It Happened One Summer (8/?) By: LD Griffin and Jess Rating: R to NC-17 Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com (LD's address) or XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address)
Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The eighth chapter is written by Jess, edited by LD. Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it.
Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you and to Andy Roddick for keeping Jess awake enough to type at all hours of the night:
Justin pumped into JC at a swift pace as he enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight, sneaking in through the window, on his back as he also took pleasure in the sound of JC's small moans in his ears. JC watched their shadows in the wall they were facing as he slammed his hips back against Justin's own, urging him, daring him, to move faster. Justin's hand moved to JC's back in front of him, as JC moved on all fours on the bed with a matching pace. Justin's hand slipped down JC's side, starting to go around his body when JC's hand shot up and stopped him. Justin paused when he was completely in JC, their bodies pressed together, and he looked down at JC in confusion.
"What?"
"You sucked me off this morning," JC smiled, "I told you I have to go to work and if you get me off four times now in twelve hours, I'll be complete exhausted. So let's just keep it at an uneven, three!" He yelled out the last word as Justin pulled back his hips and thrust inside him, hitting his prostate, jolting his dick at an instant stiff. After now of almost a month of being together at nights, and some mornings like this one, JC should have known Justin always found a way to get what he wanted. He smiled as JC hand released his own, allowing him to move it down slowly and wrapping his fingers softly around JC's erection.
Justin massaged down JC's dick slowly, contradicting the pace Justin was setting on JC's ass, and he could feel himself near edge when he heard JC's soft moan of pleasure. He changed his angle, lifting his hips up to get a downward angle, not breaking pace, and the change gave him a new feeling to concentrate on as JC cried out with more satisfaction. Justin would make sure JC would reach his climax before he did, Justin would see to that now.
"Oh, oh!" JC thrusted into Justin's hand, closing his eyes tightly together and pushing his forehead down against the pillow, absorbing the new feelings going on inside of him. JC was getting so close and he didn't know what was making him nearer to his edge, Justin's hand on his dick, Justin slamming into him, or hearing Justin's faint breaths that he was trying so hard to hold in. "Close..." JC moaned out, letting his voice trail off in a shallow hum as Justin moved his hand faster. JC released himself, letting his control escape as he came out in one burst onto the bed covers, followed by a few more as Justin moved his hand softly, forcing JC to experience the orgasm completely.
JC enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling Justin slide into him quickly and out even faster so he could push inside again, their bodies slamming together. He could feel Justin's breath on his back, leaving a cool trail against his sweat, and JC enjoyed the slap of their bodies coming together. Justin's breath grew ragged and JC moved his hips, finally, causing Justin to press his hips completely and tightly against JC's ass, spilling over the edge and into the condom. Justin leaned forward, laying his chest flat against JC's back in exhaustion.
Justin leaned down and moved to lie beside JC, smiling in comfort. Thoughts of getting bored with JC had diminished after their first week since JC got back from San Francisco and Justin now found himself in the fourth week since then, counting down the minutes to the next time he saw JC, like a little school girl. He didn't want to think of the vacation with his family the next week, let alone school starting up in a month and a couple weeks and he shook his head, willing the thoughts out of his head. He turned on his side and matched JC's smile.
"You'll be getting me in trouble with my boss," JC looked at him and Justin could tell JC didn't regret anything, "You want to come over tonight? Make it an extra night this week..."
"I...Can't," Justin creased his forehead and rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. His parents were bringing him to the car dealership to buy him the Jeep he wanted and he promised to take Dave for a drive that night.
"Oh, another regular?" JC smiled looking away to the ceiling as well. Justin opened his mouth to object but decided silence would be easier. He took a deep breath, rolling completely over and off of the bed. Standing up, he let the sun glow on him, the heat not matching the warmth JC had given him, and he took another long breath before walking to his clothes. "How much do I owe you again?" JC asked, and the warmth Justin had felt, left his body to be replaced with a bitter chill when he realized that JC really listened to him when he told him it was just a fuck.
"Um..." Justin cleared his throat as he picked up his worn out Wranglers that JC liked on him, and slipped them on, "You owe me only one hundred..."
"Oh, okay," JC nodded as he propped himself up to watch Justin finish dressing. He had thought about following Justin after he left the apartment but he always convinced himself out of it. JC smiled as Justin buckled his belt, the whole situation feeling bittersweet. He was in love with someone he didn't even know. It couldn't be love though, JC tried reasoning, it was lust fulfilled on a weekly schedule, so maybe that was why he was confusing it with a real relationships feelings. Justin looked at him and smiled before walking to the bathroom to clean his face up like he always did and JC's mind couldn't help but wonder where he was going after him, that needed just his face clean.
