Chapter 18

"Joey...come on...baby...almost...there..." Lance huffed as Joey thrusted in and out from behind. They both lay on their sides, Joey holding onto Lances' shoulders, Lance looking over his shoulder from time to time at Joey. "God Joey..."

Grunting to heavily to talk, Joey only nodded to Lances' statement, obliging with his request.

"Oh God," Lance gasped, his head fell back to the pillow, whimpering quietly. Bucking his hips backwards so Joey could go deeper, he reached up and held tightly onto Joeys' hand.

Squeezing Lances' hand to let him know he was still there, Joey squeezed tighter and thrusts a few more times, until they both reached their climaxes.

Lance shot his load first, followed by Joey. But this time instead of shouting, the blond only whimpered, then whispered, "That...that was awesome...Justin..."

To exhausted to hear the slip up, at least right away, Joey collapsed next to Lance to catch his breath. After a few minutes, Joey finally realized it. "What did you just call me."

"Huh? What?" Lance asked, rolling over into Joeys' arms. "I told you that was great. What else would I tell you?"

"I called you Joey, why? You got another name you want me to use? Perhaps Wolfie?" It didn't even click with Lance about the name drop.

Shaking his head, Joey replied, "No, I just thought I heard you call me by another name."

"Why would I call you by anything else other then your name?" Lance whispered, a smile spreading on his face as he kissed Joeys' shoulder. "I love you Justy."

Finally it dawned on Lance. Looking up into Joeys' eyes, Lance whispered, "Oh God, I called you Ju...Justin. I'm so sorry."

Putting his arm around Lance, he replied, "Then I'm sorry I got mad, it won't happen again. I don't like being called by names that aren't mine."

Staying quiet, Lance snuggled into Joeys' body, his hand resting lightly on his chest. "I didn't mean to call you that Ju...Joey..."

"Okay, you're forgiven then," Joey said, not hearing the slip up again. Leaning over, he kissed Lances' forehead.

Breathing a sigh of reliefe, Lance closed his eyes, letting his body relax and giving it time to come down from the rush. Tracing patterns lightly in Joeys' chest with his fingers, he soon found himself tracing 'L-A-N-C-E-P-L-U-S-J-U-S-T-I-N'.

Laughing quietly, Lance started spelling it out as he wrote it again. "L...A...N...C...E...P...L...U...S...J...U...S..." Then abruptly stopped. "Nothing, nevermind, it was just some stupid pattern."

"I'm not seeing a pattern there, but I know you wouldn't lie to me, so whatever you say."

After a few minutes passed, Lance was at it again, this time whispering each letter as he wrote it on Joeys' chest. "J...U...S...T...Y..."

Looking up at Joey, Lance ran the letters through his mind to spell them out. When it hit him, he looked up at Joey. "Um...he must...must be thinking of me?"

"He must really really be thinking of me?" Lance tried, not wanting to tell Joey the truth.

"He must um...really really REALLY be thinking of me?" the blond asked, fearfully watching as Joey stood to his full 6 foot 1 inch height, towering over him on the bed.

"Nice try," Joey said. "Why don't you just stay in here and sleep. I'll be in the other room if you need me." Storming out of the room, he slammed the door behind him.

"Joey, I'm sorry," Lance whispered, standing and pulling on a pair of boxers. Slowly making his way to the door, he opened it and slowly walked down to the next room, lightly wrapping on the door.

"I know you did...I...I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I...I don't know why I'm thinking of Justin. Honest I don't. He's not all the great in bed. Not like you. He means nothing to me Joey."

Torn between hurt and anger, Joey didn't know how to react at first. He finally did react back picking Lance up and carrying him back to his bedroom, laying him down on the bed, the handcuffs following. Once that was done, Joey turned around again and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Joey," Lance called, trying in vain to get loose. "Please, I'm sorry, you have to believe me! Please Joey! Don't leave me here!"

Ignoring Lance, Joey walked out the front door, slamming that door too. Unlocking the 4Runner, he hopped in and turned the engine over, driving away.

