It Happened One Summer (9/?) 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 ninth chapter is written by LD, edited by Jess. Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it.
Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you, to Andy Roddick for keeping Jess awake enough to type at all hours of the night:
Also- This chapter, Frankie, refers to Frankie Goes to Hollywood. All you 80's buffs out there, you'll get what I mean.
Justin packed all his clothes into his suitcase, carefully folding each shirt and pair of slacks and then placing them in by order of color and texture. His toiletries lay scattered to his right all over the comforter; three pairs of shoes rested upside down on their laces next to a set of cowboy boots. Reaching over for the hair dryer, Justin picked it up and swirled the cord around its handle, wrapping the plug into the knot. He walked over to his cd player and hit `play'; the music poured out into the room and he started tapping his toe as he made his way back over to the closet in search of his cowboy hat.
"Ain't goin' down till the sun comes up, ain't givin' in till they've given up, going `round the world in a pick-up truck, ain't goin' down till the sun comes up..."
His cowboy hat sat perched on the highest shelf, the leather hat band's feathers appearing as if they were almost falling off. Justin jumped up once, slamming the hat down from where it was and caught it mid air. A birthday present from his Grandma Sadie for his fifteenth birthday, the hat was a Stetson and like all well-manufactured cowboy hats, made of the finest felt around. The brim of the hat was long and wide, while the bowl was shaped to exactly fit the perimeter of Justin's own circular head. Placing his index finger up against the bowl, he twirled it once, letting it revolve on his fingertip like a globe. Snickering to himself, he spun it faster, watching as it gained momentum and defied the laws of gravity. He sauntered back into the bedroom, whirling it one last time in the direction of the bed, and shoved his fist in the air when it landed gracefully on top of his boots.
"Justin?? Honey, are you packing?"
"Yes mom. I told you I would; you have only reminded me about a dozen times." Justin rolled his eyes as he screamed back at his mother through his open door.
"Don't be smart with me young man; I'm still your mother even if you are a high school senior."
"Whatever mom."
Justin turned back to the suitcase lying open on his bed, placing all the remaining items into it and except the cowboy hat and boots which went into a separate duffel bag. He pulled off his muscle shirt and pulled down his workout pants, leaving himself in just his boxers. Standing back up, he placed his hands on his hips and began to pace all over the room.
It's only for ten days' he thought as he looked down at the floor, even if two of those consist of driving to and from West Virginia in the first place.'
The eggshell colored carpet seemed to reflect his thoughts as he stared more intently at it, his eyes crossing so that he started to see shapes in the Berber. Yet, before he could loose himself completely in the sea of loops, the phone rang.
Justin looked up at the cordless phone that sat on the night stand, the blinking indicator holding a steady color every time the ringer sounded. The shrill ringing of his private line had always had a drawing affect on him. Except now. He stood his ground, not even bothering to squint to see the Caller ID, until he heard his answering machine pick up.
"Justin? Baby...you there? Justin, if you're there please pick up. I really wanted to catch you before you left..."
The sound of JC's voice pulled Justin out of the place his brain had been hiding in the deep recesses of his skull. Running over to grab it before the message ended or JC hung up, he snatched it off its dock and quickly pressed the "talk" button.
"Hello?"
"Baby? Is that you? Why are you so out of breath?"
"I just ran to grab the phone when I started hearing your message."
"Oh."
"Yeah," Justin answered, stumbling over to the door and kicking it shut with his foot.
"I'm glad I caught you. I know you're leaving tomorrow morning and all, but...well...Justin, I'm going to miss you."
"God, I know. But this trip's been planned since last summer, and my Grandma is all excited to know I'm getting up there to see the old maid. You have no idea, however, how much I've wanted to call her up and tell her I had more important matters to handle at the moment and that I'd hopefully see her and her fucking ranch next summer and that I'd deal with them then."
"Justin! She's your grandmother and she lives alone on, from what you've told me, a huge, beautiful ranch in West Virginia. I think you at least owe her the respect of following through on a trip that could warm her old heart. I mean, you're only going to be gone ten days anyway."
"Yeah, well, trust me. A shitty day in a car each way is not my personal idea of the ultimate vacation. Driving becomes so boring at times, that I before have thought castration to probably be more fun."
Justin could hear the quick, painful intake of breath on the other end at the mention of this, and he chuckled to himself as he felt JC try to reorganize his thoughts.
"Well, for Christ's sake, I never would have thought it to be that...well...mind-numbing, for you to consider the horror of all male horrors to be more enjoyable."
"Well, this trip at least, I can be thinking about you the entire time when my mind wanders."
"Oh yeah? And just what will you be thinking about me?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe that, at the exact moment I'm driving across the long, lonely stretch of high-way, my man is doing something that appears so incredibly sexy and fuckable."
"You are so bad."
"And you like it too."
"Well..."
"Admit it JC. You find me irresistible."
"Actually, I find you insatiable. And I want to satiate every hunger and thirst you ever have baby."
"Now look who's bad. If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was looking for a fuck."
"Vulgar enough, Justin?"
"Ah baby, you know you love it when I talk dirty about your cock..."
"Jesus, Justin."
"Well, I know you do even if you won't admit it to me." Justin laughed out loud at this, and smiled a big grinning smile at JC, even though he knew JC couldn't see him.
