"I didn't do it," Justin protested as Chris dragged him into his hotel room and threw him towards the bed. "Chris! I swear, I didn't."
Chris glared at him, fists curled at his sides. "What the fuck where you thinking?" he exploded, ignoring Justin. "Did you think we wouldn't *notice? How could you be so stupid?"
Justin blinked up at him, trying to keep the tears out of his eyes and voice. "Chris, it wasn't me! It wasn't!" He tried to use his eyes to convince his irate friend.
Chris just barked out a laugh. "Right. And it wasn't you the last time, right? Or the time before?"
"Well, no, those were me," Justin admitted. That didn't bode well, he realized. "But not this time! I swear it."
"You really expect me to believe you?" Chris asked. "Goddamn, kid, you don't even realize, do you?"
"I'm not a kid," Justin said hotly, straightening his back. "I'm 16, and I-"
"And you need to get a clue!" Chris shouted over him. "I'm so sick of- Stand up!" he ordered.
Justin did automatically as Chris sat down on the bed Justin had vacated. He'd only seen Chris this mad a few times before, and it had never been directed at him. He started as Chris yanked him down, hard, over Chris's lap. "What the hell?" Justin asked, his stomach dropping, as he struggled to roll himself off Chris. Chris held on with an iron grip, though, and caught Justin's legs between his own. "Chris, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked frantically, starting to get really worried.
His only answer was a hard *thwack* that caused Justin to yelp. "Chris! Stop!" he cried, but Chris ignored him again. Justin felt smack after smack land on his ass and thighs, burning even through the tough denim. He tried to struggle valiently, begging Chris to stop, but finally the words got caught in the tears burning this throat and all that came out were his sobs.
It was a few more minutes before Justin realized that the spanks had stopped. Chris was rubbing little circles into the small of his back, and talking in a low voice. Justin didn't even try to listen, just kept crying, head hung low, angry at Chris and maybe a little at himself. Finally Chris stood him up on shaky legs. Justin refused to look at him. He heard Chris sigh, and he was led to the head of the bed.
He pushed Chris away when Chris tried to help him undress, and did it himself. he slid into the bed on his stomach, still keeping his head turned from Chris. He hadn't done anything, damn it! He didn't deserve to be treated like a little kid. He wasn't anymore. He wasn't.
Despite that, Justin let Chris tuck him in and press a kiss to his hair. Maybe Chris was feeling bad. He certainly should, Justin thought.
"I'm sorry, Jup," Chris said softly, as if he was reading Justin's thoughts. He smoothed his hair. "I know you hated it. And I know you said that you didn't do it. But you've done it before, I know, and you'd do it again. Jup, you just can't do things like that. We worry about you. Just, you know, try and keep that in mind."
Justin lay still and Chris signed. "Right. Night, Jup. I'll see you in the morning."
He left and closed the door quietly behind him. Justin relaxed a little, and swiped at his nose. The door opened again a minute later, and he froze.
"Justin?" Lance said softly. he closed the door and knelt next to Justin's bed. "Are you okay? Chris was pretty mad."
Justin glared at him. "What do you think?" he ground out. "Do I look okay? You know exactly what happened here."
"I know. I just wanted to thank you for taking the rap," Lance said. "I owe you one, okay?"
"One?" Justin said, his voice scaling up. "Oh, no, Lance. You owe me way more than one. We're going to be settling this one for a very long time." He smirked at Lance, who was starting to look like maybe Chris would have been the better option...
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