unlike the other time

It had happened. Beca was pregnant again. She broke down in tears when she the thin line pink.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" Matt winced taking the stick from her and dumping it in the trash.

"He'll know." She nodded. "He'll know its not his."

"He won't know for sure. I doubt he really cares." Matt put his arm around her. "Its like two worlds for him. One that everyone sees and then his world, all right."

She held her breath. He looked Beca in the eye. They'd found them yet another motel room. She'd see Trace tomorrow.

"Try not to worry." He Frenched her with that thought. She kissed him back. Before he knew it they were in bed, and she had him so hard that he knew it wouldn't take long to lick him clean.

Just then his cell rang. It was Trace. He had to take it even if Matt would have rather been focused with Beca giving him exactly what he needed.

"Where are you?" Trace was in a bad mood.

"I said I'd be there tomorrow." Matt wasn't sure he could speak. Really, Beca was crazy when it came to a blow job. He gasped.

"I need you do something for me," Trace then said.

"What?" Couldn't Trace make this any faster. Matt was in some heavy duty pain here he could hardly let go of. He throbbed for a climax as he felt Beca's tongue tease his hard on.

"My sister wants a date with you." Trace informed.

"Oh really." Not if Matt could help it.

"Yeah, she says she remembers you."

Matt highly doubted that.

"Just do it." Trace demanded.

"All right!" Matt squinted hard as he teeth gnashed. He was cumming. He clicked the phone off.

a low blow

"What the hell?" Trace gave Musso a stare down. "You better not be fuck'n with me." He was not in a good mood after what Musso had told him.

"I would fuck you not, your sister wants to do it." Musso explained.

"My sister? She can rot in hell, for all I care. I don't want to do it." Trace was going in circles saying fuck at every turn. How in the hell did this happen?

"You have too," Musso said. "Its good money. Good publicity. We need it."

"Like fuck no. Fucking shit, you didn't, did you?"

"You're Dad wants to look in on you, he thinks you might be on a bender." Musso explained as they got their equipment together for the new bus.

"A fucking bender? Shit. This is shit, man. Totally wipeout shit!" Trace shook his head.

"He thinks you're a fairy." Musso told him.

"What! Christ! He's total shit. He's the damn fairy. He's the one who can't pass up a buck, you know." Trace scowled madly. He was ready to kick something.

"He's worried about you. Becca let your Mom have the baby. She's-"

"She's what?" Trace looked at him crossly.

"She's depressed. She said she needed some time alone. I guess, you leaving her pregnant, sort of got to her." Musso shrugged.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I guess she's coming too."

"Hell, no. I don't want her with me." He gritted.

"Well, pal, get used to the family. You're stuck with them." Musso left it at that. Trace so wanted to kick his ass. He would have felt a lot better as he could, but as it was...he and his band were going on tour with his sister.

where did our love go

Trace wanted to say it was over with he and Dez. After all that was just some sort of closure, now wasn't it?

He'd moved on. Hadn't he? He had Matt now. Except, there was something just off about him. Odd, it seemed. Never there where he could find him.

"What the fuck?"

Of course Musso still did his best to head him in the right direction. They had songs to write. Places to be.

"Just don't sweat it, will you?" Musso told him he made everything too personal.

"So." Trace gave him a scowl. How in the hell did he expect him to write a song if it wasn't personal. That's what made the song.

"No, what makes the song is the melody and the beat." Musso begged to differ.

It just made Trace all the more flustered. Damn if he didn't feel Musso was his babysitter.

What had happened to all the fucking great times? A party with a great bong and plenty of beer and other special treats that could leave him with a hard on for days. What had to give?

So he found himself back with Dez.

"You could give it just as good as you could take it." Trace told him in the dark one night back at his place, a new spot on the beach.

"Well, thanks Trace, I'm glad you remembered." Dez chuckled.

"What do you think Matt's up to?" Trace was on the outs with him.

"Does it matter?" Dez whispered in Trace's ear.

When Dez kissed his neck, Trace felt a shiver run up his spine. Old habits were hard to let go.

"Where did it all go wrong?" Trace caught himself from crying as his eyes were wet rimmed.

"Shhh," Dez whispered. "It was never your fault. It never was." Dez got on the bed then and lit something so they could get high. Like old times. Like in the beginning when they first knew each other.

Trace found a cozy place in the corner of the bed and drew Dez in to sit between his legs as he shared the cigarette with him. He enjoyed their closeness as he kissed Dez's neck. He could really feel a good fuck coming on. Sleepy eyed and lov'n every moment. He could forget everything when he was with Dez.