"Alright, I give in. I fucking adore it. However, I need to get to bed because I have to go to work tomorrow, and you mister vulgar need to hit the sack also because you're leaving as soon as the rooster crows."
"Only if it's your cock baby. I don't want no other cock "crowing" at any time of the morning. But if it's yours baby, I'll wake up and make sure to open my eyes in time to see the sunshine, then suck you dry."
"Okay, Justin, that's it. I'm putting down the phone. I must be seriously delusional and sleepy to have misheard what you just said. I'll talk to you sometime soon. Call me from the ranch."
"You know I will baby. Bye."
"Bye Justin."
A click could be heard and then a dial-tone resonated throughout the speaker. Justin clicked the off button as he placed the phone back down on its cradle; then, he moved the suitcase to the floor. He peeled back the covers and slipped in, the tent in his boxer shorts evident and sticking up through the sheets.
Justin sat sulking in the back of their Suburban listening to his mom and dad carry on a mindless conversation over the noisy sound of their old people music. Every so often he'd look out the window and watch as the trees blurred by. His father had never liked taking the main road; they always had to go the back way.
"It's more interesting, Justin," his father had once told him, "I mean, you'd miss all the small towns if you just got on the highway. Now where's the fun in that?"
Justin had not answered, but just turned back around and continued staring at the yellow dividing lines that were faded across the well-worn down asphalt.
Now, even 9 years later, he still wished they could just get on the freeway. Fuck the small towns. Why were they so important anyway? It's not as if anyone important lived in them. There's always nothing more to them than a couple of houses and a gas station that appeared to have past its prime before even his parents had been born.
Looking up, Justin saw his mother smile coyly at something her husband had said, then raised and placed her hand on top of his on his lap. His father laughed then raised the hand to his lips and gently kissed the top, nuzzling the skin to his chin.
"Damn you guys, there is another person in the car, ya know." Justin huffed, rolling his eyes at them and then slapping his fist to his forehead.
"Sorry Justin. Didn't mean to offend you," his father glared in the rearview mirror, narrowing his eyes at his son in a daring way.
"Fine, whatever."
Justin leaned back in his seat and stretched his feet out into the middle of the car floor. He was glad his parents had removed the middle bench so that he could at least relax some. His Discman sat idly next to him on the leather, the headphones strewn down into the floor.
"Now calm down both of you. We're going on vacation remember. This is supposed to be fun. Come on, let's enjoy each other's company, not get into arguments. You both have always loved coming out here, let's not make this the one time it's not pleasant."
Justin's mother finished her sentence and then reached over to turn up the volume on the car-stereo. "Oh Justin, do you remember this one. You used to love this song when you were little. Oh I remember when we first started taking you up to the ranch. You'd sit in your fathers lap and pretend to steer, and we'd all sing this song together. Remember?"
"Uh huh, yeah...whatever you say."
"Oh come on Justin, for old time's sake. Sing it with me please? Take me home, country roads to a place I belong...come on Randall, help me here."
Justin watched in horror as his mom and dad started making lovey-dovey faces at each other while they sang, rolling their heads from side to side as they went.
"Come on Justin, let me hear you. You have always had the most beautiful voice. Please, oh pretty, pretty please...? Sing the chorus with us."
"Mom...no."
"Oh Justin, please...make an old woman happy just this once?"
"Oh for the love of God! Fine! Here if it'll make you that happy I'll sing...Jesus Christ woman."
"Yay!"
"Okay mom, here goes... Take me now, pretty whore to a place I can come...in your pussy, you're so sexy...take me now, pretty whore."
Her mouth dropped open in utter shock. Blinking back the few tears that dared escape her eyes, she turned to the window and looked out, not uttering a word. Her shoulders sagged as she began to cry a little bit, whimpering against the glass. Randall put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed as he looked once more into the rearview mirror.
"I'll be dealing with you later, do you hear me? That was totally unacceptable." Randall threatened, grinding his teeth together as he did so.
"Does it look like I give a fuck?" Justin rolled his eyes again as he answered, picking up his cd-player and dropping the headphones over his ears. He pushed play as an afterthought, the sound of hip-hop music flooding his ear drums.
The gravel road shucked up pebbles as Mr. Timberlake turned onto the ranch's private road. Evergreen trees lined the way towards the main house, but beyond to the right cows could be seen grazing in their pasture, nibbling on the hay rolls. The barn could be seen to the left, with the corral right beside it, a few lone horses drinking out of their troughs.
The dust came up and clouded the windows as their SUV finally pulled up into the circular drive that went around in front of the house. Grandma Sadie sat waiting for them on the porch of the lodge, rocking back and forth in her rocking chair; a smile that went from ear to ear was beaming across her aged face. Waving, she stood up and made her way down the wooden steps, walking as well as a teenager.
"Well if it ain't my favorite relatives? How are y'all?"
"We are fine Sadie, just fine." Mrs. Timberlake stepped opened the door and stepped down, hurrying her way over to Grandma Sadie and wrapping the old woman in a giant hug.
"Hi Mom." Randall smiled, coming from around the back.
"Randall, you are looking older then I have ever seen you. Have you been spending too much time inside?"
"Well, I do work in an office building. I wish I could say the same about you, but you're looking as young as always."
"It's all this fresh air and open space, just like I've told you a thousand times before. Now, where is my grandson? Justin, you haven't lost your way already have you honey?"
