Winner Winner Chicken Sinner:

Justin's P.O.V.

"Bro;  you should just go and talk to him."  Brad reassures me as I twiddle my fingers across the screen, deleting another message to Eddy for the umpteenth time;  unsure how to translate an encyclopedia's worth of words into a single text message.

"It's been 2 weeks since I've seen him Brad...and the last time he saw me I was kissing this really ugly blond guy."  Brad laughs at my humour, swiping away the flawed critique - our friendship forged through the fact that he's the only person I can talk to about Eddy.

"He wouldn't of called you if he didn't want to talk."  I groan again, mentally cursing myself for sleeping through the phone call - my love for sleep sabotaging me once again.  

"Yeah...you're right."  I concede, accepting his wisdom - the movie playing on in the background, unable to secure my interest.

"Shit."  I mutter, my attention flicking to the clock on the wall.  "I'm gonna be late."  Brad pays little attention as I rush around my room, assembling my football uniform together. 

"Can I stay and finish the movie?"  He asks amid my haste.  I have a feeling my answer isn't really going to matter - nodding more so as an act of kindness then of necessity. 

"Bye dude!"

Eddy's P.O.Vw

"Hey! It's Gregory Adams here. Nah joking! It's Justin! Haha, tricked you. Anyways, I obviously can't make it to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep, and I'll try and get back to you ASAP!"  I groan, ending the phone call and slamming it onto my bed - my outburst drawing the attention from Tralee in the en suite.

"Are you alright Edmond?"  She asks before quickly returning her attention back to the mirror.

"Yeah.  I'm okay."  My blunt answer dismissed - surprisingly unable to evoke any response from her.  The rose petal scent floods the room - released from her bottle - the aggressive smell infecting my nostrils;  my nose retorting in response.

"Welp imma go meet up with the girls now.  Bye baby!"  Her glossy lips swipe across my cheek - my eyes uninterested in her swinging hips as she struts out of the door. 

Chucking my gaze around in boredom, my eyes land on my desk - fixating in on the teddy bear, its paws wrapped innocently around the love heart - the soft fur delicate under my aggressive touch as I pick it up.  Ugh.  I'm thinking about him again.  All I do is think about him;  so why would I push him away?

I muffle my scream with the bear, its button eyes looking back at me - the intangible object entertaining the silent conversation in my head.  Convincing myself, I head into my closet - pulling on an outfit before heading out my door.

*********

The red Buckingham banners swing back and forth - my last memory of the University tainted via sorrowful connotation.

I retrace my familiar route back to Justin's dorm, the elevator ride up perpetuated via my pulsating heart rate.  Arriving at his door, my hand lingers - just like a few weeks ago when I was last here.  Hopefully this isn't deja vu, because the last time I saw Justin...I said things I shouldn't have.

I knock my fist against the door - the anxious wait alleviated as the handle starts twisting.

"Justin I'm so sor-"  I stop mid-sentence, a stranger staring back at me.  I look around sheepishly, checking to see that I do in fact have the right door.  The breath halts in my throat as I realise who I'm looking at - the guy Justin was kissing at the mall. 

"Where's Justin?"  Despite my best efforts, I'm unable to suppress the hostility in my tone - spitting out the question.

"He's at football practice."  He greets warmly.  "You can come in and wait for him if you want to?"  His casual, kind demeanour eerily charming.

"Um...no thanks."  I decline, turning on my heels - embarrassed at the situation.  Of course he's found someone else;  why wouldn't he?  He's gorgeous;  funny;  kind;  confident - anybody would be lucky to have him.

"You must be Eddy;  Justin talks about you all the time."  His comment halts my stride - a blush randomly spreading across my cheek.  Is he taunting me or something?  He's definitely lying.  I dismiss his statement, continuing to the elevator.

**********

I curiously  scan around the Buckingham stadium - a few scattered players the only remnants of the aforementioned football practice.

"Hey!"  I call out to a staff member, jogging towards them as I catch their attention.  

"Hello boy, how can I help you?"

"Um...my friend had a practice here today - his name's Justin?"  He scans over me curiously, unfamiliar with who I am.

"Practice finished about 20 minutes ago, but, I'm pretty sure he's still in the locker rooms - he needs a long shower."  The ending of his sentence evoking visible confusion from my face.

"He needs a long shower?"  

"Yeah well...don't tell him I said this...but his head just hasn't been in the game lately.  He's been real distracted lately - can barely catch a ball...and that's the main role of the quarterback."  He turns his back on me, obviously finished with the conversation.

"Uh thanks for your help sir."  I say out of politeness, passing a few players as I head into the locker room.

