Lost - Two Timer series - 14. Chapter 14

Justin found the address on the summons and after doing a deposit at the bank he figured he deliver it for Adam. Maybe then AJ will leave him alone, with Patrick as Adam’s focus, he needed no more competition.

He parked down the block. When he walked up, he saw Anton and Patrick climbing into a car driving away.

“What were they doing around here?” he wondered. The car wasn’t a taxi and it was too high-end to be a Hitch, so he suspect it was a personal driver hired by Patrick to impress Anton. “Must be nice to have it all,” he said checking the address again before entering the building.

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Devin sat rereading Tina’s diary about him. The words she spoke to him expressed warmth and hope but the words on the pages before him held resentment, vengeance, and hate. She never planned to come for him. She only wanted Anton to suffer.

He hurled the book across the room seeing it hit the wall and crumpled to the floor. A thought of burning it crossed his mind as he stood up to go pick it up when a knock came to his door.

“Go away,” he said not wanting to see anyone. But then he noticed Patrick’s jacket and a warm anticipation grew in him. “Did he leave it on purpose?” he wondered as he hurried to the door and swung it opened.

Instead of the noble Patrick at his door, an angelic blonde stared back in utter disbelief.

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As Justin climbed the stairs a knot grew in his gut. He’d never served a summons to anyone before and regretted his decision to do it himself. His approach was slow to the recipients’ door as he paused. He checked the door number to be sure he didn’t make a mistake. A bang from inside startled him enough to leave but stopped.

“How is Adam ever going to trust me to go out in the field with him if I can’t deliver a summons?” he said, taking a deep breath, released it and with a shaking fist knocked.

Justin blinked away his fears as the door opened and he sees a familiar face.

“Yeah?” Devin said, disappointed it wasn’t Patrick.

Dumbfounded Justin couldn’t speak.

Devin tilted his head and smiled. The visitor wasn’t the one he wanted but he wasn’t disappointed.

“Hello, can I help you with something?”

Justin blinked and regained control of his tongue. Mortified by his behavior he never lost it with a cute face except the one he was looking at resembled Adam’s.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting, you.”

“Who were you expecting?”

“Sorry that’s not what I meant. It’s just…” Justin stumbled with his words.

“Do you want a glass of water?”

“Please.”

“Come on in and have a seat.”

Justin did as instructed and sat on the couch forgetting he had the summons. Devin came over with a glass of water handing it to Justin who drank it down. He gave the glass back to Devin who only sat it on the coffee table.

“Better?” Devin asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Now, what can I do for you?”

“Are you Devin Murphy?”

“I am.”

“Well I have this for you.” Justin showed the paper to him but didn’t give it to him.

“What is it… um, I didn’t get your name?”

“Justin Shi.”

“Justin, that’s a cute name.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to give me what you brought?”

“Can you answer a question for me first?”

“Sure.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I do, but we have an open relationship.”

“That’s nice.”

Devin noticed Justin wasn’t giving over the paper instead he seemed more interested in staring at him.

“So, Justin,” Devin said, as he shifted closer to the blonde placing his arm behind him. “Do you want to have some fun?”

Justin didn’t hesitate as he dropped the summons and lunged at Devin’s mouth kissing him with purpose. Devin pulled at his clothes as Justin yields to his advances. They tossed Items in all directions as they remained in a deep embrace as Devin maneuvered Justin’s naked body to his bed.

Their passion spilled out as they both released stored up desires onto each other. Justin ran his fingers through the raven hair as Devin sucked his cock. his moans bounced off the walls as his orgasm rushed down Devin’s throat.

Devin forced his legs back as he mounted him. The tightness surrounded him, and the heat kindled his lust to move in the confined place. Justin grasped Devin’s arms as the thrust pound into him.

“Oh, god please harder, fuck me harder,” Justin cried out as the man who resembled his deepest fantasy stared at him.

His hips smashed into the blonde as his cock relished the friction it was receiving. Although Justin was beautiful his fantasy of Patrick beneath him drove his desires as he worked his body until he felt his climax coming. Pulling out he dropped Justin’s legs and edged to his face jerking off his seed onto his willing partner’s face. Closing his eyes, he saw Patrick lapping at his lips to taste his treat as his fingers kneaded his balls.

Devin moved back watching as the image of Patrick shifted back to Justin.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Devin said, going to the bathroom.

Justin heard water running, Devin returned with a wash cloth using it to wipe Justin’s face clean.

“Thanks,” Justin said.

“Your welcome.” They kissed as Justin caressed his cheek. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Can it be stronger than water?”

“I have beer.”

“That’s fine.”

“Be right back.”

Devin climbed off the bed and went to grab the empty glass from the coffee table finding the paper Justin had, now on the floor. Justin sat up looking around eyeing something familiar on a nearby chair.

Devin opened the paper and saw it was a summons. He turned to Justin who wasn’t on the bed anymore but holding a jacket.

“You came to serve me a summons?” Devin asked. Justin ignored him as he held up the jacket he’s seen before.

“Where did you get this jacket?” Justin preyed he was wrong.

“A friend left it here why?”

Justin shook his head disgusted with himself. He ignored Devin again and got dress.

“Hello, what about this?” Devin said holding the summons.

Justin tugged on his jeans when he glanced at Devin who didn’t move to dress.

“Yeah, you’ve been served.”

“Really, servers fuck you before handing it over?”

“This was a mistake.” With his shirt on Justin pulled on his sneakers and searched for his own jacket.

“Was it? So, you have a boyfriend?”

“No, but you have two too many.” Justin grabbed the jacket and moved to the door opening it turning back to Devin with a look of exasperation.

“What is it with men wanting him,” he said flailing his arms, Patrick’s jacket flopping in his grip. “He’s not that special.”

“Who?”

“The one who owns this jacket.”

The door slammed as Devin stood confused by Justin’s comment.