"Joey! Please! Come back! I'm sorry! I swear to God I'm sorry! Please, don't leave me here! I'm so sorry!" Lance shouted as loud as he could when he heard the 4Runner driving away from the house. "Joey please I love you! I'm sorry!"

Joey drove off to wherever he could think of; he finally found a clearing in the woods that overlooked the water. Getting out of the parked car, he sat by the banks, thinking in silence for a few hours before returning to the house.

"I'm so sorry," Lance whispered, his cheeks red with the tears that fell from his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Walking in the front door, Joey threw the keys on the kitchen counter, then walked over to the carrier that was sitting on the floor. Taking Jez out, he held her gently as he walked over and sat down in the corner.

"Joey, please." His voice was now hoarse from shouting for a good few hours. Then when he couldn't shout anymore, he whispered. And now that he couldn't even whisper, he only whimpered.

Hearing the whimpering from the other room, Joey walked in with Jez in his hands. "What?" Lance only closed his eyes and continued to whimper at the sight of Joey. "Lance make up your mind. First you were whimpering cause I wasn't in the room, now you're whimpering cause I am in the room. What the hell do you want."

Leaning against the door, Joey crossed his arms, Jez falling in the nook. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I...I'm sor...sorry," the blond repeated as loud as his voice would let him speak.

Finally standing straight, Joey crossed the room. Uncuffing the ankel cuffs from the bed post, he then cuffed them to each other making makeshift shackles. Then he went to the front of the bed; uncuffing one cuff from the bed post. He uncuffed the other hand and brought them together in front of Lance. Pointing towards the bathroom, he said simply, "Go..."

Lance slowly stood and even more slowly did he make his way to the bathroom. The handcuffs clanged together on the floor. Thoughts of bolting were racing through his mind, but with the 'shackles' around his ankles, and Joey standing between him and the door, there was little chance. Turning to look back at Joey, Lance croaked, "I...I'm sorry?"

Shaking his head, Lance turned and faced Joey. "I...I just wanted...up...Joey, I'm sorry."

Getting a firm look on his face, Joey hissed, "Get your ass in there and do something then. Cause right now, you're staring to make my blood boil."

"When...when can we...we go home?" Lance asked, trying to say anything to at least make Joey talk with him.

"Then get back in bed so I can get you settled down again," the older one instructed, a smirk playing across his face.

Lance only shook his head, taking a step back. "No...Joey, please. Can't we talk?"

Anger flaring across his face, Joey pointed in either direction as he mentioned them. "Either get in there and do soemthing or get back in bed."

"N...no..." Lance stuttered. "Joey...I...I won't do...what you tell me to do...not anymore..."

Moving so that he was face to face with Lance, Joey repeated, "I'd like to see you try."

Pushing Lance against the wall roughly, Joey hissed, "Oh really? And you think you're in a position where you can tell me what to do now?"

"St...stop..." was the only thing Lance said. He knew he had to start standing up for himself, promise to be a good boyfriend or no promise.

With his handcuffed hands, Lance connected squarly with Joeys' jaw, then took off running. He made it as far as the hallway until both his back and the shackles around his ankles' stopped him.

Charking after him, madder then a hornet, Joey loomed over Lance, then started blowing punchest to his face. "You think you can hit me? Huh!?"

Trying to turn over or ever fight back, to kick his legs at least, Lance found that he couldn't. A sharp pain went down his back and the pain to his face from Joeys' punches wasn't helping either. Trying to block the fists, Lance fought as best he could. "Stop! Joey stop!"

Sobbing, and bleeding profussly, Lance choked out, "My legs...I...I can't feel my legs..." Joey picked him up and carried him back to Lances' bedroom, throwing him onto the bed returning his hands to the posts, leaving his feet in the shackles.

As the bed conformed to his back, Lance let out an earsplitting shout of pain. "Joey please. Take me back...I...I can't feel my legs, and I...I can't move them. Joey please. It hurts so bad. Please!"

Doing his idea of helping, Joey went to get the chloroform. Before knocking Lance out, the older one asked, "Think I'm stupid enough to take you back?" Then, before Lance could answer, he placed the rag over his boyfriends' mouth and nostrils.

