Turn Around [Jick/Joick] (Two)

Part 2

He stood rigidly as the man's hands lingered everywhere, and as they settled lightly on his hips, suddenly the older, very beautiful man was leaning toward him, and he could swear the man was staring at his lips. Oh, no. No, no, no. He'd seen this in movies before, not between two guys, but nevertheless, he'd seen it, and he was simply not okay with this happening. Not right now, and not ever. He could see the lust in the slightly older man's eyes, and he could feel the nausea in the pit of his stomach as the older man licked his lips and ducked his head. Now he was faced with a dilemma. Caught between desire and ethics.
"Don't," he said. His voice was weak, but it was still present. The man slowly and reluctantly let his hands fall limp, whispering, "Come on."
"No," he said again, sounding, if possible, even less confident in his choice. He wasn't the least bit sure of what he was supposed to do at this point, so he continued to stand awkwardly in front of this man, with his eyes pointed below the man's chin. Suddenly, the man picked up his hands again, placing them on the younger boy's belt. He took a sharp breath in as the man knelt down, and lifted up the corners of his shirt a little. The man caressed his stomach a little before kissing his hip bones. No one had ever given him so much pleasure, and it felt oh so good. When he felt a tightening around his jeans a bit, he ripped away and began to sprint in a direction. In the opposite direction, left, right, north, east, west, it didn't matter to him, as long as it was away.

He stormed at least 20 strong, defiant paces before the other man went after him.
"Wait." He continued to walk away. Why wasn't he afraid of this man? Why did he want to run to him instead of away from him? The man stopped in front of him, and he instinctively whipped his head away from his bewildering face, and to the ground.
"You left your bag."

"Nick," the 22 year-old said, extending a hand toward him. Although he couldn't see the man's face, he knew that he spoke with a smile. When he timidly refused to shake Nick's hand, the man lifted his chin up with the hallow space between his thumb and index finger. After moments upon moments of losing his way in the constructions of Nick's features, the younger boy finally spoke.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, his reclusive personality completely dominating his curiosity.
"Your name'd be nice." He tore himself away from Nick then, speaking louder than he had since he'd moved here.
"That's none of your fucking business." He had turned away from the man once again, but Nick caught up with him again, stumbling about himself before the younger man left for good. He searched through his pockets before finding a crumpled up receipt and a thick sharpie. As he began to scribble on it, he said, "Well, listen. If you change your mind, um, here's my number, okay?" The younger boy just simply stared at Nick's open hand holding the receipt as if it were something he would surely break if he were to touch it. When Nick realized that he wasn't going to accept it, he leaned closer once again, stuffing it in the boy's coat pocket, and watching the hair raise on his skin as he kissed his cheek softly. Nick thought he saw the hint of a smile begin to play on the boy's lips, but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

The younger boy counted the two seconds it took for him to pull away in every sense of the word. His heart pumped faster to keep up with his sprinting legs as he fled the scene. He thought that maybe, if he could run fast enough, the wind could dry out his tear ducts, and stop the tears from falling. He finally gave his body a break when he felt he would collapse on the tough, concrete ground. Doubled over and desperately inhaling what air he could, he tilted his head up a few degrees, hopefully to inspect his surroundings. Sitting on a bench right in front of him was a couple—a man and a woman, no older than about 19—making out like the world would end the moment they stopped. They were going at it furiously, and he just stood there, still as a fool, gaping at them. If only he could be so lucky as to be happy with a girl. To be so in love that the rest of the world didn't matter. But unfortunately, that wasn't his life. It would never be his life.

I'll post more later. :) Comment, pretty please!

With Love, Carlie :D

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• Joick
• Turn Around
• One-Shot
• Part 2

[Todaydawg21]

Holy shit. I am so confused but I am loving it <33

[spongebobsmyhero]

@Todaydawg21 Really? What are you confused about?

[NewVixen18]

Hmm i think he was neva suppose 2 run n a dark alley@ night n the first place but thats just me

[MindlessAriee]

<3 this is amazing .

[lezBEEone224]

wow! I really love this! Now that I know who is who its alot easier to picture it (but i kinda guessed it was joe who was walking down the street)

[joicklover]

awsome!

[marian0000007]

keep posting please

[Jickislove]

love it post more soon

[Aushie14]

soooooo amazing!!!! loving dis!!!! moreeeeeeeeeeeeee