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Author:[livejournal.com profile] guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Justin's POV
Beta:Kim [livejournal.com profile] predec2 Can't thank you enough!!
A/N:This is NOT a WIP
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Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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Part 3



- St. George Military Academy, West Virginia, a few days later -

Debbie – the lady who's in charge of the cafeteria or mess hall or whatever the fuck they call the place here – is the first person to notice me. She flashes me an understanding nod and half a smile my way when I first step into the huge kitchen for my first kitchen duties. FUCK! I hate these kitchen duties! I LOVE to eat and, yes, I've even loved watching my mom cook back home when I was younger, picking up on some of her own recipes. BUT I can't stand washing up or doing all the dirty work. Who the fuck does?

Everything around this place revolves around duties and orderly conduct and not crossing the lines. If that was what my dad had in mind when he enrolled me here against my will, then he succeeded. I hate this place with all my heart. It's gray and cold and lacks any shred of openness, not to mention acceptance. I've been here for just under three weeks, but I'm already starting to figure out the rules. And I don't just mean the curfew 'lights out' rules, but the other set of unwritten rules to survive in here. I still can't understand why my dad would send me here, and why my mom couldn't do anything to defy him and make him change his mind, but I guess there's nothing much I can do but to lie low and try not to see too much OR be seen. So far I haven't noticed any butt fucking, which I find utterly disappointing. On the other hand, it's rather slim pickings around here, so there's not much to be said in that area.

First thing they did when we got here was to order us off the buses and march us to this courtyard facing a huge, 19th-century-style brick house, which in another setting could very much be the set to a remake of Gone With the Wind (I know my way around major film landmarks…). But instead of magnolia trees and horse-drawn carriages carrying Southern belles, this place has a very grim and stark façade with an ugly sign that simply reads, St. George's Military Academy. Not even a 'welcome to,' or anything like that.

The first few nights were especially difficult. The worst part was having to get used to taking a shower in public where there're no doors on each of the stalls. That's actually the reason I never joined any sporting activities in school, and tried to avoid getting into the locker rooms as much as possible, even when Chris tried to tease me about it. So yeah, I liked to draw his butt while he was in football practice, but it was never more than that, and he knew it, too; in fact, I think it suited him even more than it did me, because he was scared shitless of what might happen if anyone found out. As if it wound up doing him any good. Fucking bastard.

But it didn't mean much to me, because I wasn't there anymore.

All I could do those first couple of nights at the dorms was to try and get some sleep. There are no horrendous bunk beds in the dorms, but even with individual beds it is really difficult. I am still tossing and turning late at night, trying to find comfort in letting it all out after a long, shitty day. There was NO way I could have let it out the way I really wanted – by jerking off into the pillow – because I didn't want these guys to mock me any more than they already had. I couldn’t draw much, either, because it would have been a bit too complicated and counterproductive. All I can do is resort to reading some erotic male porn out of a paperback I once found in a second-hand store off Liberty Avenue; one that I decided to stick in my duffel bag at the last minute before I left.

'After spooning for quite some time, Shane and Jimmy started forking all night long; resulting in morning o's…'
It was cheesy, and read like some cheap, gay rag novel, but it was surprisingly comforting. The only trouble was it left me with the worst hard-on I could remember, which only got slightly better after I stumbled into the communal bathroom, hid in the most secluded stool I could find, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to keep from crying out and possibly being detected. I couldn't get much sleep after that. By the time my head finally hit the pillow, it was time to wake up anyway.

“New here, Sunshine?" The red-haired lady approaches me, bringing me back to reality.

"Name's Debbie; welcome aboard," she said, smacking her gum while slapping me softly on my forearm.

I gaze back at her, trying to figure out what she means by that. It feels nice not to be referred to as 'Cadet Taylor,' or be mocked about it. I look back at her, realizing her intentions are good, and somehow knowing right away I could trust her.

"Thanks – I think.” I tell her. "I'm Justin, by the way," I add quietly.

"How old are you?" she asks me directly.

"I'm eighteen," I answer. "I was just…three months away from graduating high school before…." I hesitate to continue; I don't even know why I had told her that, but I sensed that she might understand.

"I've seen too many young kids like you around here," she replies with a deep sigh while showing me around the kitchen.

TBC…

Date: 2015-05-31 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 908718.livejournal.com
Poor Justin. Glad Debbie is in the picture great update.

Date: 2015-05-31 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I really appreciate your supportive feedback. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this chapter.
More to come...

Date: 2015-05-31 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] techgirl-on-ij.livejournal.com
Great way to put Deb into the story! I'm happy she's there to keep an eye on Sunshine.

Date: 2015-05-31 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
Thank you SO much for your heartfelt supportive feedback dear techi. It means so much to me.
So thrilled to know you like Debbie in this story :)
More to come...

Date: 2015-05-31 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] har2.livejournal.com
Time to meet Brian.

Date: 2015-05-31 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I really appreciate your supportive feedback.
More to come...

Date: 2015-06-01 01:00 am (UTC)
ext_63172: (Justin)
From: [identity profile] hikinggirl70.livejournal.com
At least Justin has meet someone who will look after him. Can't wait to read the next chapter.

Date: 2015-06-01 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your lovely supportive feedback means a lot to me. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this chapter.
More to come...

Date: 2015-06-15 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yumyumpm.livejournal.com
It's lonely and we don't know where Deb stands in this story. Is Mikey around?

Date: 2015-06-16 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
It does feel lonely for Justin and so at least Debbie is there even though at this point they're not that close. Micheal is not one of the main characters in this AU but he will be mentioned later on.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your supportive feedback means a lot to me.
More to come...

Date: 2015-07-26 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] landlady-4rent.livejournal.com
So happy Debbie is around for Justin. Great Chapter!

Date: 2015-07-26 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] guavejuice.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment Annie. Your supportive feedback means so much to me and I'm really touched to know you're enjoying this :)

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