"Nope, I'm right here Grandma." Justin climbed out the backseat, smiling, and hurried over to hug Grandma Sadie as well.
"You have grown so much since the last time I saw you. Such a fine gentleman and the most handsome young man I've seen in the longest time."
"I try." Justin smiled, his teeth showing between his lips.
"I'm glad y'all called as you were comin' up the road. I would have had no idea you were here so soon."
"No problem, Mom. Let me get the luggage inside okay and then we can all continue to talk."
"Randall, you've always been the party pooper. Justin, why don't you help your father and Lynn and I will go inside and pour some ice tea. Dinner will be ready in about an hour; I've had it cooking in the oven all day."
The two women walked away into the house, leaving Justin and his father alone.
"Justin, I think now's the time we should have that talk you knew you earned back there." Randall turned to face his son, the sunset starting to show over the horizon.
"Fine, whatever, just get it over with."
"What has gotten in to you? This entire summer you've been working your ass off and we've hardly seen you. You're at work until all hours of the night and when you're at home you're asleep. Then, out of nowhere, you're angry about going on the annual trip to the ranch when before it's always been the highlight of your summer. Not to mention the act you pulled in the car which was so horrifically rude that I really should ground you and possibly take away your car keys."
"Dad..."
"Be quiet, I'm not through. I want this shit to end right here, you hear me? You are not going to act defiant and vulgar in front of my mother. And I refuse to argue with you or have to reprimand you in front of her too, but I fucking swear Justin, if you pull another act like you did in that car, God help me from kicking your ass straight back to Providence."
"Yes sir." Justin answered sincerely, gazing up at his father's angry face then slowly lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Now help me get the luggage out of the car and go put your stuff in the guest house."
Justin's head popped up, "But Dad, the guest house is half way across the property and I always stay in the room above Grandma."
"Well, not this year. Your mother and I are taking the loft and you're out there. I think you need some time to think over the way you've been acting."
"I'm not five fucking years old; I don't need a time out."
"No one said you were, but you sure acted like it."
Mr. Timberlake glared one last time at Justin as he pulled his and his wife's bags out of the car and headed off towards the porch without another word. Justin watched him go then reached in and brought out his suitcase and duffel; he headed in the opposite direction, kicking dust and gravel up with each step in protest.
Justin wondered into the lodge an hour later, his shoulders sagging as he did so. After unpacking his belongings, he tried JC on his cell phone and at home, but only the answering machine picked up at both places. Feeling defeated, he'd figured he might as well go eat seeing as that if he didn't, his ass was as good as toast.
The long, lanky table was overflowing with food and the entire room smelled of fresh baked goodies. Justin's stomach growled the minute he smelled what was still cooking in the oven for dessert, and he smiled when he heard his grandmother call his name.
"You're just in time for dinner. Sit down, sit down. Randall, let me help you with that."
Justin followed orders and took his seat at the table, unfolding his napkin and placing it gently into his lap. His mother sat down across from him and lowered her gaze, giving him a knowing look.
"Justin, did you have a chance to meet April yet?"
Justin looked up at his grandma, his eyes widening in surprise as he went. A tall red-head stood holding a casserole dish, her green eyes staring directly at his blue pair. His eyes scanned up and down her for a brief second as he took in her appearance; his mouth opened then closed quickly.
"Hi," she started, setting down the casserole, then taking the seat next to Justin and extending her hand.
"Hey," he answered, grasping it tightly then releasing it as fast as he could.
"Well, dig in everybody before it gets cold. Justin, make sure to save some room for dessert. April and me have made your favorite."
"Thanks Grandma."
"You're welcome, honey."
Justin reached for the fried chicken and started filling his plate.
`What the hell is going on here?'
The sound of silverware scraping across plates echoed in the dining room. Justin watched as his parents and Grandma talked and laughed, their hands moving animatedly. Rolling his eyes to his side, he saw April staring at the sight in front of her; she smiled at all the right places and laughed politely right along with them. If this wasn't hell, then he must be in purgatory.
Sitting there, swirling his fork in his mashed potatoes, he couldn't think of a place he'd rather not be. Out of all the things that had to happen this summer, it had to be going to the ranch when his life at home was finally getting to be enjoyable. Yet, here he was, having an uncomfortable dinner with his parents, grandmother, and a girl whom he had never met before.
`Damn I miss JC.'
April looked over and met his eyes, winked at him, then turned back around to listen and sometimes insert her opinions to the conversation. Justin sighed audibly. He just couldn't figure out why she was there or who she was in the first place. As far as he knew, his grandmother had lived alone ever since his grandfather had died. The only help she had were the two ranch hands, but they lived in town and always had the weekend off.
He set his fork down on his plate and lay his knife down on top of it, crisscrossing it in the appropriate manner. Picking up his glass of water, he took one last swig before he looked imploringly as his mother. She nodded her head in understanding and rejoined current banter in progress between the others.
"Grandma, may I be excused?" Justin interrupted; his face lighting up in silent hope.
"Yes, honey, of course. You both are free to go."
Justin scooted his chair back and picked up his plate and glass. He walked into the kitchen, and set his dishes down in the sink. Hurrying his way back to the dinner table, he pushed in his chair and went to hug his grandmother.
"Night everyone."
