CHANCE ENCOUNTER (Bieber x Male)

Part VII

(PART VII is split into two parts: A + B. The first part is from Alex's POV like the first 6 parts. The second part is from Justin's POV, which is something new for this story.)

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PART VII A
ALEX

I wake up to the scent of dried sweat, cum, and cologne, and after a few seconds I realize my face is buried in the hard chest of Justin Bieber, my waist wrapped tight in his arms. I shut my eyes as tight as I can and reopen them. Nope, not a dream. I'm definitely and totally waking up in Justin's arms.

The next thing I notice is the pain, and my mind instantly and vividly flashes back to the night before. Justin fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked, and his heavy cock was wider than anyone or anything I've ever taken. I don't really mind the leftover pain, and feel kinda proud of myself and also - turned on.

I brush the dirty thoughts away and quietly squirm out of Justin's grip as to not wake him. Sitting up at the edge of the bed, I see my clothes scattered all over the floor, mixed with Justin's basketball shorts, underwear and baggy shirt. We're both completely naked. As I'm picking my clothes up, I hear a groan from the bed.

I spin my head around and Justin is just waking up. His eyes are red and puffy and I catch a glimpse of confusion in his eyes when he lays them on me. I can't help but smile at him. He's adorable.

"Oh, yeah, hey Alex..." he croaks, exhaling heavily while rolling onto his side away from me, his eyes shut tight. Not exactly the most romantic morning-after greeting.

"Good morning." I say meekly. He doesn't respond. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure." He whispers under his breath.

"Oh. Me too."

No response.

I stand up and slip on my underwear before picking up each article of clothing one by one, quickly getting dressed. I walk over to the bathroom and inspect my face in the mirror. It's covered in dried-on cum and saliva from Justin, and in the daylight the sheer quantity of cum he dumped on my face truly amazes me. I am covered.

I wash my face and brush my teeth with one of my fingers before quickly fixing my messy hair. It'll have to do.

I return to the bedroom to find Justin awake, still laying in bed, but now on his back with his arms behind his head, his thick, hairy armpits on display. The blankets are pulled up just to his waist, exposing his abs, chest and trail to me. I suddenly feel extremely shy.

"You good?" He asks, his voice still a just-woke-up croak.

"Uh, yeah, I'm doing a-ok! I'm fine. How about you?" I ask.

He ignores my question. "So do you have like, a plan?" He asks, his eyes looking down at his own body instead of looking at me.

"Uh.. What do you mean by a plan?" I ask, and laugh a tiny nervous laugh before feeling a flood of insecurity.

He's quiet for a second. "Like... do you know where you're headed? Do you need me to call you a cab right now or walk you out or anything? Do you need some cash? I can give you some cash. I can also call an Uber but I'd rather use a cab, it's more anonymous." His tone is cold and rushed.

"Um.. do you wanna get breakfast first or something?" I ask meekly. "Or anything? I'm still kinda waking up."

Justin keeps his gaze down upon his own body. "Um.. to tell you the truth... I'd rather not... if that's okay?"

Instantly I feel as if I'm going to cry. Justin is trying to get rid of me as soon as he possibly can. He refuses to make eye contact with me and has yet to even acknowledge what happened the night before. I feel stupid for thinking what happened had been anything more than mindless sex. Why the hell did I ever let myself think that it meant something, even if just for a second? Justin is, at best, bisexual and at worst, straight, and he hardly knows me. Everything that happened the night before had One Night Stand written all over it and I'd be a fool to think anything else. Obviously Justin has his superstar celebrity life to return to and me, I have angry, abusive parents and a miserable, average life to get back to. Obviously.