"Stop thinking about this," JC scolded himself as he fell back onto the bed, then playing with a loose string on the edge of the mattress. He needed to wise up and stop wanting to ask for more, but he wanted more, but Justin's reminders of what it just was would break that fantasy. Asking for anything further would just result in conflict and he didn't want that yet.
"Did you say something before?" Justin asked, walking out of the bathroom and wiping his face with the small towel.
"No," JC said simply as Justin sat down beside his body on the bed.
"I won't be around next week either, I have this previous obligation," Justin said softly, tossing the towel to the other side of the bed and moving his hand to rest on one side of JC, so that he was shielding JC between the bed and his arms. "I'll be here early next Saturday night though, okay? We'll make it a long..." he let his eyes trail down to JC's dick, "...long...night..."
"Good," JC smiled letting his cheeks flush as Justin leaned down and kiss his forehead. Justin pulled back slightly and smiled, watching JC's eyes open slowly.
"Until then."
"Until then, Q," JC repeated as Justin pulled away completely and stood up. Justin looked back at him one last time before he walked out of the bed room door. He let out a deep breath and eased the forced smile off his face; this was getting harder and harder to pretend it was just sex. He needed to talk to Dave, and he hoped buying the car wouldn't take too long as he shut JC's apartment door behind him.
"Nice ass ride brother," Dave laughed when Justin parked his new Jeep in the empty mall parking lot. They had been driving around Rhode Island since Justin picked him up, about an hour ago, and Justin avoided the conversation he needed to have with him by playing CD's on his speaker system. With his parents paying for his car, he just had to worry about the insurance and he frowned thinking about his funds. "You should really get one of those surround sound speaker systems. In this Jeep, with the soft top off... It would be hot."
"Those things are a shit load of money, plus you have to pay installation on top of that," Justin noted, leaning back in his seat and enjoying the new car smell.
"You have a shit load of money though," Dave rolled his eyes flipping the CD to a single he liked, but then lowered it so they didn't have to scream to talk over the noise. "Let's go to Best Buy tomorrow."
"I don't know..." Justin crossed his arms, expecting a blow up after he explained everything, "I don't really have much income each week anymore..."
"What?" Dave paused while he was fooling around with the bass control, "How much are you taking in every week?"
"Oh, about um..." Justin did the small calculations in his head before looking out his window and mumbling it under his breath.
"What? I couldn't hear you." Dave leaned forward as he shut the music off completely, leaving a stale silence in the car waiting to be filled.
"Three hundred and fifty bucks," he muttered out again.
"Jeez...What happened to your regular?"
"I still have him," Justin watched Dave's eyes drift away as his words set in.
"How much are you charging him for three nights a week?"
"Three hundred..." Justin cast his eyes down expecting an outburst, and he wasn't disappointed.
"Three hundred dollars?" Dave yelled, more in shock than anger. "That leaves you with fifty extra... You only do one different person a week besides your regular?"
"I need your advice..." Justin took a deep breath.
"Uh oh," Dave leaned back, figuring it all out, "You've fallen for that guy..."
"Sort of," Justin sighed, "Each week though I try to fool around with someone, to sort of prove I don't like him, but I don't even want to get it up for anyone but JC. I usually just end up sucking someone off and not because I want to but because I have something to prove..."
"Justin, stop falling for him" Dave exhaled noisily, "Listen to me, please. This guy pays you for sex... You might not be his only guy he pays for. There are so many things that could be wrong with him..."
"There could be so many things wrong with someone that sells themselves but I'm sane and I know he is too," Justin argued back, knowing that if he could get Dave's approval of this, or at least acceptance, then he would be more settled that what he was.
"Have you guys been talking and stuff like that?" Dave crossed his own arms observing Justin, "Or do you guys just fuck?"
"I don't know..."
"Yes you do, now tell me."
"Ugh," Justin sighed, putting his hands on the steering wheel and looked forward, "I don't want him to know I care, so if he starts to talk or if I start to feel like I want to, I just tell him that it's just sex."
"Well it should be just sex, but you have to fuck with that too don't you?" Dave unbuckled his seatbelt so he could lean closer to Justin. "Do you want my opinion on this?"
"Haven't you been telling me your opinion?"
"If you decide to tell him it's more than a fuck," Dave turned his head slightly so Justin could see him out of the corner of his eyes, "Then you have to tell him you're still in high school and that you're only seventeen."
"Oh," Justin's forehead creased, "No. That wouldn't go over too well."
"You have to tell him your real name."
"That isn't too bad..."
"And worst of all, if he feels the same way... then," Dave paused as he let his face contort in disgust, "then you'll have to be in a relationship..."
