Thoughts on a scar

15 minutes of freedom and this is what I do!

He traced his fingers down the scar gently. Nick said it didn't hurt but it looked so red and sore that Justin didn't believe him. He followed his fingers with his lips and was aware of brilliant blue eyes watching him as he glanced up.
He hated it. This ugly, glaring scar that marred his love. Unlike other little scrapes and cuts, this wouldn't disappear. Nick would carry it for the rest of his life. A reminder of one of the worst times of his life. Justin hated it for the doubt it had put in Nicks' eyes. Doubt in his own ability. He knew Nick would get back to his best and he just hoped that he trusted his body, his ability and not let doubt cripple him as he himself sometimes did. He didn't trust his body anymore, it had let him down too many times. He didn't want Nick to ever feel that way. Ever.
He moved up Nicks' body to meet those lips that waited for him curved in to a small smile.
"Happy?"
Justin grinned and shook his head.
"No"
Nick smiled and reached up to pull him down.
"Guess I'll have to prove it to you then"