short chapter - Justin's POV




“Fucking Kinney…”

I’m blabbering to myself like an incoherent idiot, racing around in the dressing rooms looking for my outfit. This asshole, this arrogant, snotty, filthy asshole is trying to mess with me. 

“Missing something?” 

Oh, just look at him. Adjusting his cowboy hat in the mirror next to mine, making sure his body looks close to perfection.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” I snap, shoving him out of my way as I brush past. 

“Some-body’s miss-ing their annngel wings,” he sings mockingly, as if I didn’t know. My performance is in four minutes. FOUR. And I’m not close to being ready. If I fuck this up, I am going to get fired. I know it. Hell, HE knows it.

“Fuck off, Brian,” Staggering by him again to search the closets, he holds out his foot and I trip over his leather cowboy boot. He makes it worse by catching me before I hit the ground, like I’m some sort of incapable baby. 

“TAYLOR, TWO MINUTES!” Lynette the coordinator shouts in the room. She is such a bitch.

“Get your hands off me.” JUST because he’s taller and stronger than me, doesn’t give him the right to push me around.

I am THIS close to kneeing him in the fucking balls.

“Well,” he drawls, “aren’t you a little ball of fire?” Totally out of the blue, he leans down, roughly capturing my mouth with his, sucking on my tongue until I’m nearly out of breathe. 

“You….you….fucking….” I sputter, mostly because I hate the upper hand he has on me. 

“Don’t forget you’re wings, angel.”

Out of no where he reveals my costume - angel wings – from behind his back. 

I grab them from him, and stalk out. It’s performance time. 

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PONDER - 
-How does Justins strip-tease go?
-What does Brian find out about Justin?

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