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Boy Toy Named Troy

Andrew pounded his fists against the wall of the bathroom and crumbled into a heap of defeat and exasperation. He was done with this sick joke the world was playing on him. He'd finally gotten head Meme Queen but, if anyone found out all of the girlfriends were just props to help him play the part and all of the "close friends" were actually his boy toys named Troy, that role would be ripped right out of his hands. Justin is just another bump in the road, Andrew tried to convince himself of that idea but knew he was just lying to himself.

Justin was different from the others. He understood. He cared. He knew what it was like to have something as valuable as head Meme Queen on the line. He understood. Could we have just lived in secrecy?

JUSTIN POV

The water flew up around Justin as he plunged into the water that caressed his fondlable body. He opened his eyes to see the bubbles that flew up to the surface of water. When he burst out of the water and looked around he couldn't spot Andrew in the crowd.

Justin remembered the first time he met Andrew. It was through a friend at a javelin throwing contest a few days ago. From the second he started talking to him he knew Andrew was a diamond in the ruff that had to be cherished. Never did he believe that it would turn into this winding maze of love and detestation even though he had been warned.

Justin's inner wolf had been warning him it was a bad idea from the start. He just brushed it off believing that his wolf just didn't want to break tradition of a male and female. His wolf instincts were, like always, right. Justin had endured more pain in the past few days of knowing/loving Andrew than he had in his whole life. But it was worth it. The rush he felt when Andrew fondled him was more than he or his wolf could ever had imagined. He had to figure out a way to make this work.

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