Shaking his head, trying to get away from the rag, Lance looked up at Joey, fear in his eyes. "Please Joey. It hu...hurts..." he managed to get out before once again, th chloroform took effect. Joey only went back to his room to play with the kitten, until Lance woke. Maybe then, Joey thought, he could talk some sense into him.

Once Joey placed Jez on the floor, she walked proudly, her tail in the air, over to the farrett who was still in its cage. Sniffing at it, the kitten meowed quietly and walked around the room, her tail always in the air as if to tell Dirk, 'Ha, I'm out and your not, so nah to you.'

"Jezebel, be nice," Joey laughed. She only looked at him with her baby blue eyes and meowed before continuing her exploring. Laughing lightly at the kittens antics, Joey replied, "Crazy cat."

Jez ignored Joeys' reply, she was to interested in a cricket that had found its way into Joeys' room. Tryig to catch it with her front paws, the pesky bug kept slipping through and jumping, Jez jumping after it. Sometimes she'd stand on her back feet to try and catch it; other times she'd leap fully into the air. But the cricket kept right on dodging the kittens paws.

"Ftt, hss, ftt," Jez replied, getting annoyed with the uncatchable cricket. Joey figured that since the door to his room was locked, he could let Dirk out to play as well. At the newcomer, Jez forgot about the cricket. This sleek, grey thing looked so much easier to catch.

"Meow," she replied, walking carefully over to examine the new thing, her nose twitching in anticipation. Dirk just stuck his nose int he air and walked away. "FTT!" Jez snapped, racking her paw over Dirks' tail. Dirk turned and hissed, swatting back. "Hsss," the kitten retorted, arching her back, making her look bigger and meaner then she really was.

Picking up Jez in one hand, Dirk on the other, Joey looked between them both. "If you two can't get along, then you'll both have to be put in the corner, seperated. In your carriers."

Giving her 'daddy' a pity look, Jez licked his hand gently, then looked up at him. "Meow?"

Laughing, Joey looked at both pets in his arms. "Lets go check on Dirks' daddy shall we?"

Joey walked out of his room to Lances' leaving the door opened. Sitting down in the corner, he waited for Lance to wake up.

Jez started to squirm in Joeys' hand. 'Oh, a new room, new things to find and catch...' Joey just laughed and let he down, reaching over and gently shutting the door first. Making her way over to the bedspread, Jez jumped up, catching part of it with her paw. Climbing up, she found Lance still sleeping. Crawling all over him, she sniffed at his chest and neck, then went on to his ear and hair.

"Meow?" Looking up at Joey, she walked back down Lances' chest and hopped off onto the bed next to him. Looking over the edge of the bed, she meowed again, before jumping down safely and walking back to Joey.

