Leave

He decides to leave. This was getting out of hand. Joey gets up before Victor wakes up, picking up his clothes and putting them on. He left Victor's place and wandered down the street looking for his hotel room. It was time for him to head back. He eventually found it and fishing the key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door. Closing the door behind him he walked forward and realized he was not alone in his room. There was a man jacking off on the bed. The two made eye contact and the man on the bed frantically fumbled with the sheets trying to cover himself but instead fell off the bed.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you jacking off in my room," Joey said.

"Who am I? Who the fuck are you?" he asked, "This is my room?"

"Then why do I have a key?" Joey lifted his key up to show it to the man, but as he did so it disappeared. "What the fuck?"

"You mean this?" The man fished a key out of his pants, which were in a heap on the floor.

"How did you get that?" Joey says, "What's your name?"

"I got it because this is my room. Finn Romero. Who are you?" Finn said. Joey was stunned. Had he messed something up in the past?

"No you're the last name can't be Romero, my name is Joey Romero," Joey said and Finn squinted at him.

"Okay, who are your parents?" Finn asks.

"Victor and Maria Romero," Joey says and Finn laughs.

"Maria? Are you fucking kidding me?" Finn said, "I don't know who you are, but Victor, my dad, is too gay to ever have a kid with someone named Maria."

"Victor's gay?" Joey said, thinking back to what had happened back in 1978, when he had fucked Victor.

"I mean last time I walked in on my parents fucking I was only 10, but they both seemed pretty into it so, yeah Victor's gay. Now could you please leave my room before I call the front..." Finn stopped abruptly his mouth gaping, "Oh my god what's happening to your feet?"

"What are you..." Joey looked down and saw that his feet were slowly fading to nothing. He couldn't even feel them there anymore.

"HOLY SHIT?" Joey said as he thrashed his leg around trying to see if he could shake the feeling away as the nothingness crept up his body.

"What is going on man?" Finn said panicked, sliding away from Joey, still clutching a pillow over his junk.

"I don't know?" Joey said thrashing his body about, it was up to his waist now, he couldn't run away, he no longer had legs. He yelled and shouted, but even as he did so, Finn seemed to mellow out, as if he was beginning to forget Joey was even there. Soon it was only Joey's head left and Finn seemed to have completely forgotten about Joey ever barging in as he removed the pillow and began to jack off once more. Joey's last thing he saw before disappearing to time was the image of Finn blowing his load all over his naked chest.