"I want a relationship though," Justin laughed lightly as he looked up, glad that the tension had at least diminished slightly. "And you've seen him, the sex is... the sex is... wow."
"Well then, tell him you want more and give everything up," Dave shrugged and Justin's smile faded softly into a nervous twitch.
"What if JC says no, that he doesn't want more, and rejects me..."
"Then don't tell him at all," Dave mumbled, "whatever you do, just be careful okay?"
"Careful of what?" Justin laughed, not knowing what else to do when he saw the intensity on Dave's face.
"You really luck out," Dave looked down in his hands as he sat straight in his seat, "There are some sick people around here... How do you know this guy won't hurt you?"
"I... I don't know," Justin stuttered out, starting to feel ashamed that he liked someone he hardly knew.
"I'm just looking out for you," Dave reminded him, more for himself though as he noticed Justin's crestfallen appearance.
"I know," Justin breathed out, "I just can't picture JC doing anything to me, like physically hurting me..."
"What if he's hooking you in just to spit you out?" Dave started listing situations out loud, only making himself worry more, "What if he- he, Justin..."
"I'm going to tell him," Justin stated out loud as he decided for himself, ignoring the possible warnings that Dave was telling him. "Have a little trust in me that I can take care of myself..."
"Fine," Dave raised his hands in defeat, "I just see it as my job, being your friend, to go over possible consequences."
"I know," Justin gave him a short smile as he put the car in drive, "That's why I'm going to give you a ride home instead of kicking you out."
"You wouldn't, even if you were really mad," Dave laughed, buckling his seat belt back on. Justin pressed on the gas and they were quickly out of the mall parking lot. He waited until Justin was on the main road to his townhouse before he brought the subject back up. "So when are you going to tell him?"
"Tell who? Oh, JC," Justin took a deep breath, "Tomorrow probably. I have to go away next week with my family so I want to tell him before then."
"Well good luck I guess," Dave said softly after a couple minutes. Justin nodded his head as he turned the Jeep into Dave's townhouse complex. "Even if relationships are satanic..."
"Yeah yeah," Justin laughed as he came to a stop in front of the house and pressed on the brake, deciding to just keep the car in drive.
"Well call me whenever," Dave sighed, opening the car door and stepping out, "You have a nice car man, good pick."
"Thanks. I always pick the best of the best," Justin smiled as Dave shut the door with a loud moan, and he laughed with him. He released his foot from the brake and shot out of the complex quickly, enjoying the fast pick up of his car. Dave watched Justin leave down the road and he let his shoulders drop when he released his breath. He wasn't feeling too good about this.
Dave was sipping on his coffee with his newspaper open in front of him when he saw him. It wasn't a big surprise, with all the stuff Justin had told of him about his place, he figured JC would live in the cleaner part of the downtown area. Rhode Island definitely wasn't big, and he stood up slowly when he saw JC start walking towards the greater downtown area. Dave ignored his paper as he sized JC up. Nice jacket that matched his shoes, a book tucked under his arm, clearly with pages tattered, and a laptop carrying case in his other hand as he walked down the street.
"Definitely gay," Dave murmured to himself as he watched JC stop to pet a dog on the other side of the street. JC picked up his pace again as he walked in the dwindling sunlight between each building and Dave looked down at his watch, noting it was late in the evening for the sun to be setting. He followed JC on the opposite side of the street. He had to talk to this guy, for Justin's sake, and for his own too. He didn't immediately trust anyone who bought another person at all; he had his fair share of bad experiences to know that trust was your first mistake. He stopped walking when he saw JC enter a building, and he smiled slightly.
He ran across the empty street and his smile grew when he went to open the door and found it unlocked. Dave took a deep breath as he looked up the stairwell and saw it empty, JC had already entered his apartment, and he looked at the mail slots. When he found the only window with JC's initials he smiled seeing he was in apartment 2C. He shot a look to his watch and sighed, knowing he was cutting it short to when Justin might come, but he ignored it as he ran up the stairs.
The door was opened slightly and he decided not to knock, and just walk in slowly. He couldn't see JC from the doorway and he walked in, noting the kitchen and the very well organized mail on the small island.
"Weird..." he breathed out, knowing he was probably weirder by not having anything clean in his house.
"Woah!" JC exclaimed walking out of his bedroom and seeing a stranger in his kitchen, one who looked oddly familiar. "Who are you?"
"Bob Hope," he replied sarcastically, enjoying JC's shock too much.
"What are you doing in here...?" he asked shortly, taking a step back blindly and bumping into his television stand.
"Dude, don't worry," Dave smiled sticking out his hand, "I'm surprised you don't recognize me, we met before."