Putting Dirk on the floor, Joey let them try to play again. "Meow?" Looking up at Joey, she walked back down Lances' chest and hopped off onto the bed next to him. Looking over the edge of the bed, she meowed again, before jumping down safely and walking back to Joey. He only petted the cat absent-mindedly. "Meow..." Jez purred, laying down and closing her eyes as she drifted off to sleep.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to When Love Hurts Chapter 18 "Joey...come on...baby...almost...there..." Lance huffed as Joey thrusted in and out from behind. They both lay on their sides, Joey holding onto Lances' shoulders, Lance looking over his shoulder from time to time at Joey. "God Joey..." Grunting to heavily to talk, Joey only nodded to Lances' statement, obliging with his request. "Oh God," Lance gasped, his head fell back to the pillow, whimpering quietly. Bucking his hips backwards so Joey could go deeper, he reached up and held tightly onto Joeys' hand. Squeezing Lances' hand to let him know he was still there, Joey squeezed tighter and thrusts a few more times, until they both reached their climaxes. Lance shot his load first, followed by Joey. But this time instead of shouting, the blond only whimpered, then whispered, "That...that was awesome...Justin..." To exhausted to hear the slip up, at least right away, Joey collapsed next to Lance to catch his breath. After a few minutes, Joey finally realized it. "What did you just call me." "Huh? What?" Lance asked, rolling over into Joeys' arms. "I told you that was great. What else would I tell you?" "You just called me a name," Joey voiced. "What did you call me?" "I called you Joey, why? You got another name you want me to use? Perhaps Wolfie?" It didn't even click with Lance about the name drop. Shaking his head, Joey replied, "No, I just thought I heard you call me by another name." "Why would I call you by anything else other then your name?" Lance whispered, a smile spreading on his face as he kissed Joeys' shoulder. "I love you Justy." "You just did it again," Joey objected. "What are you calling me?" Finally it dawned on Lance. Looking up into Joeys' eyes, Lance whispered, "Oh God, I called you Ju...Justin. I'm so sorry." "You better be, cause you do it again, and you will pay." "It...it won't happen again..." the blond whispered. "I'm so sorry..." Putting his arm around Lance, he replied, "Then I'm sorry I got mad, it won't happen again. I don't like being called by names that aren't mine." Staying quiet, Lance snuggled into Joeys' body, his hand resting lightly on his chest. "I didn't mean to call you that Ju...Joey..." "Okay, you're forgiven then," Joey said, not hearing the slip up again. Leaning over, he kissed Lances' forehead. Breathing a sigh of reliefe, Lance closed his eyes, letting his body relax and giving it time to come down from the rush. Tracing patterns lightly in Joeys' chest with his fingers, he soon found himself tracing 'L-A-N-C-E-P-L-U-S-J-U-S-T-I-N'. Lifting his head slightly, Joey asked, "What are you writing?" "Nothing..." "Well then, that pretty much says that you are. What are you writing." Laughing quietly, Lance started spelling it out as he wrote it again. "L...A...N...C...E...P...L...U...S...J...U...S..." Then abruptly stopped. "Nothing, nevermind, it was just some stupid pattern." "A pattern with letters?" "Yeah..." "I'm not seeing a pattern there, but I know you wouldn't lie to me, so whatever you say." After a few minutes passed, Lance was at it again, this time whispering each letter as he wrote it on Joeys' chest. "J...U...S...T...Y..." Sitting up completely, Joey asked, "What are you doing?" Looking up at Joey, Lance ran the letters through his mind to spell them out. When it hit him, he looked up at Joey. "Um...he must...must be thinking of me?" Not buying it at all, Joey hissed, "Try a better excuse." "He must really really be thinking of me?" Lance tried, not wanting to tell Joey the truth. "Try again," he instructed, starting to stand up. "He must um...really really REALLY be thinking of me?" the blond asked, fearfully watching as Joey stood to his full 6 foot 1 inch height, towering over him on the bed. "Nice try," Joey said. "Why don't you just stay in here and sleep. I'll be in the other room if you need me." Storming out of the room, he slammed the door behind him. "Joey, I'm sorry," Lance whispered, standing and pulling on a pair of boxers. Slowly making his way to the door, he opened it and slowly walked down to the next room, lightly wrapping on the door. Throwing the door open, Joey hissed, "I thought I told you to stay in bed?!" "I know you did...I...I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I...I don't know why I'm thinking of Justin. Honest I don't. He's not all the great in bed. Not like you. He means nothing to me Joey." Torn between hurt and anger, Joey didn't