"Night Justin, sleep well honey."
Grandma Sadie squeezed extra tight then let go as Justin hurried over to the door. He turned around once more to wave, and then set off down the dirt path back towards the guest house once more.
The wooden door to the guest house slammed shut behind him as Justin stormed into the small living room. It was cold and dark and he blindly felt around the walls for the light switch.
"Where the fuck are you little bugger? Come on, come on...ah" Finally grasping it, he flicked the lever and refocused his eyes to the new brightness.
With the ability to see, he walked over to the old, worn fireplace and lit a fire; the warmth and glow of the flames warming ever cell in his body. He turned and flopped down into the sofa that was there, propping himself up against the comfy pillows and cushions. His whole body felt heavy and tired and he sat there thinking of the bed that was just a few meters away in the bedroom. Yet, before he could find the strength to move, he felt his pocket vibrating.
Hurriedly, he fumbled his hand into his pocket and grasped the offending object. Pulling it out, he saw the number that was flashing across it and quickly hit "answer" before they had a chance to hang up.
"Hi."
"Hey, God I'm glad I caught you. I didn't know if you would answer your phone or not. "
"Well, if you had called fifteen minutes earlier I wouldn't have been able to."
"Good thing I tried now huh?"
"Yeah." Justin yawned, raising his free arm up over his head
JC chuckled on the other line at the obvious tiredness Justin was exerting. "You sound tired."
"I am tired. That's what a long car drive and then a long dinner with my grandmother will do to you."
"How is she?"
"Fine, full of energy from some secret place. I swear to fucking God, I hope I have that much energy when I'm as old as she is."
"Sorry for not catching your calls earlier; I was at work."
"Yeah, I tried you once I got here. No big deal; I'm just happy you caught me now."
"You are?"
"Oh yeah." Justin smirked through the phone, a smile spreading across his face.
"I've kept thinking about what you said to me yesterday before you left."
"You have?"
"God yes, Justin. Every minute of the freaking day today."
"And what exactly did I say that made me on your brain?"
There was a slight pause and Justin racked his brain to remember their conversation from the day before. Bits and pieces came flooding back and before JC had a chance to answer him, Justin had already jumped in.
"You mean about your cock?"
Another long stretch of silence. Justin slid back a little farther on the couch until his head rested on the arm rest and he lay flat on his back. He could hear JC breathing hard and in his mind see the look of concentration on JC's face as JC contemplated what to say to him next.
"It's okay baby. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I thought of yours today a lot too."
He could hear a sharp intake of breath on the other line, then a hasty exhale. "Justin, you have no idea how much I thought about your cock today."
"How much baby?"
"Enough to the point of where I was sitting at work, daydreaming about you, and suddenly I had this dire urge to jack off and come for you. I was so hard."
Justin's heartbeat started to race a little bit as his pants grew to be a lot tighter. "You know you made me go to sleep hard last night right?" Justin answered.
"What?"
"Yeah, after our conversation I crawled right into bed and I was throbbing, baby, throbbing so hard. All for you."
He could hear JC moan slightly and the soft yet audible rustle of sheets. "Baby, where are you?"
"In bed. And hard, Justin, I'm rock hard."
Justin reached down to his pants and unzipped the fly. His hand could feel the heat radiating from the aroused organ beneath the confines of his boxers, and he placed the palm of his hand directly on top of it in an attempt to satisfy the need.
"I'm rock hard for you too, baby. It's throbbing right now underneath my hand."
To this Justin heard JC let out a more than soft groan and he could feel a definite air of necessity enveloping the both of them in its warm aura.
"Justin, I need you."
"Oh JC, I need you too. Touch yourself for me baby, I'm about to start touching myself for you."
"I wish you were here fucking me, Justin, letting me feel you go in and out of me fast and hard."
Justin gasped as he as furiously pulled his dick out and started to thrust his hips up into his hand. A trail of pre-come started to gather at the tip, and he rubbed his finger over the slit and then down his shaft in an effort to lubricate his movements.
"I wanna feel your muscles wrap me around me and know that you can feel me throb inside of you."
"Oohh."
Justin calmed his pace for a moment and listened to the sounds that were automatically leaving JC's mouth. If there was one thing being rented had taught him, it was how to postpone or hold-off orgasm so that he could feel, see, enjoy, or do what was ever instructed for the other's pleasure. This time was no different. The intensity and pure ecstasy radiating from the other side of the phone caused Justin to concentrate on JC and forget about himself for the time being, to just benefit from what he was causing in JC.
"What are you doing?" Justin asked, his voice going into a lower, more seductive and yet, amazingly strong tone.
"Knitting a sweater. What do you think I'm doing, Justin, I'm jacking off."
Justin started to laugh uncontrollably at the apparent frustration JC was having. They'd never been ones to hide their true colors while in bed once Justin had revealed to JC who he really was, and even though this worked in their favor most of the time...it was occasions like this where Justin just lost it, his personality getting the best of him.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"I'm sorry, it's just...knitting a sweater? JC I know you're into hobbies that deal with your hands, but couldn't you be interested in something like oh I don't know, table tennis?"
JC started giggling at his own sarcastic remark and as he did so let out a snort. "I'm sorry, I just...well, frustrated, and I want to come."
"I know you do, baby, that's why I'm here. I don't think you've ever left your bed unsatisfied with me."
