Men Are From Where?
Once upon a time there was a guy named Joey.
Now, Joey had a bit of a shall we say reputation. Which quite honestly and truly puzzled him. It wasn't like he didn't honestly like all the various women (and men though that wasn't nearly as well known). And it wasn't like all of his partners didn't have a great time too. Hell, it wasn't even like he didn't call them back. In fact he'd blown through four Palm Pilots trying to keep track of all the numbers. Besides. Joey stretched, watching Justin out of the corner of his eye, if he could only be doing who he wanted to be this wouldn't be a problem at all.
"Hey, Joey." Justin flopped down next to him, yawning and stretching and exposing a long stretch of lean, tan stomach and Joey bit down on his tongue. "How's it going?"
Joey swallowed hard as Justin leaned his head on Joey's shoulder. He could smell the scent of Dial coming off Justin's skin and it took everything he had not to lean over and lick Justin's neck. "Eh, pretty good, getting ready to go out." Joey grabbed his two way, checking the directions again. Why Angela liked going to these dives in the middle of nowhere he didn't even want to fathom.
"Yeah." Justin snorted. "Of course you are."
Joey looked at him, puzzled by the sharpness of Justin's tone. "What the hell does that mean?" Joey turned so that he was fully facing Justin.
"Nothing. Forget I said anything." Justin went to shove away and Joey grabbed his wrist.
"No way. You don't get to say something like that and then bolt, Justin." Joey pulled Justin close. "Spill."
"It's nothing, Joey." Justin tried to squirm away and Joey tightened his grip.
"Nope." Joey eyed Justin, watching the little spots of color that always appeared when Justin was lying bloom on Justin's cheeks. "So I'm going out, it's not even really a date."
"None of them ever really are." Justin muttered under his breath and Joey frowned deeply.
"Justin. What the hell is wrong with you? It's not like it's any of your business." Joey sighed. "You know, whatever. I'm not really with anyone right now and I'm going to do what I want."
Joey went to stand, thumping against the arm of the couch as Justin all but tackled him back down. "You always do what you want. That's the problem!" Justin was nearly yelling at him now and Joey stared up at him wide eyed.
"Justin," Joey tried to keep his voice low and calm. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Yeah, that's the question isn't it. What's wrong with me? Why don't you tell me?" Justin poked Joey in the chest. "What the hell is wrong with me, huh?" Justin's voice cracked a bit. "Why do you want everyone but me?"
Joey stared at Justin, blinking rapidly as the words penetrated his mind. "Want? Why don't I want you?" Joey blinked again. "How the hell can you even think that I don't?"
Justin stared at Joey. Joey stared at Justin. In the end it was Justin who lost it first.
"You, you mean," Justin fought to heave in a breath as he collapsed on Joey's chest, shaking with laughter. "You want me and I want you and we've been these like Lifetime movie chicks about it all this time."
Joey grinned as he slid a hand up under Justin's shirt. "Looks like it." He twisted just enough to reach back and grab the pager. "Gimme a sec. I gotta change plans for tonight."
Justin beamed as he watched Joey tap out a message, Joey's fingers brushing gently across the small of his back.