into the walk-in closet.  Justin sorted
through a few hanging shirts, and eventually decided
on a button up shirt in a dark green shade. 'Perfect
color. Not that clothes will matter very much when I
get there.'  He slipped the shirt on gently, and
pulled on a pair of khakis.  He quickly put on socks
and his brown Doc Martens, then made his way back to
the bathroom.  He glanced in the mirror, and the image
was almost frightening.  His still-wet hair was
sticking out in every direction, making him look
ridiculous.  Justin pulled out the blow dryer from the
bottom cabinet, and started to dry his hair.  After a
couple of minutes, it was dry enough, and he put up
the dryer.  Next was the hard part.  He picked up the
hair gel on the counter, and started his attempt to
tame the wild beast.  After twenty minutes it looked a
lot better, somewhat.  He spritzed on a little Eddie
Bauer cologne, walked to the kitchen, grabbed his keys
and wallet, and was out the door.
     Once he got down the driveway in his BMW, it was
a 15 minute drive to the other man's house.  Since it
was 9:00 PM on a Monday, the traffic wasn't incredibly
bad.  He eventually pulled up to the brick fence with
an iron gate.  He typed the code into the keypad.  The
gate slowly opened, and he pulled into the wide
driveway.  Justin turned off his car engine, and just
sat there for a while.  Just sat and thought.  He
looked up at the large home that his friend owned.
All the blinds were shut, the curtains already pulled.
'Just like him, too.  Shut the blinds as soon as the
sun goes down.'  After a few minutes, Justin opened
the car door, and got out.  He strolled to the
doorstep, and knocked solidly three times.  No answer.
 He knocked a few more times.  No answer. 'Damn house
is so big, he can't even hear when someone's knocking
on his door.'  So, he rang the doorbell, and about 20
seconds later, the door opened, and there he was.  JC
smiled at him, and for a brief instant, Justin
couldn't breathe.  The older man also looked freshly
showered.  His hair was still a little damp, and he
was dressed in a gray tank top and black wind pants.
"So, you gonna come in, Just?"  Justin looked up, and
noticed that he had stepped back from the door,
gesturing for the young blond to come in.  He looked
embarrassed for a second, and then stepped through the
door.  JC closed it behind him, and turned to look at
Justin.  The boy looked sad and distant.  His eyes
were glassy, his jaw was set, his shoulders slumped,
and the look on his face was utterly lost and
miserable.  It had been a long time since JC had seen
his young friend this upset.  It broke his heart to
think that Justin was hurting this much, and he didn't
even know what was causing it.  The older man made his
way towards the blond, and wrapped his strong arms
around him.  At first, the younger boy tried to push
him away gently, but JC didn't let up on his grip.
Justin relaxed his muscles, and hugged him back.  It
seemed as if they stood there forever before anyone
spoke. "What's wrong, J?"  His voice was soothing,
like he was trying to comfort a small child.  He lead
the boy to the couch and sat him down.
     "Everything." Justin's voice was soft, and JC
barely heard him.  "I'm just confused about some
things, that's all."  His words made it sound like it
was no big deal, but his tone suggested otherwise.
     "What has you confused?" JC didn't want to push
him, but he couldn't help if he didn't know what all
of this was about.  But maybe Justin didn't want help.
     "I don't wanna talk about it," he answered
quietly.  His voice cracked a little and he sounded
close to tears, so the other man decided to let it go.
     "It's ok, Just.  You don't have to tell me.  I
wish you would so I could help, but we don't have to
talk if you don't want to."  He leaned forward, and
softly touched his lips to Justin's temple.
     "So, what do you wanna do?"  JC let out a small
laugh. Justin's voice was lighter, happier.  His smile
was playful.  Such a dramatic change from 30 seconds
ago.  The dark haired man leaned back against the arm
of the couch, pulling the youngster back into his
arms, and stretching out his legs.  Justin laid his
head against JC's chest and closed his eyes.  "You
wanna lay here?"  The boy's voice was slightly
confused but relaxed.
     "Yea, just let me hold you for awhile." JC's eyes
closed too.  And for the time being, Justin could
pretend that he really did have the perfect life with
the perfect man.

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End of Chapter 3


Ok, that was kinda short, and kinda slow moving. But I
do have another part that I already started to write.
So, if I get FEEDBACK, I might finish it and send it
out.  You never know, I might get into the NC-17 stuff
in the next part.


Good? Bad? Ok? Boring?   LET ME KNOW!!!

Sarah96_1999@yahoo.com