"We have?" JC stood up straight, starting to relax, ignoring the man's out reached hand, "Where did we meet...?"
"You should really lock your apartment door," Dave noted before taking a deep breath and bringing his hand to his side, "I'm Q's friend, from the diner."
"From the diner...?" JC trailed off, going through each memory of the diner and Q and he narrowed his eyes. "I don't really remember it that well."
"You were talking about fifty bucks," Dave said giving him the expression that he should know this already as he helped him figure it out, "This was like, a month ago or something."
"Oh..." JC looked away, slightly remembering, "We didn't officially meet."
"We can officially meet now," Dave smiled lazily and took a step forward, "I'm Dave."
"You already know who I am," JC laughed lightly taking a small step back again, "What are you doing here though?"
"I wanted to talk to you about a deal we could make," he took another step forward as JC took another backwards and felt himself against the wall. "I know you have Q on those three days... I could be the others."
"I, I can't," JC swallowed as he watched Dave take another step forward. Dave put his hand on JC's hip and licked his lips, looking back up.
"Why not?" Dave leaned forward slightly so they were mere centimeters apart, "Do you have other guys those days?"
"No," JC replied with a slight stutter, "I just don't want anybody more..."
"There's more out there than Justin," Dave replied confidently as he looked down, displaying the opposite on his face when he looked at JC's shirt. He rolled his eyes, getting tired of playing this part, but it was the only way he knew how to get the truth out of men. "There's me."
"I don't want anyone else," JC whispered bringing his hands up to Dave's shoulders, ready to push him away if he made another move. Dave looked up at him and smiled being close to him.
"You're telling me, you don't want anyone but Q?" he laughed lightly, "What do you hit him around and stuff? Tie him up?"
"No," JC looked away, then back to him with a slight disgust in his eyes that surprised Dave. "I don't do that."
"Then why do you only want him?" Dave raised his eyebrows, "Just because the sex is that good? I can give you better..." He raised his hands to JC's pants, and massaged him gently through his pants, and he could feel JC's whole body tighten in tension.
"I just want him, okay?" JC moved to the side slightly, not being able to free himself of Dave's hand, "I appreciate you asking, but I just want Q, no one else."
"Hello?" They both turned their heads to the doorway to see Justin walk through the open door and stop in surprise, "Hello..."
JC opened his mouth to say hello in return but decided anything would come out wrong. He knew how bad the situation looked just from his point of view, so he could imagine how bad it looked from Justin's.
"Hi Justin," Dave took a step back and smiled at him, "I just was in the neighborhood and..."
"Let's go outside," Justin said simply before walking out of the apartment. Dave practically skipped as he walked to the door, and JC let out a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. Hopefully Justin would come back.
Dave shut the apartment door behind him softly and took a step closer to Justin, whose back was to him as he looked down the stairwell. He was about to call out his name when Justin turned around quickly and pushed him against the wall violently.
"What the hell are you doing?" Justin asked, his face of anger and aggression contradicting the hurt in his eyes.
"Justin get off of me," Dave tried pushing him away but Justin just held his grasp strongly, "Justin..."
"Why are you fucking here?" Justin's jaw was clenched as he spoke, "And with your hand on his fucking crotch no less, why?"
"Justin, I swear if you don't get off of me, I'm going to punch you," he muttered out, letting out a deep breath when Justin released his hands violently and stepped back. He smoothed out his shirt, looking at Justin turn around and cursed out loud a few times. "I wanted to just see if he was as good as you said he was."
"Just because I said he was good in bed gives you no right to want to look into it to see if it was true," Justin shot back, not looking at him yet as he ran his hand through his curls in frustration.
"No, not in bed, I mean in general," Dave sighed taking a step towards Justin, "I was just testing him to see if he was good for you. He didn't act on it at all, he only wants you..."
"Well this isn't your deal to get into okay?" Justin muttered out starting to feel himself relieve his tension, "Let me do this on my own"
"No" Dave finally snapped himself, "You really don't know what you're doing."
"Well let me figure it out for myself," Justin spoke louder, feeling his eyes narrow, his friend starting to become a stranger. He took a step forward and Dave brought his hands up.
"Justin if you go to hit me, I will hit you back," Dave warned out when he saw Justin's fist clench. "I don't even want JC okay?"
"Fine," Justin sighed as he turned and let out a breath.
"Plus I could do better," Dave shrugged and anticipated Justin swinging at him and he ducked in time to avoid Justin turning around with his fist in the air. Instinct took over from fighting too many fights on his own, and this time his fist connected with Justin's cheek, sending him a couple steps back.