"Never baby, never."
"Well, I'm not about to start letting that happen now." Justin smirked, his hand once more picking up the pace as it slid up and down his hardened member.
"Good because if I don't get to come soon, there is going to be hell for you to pay." JC answered; his breath once more ghosting across the mouthpiece at a hurried rate.
"Hell to pay from you means you get to own my ass. I like that idea. Hmm, maybe I should make you wait."
"Don't you fucking dare!" JC shouted, a moan quickly following as he gasped for breath.
"Relax."
"Thanks a lot, Frankie, but I'm sort of unable to do that at the moment."
Justin smiled to himself and then squeezed the tip of his dick, a deep, heartfelt moan ricocheting off the walls as he did so.
"JC, listen to every word I say."
A desperate groan could be heard in response.
"You listening?"
"Yesss, what is it? Oh Justin I'm so close baby."
"Come for me. Do you hear me Jaycee, come for me, now."
JC's breath hitched in his throat and Justin could heed a long strain of moans climbing in pitch before a final screamed groan could be heard through his phone's speaker, causing Justin to have to focus extremely hard to remain in control of his own body.
"Oh Justin, I'm coming baby. Fuck, oh god, all for you, baby, it's all for you."
He listened to JC's moans subside until only the faint sound of breathing was audible. Taking his hand and placing it at the base of his balls, he squeezed gently and then gasped when he heard JC talking to him once more.
"I came so much for you Justin, it's all over everything. Did you come baby?"
"No."
JC smiled through the phone on his end, his next words being chosen carefully and for the pure pleasure of Justin.
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes." Justin answered, his grasp now tightening around his cock with more urgency.
"I want you to come for me, baby, do you think you can do that?"
"Yes."
Justin's heartbeat was racing fast as he sensed himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Pre-come was by now running all the way down the length of his shaft and his hand was greased in the stuff.
"Do I have long to wait Justin or are you able to hold it off for a little longer?"
"Uh uh." Justin's voice was now weak and desperate; his body pulsed with unreleased tension at each stroke
"Then come for me. Right now. Let go, baby."
Justin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the pressure rise inside of him. His hand moved frantically, teasing and pulling on everything that was in its reach. Suddenly, he felt himself lose control and with a loud and definitely audible scream, he came. Load after load of hot come came pouring out of his cock and sprayed onto his chest, gluing his t-shirt to him.
JC let Justin regain his breath before he started to talk to him once more. "That was fucking fantastic."
"Yeah, it was...eeww gross." Justin sat up and actually registered the sticky mess that now sat crusting on his shirt.
"What?"
"Come. Everywhere. All over my brand new Gap shirt."
"Why didn't you take it off? I figured you were naked."
"Too cold. I have a fire going but it's still about 40 degrees outside."
"Oh."
"Yeah, why what are you wearing."
"Nothing."
"Okay, from now on when we have phone sex that's the first question we're asking each other."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm talking to a gorgeous naked man right now, and...well, JC, think of the never-ending fantasies that surround our naked bodies."
"Justin, we've seen each other naked. It's not like we've only been able to undress each other with our minds."
"So what? I still would like to know when my boyfriend is naked and talking to me on the phone."
JC laughed. "Okay, okay. Next time I'll be sure to tell you, but you too...no more jacking off dressed. I want you naked at all times when my dick is concerned."
Justin snickered and then yawned out loud. "I'm tired."
"Again? What is it about you that you get tired after every time we," JC yawned, "have sex?"
"Look who's talking. You're tired too."
"Fine, you got me."
Justin smiled as he stood up off the couch and started to make his way to the bedroom. He peeled off his shirt as he went and tossed it into the hamper with his free arm. Slipping his jeans and boxers off, he let them fall to a clump in the floor.
"God, it's fucking cold here. I can't even get into a new pair of boxers without freezing my balls off." Justin struggled to hold the phone up as he shimmied into a clean pair, the elastic popping into place.
"Well, then hurry up and get through."
"I'm goin', I'm goin'"
"Good."
Justin pulled back the covers and crawled in underneath the warm duvet. "Ahh, warm, comfy bed. This is one thing I still do like about this place."
"What?"
"My grandma's sheets. And I'm in the guesthouse, so they're the nicest fucking ones she has."
"Lucky. I'm still in these old worn ones I got when I moved into my apartment."
"Sucker."
"Hey, they've been good to you. I've never heard you complain about them before."
"JC, your sheets are nice but they're not 4-ply Egyptian cotton."
"4-ply Egyptian cotton? What kind of crap is that?"
"Only the newest trend in bedding."
"And you would know this how, Martha?"
"JC, there's lots you still don't know about me. Who knows maybe I am secretly a decorator."
"Justin, I've known you to be flaming on a lot of things but I have never heard you say something so gay the entire time I've known you. I guess I should start calling you my girlfriend instead, since I obviously misunderstood you for being a manly man."
"JC, don't you even think about starting to insult my manhood. I don't care if I am gay, I am still so much more a man then your girlie ass could ever be."
"I thought you liked my ass, but if I'm a girl, I guess not."
"Oh shove it."
"Fine. Can I use yours cause I can't really get anything up mine...it seems to be too tight already."
Justin laughed at this and then snuggled deeper into the pillow. "Must be because it hasn't had me there in a couple of days to open it up."
