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[amelialourdes]

Not studying for finals. Have done so all weekend. Tomorrow Speech and Astronomy and I'll do Speech later tonight. ANYWAY.



Wait. What was I doing? I told myself that I wouldn’t become a factor in the demise of their relationship. As I stared at his waiting and willing ass, it was really difficult for me to concentrate on all of that professional crap. My hands traveled from his shoulders, between his shoulder blades, down his back, to his ass. I could see him waiting for me. His eyes closed, his breathing raspy and short.

But, what as I doing, I asked myself again. I’d fuck anyone else tonight if they offered, and believe me, with the looks that we were receiving I’m sure that there’d be plenty of offers, but I couldn’t fuck him. Mixing business with pleasure, my personal life, my entire being, I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t.

“Maybe some other time,” I whispered into his ear.

I disappeared just as he whirled around. He was confused, although that was the understatement of the century. There were other guys coming up to him, wanting to finish him off, but he wouldn’t let anyone else touch him. He rushed out of there and didn’t turn back, not even for a second.

He returned to Ethan, who was practicing. I loved his music when I first heard it, but now gradually it sounded like a dying cat. He was too egocentric, and that got in the way of the passion he was supposed to be playing with the violin. What a waste of talent.

Ethan didn’t even hear him come in, he was so concentrated on what he was doing. Justin was pissed at this. He headed to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. What a drama Princess.

“Jus –“ Ethan called, barging into the room. Justin stripped off his clothes, took a towel and headed in the direction of the bathroom. “Justin, is something wrong?” Justin slammed the bathroom door in his face and I heard the lock click. “Justin come on, let me in please?”

I heard the shower start and Ethan back off from the door.

I had never seen Justin in the bathroom before, taking a shower, touching his wet, soapy body. That familiar feeling in my groin was starting up again just watching him. Voyeurism. Hmm, a skill to add to the resume I’m sure. I had no qualms about this though. It was my job to watch him, and watch I did.

“Jus –“ Ethan spoke through the door. His very presence was interrupting my moment. “I know you were at Babylon tonight. I don’t know why you still go there.” Justin was rolling his eyes. “I just want to be with you, you know that.” This conversation made me sick to my stomach already. Justin quickly got out of the shower and opened the door. He looked pissed.

“You think that we’re supposed to be some happy couple? When all you do is hide the truth from the world, hide me from the world? No fucking way! And you think that I still don’t know that you fuck around me behind my back? I’m blonde but I’m not stupid! I always tell you what I’m doing, who I’m doing, I am always honest with you. But you pretend like we’re in this happy monogamous relationship when you know that it’s total bullshit! I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t deal with you anymore.”

“Wait a minute,” he grabbed Justin’s wrist before Justin can turn away from him. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Are you that clueless?” Justin shook him off and marched into the bedroom.

“You say that you’re always honest with me?” Ethan apparently wasn’t done yet. “Then who the fuck is this?” he pulled out Justin’s sketchbook, filled with images of me. Some I’d never seen before. He must’ve drawn them all in the past week.

“Now you’re going through my stuff?” Justin was obviously avoiding the question. “I’m not fucking him if that’s what you think,” oh, a death stare. That was a dangerous glance the boy made.

“Oh no? These drawings say otherwise,” he threw the book down on the bed. Justin didn’t respond, an almost, dignified move. Ethan on the other hand kept talking. “Okay Justin do whatever the hell you want, whoever the hell you want. Just know that, I love you and all I want is for you to be with me.”

Justin looked like he wasn’t falling for those lines anymore, because that’s what they were, lines. I’ve heard it all before and I myself would never fall for that bullshit.

Justin got dressed, packed a few things and left. I don’t think that he knew if he would be back. He looked so proud and sure of what he wanted to do, but inside, you can never tell what’s going on inside of a person. No matter how much you want to, no matter how much you follow a person, you can never know what is going on inside of them. I wish I had the ability to read minds, but that’s not my power.

At this point I had been avoiding my duties completely. I began to wonder if anyone in the nether world had noticed my absence. I tried not to think about it. I didn’t need their approval to do what I was born to do. I don’t mess with them and they certainly don’t mess with me. Especially with an asshole of a Father like Zeus, I certainly didn’t need his approval for all the shit I deal with.

“Brian?”

What? Was he calling me? I looked around and realized that I wasn’t concentrating and materialized right in front of him. Oh shit. There was no way out of this one.

“Brian, what are you doing here?”

I didn’t even know where I was. I looked around and noticed that I was in front of an apartment building. I didn’t know whose apartment building, obviously. “Visiting a friend,” I offered. Good, good answer. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for that.

“Oh,” he looked almost happy, compared to what he had looked like moments earlier.

“You goin’ somewhere?” I indicated toward the bags.

“A friend of mine lives here with her roommates.”

Her, Daphne probably. “Trouble in paradise?” I couldn’t help that remark, it slipped out.