"You fucker," Justin groaned out as he brought his hand up to his cheek, pressing lightly on his cheek which was already swelling.
"Well I warned you..." Dave sighed taking a step forward, "Let me see it..."
"Why? So you can punch me again?" he looked up bitterly at Dave before turning away, "No fucking way will I let you see it."
"C'mon," Dave took another step.
"No," Justin murmured wiping the tear that came out instinctively from the pain and he gave in when Dave's hands came to his shoulders and turned him around gently.
"I'm sorry," Dave sighed, moving Justin's hands down. Justin bit his lip as he watched Dave inspect his own cheek. "I told you though man I would hit you and you started it..."
"You're the one that hit on my guy," Justin pointed out then winced when Dave pressed down too hard.
"Sorry."
"It's fine," Justin mumbled when Dave released his hands.
"Maybe JC can give you some ice or something," he laughed and Justin rolled his eyes, pulling his head back and walking back a few steps.
"Go home or go work, whatever," Justin shrugged, "I'm still mad..."
"I am sorry I hit you," he took a breath as he walked to the stairwell and then looked back, "I'm not mad I did what I did though. He likes you and I just wanted to make sure of something."
"Well are you satisfied with what you found out?" Justin crossed his arms, expecting something sarcastic to be replied, but was surprised when Dave kept the same somber expression.
"I'm leaving you alone with him after I talked to him," he paused and took a couple steps down, so he was looking at Justin through the stair railings. "That should tell you something."
He disappeared down the stairs and Justin let out a deep sigh, trying to get an understanding of what all had happened. His heart had dropped when he saw the situation he walked into earlier and now all he was left with was the after shock of it all.
JC was pacing in his kitchen, ignoring the glass of water he had poured for himself ten minutes earlier. He had thought about following Dave into the hallway, but, to be honest to himself, he had to admit he was scared of what would happen. JC decided he had been waiting a while since the two had left the apartment, and a long time since their voices had quieted in the hallway, so he decided he would just go out and see what was going on. He was almost there when he heard a soft knock on the door, knowing if he was anyone else in the apartment he probably wouldn't have heard it.
JC took a deep breath and answered the door, pulling it open slowly. His jaw almost dropped when he saw Justin standing there with a swollen cheek, which had taken on a shade of purple.
"He hit you?" JC asked, already knowing the answer as he moved to the side to let Justin in.
"Yeah," Justin mumbled out with a small cough following it. "It hurts a lot."
"I'll get some ice," JC commented, looking into the hallway and seeing it was empty.
"He left," Justin mentioned as JC started to close the door, "Sorry about all that drama..."
"I didn't know where he came from," JC started to explain as he locked the door and walked with Justin to the kitchen, "I came home from the bookstore and was plugging my laptop in and I walked back into the living room and he was here, without me knowing..."
"Just don't worry about it," Justin waved JC off as he went to the small island of counter space. He lifted himself up and sat down on the edge as JC took out an ice tray from the freezer. JC gave him a quick look before focusing back on the ice cubes and Justin's lips curved slightly up when he saw how concerned JC was.
"So we're okay?" JC asked, putting some cubes into a Ziploc bag, with his back still turned to Justin.
"Yeah," Justin replied as he watched JC's back muscles tense up through his t-shirt when he leaned over and put the empty ice tray into the sink. JC turned around and smiled sympathetically with the bag in hand.
"It's going to be cold."
"Obviously," Justin smiled slightly when JC stood in between his legs and lifted the bag up, gently against Justin's cheek.
"There we go," JC whispered out, moving his gaze up from the bag to Justin's eyes.
"Just so you know," Justin started saying, but paused as the bag moved with each word he said, and he smiled before getting back on track. "I wasn't with another person last night, I mean I was... just not like I am with you..."
"Oh?" JC commented as he looked back down to the bag. He really didn't want to hear about Justin's excursions with other men, "It is okay you know, I guess, if you're with other men."
"Oh," Justin looked down as well, "I was with Dave, not with someone who... you know..."
"Ah. You weren't with a person who pays for you like I do," JC finished for him as he watched the back of Justin's eye lids and he looked away just when Justin was bringing his gaze up again. There was an awkward pause and Justin sighed. Another moment passed before Justin cleared his throat urging JC to look at him as well, and smiled gently when JC finally did.
"Hi," Justin smiled deciding if he couldn't find his confidence he would just have to pretend he had some.
"Hey Q," JC smiled back, then switched his gaze back to the bag of ice as he tried moving the ice cubes inside it to lay flat on Justin's cheek.
"Justin," he muttered looking away just when JC looked up quickly.
"What was that?" JC let out a small chuckle, "Did you just get my name wrong?"
