Thanks a lot for all of your feedback! I'm so happy that you love that story. =) And especially for you there will be a happy B/J ending. I know at the moment it doesn't look so, but it will change. ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Justin’s POV I felt so bad. I never thought that something like that could happen to me. I never had a problem before to stay faithful to Ethan. “Hey, what’s wrong? I know that you want me. Don’t deny it.” Brian, the bastard, whispered tenderly and slowly let his finger glide down my cheek. I started to tremble. God, how I hated my reaction to him! I had a chance against his ribald patters. But against his fondness I had no chance at all! I got a funny feeling in my stomach. Damn, that wasn’t good! That’s why I briefly felt relieved when I heard some steps and the sound of a key in the keyhole. Somebody came to rescue me. But then I realized that Ethan was coming back. SHIT! How should I explain to him that I was sitting here next to Brian in an intimate proximity. And then I still had that noticeable wet stain on my pants. He will immediately know what I have done. Oh shit, shit, shit!! I had to get rid of this perfidious piece of clothing and already fumbled on the button. But then my frozen brain fortunately worked again. It would look even more suspicious if I sat half-naked next to Brian. Oh damn! I quickly put a pillow in my lap, just right in time because somebody opened the door in this moment. “Fucking idiot!” Ethan mumbled under his breath when he entered the room. “Brian? What are you doing here?” He looked puzzled at us. “I just wanted to get my shirt back. And then I decided to wait for you. I wanted to know if it worked with your big career?” Brian smiled sweetly. God, I wanted to swipe off his smile. Seems as if he still wanted Ethan although he had kissed ME. Grrrr. I could hardly hide my anger. Ethan was just as angry, but for another reason. “Bah, I couldn’t even introduce myself there. Because I didn’t make it to the address. That stupid blind fucker drove against my car. The entire back of the car is crushed. But my poor violin had been in the trunk. And now it is nothing more left than several splinters of wood. I can’t play with it anymore.” “Thanks god.” Was my first thought. But then I remembered that this was my boyfriend and I should feel sorry for him. Brian’s POV Fuck! It wasn’t planned that way! Okay, I was happy that he couldn’t torture us anymore with his so called music, but he was back early now. And so I didn’t have an opportunity to seduce Justin. And now where I had a taste, I really wanted more! Destiny didn’t seem to be on my side. But that didn’t mean I would give up now. I would find a way to get Justin in my bed. And if this was the last thing I would do here on earth!! But for now I had to go. I couldn’t do anything with Justin right now. And I really didn’t want to hear weasel lamenting about his broken violin. Justin’s POV I had to console Ethan. I had to kiss him. I had to prove that kissing him was pure passion as well. I needed to get hard! That way I could salve consciences and prove myself that Brian wasn’t the only one that I desired. “Come here, babe.” I said, without arising from the couch. (Remember my wet pants? It would have looked a bit stupid if I got up and held the pillow in front of my crotch.) Ethan sat next to me and immediately put his flappy (ahm, luscious!!) lips on my mouth. Unfortunately the kiss wasn’t very exciting. Well, it wasn’t disgusting either. After all, Eth was my boyfriend. But kissing my mother would have had the same effect. My cock didn’t even stir. Nevertheless I pretended that it was the best kiss I ever got. That way I also could tell Ethan I just came into my pants from it. So I would make him happy again and I could save our relationship. I really wanted to celebrate our first anniversary! Brian’s POV I was in my apartment again and heard some moaning on the other side of the wall. God how stupid have I been! Of course, Justin was consoling the fiddler now!! Urgh! I wanted to run over, grab weasel and throw him out of the window. Oh yeah, then I could live with Justin happily ever after. Oh, did I say live with him? I mean fuck him, of course. (Stupid slip of the tongue, he) I intensely tried to think of something else and block out the noises that the happy couple made. But I didn’t succeeded. The thought that weasel had his dirty hands all over my Justin’s body was simply driving me insane. There was no way that I would let them fuck now!! And suddenly I knew what I had to do!