"Mmm, guess so." JC smirked.
"I've got to get up early tomorrow. Grandma serves breakfast at 7:30 and if I miss it, I don't get to eat until lunch."
"I'll let you go then."
"Yeah."
"Bye Justin. Tonight was just, wow...I can't wait until you come back home."
"Yeah, I can't either. Goodnight JC."
"Night baby."
Justin hung up the phone first, and then set his cell phone down on the nightstand. He burrowed under the covers more, and closed his eyes in an attempt to go to sleep.
The trees swayed in the breeze as Justin made his way down to the private lake. Looking up at the clear blue sky, he felt the sunshine warm his face. The property of this ranch was as beautiful as it was huge. The acreage had long ago slipped his mind but he'd never ever wandered so far out that he met the fences that surrounded the piece of land. To this day one of his favorite past times was just getting up and surveying the property. He would walk by the small creek, down past the pasture, bypassing the corn field, through the small woods, until he came out up the mountainside into the clearing that led to the gorgeous, concealed body of water that his grandfather had always taken him fishing at.
Timber Lake. Corny as it may sound, it was what the lake was called and it was the most beautiful part of the entire ranch. The water sparkled in the sunlight, the rays bouncing off its blue-green surface and reflecting back up against the sky. The wooden dock sat humbly to the left, its wooden beams worn down to a soft grayish brown color over the years.
Justin looked around him and saw that he was alone. Walking more briskly towards it, he undressed and tossed his clothes on the grass as he waded in. The cold water stung his skin like a thousand knives. Gritting his teeth, he stepped out farther into the lake, until he was numb from the cold and couldn't feel anymore. The water began to take on a pleasant feel as he adjusted and he began to relax. He cupped his hand and splashed his face, the tingle of the liquid awakening every single pore in his body. He started to float around, kicking his feet as he swam.
He ducked his head under and felt the cold water hit his scalp, wetting his curls to a muddled mass. Coming back up, he flipped over onto his back and drifted for awhile, his thoughts consuming him.
He stayed like that for awhile, allowing his mind drift to far off places as he let the current take him to where it wanted to go. His ears listened intently to the sound of the gentle breeze that was causing all the leaves to rustle gently in the wind. So, when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught his attention, he jumped in surprise.
"Hi." April stood on the bank, her eyes wide and her mouth drawn in a smirk.
Justin immediately stood straight up in the water looking like a deer caught in headlights, his lower section was exposed for the entire world to see.
"April, Jesus, you scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry." April continued to stare at him, her tongue coming out to slightly hang between her lips.
"What are you looking at?" Justin asked, gawking back at her.
"Well, Justin, I've seen a lot of big packages come onto this ranch, with your grandma redoing the lodge and guest house and barn, but I think that one is the biggest one of all."
Justin's mouth opened, "Well, thank you...but do you mind, I am kind of naked here and in the middle of the lake, and well, either pass me my jeans or leave."
"Hold your horses, cowboy, I am not trying to cause any trouble...oh wait, your gun and its two bullets seem to be ready to shoot. Also, I must say, that's a miracle in that kind of water. It must be about 60 degrees in there."
Justin looked down at his crotch and saw the hard-on that was staring straight back at him. "Oh shit."
"I knew I was beautiful, but I have never created such a fine reaction in any man I have ever met."
Justin didn't answer her, just continued to stare down at his crotch as he cupped both his hands across his erection for protection.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to fire off that round. Don't miss me too much. Bye Justin."
April walked off back into the woods leaving Justin to quickly rush out of the water and get dressed. His cheeks were blazing red as he ran back to the guest house to call JC.
"And she just stood there looking at me, JC. With her eyes huge and hungry. And there I was hard as a rock."
"What had you been thinking about? I mean, she's right Justin, that water should have shrunk the rod not made it grow into Pinocchio's nose."
"I was thinking of you, dimwit. What else? I mean, there I am naked with no one around, what else would I be thinking?"
JC laughed at Justin, his chuckle coming out in a great boom over the phone.
"It's not funny. She saw everything. I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life."
"Yes, it is funny. You who used to let any man see you naked if they would pay you blushing over some red-neck chick seeing you hard."
"Key word there JC. Man. Not woman."
"Well, Justin, it's only five more days and then you get to come home to me. You are still coming right over after you get home, right?"
"Of course. You don't actually think I'd give up the chance to fuck your brains out do you, especially since I haven't gotten to touch you in 7 days? I'm dying over here JC. If I don't get to touch your cock soon, you're going to be single again."
"Oh no, we can't let that happen can we?"
"I don't think so."
JC paused on the other line as he thought of another question.
"Going back to April walking up on you. Just how hard were you, Justin?"
"Fully. I had been getting ready to start touching myself when she came upon me. I just didn't realize I was still hard until she pointed it out to me."
"I bet she almost came in her shorts too. I know I would have."
"JC, you're getting to be as bad as me."
"And that's supposed to be a bad thing?"
Justin laughed out loud and then smiled to himself.
The old barn smelled of horse poop as Justin made his way in the next morning to milk the cow for his grandma. His pail in hand, he sat down on the stool in front of Casey and began to squeeze her udder, alternating each teat in time and trying his hardest to equalize the pressure.
