The Big Day

"So, that means... I have to be the one to do something about it?" I ask, swallowing in nerves. Justin lies down next to me.

"Not necessarily if you don't want to. All I'm saying is.. I need to relieve some pressure," he says, "I've been so stressed about the conquest and scared about my brother possibly being in danger. And you being mad at me. I was so fucking tired and stressed."

Oops. I guess that's my fault. Or his, for pissing me off to begin with.

"Well... if you tell me what you like, I could help you," I offer, excited again. To touch him, make him feel good. It's my right, after all. But again, boring Justin gives me a look that says he's not that sure, "Do I really have to beg a man to let me make him come? That's not fun, mate."

"No, no, it's not like that. It's not like I don't want you," he rushes to say. I squint at him, "I just... don't feel... okay. Tell you what. If you really want to touch me, you can do it."

"and you won't freak the fuck out about it?" I ask, still