Inside the hallway, outside the washroom…
Amber and Jonathan were still inside.
The moans hadn't stopped for almost an hour.
The walls seemed too thin for Justin and Eric.
justin: red from head to toe 😳
(why are they still going on …?!)
eric: face blank 😶
(but his mind wasn't blank. not at all.)
He had heard these kinds of sounds too many times in his past —
in a way that was painful, humiliating, frightening.
But this time…
watching Justin's ears go red,
watching him fidget and avoid eye contact,
the sound made something different stir in him.
Something warm.
Something confusing.
Something he didn't know he was allowed to want.
justin: "I-I think we should… go. They're… busy."
He grabs Eric's wrist, pulling him away.
Eric doesn't move.
He suddenly pulls Justin back
Justin's back hits the wall with a soft thud.
justin: "E–Eric?" 😳
Eric looks at him…
eyes full of fear
and longing
and hunger he doesn't understand.
eric: voice small, trembling
"…you said we'd wait until marriage."
He lifts his hand slowly, hesitating.
"But at least… can you hold me?"
removed his first upper button of the shirt
His voice cracks.
eric: "Touch my back… my shoulders… anywhere.
Just… just so I know it's not like that witch it's belongs to you."
Removed second button..
Justin freezes.
Not out of disgust —
but out of shock at how much pain was hidden in those words.
justin: heart dropping
"Eric… hey…"
Before he could finish his sentence,Eric pulled Justin close to his collar bone
Eric : suck it hubby it's all yours
Justin : can feel both Eric's pain and lust
Not at all sucking,
It felt like Eric was not in his councious
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