"My name is Justin," he looked up to JC and almost glanced away when he saw that JC's eyes were wide open, but he held the gaze and continued. "And I don't want to..." he trailed off when JC closed his eyes and opened them again slowly, his eyes now filled with the warmth he was seeking, "I don't want people to pay me, rent me, anymore." A new flash of alarm shot through JC's eyes quickly and Justin looked away just as fast, knowing, feeling that JC didn't want him.
"So you're going to end us?" JC asked quietly, still holding the ice pack softly against Justin's cheek. His heart had been beating fast, but now it was lost in his stomach somewhere and he took a deep breath hoping to calm himself down.
"What?" Justin asked quickly, "No, that's not what I mean. God I can't make sense today at all..." He took a deep breath when he couldn't figure out where to begin and he started again. "I don't want to be paid for having sex anymore. I don't even want to have sex with anyone else but you. And I don't want you paying me anymore, I... I want you, and I want you to have me for free."
"You mean a relationship?" JC blinked his eyes, unsure if this was real or one of the fantasies of Justin he had been hoping would come true.
"Uh huh," Justin replied nervously. JC lowered the ice bag slowly and put it on the counter beside Justin. He slid his feet on the floor, so his toes were hitting the edge of the cabinet and he lifted his hand up again, sliding it softly over Justin's swollen cheek. He moved his head forward slightly, sealing the distance between their lips closed as Justin's lips accepted him eagerly.
The warmth of the kiss, as their lips spread apart slightly, contrasted the bitter cold JC felt with his hand on Justin's cheek, and he moaned softly when Justin's tongue slipped past his lips. Justin's hand wrapped around to the small of JC's back, holding him in place as he pulled his lips away leisurely. JC's other hand slipped around Justin's head, into his curls, and he wrapped one around his finger when Justin lowered his lips onto JC's neck. Justin knew the spot on JC's neck that made him moan, the curve of his neck into his shoulder, and he kissed it softly, before trailing it softly with his tongue.
"Oh, Justin..." JC groaned out, his head falling back allowing Justin better access. Justin lips curved into a smile when he heard JC call him by his real name, and he wanted to hear it again. He bit JC's skin gently where his tongue had been, leaving a small pink mark, and he almost groaned when both of JC's hands were now in his hair, massaging his scalp and pushing him closer. "Justin, bedroom..."
Justin pulled back slightly, smiling as well as he could with the bruise on his cheek, before kissing JC quickly again. JC was the one to pull away this time as he also backed away from the counter Justin was sitting on and started to the bedroom. Justin watched him go into the bedroom as he smiled after him before Justin jumped off of the counter. He would have ran into the bedroom if he wasn't worried about how stupid he would look, and when he did enter the room JC was already down to his boxers. He walked to JC intending to kiss him, but JC turned his head when Justin's arms went up to his shoulders.
"Go lie on the bed," JC smiled, "In all your clothes too." Justin's forehead creased as he looked to the bed then back to JC who was kicking his jeans away. JC looked to Justin who hadn't budged at all and laughed lightly, pushing Justin towards the bed "Lie on your back..."
"You sure you don't want me to -"
"Nope," JC smiled when Justin sighed and fell onto the bed, fully clothed, and scooted to lie on his back. He spread his arms and legs out, turning his head to give JC a look asking what the hell was going on. JC licked his lips, blinking lazily as he walked to the foot of the bed where Justin was moving his feet to a silent beat. "This is all about you tonight."
"I don't know," Justin started to sit up but when he looked at JC and saw the intensity in his face, he complied and laid himself back down. JC slowly, took off both of Justin's shoes, tossing them to the other side of the room before he started taking off his socks.
"You're not ticklish," JC noticed out loud, throwing the socks on the floor carelessly, ending up by the shoes. He crouched down onto the bed slowly, crawling in between Justin's legs, and putting his hands on both sides of Justin's waist. "You should sit up..."
"Okay," Justin smiled softly, ignoring the slight pain in his cheek when he saw JC watching him as if he was starved. His fingers were already on the bottom of Justin's t-shirt lifting up slowly, so when he was sitting up the shirt slipped over his head casually, and setting his curls into more of a trampled mess. JC's lips were already moist and bright pink when Justin stared at them with equal passion. JC saw this and leaned in; kissing him with so much force that it brought them down onto the bed, with JC on top of him. Justin's hands instantly went up to JC's hair violently, crashing JC's lips into his when he had pulled away slightly for a breath.
It looked like their lips were fighting each other, brutally, but they couldn't hold back anymore and the quick pace of their lips battling each other wasn't hard enough. So much satisfaction and pleasure was shooting between the two of them, and their tongues collided as their moans did the same. JC was losing control, control he had to maintain tonight, and he pulled back quickly, hearing the loudest moan of frustration come from Justin.
