April 24, 2003
It was quiet except for the tiny raindrops splattering across the window, the ticking of the clock and the sound of sloppy, wet kisses being placed haphazardly down his neck. He moaned when his partner took a nipple into his mouth, tugging at it through the thin cotton of his shirt. Grabbing him by the curls, he brought their mouths back together hungrily.
Justin sighed. There was nothing like spending a lazy afternoon making out with JC. Nothing could compare to being fully entwined from head to toe â“ their fingers ran through each otherâs hair, their lips sought each other greedily, their hips arched against one another to create a delicious friction, and their feet intertwined, toes curling at the sensations and noises they were eliciting.
A bolt of lightning lit up the room, but Justin didnât notice. His eyes were shut in pleasure because, good Lord, JCâs fingers were working on unzipping his fly.
A loud clap of thunder made the entire house tremble, and Justin jerked upright.
He opened his eyes and looked ahead, but he was lying in his bed and JC was gone.
Justin was left alone and aroused, again. As he slid his hand down his belly and under the sheets, he tried to convince himself that the wetness on his face was only sweat.
* * *
One year, four days ago
Despite his attempts to stop them, the tears welled up in his eyes.
âJustin. Donât,â JC said, clearly frustrated.
âWhy not, JC? I have every right to. You just told me that weâre not ready to be together, and thatâs a bunch of shit. Do you know how bad I want this, Jace? Do you?â
âI donât think you know what youâre talking about, Justin.â
âBullshit! I want us to be together, JC. I love you. I always have.â
JC shook his head. âItâs not what you think it is. Youâre lonely. You miss Britney. Youâre nervous about going out there on your own. What we have is . . . comfortable, but itâs not enough. You just need to focus on yourself right now, man. Where youâre at, making your record, mending your heart.â
âI can do both, JC. Why canât you see that I love you?â
âYou donât love me like that.â
âI do!â These last words Justin screamed desperately, and the tears streamed down his cheeks. âI do! I do! I do! I do!â
âJustin, I canât do this right now. Not when youâre like this. We can still be friends, brothers, but nothing more, okay?â He didnât give Justin a chance to respond. JC looked back at Justin one last time before walking out the door.
Justin just stood there, frozen, his heart racing. He wondered if this was all a dream. A sick, twisted dream.
* * *
Fifteen days later
Was he dreaming? Was JC really following him down the hall to his hotel room in Virginia Beach? Had he really travelled there to see how his album was coming? Was he really standing behind him as he reached the door, close enough that his breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck?
Justin nearly jumped out of his skin when, as he fumbled with the key, JC leaned in and licked up his neck to the shell of his ear.
Must.Get.In.Hotel.Room.Now.
He barely had a second to think once they were inside before JC had him pushed up against the door, their lips connected in a heated kiss.
âOh, God.â Justin moaned as JCâs fingers found the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up. Seeing JC so eager like this always turned him on.
âBed,â JC said as he worked on removing the rest of Justinâs clothing.
They lost all of their clothing in the next couple of minutes, and JC licked his way down Justinâs body to his cock. He took the head into his mouth as his fingers continued their downward journey. Somehow, JC had managed to lube them up, and he was teasing Justinâs entrance as he licked and kissed his erection.
âOh,â Justin moaned.
âSo hot, baby. Wanna be in you so bad,â JC whispered around Justinâs cock. He slowly slid one finger in.
A few moments (and a few fingers) later, Justin was ready, practically begging for JC. JC pulled his fingers out and let Justinâs cock slide out of his mouth before moving into position. Once he was in, he reached between them and Justin saw stars as they started to move together.
Soon, JC was collapsed on top of him in a sweaty heap. Justin didnât mind that the bed smelled like sex. All that mattered was that JC was there. And he was so, so tired. In fact, sleep sounded like an excellent idea . . .
* * *
Six months, twenty three days later
He stifled a yawn as he walked down the carpet, smiling at the flashbulbs going off before him. Was it bad that he was exhausted the night of his album release? Probably. But it was worth it. Justin had been up all of the previous night on the phone with JC. The older man had sounded so excited for him. He hadnât been sure if he could make it to the release party or not, but Justin was pretty sure heâd seen him earlier that evening talking to Chris. He couldnât wait until he could get him alone for a moment. JC had promised Justin a very special album-release gift. Of course Justin knew what it was, but that didnât make the idea any less hot.
Later that evening as JC got up off his knees, wiped his mouth and tucked Justin back into his pants, he told Justin how proud he was of him.
