Addicted {bxb}

XXIV

~Adrian~

I noticed the alcohol bottle on the floor by Justin's feet which is what caused me to wake up from my sleep. Just from the smell radiating off his body I could tell that he's been smoking as well. He ran his hands through his hair then covered his face in his palms. I heard him let out a groan and mumble something under his breath.

"Have you been drinking?" I decided to ask, even though I already knew the answer.

"Can I stay here?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"You-"

"Please Adrian." He looked up at me and our eyes locked on each other. "I don't feel like going home."

Did he come here on purpose?

"Fine," I decided to say but I knew I was probably going to regret it by the morning. "But you have to shower."

"I'll shower in the morning."

"You smell like weed," I said bluntly then stood up, getting out of my bed.

I grabbed his arms, helping him to his feet and wrapped his arm behind my neck. We made our way to my door which was cracked open enough for us to slip through and walk through the hallway to my bathroom.

"Be careful," I whispered so I wouldn't wake up Erica or my parents.

I let him lean against the wall while I closed the bathroom door. He slid his back down the wall and once he was sitting on the floor, I stepped over his legs so I could run the shower water. I turned on my heel to look at him and noticed that this was another side to Justin that I haven't seen before. He wasn't his usual exotic self. He was more drained and almost looked like he was done with life.

"Justin," I said, crouching down beside him. I was hesitant to place my hand on his thigh but when I finally did he lifted his head up to look at me. "What's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said, slurring his words.

"To me or at all?"

He shook his head and nothing else was said between us. I let out a sigh then stood up taking a step in front of him and once again I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to his feet. He needed to get out of his clothes but there was something holding me back. I couldn't find the strength to remove them.

"Go ahead," he spoke. "I give you consent."

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I reached out to grab the bottom of his shirt. I slowly lifted it up, pulling it up to his chest then over his head before I dropped it on the floor. My eyes were glued to his fit body which surprised me because of all the parties and the drinking he's done in his life. My fingers went to his jeans next, unlooping the belt he wore then the button. I pulled his zipper down but could feel his hands holding my waist while I undressed him. A moment that wasn't meant to cause tension between us kept us locked in a room exploding with hot and heavy tension.

I pulled his jeans down and since I didn't know where to put my eyes I looked up at him, staring into his dark hooded brown almonds. He stepped out of them then kicked them to the side. I stood up so we were at eye level again but neither one of us was moving. It felt like time had frozen us in place and I didnt know what to do to break it. His hands were still holding my waist and my hands were holding his forearms. I've been in a moment like this before. When things feel like they're going smoothly it wouldn't be long before the world crashes around me. I didn't want to have to feel that again so I was finally able to find the strength to take a small step back. I helped him make his way to the shower, letting him get in first then I got in right behind him.