know how to react at first. He finally did react back picking Lance up and carrying him back to his bedroom, laying him down on the bed, the handcuffs following. Once that was done, Joey turned around again and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Joey," Lance called, trying in vain to get loose. "Please, I'm sorry, you have to believe me! Please Joey! Don't leave me here!" Ignoring Lance, Joey walked out the front door, slamming that door too. Unlocking the 4Runner, he hopped in and turned the engine over, driving away. "Joey! Please! Come back! I'm sorry! I swear to God I'm sorry! Please, don't leave me here! I'm so sorry!" Lance shouted as loud as he could when he heard the 4Runner driving away from the house. "Joey please I love you! I'm sorry!" Joey drove off to wherever he could think of; he finally found a clearing in the woods that overlooked the water. Getting out of the parked car, he sat by the banks, thinking in silence for a few hours before returning to the house. ----- "I'm so sorry," Lance whispered, his cheeks red with the tears that fell from his eyes. "I'm so sorry." Walking in the front door, Joey threw the keys on the kitchen counter, then walked over to the carrier that was sitting on the floor. Taking Jez out, he held her gently as he walked over and sat down in the corner. "Joey, please." His voice was now hoarse from shouting for a good few hours. Then when he couldn't shout anymore, he whispered. And now that he couldn't even whisper, he only whimpered. Hearing the whimpering from the other room, Joey walked in with Jez in his hands. "What?" Lance only closed his eyes and continued to whimper at the sight of Joey. "Lance make up your mind. First you were whimpering cause I wasn't in the room, now you're whimpering cause I am in the room. What the hell do you want." "I'm sor...sorry," Lance managed to whisper barely. Leaning against the door, Joey crossed his arms, Jez falling in the nook. "Speak up, I can't hear you." "I...I'm sor...sorry," the blond repeated as loud as his voice would let him speak. "What happened to your voice?" "Shou...shouting..." "Shouting at what? Jez was in her carrier, so was Dirk." "For...you..." "Well, I'm here now. What do you want?" "Let me up?" "What for?" Trying anything, Lance asked weakly, "Bathroom?" Finally standing straight, Joey crossed the room. Uncuffing the ankel cuffs from the bed post, he then cuffed them to each other making makeshift shackles. Then he went to the front of the bed; uncuffing one cuff from the bed post. He uncuffed the other hand and brought them together in front of Lance. Pointing towards the bathroom, he said simply, "Go..." Lance slowly stood and even more slowly did he make his way to the bathroom. The handcuffs clanged together on the floor. Thoughts of bolting were racing through his mind, but with the 'shackles' around his ankles, and Joey standing between him and the door, there was little chance. Turning to look back at Joey, Lance croaked, "I...I'm sorry?" "Prove it..." "How?" "However you can, but for now, didn't you say you ahd to go to the bathroom?" Shaking his head, Lance turned and faced Joey. "I...I just wanted...up...Joey, I'm sorry." Getting a firm look on his face, Joey hissed, "Get your ass in there and do something then. Cause right now, you're staring to make my blood boil." "When...when can we...we go home?" Lance asked, trying to say anything to at least make Joey talk with him. "When I feel like it," Joey answered. "Would you just get in there and go?" "I...I don't have...have to..." "Then get back in bed so I can get you settled down again," the older one instructed, a smirk playing across his face. Lance only shook his head, taking a step back. "No...Joey, please. Can't we talk?" "About what?" Joey asked, taking a step forward. "Anything, the weather, Jez, Justin...no, not Justin! I didn't say it!" Anger flaring across his face, Joey pointed in either direction as he mentioned them. "Either get in there and do soemthing or get back in bed." "N...no..." Lance stuttered. "Joey...I...I won't do...what you tell me to do...not anymore..." "You gonna stand up to me?" Joey asked. "I'd like to se you try." Shaking his head again, Lance echoed, "I'm done listening...to you..." Moving so that he was face to face with Lance, Joey repeated, "I'd like to see you try." Lowering his eyes, Lance again repeated, "I...I won't listen...to...to you..." Pushing Lance against the wall roughly, Joey hissed, "Oh really? And you think you're in a position where you can tell me what to do now?" "St...stop..." was the only thing Lance said. He knew he had to start standing up for himself, promise to be a good boyfriend or no promise. "You gonna make me?" Joey asked, challengingly. "Stop..." "NO!!!" "Stop Joey!" "MAKE ME!!!" With his handcuffed hands, Lance connected squarly with Joeys' jaw, then