âYouâve come really far, J. Congrats.â
âThanks,â Justin managed to get out once heâd caught his breath. âTold you I could handle it.â
JC immediately tensed up at Justinâs words. âJustin. Donât. Not tonight.â
Justin would have let it slide, it was the night of his album release after all, but something in the way JC said it made him ask, âWhy not, JC? When is there a better time? When weâre a thousand miles away having phone sex, or when weâre laid out on the bed after an evening of fucking? I see no better time than now.â
âJustin. Shut up. Someone will hear you,â JC said through gritted teeth.
âYou know what, JC? I donât think I even care anymore. Let them hear. Let them hear how you refuse to acknowledge whatâs right in front of you: a great relationship. We could be something, C.â
âWe are something, Justin.â
Justin sighed, running a hand through his hair. âItâs not enough, JC. I canât keep doing this with you.â
âYouâve never complained before. Not when Iâm jacking you off, or fucking you, or letting you ride me, or blowing you. Iâve never heard you complain one bit.â
âBecause I thought that it meant something to you, too, C! All these times weâve been together without really being together, Iâve always hoped that youâd wake up and say, âDamn, why am I doing this?ââ
JCâs eyes narrowed into angry slits. âThen why are we doing this? If you canât take what Iâm willing to give, then maybe I shouldnât waste my time on you. I came here to congratulate you tonight. But you had to ask for something more than that. Now see what it gets you.â With that, JC turned and stalked out of the bathroom.
Justin wondered if this was déjà vu.
* * *
May 7, 2003
He could have sworn that this had happened before. That JC had showed up at his hotel room unexpectedly, presumably to âcheck inâ on him. Only this couldnât be dĂ©jĂ vu because JC did something heâd never done before: he said âIâm sorryâ right when Justin opened up the door and let him in.
âUm. Thanks. I think. Whatâre you sorry for?â Justin asked as he motioned JC into the living room area of his suite, gesturing for him to have a seat.
JC let out a deep sigh, and Justin knew he was in for a long-winded explanation of exactly what JC was apologizing for, complete with hand gestures and emotional outbursts.
But the motions and interjections never came.
âIâm sorry for stringing you along all this time.â
Justin felt his heart shatter into tiny pieces.
âBoy, did that come out wrong,â JC said. âWhat I meant was, Iâm sorry for letting you think we could be more than just friends.â
A million tiny pieces.
âWait, no. I mean, sorry for being an ass, first of all. And not just at your record party. For all of the times Iâve treated you wrong. And for not considering your feelings. Iâm sorry for turning us into friends with benefits. And I â“ â
âOkay, okay, youâre sorry,â Justin said, his voice breaking as he trailed off. âBut why?â
âWhy what? Why am I sorry?â
âNo. Why have you been doing this to me for all this time? Letting me go to sleep at night praying that one day youâd see me as more than just your best friend and sometimes fuck buddy?â
JC frowned. âWhen did I say that?â
âYou just apologized for â“ â
This time JC cut Justin off. âDude,â he said with a laugh. âThatâs so not what I meant. You didnât let me get to my point. What I wanted to say is that Iâm sorry for doing all of that. And I donât want to do it anymore. Itâs not right.â
âI get that, C.â
âAnd I want to give us a chance.â
At first, Justin was sure he had heard JC wrong.
âW-what?â
âI want us to be together, Justin. I â“ â
This time he was cut off by a lapful of Justin, who had planted his lips firmly on JCâs. He kissed the older man passionately, and JC responded almost immediately. When they pulled apart, JC reached up to tenderly wipe away the tears spilling out of Justinâs eyes.
If this was a dream, Justin never wanted to wake up.
* * *
Twenty eight days later
He fought to keep the last wisps of sleep as a voice tickled his ear.
âJustin. Itâs time to get up, sleepyhead.â
âDonât wanna,â he mumbled, shoving his head under his pillow.
âI know you donât want to, but youâve got to get up now. Youâve got soundcheck in an hour.â
Justin sighed. Decisions, decisions. Should he get up and get ready to perform for thousands of adoring fans, or should he stay in bed curled up against JCâs naked body for the rest of the day?
Fortunately, JC made the decision for him. He yanked the sheets from their bodies, smacked Justin on the ass, and said, âIâm gonna get the shower going. I want you in there with me in the next thirty seconds. Or else.â
Justin made it under the spray by the time JC reached fifteen. They didnât do anything but wash each other. Anything more and Justin definitely would not be in any state to perform on stage. He ignored his arousal as best he could with JCâs soapy hands trailing down his body.
It was difficult, but an hour later they were on their way to the venue for what was to be the first stop on the Justified and Stripped tour.
âYou nervous, J?â JC asked Justin, who had his head against JCâs shoulder.