"Poor old girl having to feel someone pulling on your nipples every day. I feel your pain. I once had many a cold hand yanking on mine too, and I grew to hate it just as much as you do now, I'm sure.
The creaking of the old barn door opening sounded through the musky room. Justin stopped his actions and turned around to see who had entered, his eyes squinting as he readjusted himself to the light. Seeing no one, he figured it just must have been one of the ranch dogs, settling himself back into the hay.
April walked silently away from the door once she saw Justin sitting behind the cattle wall. She tip-toed towards the stalls and stopped in front of the right one, making sure not to make a single noise. Finally, she clapped her hands together real loud, scaring the shit out of Justin and causing him to squeeze so hard that the milk came splattering into his face.
"You know, if you were thirsty...you should have just asked. I would have been happy to get you some water."
"Why do you always seem to sneak up on me?"
"It's part of the fun. Watching you be surprised that is."
Justin turned around to look at her in the face this time and noticed she was blushing red, her cheeks the color of tomatoes.
"Yeah, well, I don't see why surprise should be so exciting; I mean you do know me on a pretty personal level now, after yesterday."
"Oh yeah...about that...sorry."
"Don't worry, it's forgotten. The blush on my cheeks finally wore off about the time I woke up this morning."
April laughed an honest, hearty laugh and Justin smiled at her in return. He wiped his hands on his jeans and then stood up from the stool. "Look, I was going to go take a ride after I brought this into my grandmother. You want to come?"
"Yeah sure, I'd love to."
"Great, well, I'm going to run this into the house and then I'll come back and get the horses saddled up. Sound cool?"
"Yeah." April smiled at him, her eyes starting to sparkle in a flirtatious way.
"Great. Wait right here, I'll be right back."
"So, I should have asked you this that first night at dinner. Why are you here and who are you? I mean, I know you're April, but who are you like...the rest of the details."
Justin held the reins in his left hand as his right hand rested on his hip. Their horses trotted next to each other over the rocky ground.
April looked at him and grinned. "My full name is April Whittaker. Sadie and my grandmother were old friends from when they were children and when my grandmother died this past year, Sadie took me in. My parents died in a car crash when I was little so my grandmother raised me. Other than that, I'm just your typical 17 year old girl from Richmond."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea. Just goes to show how much I pay attention to the things that happen in my family."
"Hey, it's no big deal. Your parents didn't know either until Sadie told them before you came into the lodge that first night. You just found out 6 days later."
Justin nodded his head at her and then looked up at the sky, silently thinking of what to say next. April pulled her horse to a stop and looked over at Justin, directly in the eyes.
"Sadie talks constantly about you, ya know. The first thing she did when I got here was tell me all about her `wonderful grandson Justin' and what an amazing gentleman you were. She showed me a picture of you, and I must say, I've had a crush on you ever since I saw it."
Justin blushed and then smiled at her. "Thanks, I'm flattered."
He turned back around and kept going, the sound of the horses' hoofs filling the awkward silence between them.
"Justin?" April started.
Justin backed his horse up to look at her.
"Yeah?"
April didn't answer she just leaned over and placed her lips on top of Justin's, feeling the smoothness beneath them. Justin sat stunned for only a second before he pushed her off of him and wiped his lips off with the back of his hand.
"Whoa...April... I don't know what kind of impression I gave you, but I don't like you like that. I...I'm actually well, in a relationship right now."
April looked down at her feet, her eyes slightly closing in embarrassment. "Oh, well the girl is lucky..."
Justin scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, trying to decide how much he was willing to tell this girl. Settling on the fact that she deserved to know the truth, he sighed and said, "Well...it's not exactly a girl."
Her head shot up faster than a bullet. "What? What do you mean it isn't a girl?"
"I'm gay, April."
She looked wide-eyed at him for a long time, her green eyes appearing as if they might pop out of her skull at any moment. Justin turned away from her face after a minute, his stomach churning on the inside at the realization that he had just admitted his sexuality to someone else besides Dave and JC.
"I...I don't know what to say."
"Say you won't tell anyone, that's what I want you to say. You're the only one of three people who knows and I can't let this get out to my parents until I'm ready for them to know, okay? I'm trusting you with this April."
She nodded her head in compliance to his request and then got her horse to start trotting again.
"April, please don't make me have to show you the jackass I really am. I've been nice this entire time, but I swear, if you tell anyone I will hunt you down."
She stopped her horse once more and looked back over her shoulder at him. "I guess I should at least be grateful that you were honest."
Justin shrugged his shoulders in response, his eyes not meeting hers. "Well, I couldn't have you thinking I was leading you on, now could I?"
"Justin, look at me."
He raised his eyes and stared at her face.
"I won't tell anyone. Your secret's safe with me."
With that, she kicked her horse with her spurs and took off like a shot, leaving Justin there to contemplate his actions.
JC heard loud banging on his door and he swiftly left the kitchen to go let the person in. Peeping through the small hole, he only needed to see the blonde curls before he grabbed the handle and yanked the door open.
"I'm back." Justin stated before he slammed himself up against JC's body, his lips finding JC's.
They backed up into JC's entry hall, closing the door behind them as their clothes came off in rifts. Justin took JC's hand and led him to the couch in the den, laying down against it and pulling JC down on top of him.
JC's body was flat against Justin's when he pulled back for air, kissing Justin's temple as he started to rock his hips down upon Justin's obvious arousal.
