To Go Too Far: 1
by Miss Kitty E
Justin was dreaming, which in Justin's case meant he was also
talking in his sleep. And Chris was awake to hear it, or at least he was
now. He hadn't quite got the hang of sleeping soundly on a moving
object yet, so by the time Justin had moved from soft moans to scattered
words and short phrases, Chris was wide awake and for once listening
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"Like that," Justin purred. The words were slightly slurred
and ran like the soundtrack to a soft-core porn flick. The effect was
the same as well, at least on Chris.
He wondered if any of the others were awake to hear this. He
doubted JC was disturbed by it, an earthquake couldn't wake JC
whenever he made up his mind to sleep. If Lance was awake he wouldn't
say anything, he'd probably just roll over and stick his fingers
in his ears. Joey was still snoring softly, and so Chris guessed he
"Yeah," Justin got louder, but the words became more sparse.
Joey's snoring finally stopped, "Shut the fuck up, Justin!"
He wasn't always nice.
Justin was awake now, panting, "S-sorry." Chris heard the
rustle of sheets as Justin swung his legs over the edge of his bunk
and, a moment after, the receding footsteps making their way to the
front of the bus.
After a brief debate with himself, Chris followed. He wasn't
about to give the kid some facts of life speech about wet dreams, but
if he needed to talk, Chris would be there. He didn't think he'd be
going back to sleep anytime soon either. He found Justin at the front
of the bus, collapsed on the couch, staring out the window. Just what
he found so fascinating about black skies and street lamps, Chris
didn't know, but he was caught up in his own version of scenery.
"What?" came Justin's youthful challenge when he realized
that he was the object of Chris stare.
He didn't think it was a good idea to tell the sixteen-year-
old boy he looked like sex, cheeks flushed, mouth open, and eyes
dilated. Sex on a fucking platter. "Nothing," he said, sitting at the
small table across the aisle. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Just had a weird dream." He returned his gaze to the
world outside, jaw working a few times. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."
"You didn't," Chris lied. "Joey didn't wake up just you."
He snorted, "Probably for the best. I'm not sure I would have
wanted to finish that dream."
The admission struck Chris as a little odd, he couldn't think
of any sex related dream he didn't wish he could revisit, except
one that involved his high school gym teacher. "Nightmare?" he knew
he was prying, but at three AM conversation was hard to find.
Justin shook his head, "No, I- it's just really fucked up."
Chris leaned forward, curiosity piqued, "Tell me."
"No," if Justin had been standing, Chris just knew he would
have stamped his foot. "You'd just make fun of me for it."
"Hey!" Chris interjected, ready to defend himself, but Justin
"I'd make fun of me for it."
And Chris stopped, surprised because there wasn't much about himself that Justin
found worthy of ridicule. Already bored, Chris decided to use this
admission as the night's entertainment. "Well, if it wasn't a
nightmare, what kind of dream was it?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Justin replied, sounding quite
Chris didn't care, using what he had already guessed to push
Justin's buttons even more, "Was it a sexy dream?"
"No!" The reply was too adamant to leave any doubt as to
leave any doubt as to the nature of his dream.
"So it was," Chris teased. He settled back and let his face
and voice become serious again. "What's fucked up about that? You're
a... growing boy after all."
"It's not that, I-" Justin stopped himself, and flashed an
angry look at Chris. "I said I didn't want to talk about it."
Momentarily, Chris paused, thinking on the best angle to
approach the subject, puzzling out just what could be so disturbing
about a wet dream. "Don't tell me," he said, trying to be
disarming. "It was about your mother, wasn't it?"
A previously discarded coke can was launched at his head, missing him. "Fuck
no, you perv."
"Well? What then? An animal?"
Justin looked ill.
"If it wasn't your mom and it wasn't something unnatural,
what else could it be?"
"It was a guy, alright?" Justin suddenly burst. "It was a
fucking guy, fucking me. Happy?"
"Oh," Chris said, and was silent for quite some time after.
He swallowed and figured he should say something...
comforting. "Listen, Justin, that dream doesn't have to mean
anything. The other night I had a dream about spiders and my little
sister, what the fuck does that mean, huh? Don't let it bother you."
"Well, it does," he relied tersely. He lifted his hand to
eyes, as if to rub away sleep, but somehow the action changed in mid-
motion, and all of the sudden Justin was pressing the heel of his
palm to his tightly shut eyes, fighting tears.
"Hey," Chris said, standing, hesitating. "Hey, don't do
that," he tugged Justin's hand away, then continued pulling. He
didn't stop until Justin was in his arms, sagging against him. He
wondered, idly, as he rubbed circles over the boy's shoulders, when
he had gotten so damn big. He had always seemed smaller somehow, but
now, up close, Justin felt solid, with big hands and long arms, but a
too narrow waist. Chris liked the way he felt, but didn't think too
much of this because something wet had just touched his shoulder.
Time to step back, he told himself, and he did, but Justin
held on to him. Chris blinked up- yes, he had finally admitted that
Justin was taller than him -at Justin, waiting, but he only licked
his lips and leaned forward.
"What are you-" Chris began, stopping when he realized what
"I, uh-" Justin's voice was soft now, timid.
Chris tried to step back again, but he only
followed. "Listen, it's not that I don't want to, but-"
"Then do it," Justin told him. As if it were just that easy.
And apparently it was, because Chris's lips were on his, soft
and warm. Justin kept his mouth closed at first, but after a few soft
nips and panted breaths it was opened, and Chris drank in all that he
could. Ten fingers were digging into his back, but only to pull him
closer. His own hands were softer, cupping Justin's strong jaw and
tense shoulder. And when it was over, Chris pulled away completely,
but let his hand slide down to lace his fingers with Justin's. When
he sat down on the couch, Justin followed him, moving for another
"No, don't," Chris said, whispering as if someone would
hear. "Just sleep, okay?"
Justin nodded, relaxing against him as if it were difficult.
Eventually, he slouched down far enough to rest his head on Chris'
shoulder, curling up closer to him. Chris didn't move him, but waited
until Justin's breathing had evened out to reach and rest his hand in
the bleached curls brushing against his cheek. He tried not to think
of what the morning would bring.