âLittle bit.â
âDonât be nervous, baby. Iâll be watching you shake that sexy ass of yours the entire time.â
âThatâs what Iâm nervous about.â
âMe? I make you nervous?â
âNot just you. Everybody. Itâs like, ever since I started this whole solo gig, all eyes have been on me. I canât screw this up. I guess part of me expected it, but part of me didnât realize how hard it was going to be.â
âJ, baby.â JC turned Justinâs head so that they were facing one another. âYou. Will. Be. Just. Fine,â he said, punctuating each word with a quick kiss. âJust get up on stage and do your thing.â He then lowered his voice so only Justin could hear. âAnd afterwards, we can make love until the sun comes up. Would you like that, J?â
Justin flushed, gulped, and nodded his head quickly. Yeah, that wouldnât be too bad. He could do this.
* * *
Six months, one day later
Justin moaned as JC freed his erection from his pants and slid to his knees before him.
âJace. Canât.â He groaned. âYouâve got your â“ oh God â“ show.â
JC licked around the head of Justinâs cock, slick with pre-come. âNot for another hour. Donât worry.â
Justin banged his head against the armrest of the couch he was sprawled across as JC took him into his warm, wet mouth, deeper and deeper. JC was so good at this. He released Justinâs erection after suctioning it into his mouth, and Justin shivered as the cool air hit his impossibly warm skin. JC fondled his balls, licking a stripe across them and up the length of his cock before enveloping it in his warmth once again.
âJace. Soon.â
Instead of pulling back, JC took Justin further into his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. The sensation of the head of his cock being worked by JCâs throat was too much for Justin. With a cry he arched his back and came into JCâs awaiting mouth.
When the stars had faded from behind Justinâs eyelids, he made a move for the fly on JCâs pants, distended from his own erection. But JC slipped out of Justinâs grasp.
âLater,â he whispered, kissing Justin so that he could taste himself on his lips. With that, he got up and started preparing himself a cup of tea.
That night, Justin watched from the shadows in the back of the club as JC performed for the crowd, clearly aroused. The audience was obviously enjoying the sexed-up show they were being given, but Justin wasnât jealous. He knew that the object of their affection was his. All his.
* * *
One year, ten months, seventeen days later
âThis has been a dream of mine since I was a little boy growing up on the streets of Millington,â Justin said, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. âI canât thank you enough for giving me this honor. It means more to me than words can describe. Thank you.â
The audience clapped as Justin held up his award one last time and walked off the stage, back to Cameron, back to his parents, back to JC. Justin had insisted that JC attend the Recording Academy Honors, and who was JC to say no? Of course, they had to arrange for Justinâs beard to be there as well, but JC liked Cameron so it wasnât really a big deal. Besides, she was going back to a hotel once the evening was over.
But hours later JC found himself in Justinâs childhood bedroom watching his boyfriend get undressed in front of him.
âYou did so good tonight, baby. Iâm so proud of you,â JC said.
Justinâs heart swelled with pride. JC called him baby. âThanks. You did good, too.â
âMe? I didnât do anything!â
âYeah, but you looked damn fine not doing anything.â
âJustin.â
âYeah?â Justin asked, wearing just his boxers and peering around from hanging up his suit in the closet.
âIf you were any cheesier Iâd . . .â
âEat me up?â
âNo. I mean, yes. I do want to eat you up. But not because youâre cheesy. Because youâre mine. All mine!â This last sentence he said with an evil tone as he grabbed Justin by the waist and pulled him down onto the bed for a kiss.
And of course one kiss turned into two. And two turned into three. And before they knew it Justinâs suit was long forgotten and JC was asking breathlessly, âIs the door locked?â
âYeah,â Justin gasped as JCâs mouth found that sensitive spot on the side of his neck. âOh, Jace. I want you so bad,â he moaned.
âGotta be quiet babe,â JC said, helping Justinâs fumbling fingers undo the buttons on his shirt. âDonât want Mama Harless knocking on the door.â
Justin frowned. âWay to kill the mood.â
JC smirked. âIâm sorry. Iâll make it up to you.â With that, he reached for the waistband of Justinâs boxers, near the clearly straining bulge that signalled Justinâs excitement.
âOh,â Justin moaned as JC pulled off his last item of clothing. âNot fair. Want you naked, now.â He managed to pull away from JCâs touch long enough to strip him as well.
When they were both undressed, JC pulled Justin back down onto the bed. Both men groaned as their erections slid against one another. Their lips met over and over again in furious caresses. JC flipped them over so that he was on top and took his time meandering down Justinâs body. He bit down on Justinâs nipples and then soothed them with his tongue. Justin writhed beneath him, trying to avoid and arch into JCâs touch at the same time. JCâs fingers tickled Justinâs side before reaching down to cup his ass in his hands. Justin arched up, his cock pushing insistently against JC.
âEasy, babe,â JC said. He continued to bathe Justinâs body in kisses, making his way towards his destination. When he reached it, JC glanced up at Justin, opening his mouth to make some humorous comment on Justinâs obvious arousal. But the way Justin was laying there, eyes squinched shut, wet lips silently mouthing âOh, oh, oh,â over and over again, he had to stifle his own moan. Turned on Justin was so hot.
