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Darren was the experiment.

Justin had never slept with a man before. When Darren started casually flirting, he was naturally curious. What could it hurt, to sleep with Darren?

It didn't take long for them to end up in bed together. Darren was always on the lookout for a quick fuck and Justin wanted to know what it was like.

He didn't think it would hurt. Darren was rough; he liked his sex fast and hard. Justin hadn't been ready for that. Sure, it had started to feel good eventually, but for the most part Justin found it uncomfortable and painful.

Afterward, Justin had expected... something. A quick moment, maybe. Something... comforting. Instead, Darren pulled out of him quickly and Justin had to bite his cheek because that had hurt too. Darren tossed his condom into the garbage can before getting up and getting dressed.

Justin sat up, sheets pooling around his waist, watching Darren. Darren grabbed his keys and gave Justin a cocky, satisfied grin. "It was fun, kid." And then he was gone.

Somehow, as he was sitting there, Justin didn't think it had been so great.

They slept together again. And again. Justin hadn't been satisfied with the first time. How could so many people think gay sex was so great when his first time trying it hadn't been? Maybe Darren was just a bad lover but Justin didn't think that was it. So when Darren wanted more, Justin didn't hesitate to jump into bed with him again.

The second time, pleasure outweighed the pain. The third time, Justin's orgasm surprised him. After that, Justin was pretty sure he had the appeal of gay sex all figured out.

Sex. That's all it was with Darren. Good sex. They both got pleasure out of it and neither of them had any sort of feelings towards each other. Meaningless, good sex. Justin didn't care about Darren and he knew Darren didn't care about him. The only thing they were about was pleasure. That's the way he wanted it. He was pretty sure that's the way Darren wanted it too.

When Darren left, Justin didn't care.

Darren had just been the experiment.

Wade was the one he loved.

Wade had caught Justin off guard. Wade turned his stomach into butterflies with one simple smile. Wade was beautiful. Justin didn't just want sex with Wade. Wade made him feel things he had never felt with Darren.

He hadn't done a lot of kissing with Darren, but Justin couldn't get enough of Wade's kisses. Wade's lips against his own felt so good, so right. Justin found that he could spend hours just kissing Wade and be more satisfied than any night of sex with Darren.

Justin loved talking to Wade. Anything Wade had to say was interesting to him. They could carry on a simple conversation for hours and Justin found that even that left him more content than Darren ever had.

When he had sex with Wade... he couldn't call it sex. Justin thought making love was a term overrated, but when it came to nights with Wade... there just weren't any other words for it. Making love to Wade left him breathless. And when it was over, Wade didn't leave. Wade held him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, stroking his hair and kissing him softly.

When Wade told him that he loved him, Justin's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't afraid to say it back either. He did love Wade. He never wanted to let him go. They wrote songs together, rode scooters, played basketball, danced, sang, loved. Everything they did, they did it together.

Being apart seemed like it would be too much. And it was.

When Wade left, Justin's heart had broken.

Marty was the escape.

"I hear you sleep with your choreographers."

Fucked one. Loved the other. Justin wasn't sure where Marty was going to fit in there.

"When do I get my turn?"

Why not? It didn't matter. It wasn't as if Justin had wanted things with Wade to end, but Wade had stopped working with the group. When Justin had been here, Wade was there. They never saw each other. It had just gotten to be too much.

Justin thought they should've been able to get through that, but they hadn't. So why should he feel guilty? It wasn't like Wade had claim to him anymore. He didn't have any claim to Wade either. Wade was writing songs with Howie Dorough now. Probably sleeping with him, too.

Justin always felt guilty after he thought that.

He never felt guilty for sleeping with Marty.

He could get away, he could forget everything when he was in bed with Marty. He could pretend nothing was wrong and everything was ok. He could pretend that everything was going to be ok.

He didn't know how long Marty would be the escape. He didn't know what the next one after Marty would be.