Justin's Secret Ch. 03

He also opened the window and took the liberty to spray the air, just so it didn't smell so blatantly like a burlesque house.

Then, slightly out of breath, he wiped off his previous makeup and quickly applied a fresh layer before he was finished.

"Okay." Justin whispered to himself, collapsing on his now completely dry bed, taking in with a smile that he was now fully satisfied. He already couldn't wait until the next time Brent went out, though.

Satisfied and settled, Justin pulled out the book he was reading on Saturday and put on his glasses, but only got five minutes into it before he got a text.

'Are you decent? Xx' Justin cringed.

'Yep xx'

Once that was sent, it took not even a minute until Brent had unlocked the door and entered, Jason following. They were laughing about something, and Justin pretended to not notice Jason was even there and continued with his book, even though he really wanted to talk to him. It would be more than talk, but he was seriously satisfied for now.

"Do our neighbors hate us?" Brent asked, rising a laugh out of Jason.

Justin was almost mortified, his cheeks burning bright. "Oh, shut up." He mumbled, putting the book into his lap to give his friend a mean stare. "How was your night?"

Brent collapsed onto his bed, Jason following with two beers in his hand, tossing one to his friend. They both cracked their drink open and settled back.

"Want one?" Jason offered, shaking the bag that contained them.

"I'm fine thanks." Justin smiled sweetly, rolling onto his front to give Jason a good look at his ass, putting his book on his pillow. He tried hiding the fact he was excited that Jason was here, pretending to read on like his company hadn't affected anything.

"It was a good laugh." Brent offered, taking a swig of his drink. "And yours?" He asked suggestively, making the pair of them laugh again.

Justin prayed to God Brent hadn't told him the real reason they went out, and he hoped Jason still thought he was just hooking up with someone.

"Oh, hush." Justin scolded, his cheeks still flushed as he turned the page, pretending to be reading. "Why are you drinking on a Monday?" He asked staring down at the words he wasn't even reading, his tone suggesting he didn't really care, when really he just wanted Jason to talk to him.

"It's only a few beers."

Before Justin could reply, his message tone sounded through the room. He sighed, picking up his cell, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

'I meant it about the clinic! Is tomorrow after class okay babe?xx'

Justin groaned audibly before he could even think about it, sitting up on the bed.

'What? No, I don't need to go ha xx'

"What is it?" Brent asked nosily, interrupting his conversation with Jason.

"Nothing -- just Becca she..." his message tone interrupted him.

'Oh hush. Plus I need a new outfit for this weekend, I need a second opinion and you're coming xx'

"What?" Brent pushed, but Justin was distracted.

'I'll shop with you hun but I'm not going to the clinic xx'

Justin then threw his phone to Brent, who caught it smoothly. Justin watched with mortifying shame as Jason leaned in to read.

"Don't go too far up, it's only four messages." Justin warned, knowing that before that there was a conversation about Jason.

"I think she's right." Brent mumbled as he typed something.

Justin was about to protest about writing out a message, but the phone was being thrown back before he could. He read the message Brent said, reading 'He's going even if I have to drag him lol -- Brent xx'.

"Really?" Justin whined. "You agree?"

"I agree too." Jason voiced, surprising Justin. "You were with someone tonight but you were just with Matt on Friday..." He explained, seeing Justin's confusion. "And there's been a lot of rumors before that. It's just safe."

"You were with someone tonight?" Brent asked, sounding both shocked and betrayed that he didn't know.

Justin groaned again, his face flushing hard. "Yes." He mumbled, just to make it seem to Jason that he wasn't a liar. "Can we talk about this later?"

"Oh wow -- I don't care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming." Brent laughed. Justin was relieved he didn't seem angry or upset about his little lie.

"I'd rather go with you anyway." Justin muttered, getting into a little mood.

The boys finished their beers and started on their two out of three, still teasing Justin about his night. Justin played it off like he hated it, but he really did love the banter between him and Jason. It was also a plan to go to the clinic with both Brent and Becca -- Brent knew it was because on the personal information form Justin had to check whether he was male or female, and he decided for himself Becca could go shopping while Justin was finishing up in the clinic with him. He let Justin know that by dropping him a discreet text, which made Justin agree and smile at his thoughtfulness.

"I should probably go." Jason announced once he drained his last beer as it had just gone ten.

"Alright man, I'll see you around." Brent stood once Jason had, seeing him to the door.

Feeling confident as the night had gone down extremely well, Justin also got up to say goodbye. He watched as Brent quickly hugged Jason, and he suddenly got really jealous at that, hiding a pout.

"Bye Justin, I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" He asked rhetorically.

Justin was surprised that the larger male had leaned down for a hug, one much different than Brent's because of his feminine figure. It took him a second to process it and hug back, all the while trying to hide his smile and the fact he was taking in his scent discreetly.

"Yeah, uh, well, bye." Justin mumbled awkwardly and nervously, dreading the moment Jason pulled back to leave.

After one last charming smile and a thank you, Jason left, closing the door behind him. Justin slumped as he relaxed, letting out the breath he was holding.

"Oh my God, that just happened." He babbled on, shamefully excited and giddy that he'd gotten his first hug from Jason. "He smells amazing! I mean, I know he does but, up close he's just..." He sighed out of delight, collapsing onto his bed, smelling his shirt and was almost thrilled to find he could smell Jason's cologne on him still.

"Calm down, I am not going out again." Brent joked, getting onto Justin's bed next to him.

"Oh, ha-ha you're so funny." Justin mocked, hitting him playfully. "I wasn't really with anyone though, just to be clear." Justin clarified, starting to blush again. "I just didn't fancy telling Jason what I was really doing when the subject came up..."

Brent smirked. "I assumed that -- head doesn't take three hours." Justin rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I spoke to him about you." Justin pulled his hand back, looking up at his best friend with wide, hopeful eyes.

"What did he say? Oh my God -- do I wanna know?"

"Probably." Brent smiled as Justin bit his lip, trying to hide his grin. "He said that you're really cool to talk to, and that he's never met someone so hot and sexy that actually has a good personality." Brent paused to let that sink in, watching Justin's face light up. "He might have talked about your ass for a little bit too."

"Oh my God." Justin repeated for the millionth time that night. His smile was starting to hurt his cheeks as he rambled on about his crush.

"I'm not having this all night now, am I?" Brent laughed, hugging his friend, kissing his hair. Although he pretended to be annoyed by his fondness of Jason, he really did love that his best friend was happy. It was a sight that could never get old.