"How was your trip?" JC asked, as he sifted his hands through Justin's curly locks.
"Fine, but I'm glad it's over. I missed you." Justin thrust his hips up against JC's own, eliciting a moan from the older man as his dick made friction with Justin's own.
"Your grandmother going to be okay without you?"
"I think she'll be fine with April, though I know she was sad to see me leave this morning."
Justin looked up at JC's face and then placed a long, passionate kiss onto his swollen lips. JC moaned as Justin broke away and then started to breathe hard when he felt Justin's hand encircle his cock.
"No more questions. Sex now, sex later, talk tomorrow. I am already two hours late. We need to save time."
JC nodded his head and then leaned down and claimed Justin's lips once more. His dick thrust into Justin's hand, the length swelling from all the attention. Justin bucked his hips up and groaned into JC's mouth when he felt JC start to jack him off as well.
Their hands slid up and down each other's members; their heartbeats thumped against each other's chests. Pulling back, JC reached under the sofa and produced a box of condoms and a bottle of lotion.
"I kept them there from the last time we had sex on the sofa, I figured they'd come in handy again."
Justin nodded in response as he began kissing JC's neck and chest while JC opened a wrapper. JC slipped the condom down Justin's member and then scooted himself up some more, feeling the tip of the cock at his entrance. Flipping the bottle cap open, he generously poured the lotion into his hand and then smoothed it down the ridges of Justin's dick, watching as Justin's eyes rolled around in his head from the pleasure. Justin stuck his hand up and JC squirted a bit into his palm.
"You ready baby?" Justin asked as he applied the lotion to JC's asshole, letting his fingers soothe the pucker as they started to slide gently in and out.
"Yes." JC rocked back on Justin's fingers, feeling as Justin entered two and then three.
"I want you so much."
"I want you too."
"Good because I can't wait any longer."
With that, Justin pushed himself inside, feeling as JC engulfed his entire length. His eyelids slipped down in ecstasy and he let himself go all the way in before pulling out and instinctively rubbing across JC's prostate.
"Baby, I have wanted you so much." JC moaned, looking down at Justin with utter lust written across his features.
"I have too, baby."
Justin began keeping up fast pace, pounding himself in and out. JC moaned and gripped onto Justin's sides as every thrust took him closer and closer to the edge. Their bodies rocked in synchronism, their lust fed off the other one like wildfire. Justin looked directly into JC's eyes when he could feel himself getting too close to the edge and before he could say anything, was exploding into the condom, feeling JC tense around him then quake all over his chest.
JC collapsed on top of Justin, letting his arms lay flat against the cushion. He kissed Justin's chest and rolled his head up to look at Justin in the eyes. Gaining his balance again, he pushed himself up on his arms and held himself there as he leaned down and kissed Justin's lips.
"Amazing. You are amazing." Justin breathed out, when they released the lip-lock.
"As are you."
Suddenly, the front door opened and JC shot straight up on the couch.
"AHHHH!" Ann screamed from the doorway, her hand instantaneously flying up to cover her eyes.
"ANN! Jesus, what are you doing here?" JC put his hands down across his crotch and Justin lay down extra low on the couch.
"I came to see if you wanted any help getting those schedules organized. I knocked but no one answered, but I could see the light coming from the door so I knew you were up and here. I'm sorry; I guess I shouldn't have used my key. I didn't know Justin was over." Ann began chewing once more on the carrot she held between her teeth, her voice being slightly altered by the sound of her digestion.
JC didn't answer immediately, just looked down to his boyfriend that was laying naked underneath him with his head turned into the sofa back. "Justin, this is my friend Ann."
"Hi Ann." Justin answered, blocked from her vision because of his incriminating position on the couch.
"Hi Justin. Sorry for barging in on your welcome home party."
"That's okay."
"Josh, I'm going to let you and Justin get dressed. I'll be in the bathroom; I need to pee anyway."
Ann walked into the bathroom and as soon as she had shut the door, JC got up off the couch and started getting dressed. "I am so sorry. I had no idea she was going to be coming over tonight."
"Hey, it's okay. It's getting late anyway, I should probably be getting home now, at any rate. " Justin answered, pulling himself up and slipping back into his discarded clothes as well.
"No no no. You don't have to go, I'll send her home. You just got back into town and I haven't seen you in eleven days. She's the one that just barged in here uninvited."
"Seriously, JC, it's okay. I'll go. By the looks of it you must have a lot of work to do if she's coming over here to help you, but don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Justin crossed over to where JC was standing and kissed him.
"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow." JC answered, kissing Justin again.
"Tomorrow."
Justin gave JC one last kiss then hugged him tight before making his way to the door and out of the apartment. The slamming door echoed in the now silent room until JC could hear the sound of the toilet flushing.
"Is it safe to come out yet?"
"Yeah, come on out."
Ann waddled her pregnant way out of the bathroom and looked around the apartment in search of the other man who had just been in the room.
"Where did Justin go? I would have liked to have actually seen his face."
"He decided to go on home. I guess you'll have to actually see him another time."
"I'm sorry for barging in on you Jayce; I didn't mean to ruin your evening."
JC sighed, "Hey, it's cool. Let's get a look at these schedules. School starts in two weeks and I don't think I'm in any way ready."
--TBC...
~~LD Griffin~~