"All night," JC breathed out, kissing Justin's battered lips gently before softly giving his bruised cheek a quick kiss as well, watching Justin's eyes shut softly. With one last kiss to Justin's lips again he started the trail downward. He kissed Justin's chin, setting him in a quick smile before JC moved to his neck, leaving a wet trail with his tongue and Justin moaned again, not caring anymore if he made noise or not. JC moved his head back, blowing softly on the path his tongue had made, and Justin's back arched as his hands moved down JC's back. "Hands off," JC smiled, keeping his head up as he waited for Justin to listen.
"No, I want to touch," Justin pouted before he sighed and followed the direction. He didn't like this role of having little control.
"Deal with it," JC whispered, as if he could read Justin's mind, before he moved his lips to Justin's chest. JC couldn't get enough of him as his lips left small kisses down the center of Justin's chest, enjoying the small rise of his chest with his tongue. He trailed his tongue to Justin's nipple, rubbing over it softly causing Justin to almost sit up from the bed. He wasn't ticklish on his feet, but he sure was sensitive on his chest, which only left JC wondering where else he was extremely sensitive. His lips shut over Justin's nipple before he snuck out his tongue again teasing it.
"Mmm... JC," Justin moaned out, grabbing a firm grip around the blankets that they laid on top of. He had never felt this much passion with anyone before, no one had ever let him lay there when they did all the work, and he smiled down to JC, who was showering his body with lazy kisses. When his chin hit Justin's pants, he bit his lip as he lifted his head up to look at Justin's pants. JC shot a quick glance to Justin who was looking down at him, with an unwavering stare, only shooting daggers of lust at him.
His hand slid down Justin's side until it came to the first button on his pants and he unsnapped it, expertly. Justin's eyebrow raised in mock astonishment over the fact that he had done it with only one hand, but that ended when JC raised his hand higher, pulling Justin's zipper open. JC smiled, hungrily, down at Justin's boxers peaking out from his opened pants and seeing that he was hard already. He brought his hand up and massaged Justin through his boxers, moving it lethargically up and down. Justin started rocking his hips with the motion of JC's hand, letting small sighs escape his lips and his eyes roll back slightly. JC pulled his hand quickly away to see what Justin would do and he almost laughed when Justin let out another loud, frustrated moan.
"This isn't...funny," Justin warned JC with his eyes, letting the tone of his voice carry the untold threat.
"Uh huh," JC nodded as he brought his other hand to the top of Justin's pants and started pulling down as his thumbs hooked under Justin's boxers as well. He wanted to pull his clothing off quickly but knew he wanted to remember every part of Justin, step by step. It was like their first time with each other, and in a way, it was. Having sex with Justin was a whole new experience, to know Justin was here because he wanted to be, and knowing Justin wouldn't be in anyone else's bed later except for maybe his own. JC made it a challenge for himself by casting his eyes down and not sneaking a peak as he slowly took off each leg of Justin's pants from his body, before looking up slightly to Justin's full erection. He had seen it before, but now in front of him again with all these new thoughts in his head, it made him even more excited.
"Don't forget your boxers," Justin reminded him quietly as he let out a deep breath, one he hadn't realized he was holding in.
"Oh right," JC shook his head, standing up quickly and sliding off his own boxers in a quick, fluid, motion.
"You don't have to do anything, you know," Justin offered as he propped himself up. "I would be more than happy if you want to lie back and..."
"I'm getting something out of doing this," JC responded kneeling back onto the bed and Justin pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. JC was about to object until he realized what Justin was allowing him better access too. He put his hands on the bed, and started the crawl between Justin's legs, letting his body lay flat against the bed after two strives. JC brought his lips down on Justin's thigh, feeling how soft Justin's skin was there. Justin shut his eyes tightly together, ready to rip his hair out from not being able to touch JC. No one had ever touched him in this area where JC's lips were against his skin, all the other men he had been with just wanted his dick and had only touched that part of him hastily.
Justin moaned out loud again, realizing now how much he had been suppressing himself from times earlier spent with JC. He wouldn't think of the other men, and when JC darted out his tongue the only thing he could concentrate on was the red bursts of pleasure against his eye lids when he squeezed them shut. He opened his eyes slowly though when JC pulled back and Justin blinked a few times when he saw that the room had a red haze to it, but reasoning that the richness of color was coming from the sun that was setting in the window. He shifted his vision to JC between his legs and he let out a small whimper when he saw JC staring at his dick with desire.
