You Were Mine

Freezing

Justin power walked down the high street, following behind Tristan who was walking just as hastily. He felt like every fibre of his being was vibrating with anticipation. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His hands trembled and his eyes were wide. He felt like a mouse, waiting to be pounced on by a cat. The excitement wired his body like he was plugged into the mains. He felt like his brain was on fast-forward and there was no off switch.

"Keep up." Tristan turned his head around, his eyes piercing through Justin's.

Justin almost felt like anxiety didn't exist, he was walking a short way behind Tristan and even though there was a slight nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach at the fact he wasn't being protected by anyone, the butterflies fluttering inside him took over. He'd walked these streets his whole life, he knew them just the same as if they were etched in his head with a sharp knife, scored in deep like some strange work of art.

These were the streets he grew up on and for the most part, he was calm here, in Ohio, on the down low with a steady heartbeat. Not today, though. Today his heart wanted out of his chest. It wanted to beat free of its cage. It pounded like it was going to crack a rib. Justin's senses were on high alert. Every colour was brighter, every noise louder, every stranger a cause to make his heart beat more fiercely still. He never thought he'd be walking down these streets, following a fiery black haired boy with deep hazel eyes and a beautiful smile, with the way his lips lifted upward. The way his one dimple crinkled. The way his teeth were perfectly aligned. The warm glow his happiness gave. His smile was a ray of sunshine and Justin was the sunburn.

The two of them reached Conner's apartment, Tristan hovering at the top of the stairs, breathing heavily waiting for Justin.

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Justin was left alone with his thoughts. He exhaled, slouching uncomfortably on the side of the bath. What was he going to do about Tristan? That was the question that hovered like a fire breathing dragon into his thoughts. His heart flickered just thinking about him. Tristan engaged in the kiss and wanted to take it further, he must have similar feelings, Justin felt like he could sense it every time they looked at each other. But, he had to be realistic and get his life together. He couldn't live with Conner forever, decaying until Tristan came over. He had the stuff to sort out, a job to get, a flat to find. He couldn't keep running. And, he couldn't get all wrapped up in the thought of Tristan saving him. Tristan being the guy to turn his life around, he well might be, but he could just be an easy fling whilst Conner was out. The dragon in Justin's head spewed a line of fire at the part of his brain that sends tingles through his body when he thought of Tristan.

"Justin!" Tristan shouted, from the hallway and Justin jumped up immediately, shaken from his trail of thought.

"H-Hey," Justin said, entering the lounge and crossing his arms over his stomach, protecting his dignity and fragile frame from Conner.

"You're quite the pair," Conner said, shaking his head, "I leave you for a few hours and look at you! You're soaked through. Look at Justin's flushed cheeks, the cold get you?"

 Justin turned to Tristan for help, but there was no smile on his lips, only the hot intensity of his gaze that they both knew was the start of the inferno to come.

"Yeah. It was freezing!" Justin shuddered, "I'll probably go put some clothes on now, maybe take a nap."

Tristan eyed him up and down and Justin felt like he was letting Tristan down by not continuing what they started earlier, but now with Conner in the house, it wasn't the right time. He hoped Tristan, being the older, mature one would understand that and forgive him. Not punish him with silence or awkwardness.

Justin walked back to his room and threw on his sweats, getting under the crinkled covers and lying back, staring up at the bleak ceiling. His thoughts began trailing to Tristan. Every minute Tristan was whirring around in his mind, he kept falling for him, each time harder than the last. Every time the feeling got deeper, more complete, more bewitching. There wasn't a thing Justin wouldn't do to keep Tristan safe, he didn't even have the capability to keep himself safe, but he knew he would do it for Tristan. Figuring out a new relationship, or whatever the fuck he and Tristan had, wasn't what he needed right now, but he wanted this so badly.

His phone buzzed and he was brought back to reality, the harsh glow of his phone making him squint.

"I had fun today, we should hang out tomorrow, as of now, enjoy your nap. :)" Was the text he'd received from Tristan. His stomach surged with anxiety. The anticipation was a nervous kind of energy. It tingled through him like electrical sparks on the way to the ground, gathering in his toes. Tristan kept him always needing, wanting something more. He didn't understand how he was going to nap after this, he wanted Tristan to go home. He needed tonight without him, he never thought he'd want that, but he needed time to collect himself.

Although he thought sleep wouldn't come, Justin became drowsy, his deep chocolate brown eyes opening and closing from the light of the TV. He tossed and turned, the musky yet sweet scent of Tristan still lingering on his skin. A sheepish grin grew across his face, the thought of Tristan, his flame-like messy hair, his honey hazel eyes and strong body racing around in his mind. Justin rolled his eyes lightly and nuzzled into the pillow, his fluffy dark brown hair flattening against it. After a few minutes, his body went limp and finally descended into the realm of sleep. At 3pm. Tristan had tired him out and he needed a break. Already. 

Sorry it was such a short chapter, we really appreciate you for reading, and don't forget to Fallow us for more.

See you guys later XOXOXO- Tristan