So instead he sat back up, putting his head near Justinâs. âJustin.â
Justin opened one eye and looked towards JC.
JC smiled. âI love you.â
Justinâs other eye flew wide open. Did JC just say what he thought he just said? Did JC just say that he loved him? Had JC finally just said the words he yearned to hear for so long? For the second time that night, Justin found himself fighting away tears.
âI love you too,â he choked out.
Realizing that the situation had gotten far too serious for his taste, JC said, âWell, now that weâve gotten that cleared up . . .â retreated down Justinâs body and took the head of his cock into his mouth.
This time Justin moaned out loud and had to stifle his noises with his fist. JC licked and sucked on his cock, taking the throbbing heat into the warmth of his mouth as far as it could comfortably go. He stroked the base and Justinâs testicles, using his other hand to keep Justin anchored to the bed. His own erection throbbed against Justinâs leg, and he grinded down, just a little, to take away some of the pressure.
Justin entwined his fingers in JCâs curls. âJace, stop,â he gasped out. âWanna . . .â he gulped. And then he said quietly, âWanna be inside you.â
JC almost came right then and there. He hadnât bottomed since . . . well, since he got together with Justin. He eagerly flipped them over and let Justin take control, let Justin reach into his nightstand for lube and a condom. JC bit his lip when Justinâs fingers circled his entrance, and he moaned when first one finger, then two found their way inside of him. And when those long fingers brushed up against that magical spot inside him, he felt drops of pre-come gather on the head of his cock. Justin leaned down to lick them away and now it was JCâs turn to gasp out nearly incoherently.
âOh, please. Baby, I want you in me.â
âYou sure baby?â Justin whispered with a grin, leaning up to give him a soft kiss.
âYes,â he said as Justinâs teasing fingers continued to torture him. Finally they pulled out and JC heard Justin open the condom and sigh as he put it on. JC opened his eyes long enough to see him stroke himself once, twice, before repositioning himself at JCâs entrance.
Justin pushed in slowly for both his sake and JCâs. Oh God. JC was tight, his muscles clenching around Justin, and this was not going to last long at all.
Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in until the sensation was too much for him. At JCâs insistence he picked up the pace, moving in and out in quick thrusts and reaching between them for JCâs erection, swatting away JCâs fingers. JC nearly groaned at the sensation of Justin stimulating him in so many places. His neck tingled from the wet kisses and gentle bites Justin had placed along it, his mouth bruised from Justinâs lips, his cock throbbed as Justin stroked it in rhythm with his thrusts, and his whole body shook as Justin hit his spot over and over again.
âOh,â Justin moaned, and JC knew he was close. His own orgasm was only moments away. Justin slowed his thrusts in an attempt to prolong the pleasure, but his efforts were futile. His body was already too far gone. With one last groan and a final thrust, he froze above JC as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
JC waited as patiently as he could, whimpering when Justin collapsed on top of him, squishing his erection between them. Justin sat up and slowly pulled out, rolling out of bed to throw the condom away. When he returned, he wasted no time in making his way down JCâs body to his swollen cock. He took as much of it into his mouth as he could manage, giving JC some leeway to thrust up slightly. JC bucked up once, twice, three times, and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood as he filled Justinâs mouth with thick spurts of come.
Both men collapsed against one another on the bed, still trying to catch their breath.
âJC?â Justin managed a few moments later.
âYeah?â
âI love you,â Justin said with a yawn.
JC smiled and pulled the covers up around them, not caring that the bed was damp with sweat and sex.
âI love you, too, J. I love you too.â
The room was filled with a comforting silence.
* * *
It was quiet except for the tiny raindrops splattering across the window, the ticking of the clock and the sound of sloppy, wet kisses being placed haphazardly down his neck. He moaned when his partner took a nipple into his mouth, tugging at it through the thin cotton of his shirt. Grabbing him by the curls, he brought their mouths back together hungrily.
Justin sighed. There was nothing like spending a lazy afternoon making out with JC. Nothing could compare to being fully entwined from head to toe â“ their fingers ran through each otherâs hair, their lips sought each other greedily, their hips arched against one another to create a delicious friction, and their feet intertwined, toes curling at the sensations and noises they were eliciting.
A bolt of lightning lit up the room, but Justin didnât notice. His eyes were shut in pleasure because, good Lord, JCâs fingers were working on unzipping his fly.
A loud clap of thunder made the entire house tremble, and Justin jerked upright.
âDonât worry babe, Iâve got you,â JC said as he eased his hand into Justinâs pants.
Justin relaxed and arched into JCâs touch. Yes, JC had him. All of him.
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