Justin took a deep breath when JC leaned forward and covered the tip of his dick with his lips, leisurely. JC didn't take him in his mouth though like Justin thought he would, but instead he enjoyed how JC started going down his erection with small kisses, taking his time. Occasionally he would run his tongue down slowly with Justin's hiss of pleasure filling the room. JC trailed up the underside of Justin's dick with his tongue flat and Justin unconsciously raised his hips higher, he couldn't think of anything better in his life than this right now. JC pulled away slightly as Justin leaned his head back in pleasure and before he could look back down, JC took Justin in his mouth completely.
"Ohh..." Justin practically screamed out, not caring about consequences anymore, and he shot his hands to JC's hair, running his fingers through the short strands as JC moved up and down his erection. JC's tongue rolled around his dick and Justin opened his eyes slightly as he looked down between his short pants of breath and saw JC bobbing up and down, only instigating him to cry JC's name out loud several times. Justin moved his hips slightly with JC's pace and his eyes shut again, unable to hold them open against the pleasure that was trying to keep them shut. JC slid his hand up Justin's thigh gently, then rubbing Justin's balls tenderly giving him another burst of sensations running through his body.
JC could feel Justin getting closer to his peak, and he moved his head up and down at a faster pace as his fingers felt Justin's balls start to grow tighter. Justin's hands paused over JC's head as his breath hitched, no more soft pants or small moans eliciting themselves past Justin's lips, and JC continued the pace as Justin's body grew tenser.
"JC... Fuck..." Justin cried out when his hips jerked and he peaked, bursting out into JC's mouth in a couple outbursts as he cried out more moans, releasing JC's head from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides as he felt JC's lips move smoothly up his dick and let Justin out of his mouth, swallowing what was left in his mouth. "Shit... JC, you swallowed..."
"Yeah," JC nodded in a hushed voice, looking up at Justin's face, covered in perspiration. Justin opened his eyes wider, still taking small breaths and yet he still smiled at JC.
"Fuck me, please," Justin asked but in a way where it wasn't a question but an option that couldn't be denied. JC shook his head again and pushed himself off of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Justin shut his eyes, sliding down the bed so he laid flat on it. What a night... what a fucking night. He could hear JC as he gargled some mouthwash in the bathroom and Justin let out a deep, satisfied breath.
The incoming light of the bathroom turned off and Justin turned his head to watch JC walk to him, with a condom already on. Justin smiled nervously as JC, once again, lifted himself onto the bed between Justin's legs. He brought his feet up, laying them flat against the bed when JC moved himself higher, so his hands mounted themselves on both sides of Justin's body.
"Hi Justin," JC whispered out when their faces were close together. Justin leaned his head forward and captured JC's lips with his own in a soft kiss, that to others might be described as basic from just its appearance, but to them it was a seal of perfection. No more words needed to be exchanged, and with their lips still together, JC pushed himself into Justin slowly, connecting their bodies there as well. Justin's eyes squeezed tightly together and his head fell back, separating their kiss. JC pulled his hips back and returned that with a push forward, going slow enough for Justin to get used to him. Justin blinked a few times before looking up at JC over him, his eyes now a shade darker.
"JC..."Justin couldn't stop himself from saying his name but JC did when he enclosed his lips over Justin's, silencing him. JC moved his hips faster and after a few minutes they had a pace that was only eliciting the deepest moans from the other. JC was close, it was written on his face when Justin pulled back from the kiss and brought his hand up to JC's cheek. His jaw was clenched now, with his eyes almost shutting each time he brought himself deeper inside of Justin and he only picked up the pace when he could feel a cloud of sensations start to rise in his body. JC's eyes fluttered when he let out a few moans, his climax reaching and he released himself into the condom as his arms gave out, and Justin caught him as he fell softly onto Justin.
"I have you, JC," Justin breathed out kissing JC on his cheek as he helped JC pull out of him, and lie beside him on the bed.
"Yeah..." JC whispered letting his eyes blink a few times before keeping them closed. Justin let his eyes roam over JC's body, one he barely touched tonight and he brought his eyes back up to JC's face. JC kept his word, made this night about Justin. Justin smiled as JC's breath grew even and he knew he would be asleep soon, but he didn't mind. JC kept his word to him, and that was worth more than anything anyone else could give him.
"JC?" Justin whispered as he put his head down on JC's shoulder. "Thank you..."
"Thank you," JC replied back. Justin thought at first that maybe in JC's exhaustion he had just repeated what Justin had said, but after a few moments he realized JC was really thanking him, and he leaned in, kissing JC's lips while he slept. He relaxed his head on JC's shoulder and soon joined him in a deep sleep, smiles on both of their faces.
~~LD Griffin~~