took off running. He made it as far as the hallway until both his back and the shackles around his ankles' stopped him. Charking after him, madder then a hornet, Joey loomed over Lance, then started blowing punchest to his face. "You think you can hit me? Huh!?" Trying to turn over or ever fight back, to kick his legs at least, Lance found that he couldn't. A sharp pain went down his back and the pain to his face from Joeys' punches wasn't helping either. Trying to block the fists, Lance fought as best he could. "Stop! Joey stop!" Throwing a couple more punches, Joey then stopped and hissed, "Why should I?" Sobbing, and bleeding profussly, Lance choked out, "My legs...I...I can't feel my legs..." Joey picked him up and carried him back to Lances' bedroom, throwing him onto the bed returning his hands to the posts, leaving his feet in the shackles. As the bed conformed to his back, Lance let out an earsplitting shout of pain. "Joey please. Take me back...I...I can't feel my legs, and I...I can't move them. Joey please. It hurts so bad. Please!" Doing his idea of helping, Joey went to get the chloroform. Before knocking Lance out, the older one asked, "Think I'm stupid enough to take you back?" Then, before Lance could answer, he placed the rag over his boyfriends' mouth and nostrils. Shaking his head, trying to get away from the rag, Lance looked up at Joey, fear in his eyes. "Please Joey. It hu...hurts..." he managed to get out before once again, th chloroform took effect. Joey only went back to his room to play with the kitten, until Lance woke. Maybe then, Joey thought, he could talk some sense into him. Once Joey placed Jez on the floor, she walked proudly, her tail in the air, over to the farrett who was still in its cage. Sniffing at it, the kitten meowed quietly and walked around the room, her tail always in the air as if to tell Dirk, 'Ha, I'm out and your not, so nah to you.' "Jezebel, be nice," Joey laughed. She only looked at him with her baby blue eyes and meowed before continuing her exploring. Laughing lightly at the kittens antics, Joey replied, "Crazy cat." Jez ignored Joeys' reply, she was to interested in a cricket that had found its way into Joeys' room. Tryig to catch it with her front paws, the pesky bug kept slipping through and jumping, Jez jumping after it. Sometimes she'd stand on her back feet to try and catch it; other times she'd leap fully into the air. But the cricket kept right on dodging the kittens paws. With a full out laugh, Joey asked, Can Dirk play with you?" "Ftt, hss, ftt," Jez replied, getting annoyed with the uncatchable cricket. Joey figured that since the door to his room was locked, he could let Dirk out to play as well. At the newcomer, Jez forgot about the cricket. This sleek, grey thing looked so much easier to catch. Seeing the look in her eyes, Joey said, "JEZ!" "Meow," she replied, walking carefully over to examine the new thing, her nose twitching in anticipation. Dirk just stuck his nose int he air and walked away. "FTT!" Jez snapped, racking her paw over Dirks' tail. Dirk turned and hissed, swatting back. "Hsss," the kitten retorted, arching her back, making her look bigger and meaner then she really was. Picking up Jez in one hand, Dirk on the other, Joey looked between them both. "If you two can't get along, then you'll both have to be put in the corner, seperated. In your carriers." Giving her 'daddy' a pity look, Jez licked his hand gently, then looked up at him. "Meow?" "You too young lady." "Meow?" "I don't speak kitty..." Licking Joeys' hand again, Jez purred and looked up into Joeys' eyes. Laughing, Joey looked at both pets in his arms. "Lets go check on Dirks' daddy shall we?" "Meow..." Joey walked out of his room to Lances' leaving the door opened. Sitting down in the corner, he waited for Lance to wake up. Jez started to squirm in Joeys' hand. 'Oh, a new room, new things to find and catch...' Joey just laughed and let he down, reaching over and gently shutting the door first. Making her way over to the bedspread, Jez jumped up, catching part of it with her paw. Climbing up, she found Lance still sleeping. Crawling all over him, she sniffed at his chest and neck, then went on to his ear and hair. "Jezebel," Joey hissed softly. "Don't wake him up!" "Meow?" Looking up at Joey, she walked back down Lances' chest and hopped off onto the bed next to him. Looking over the edge of the bed, she meowed again, before jumping down safely and walking back to Joey. Putting Dirk on the floor, Joey let them try to play again. "Meow?" Looking up at Joey, she walked back down Lances' chest and hopped off onto the bed next to him. Looking over the edge of the bed, she meowed again, before jumping down safely and walking back to Joey. He only petted the cat absent-mindedly. "Meow..." Jez purred, laying down and closing her eyes as she drifted off to sleep.