Trust

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An Excerpt From: TRUST

Copyright ? SHAWN LANE, 2009

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?Yeah,
yeah. Goodbye.? He closed his flip phone, his cheeks hot with
embarrassment. He stood up. ?S-sorry. That was my mom.?

Justin?s
expression was unreadable but he nodded. ?Yes, I heard.?

Brad
looked away, unable or unwilling to meet Justin?s gaze. ?The pizza. I?ll
reheat it for you. And tea. I already have the teabag waiting.?

He
moved toward the kitchen but Justin had already moved away from the doorway
and stood in his way. Justin?s fingers curled around the bare skin on his
forearm, sending a powerful jolt straight to his cock.

?Brad,
don?t.?

His
heart leapt into his throat, then plummeted. This was the part where Justin
told him he was calling a cab and getting the hell out of Brad?s apartment.
Misery choked him but he wouldn?t back away from it like a coward.

?How
much did you hear?? he managed to ask.

?All
of it, I think.?

Brad
nodded. ?Just my mother being bossy. It was nothing.?

Olive
green eyes met his. ?You?re wrong, Brad.?

?Wrong??

Justin
stepped very close to Brad, so close he felt the bulge in Justin?s jeans.
So close he felt Justin?s breath on his neck.

?I
want you,? Justin said. ?I want you so bad it?s tearing me up.?

He
pulled Brad?s head down and pressed his lips to Brad?s mouth in a deep,
soul-searing kiss.

The
last thing he ought to be doing was making out with Justin. Brad knew when
it was over Justin would regret it. And so, therefore, would Brad. But it
had been so long since he?d had such human contact. Brad leaned into the
kiss, allowing the sensation of having Justin?s lips on his to overtake
him. Wasn?t this what he wanted? What he?d wanted ever since Justin left
him?

Justin
tore his lips from Brad and searched his gaze. There was unmistakable need
in his green eyes but also an aching vulnerability that made Brad want to
weep.

?Justin,
we shouldn?t go there,? Brad said, making his voice as firm as he could
manage. His gut twisted but he didn?t want to cause Justin any more pain.

?Why
not??

?You
know why not. Let?s? Why don?t we talk about the letters you mentioned? If
there?s a threat to your life, I want to help.?

?No,?
Justin whispered. His long fingers went to the snaps on Brad?s jeans.
?Don?t. I don?t think I can stand any more rejection from you, Brad.?

What?

?Justin,
I haven?t??

Justin
shook his head and dropped to his knees in front of Brad.