Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned herein or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Bunking With JC, Chapter 2
After the second drink, I felt my cheeks begin to flush. Finishing the third, it seemed like all I could do to keep myself from grinning stupidly. JC smiled at me from the other side of the small, round hotel table and passed me a glass with nothing but an ounce or two of rum in it.
"Where's the coke?" I asked.
"We're all out. We're doing shots now!"
I looked in the cup wearily. "You drink it, I think I've had enough, Josh."
"Nah, come on Justin! Just a couple. We're celebrating, right?"
'What the hell?' I thought to myself. "Yeah, we're celebrating!"
We each drank two shots, quickly in succession. "That's what I'm talking about," he said. The liquor flowed, and JC and I laughed about this and that, including all the trip-ups we'd had in our choreography during the several months on stage.
"I gotta take a leak," I said abruptly, and stood straight up. I felt the blood drain from my face and felt my knees go weak before I'd taken one step. I leaned my palms on the table for support. "Whoa...Haha, I wasn't expecting that."
JC was by my side in an instant. "Are you alright? Need some help getting there?"
"No..." I swallowed, my tongue felt thick in my mouth. "I mean yeah."
"No prob, bro." I put my arm around his shoulders and he half-dragged me to the darkened bathroom. We stood in front of the toilet for a moment, and I was about to unzip myself, but turned to look at him with an expectant look on my face.
"What?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "Oh... yeah, sorry." He twisted around and flicked the light switch.
"No, I meant..." I said, as I glanced at my crotch, chuckling.
"Oh, that. C'mon man, we're both guys! Dude, you got a long look at my piece just the other day."
I turned red and felt more sober immediately. What do I say to that? "I'd just rather do it alone."
"Alright, alright... I'll go clean up," he said, sounding resigned, and closed the door behind him.
I took my piss, hearing the TV switch on from the other side of the door, and then splashed my face. I rested my hands on the sides of the sink and paused for a moment, staring myself down. My stomach churned with a combination of alcohol and embarrassment. JC didn't seem very bothered, did he?
I steeled myself and opened the bathroom door. JC sat with one leg hanging off the side of his bed, tapping on the remote control. I took a brief moment to examine him and commit another moment of his beauty to memory. His angular, masculine nose, unusually messy hair. A sleeveless t-shirt displayed his muscular arms, and sweat pants cut at the knee showed his sculpted calves.
I sat at the far corner of the full-sized bed, trying to stay as far away from his eyes as I could for the moment. We watched the first segment of Conan in silence together.
Suddenly, the TV turned off. "Hey," he said, holding the remote. I frowned inwardly and braced myself before turning to look at him, trying to put on the most mild expression I could. "Come here..."
I rolled over to the other side of the bed and faced him.
"No, come here come here," he insisted, and motioned to the space next to him. Reluctantly I stood up and sat down next to the older man.
He stared at me for a moment. "Why are you hiding?" he asked, as if he were asking me what time it was.
"I don't know what you mean." I couldn't look at any part of him, so I searched the floral pattern of the blanket.
"Yes you do," he said softly, in almost a whisper. I felt his arm curl around my waist and, instinctively, I slid back into his arms. It was warm, comfortable, and natural. We settled back against the headboard and pillows together.
I was breathing hard, more surprised than nervous. "Whatever you're afraid of... Just don't be for a minute." One hand found the top of my head and lightly combed through my blonde curls. The other slid up my shirt, and spread across my chest.
I felt his breath on my neck then, and knew what would happen next. I tiled my head back onto his shoulder, giving him access he wanted. His lips brushed lightly against the corner of my neck, just above my collar, and I shivered involuntarily. His other hand traveled along my thigh and up into my shirt, and he groped my chest with both hands, carefully tweaking my nipples. He bit gently on the inside of my neck with his lips, and I moaned in his ear, getting harder in my cargo shorts each second.
His hands left my shirt then, and I felt them on my shoulders, twisting me around on him. We lay chest to chest, and my mouth opened slightly, as I realized how aroused he was. I could feel him pressing against me, and I liked it. He grabbed me again and pulled my face to his, pressing his mouth to mine. My eyes widened suddenly... 'What am I DOING?' I pulled away, and struggled out of his arms.
JC looked stunned... "What did I do?"
I sat at the edge of the bed and turned to face the balcony of the suite... "I've never been... with a guy," I stammered. "I don't know if I'm ready to... I don't even know if I'm sure WHAT to do, Josh."
"You just do what comes naturally," he said, in a deep, breathy voice.
I turned back to him, and swallowed hard. Before me, JC was pushing down the waist of his sweat pants and boxer shorts, revealing his cock to me. It sprung up and lay flat against his stomach, which rose and fell shallowly. His blue eyes locked on mine, willing me towards him.
"Take your shirt off, Justin" he commanded me, without taking his eyes off mine.
Without hesitation I lifted the hem of my white t-shirt and dropped it to my feet.
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To be continued.
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