Entering into the foreign space, I scan around cautiously - rows of empty lockers lining the walls;  an offensive culmination of sweat and lynx combining to form the familiar scent of a football locker room.  A single bag lays discarded on one of the chairs, a recognisable blue patch sewn onto the red jacket laying atop.  My fingers trace delicately over the material - the small patch a physical reminder of the first time we met.

My reminisce is disturbed as footsteps near closer, Justin rounding the corner - freezing as he sees me admiring the jacket.  Hot water drips down his muscles;  his perky nipples glistening as water trails down his toned, defined body - the towel wrapped around his hips preventing my eyes from ravaging downward even more.

He wanders towards me, strangely cautious of my presence.

"Eddy?  What are you doing her-"  I cut him off, his lips unable to finish the sentence as I wrap my arms around his body - suffocating him in my embrace.  The droplets of water soak my top - the feeling obsolete as I force my body against Justin, my head sliding perfectly under his chin.  He relaxes into the hug, his familiar scent refreshingly calming in contrast to the locker room.

Subconsciously, my hand runs up his back, the smooth dewy naked skin sliding loosely under the curious touch of my hand - my fingers exploring his defined back muscles;  eager to hug a body I've missed so much.

"It wasn't a mistake."  I whisper, clinging tighter to him - fearful to let him go.  A calming sensation enwrapping my body simultaneously with his arms.

"What wasn't a mistake?"  He asks curiously, neither of us willing to part out of the embrace.

"You coming to find me.  It wasn't a mistake.  I should've never told you to leave."  I admit, holding tighter to his body.  "I'm so sorry Justin, I should've never treated you like that.  I'm such an asshole."  I start blubbering, unable to contain pent up emotions that've haunted me for weeks.

He pulls away, rich green emerald eyes staring back at mine.

"You're not just an asshole Eddy...You're also a loser."  We laugh together in unison, his effortless charm able to eradicate the anger and frustration I've held in for so long.  "How did you find me?"

"Oh."  I pause, the saliva freezing in my throat.  "I went to your room...and that guy told me you were at practice."  His eyes bulge, alarmed at the newfound information.

"Oh he's just a-"

"You don't have to explain yourself Justin."  I interject, unwilling to hear his justification for the stranger in his bedroom - it's his life, he doesn't have to tell me.  

"No Eddy you don't understand;  he's just a-"  His statement is halted as the white cotton towel unravels from around his waist - a slight thud following the fabric as it plummets to the ground;  Justin's concealed lower waist now vulnerable to my roaming eyes.  Damn.  He is blessed.

With all of my internal might, I peel my eyes up to Justin's - his confident grin a contrast against the blush spreading across my cheeks - his manner almost unfazed by his current exposure.

"Can you hand me my towel please Eddy?"  Justin's husky voice asks - his head tilting sideways as he runs his eyes all over me.

"Uh..um...uh yeah."  I curse myself for the unconfident stutter, each syllable an individual war to produce sound - Justin's aroma casting me into an obedient intoxication.

I bend down onto the ground, trying to keep my eyes on the tiles - and the tiles only.  My slowly hovering body narrowly missing his dangling lengthy member, a musky smell whiffing past my nostrils.  I wrap my fingers around the material, Justin stepping closer as I stand up - his impressive height enabling him to stare down into my eyes.

He closes the space between us, his naked body rubbing entirely against mine as he brings his head closer to me.  Shit.  We've been here before.  But this time I wan't it.

Do it Justin.  Do it.  Take me.  Kiss me.  I want it?  I want it.

"Thanks for getting my towel Eddy."  His husky voice whispers in my ear as he grabs the towel out of my hand and ties it back around his waist - re-cloaking his generous manhood.  I smile in politeness, disappointed that his lips aren't on me - probably too dissuaded from constant rejection.

Silence befalls us as I silently critique myself for my apprehension and inherent timidness, the slamming of the locker regaining my focus as Justin slides his gym bag away, and pulls his jacket over his shoulders and slides his shoes it.

"Um, I'm gonna go grab something to drink...do you wanna come?"  I contemplate his offer, slightly taken off guard - have I earned his forgiveness?

"Justin.  I'd fucking love to."  He grins in response, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me out of the Buckingham stadium - the comforting embrace successfully calming me down for the first time in weeks.

A/N

Sorry for the long wait;  but...that was spiiiiiicccy - well, almost spicy.  The ending was so sweet, it was such a cute chapter of reconciliation and forgiveness;  and I really liked the way it ended up.  Also, Eddy's character arc at the moment - and his current confusion - is honestly so adorable in a cute way.

What did you guys think of the chapter?  Let me know! :)

Next chapter will return to solely Eddy's P.O.V!  Until the aforementioned next chapter, stay safe;  stay blessed;  stay happy!

- YOP