“I think I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” even though the smile on my face and my famous eyebrow arch gave off completely different signals from the words I had just expelled from my mouth.

“I’m not,” he smiled, a genuine smile, an accomplished smile. I focused on that smile more than any part of him. It radiated his entire being. “You know, I don’t think that she’s home now, you want to go grab a drink somewhere?” It was close to 11 and yet he claimed she wasn’t home.

“Sure,” I shrugged.

He carried his bag with him all the way to the bar. We each ordered something but had the same preference in drink, a Jim Beam. When the bartender asked for his ID I noticed several items on it that were misplaced but to the naked eye, it was a regular ID. Justin was younger than 21.

“That’s pretty good,” I pointed to the ID.

“You can tell?” he sounded absolutely shocked.

“I’ve seen a few around.”

“Good because I had to work for a few months to get this,” he put the ID away. “Can I ask you something?”

I wonder what that could be. Our last encounter perhaps? I turned to look at him, pretending to be wary of the topic he’s about to bring up but secretly interested, he called me on it, I could tell.

“What happened tonight?” I’m going to need a little clarification. “I mean,” wow, he can read my mind. “Was that just what it was? A fuck in the backroom?”

“We didn’t fuck.” At the mention of that evening I felt my dick stiffen in my pants. This was going to be a long night. “It was a blow job, you must give and receive those a lot,” I downed my drink.

“Yeah but, forget it,” he waved his hand in front of myself. “I’m talking crazy, I hardly know you.”

He’s right, but I also know what he was aiming at. I felt it. “Out of sheer curiosity, what are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, ever since we met I can’t get you out of my head.” Romance, someone shoot me. “You’ve sort of become this fixture in my mind, do you want to see your drawings?”

“My drawings?” I questioned.

“You said that I could draw you, and I did. I have them with me in case you’re interested.”

I looked at his sparkling blue eyes, that golden blonde hair, killer smile and heard that tint of nervousness in his voice that I found charming. Was I interested? “Yeah, I’m interested.”

We moved to one of the tables in the bar, he took out his drawings, proud of them and rightly so. It gave me a different feeling, holding these items in my hand than when I was just hovering above them, viewing them from afar as he was creating them. In my hands, they took on a life of their own. It was no longer about me, as much as I hated to admit that, it was about his passion, his gift for art. But another thing exuded from these portraits, and that was his lust for me, a lust that only I could fulfill. Could I be selfless enough to do something like that? Probably not, but maybe I could try.


[EDIT: WOW. There are a lot of Queer as Folk going on's ... what I'm most excited about is PEOPLE COMING TO SIGN THE BOOK AT BOOK SOUP IN JANUARY!! *breathes* Okay, I don't think that I can handle that. I don't care who's coming, just as long as they do. EXCITING! Now I remember why I moved to LA. *laughs* But Book Soup? That place is so tiny. I'm gonna go check it out this weekend then to scope out the entire area. Oh man ... I bought Vanity Fair there a couple of weeks ago. Strange stuff, but exciting!]

Comments

[amelialourdes.livejournal.com]

I thought that I'd posted a portion of the 5th chapter but it looks like I haven't. I'll post it soon!

[camelhaircoat.livejournal.com]

I'll look forward to that. And Happy Post Valentine's Day!

Love Knows No Bounds parts 5 and 6

[janeaustenfan.livejournal.com]

At one time you did post a part 5 and a part 6 [very short part 6] somewhere because I have them. I'd forgotten about this story until I saw that you had posted in the house and as soon as I saw your name this story popped up into my head so I had to come over and see if you had written more. I remember asking you at the time I read part six if you were going to finish it and you said maybe someday. At the time I don't think your journal was friends only or maybe I was friended at one time but not now. I lost track of the story and forgot to check on it like I used to do before my life got way too busy.

I've definitely been motivated lately to finish it and I do have the time so I'm sure that it'll get done

Now that I'm here I'm curious to know if you did write more. I liked the story and I'm definitely interested in reading more if you decide to complete it. If you did write more and it is f-locked would you consider unlocking it like parts 1-4 or let me friend you to read it. On the other hand if you no longer have parts 5 and 6 I could send them to you. LOL. I've done that for writers before when they have lost stories. I pretty much copy everything I read so I can enlarge the font to a BIG size to read it comfortably. I like to reread stuff so I just keep all of it to save me time later so I don't have to hunt it up again.

Re: Love Knows No Bounds parts 5 and 6

[amelialourdes.livejournal.com]

Now that you've brought it to my attention I'm going to look if I've written more. I always definitely plan on coming back to this. I love it too much to give it up but I know that my style of writing has changed a little bit. For the better I hope, haha.

I believe that I didn't lock parts 1-4 and if I did I'm going to unlock them tonight and put them in my memories so that it's at least accessible. Thank you so much for saving it and bringing this to my attention! If I can't find the chapters then I'm going to ask you to send them to me. I'm going to check on it right now. :)