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I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction.
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Jack
Josh and I were snickering as we followed Andrew down the hall to our room, holding hands with our fingers intertwined. Andrew was obviously really pissed at us as he stalked down the hallway in jeans and a t-shirt, mercifully not wearing his holster. I knew that we needed to be serious, and just take our lecture, but we were still giddy from my stage show, and this just felt too much like getting yelled at by mom and dad for sneaking in after curfew. The fact that such a thing had never happened to me made no real difference. The feeling was still the same, and Josh snickered as he nuzzled at my neck.
"This isn't funny," Andrew snapped, and I smothered another chortle as I pulled out my key card. I swiped us in, and Andrew slammed the door closed behind us, startling us both. "What the hell were you two thinking?"
The fury evident in his voice surprised us both, and I took a step back, letting go of Josh's hand, as I noted that Andrew's hands were tightly clenched into fists. His face was red, and his long hair, out of the ponytail, was partly hanging in his eyes. He was looking back and forth between the two of us as if decided which one of us to beat first, and I felt my heart fluttering a little. I felt threatened, panic clawing at my chest a little, and I grabbed Josh again, taking hold of his upper arm.
"Andrew, calm down," Josh began, leaning into me a little so that I could rest against him. His eyes flicked down toward mine, and I knew he could tell I was getting jumpy. We'd had such a quiet night, and it would really suck to end it with a panic attack.
"I will not!" Andrew barked. "What the hell were you two doing? What were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all?"
"Andrew, I'm going to ask you again to please calm down," Josh said firmly, his hand on my shoulder as I stood against him and tried to keep my breathing steady. I needed Andrew to just step back a little, to clear out of my space, and I tugged Josh backward with me. "You're upsetting Jack, and I won't have it."
Andrew glared at me, his face seeming to twist into a sneer for a second. He was already scowling, but this seemed like a little more somehow. As fast as I'd seen it, or thought I had, it was gone, and I reminded myself again that I couldn't always trust what I saw, especially when I was upset.
"Upsetting Jack?" he barked, glaring at me. "How do you think I feel going downstairs to get a snack and seeing Jack up on a stage with you? Those people know who you are, and you were down there alone!"
"All we did was go downstairs," I said, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. I didn't want to hide behind Josh. Andrew wouldn't really hurt me, I knew in my mind, but I still felt off-kilter. Once again I wished that I had never gone through any of that, and I wondered again in the back of my mind if I would ever be fully recovered.
"Exactly like I told you not to!" Andrew barked. "You know better! Do you two want to get into trouble? Do you?"
"Andrew," Josh began, and Andrew's head snapped back toward him. I pulled myself even closer to Josh, wrapping both of my arms against him. My heart was hammering, and I felt the room starting to get a little small.
"Do you want something to happen to you?" he demanded. "Do you want to get hurt? Or do you want something else to happen to Jack?"
"Andrew!" Josh barked, his face reddening. I could tell that he was getting angry, and Andrew had to be able to hear it. "You're out of line."
"I'm not the one who snuck out without my bodyguard, against orders," Andrew argued.
"Josh," I whispered, feeling my chest tightening. I couldn't breathe, and I felt sweat breaking out on my forehead. I'd gotten in arguments since getting out of the hospital without having any symptoms, but they were so unpredictable, and right now I felt ambushed and a little afraid.
"Look, I know you're just trying to do your job," Josh began. "But can we take it down a little, please? Maybe just lower our voices and sit down for a minute? Obviously we need to talk about a few things."
Andrew sat down hard in the chair, crossing his arms, but still glaring at us. Josh led me carefully over to the bed, and then walked into the bathroom. He poured me a glass of cold water, and brought it over to the bed, kneeling down in front of me. I looked into his eyes as I sipped the water, seeing how wide, blue, and warm they were. His face was concerned, and he stroked the side of my forehead, smoothing my hair back. Andrew continued glaring at us, but I ignored him, focusing on Josh, knowing that he was there for me. When I needed to center myself, it was always Josh and his love who pulled me back in.
"Are you ok?" Josh asked quietly, keeping his voice low and soothing. "We can save this until morning."
"I'd rather deal with it now," Andrew said crabbily. Josh's head snapped toward him, his lips curling back from his teeth.
"It can wait until morning," Josh spat, his jaw clicking audibly as he bit off each word. He turned back to me, caressing the sides of my face over and over, as his voice dropped back down. "Jack, everything is safe here. You're ok. Andrew's upset, but he's not going to hurt you. I won't let anything happen to you. Just focus on me, ok?"
I closed my eyes, just listening to the sound of Josh's voice, feeling his soft fingers slide over my face. Josh was here, and I was safe. My heart was hammering, but I would be ok. I didn't have to have a panic attack, didn't have to gray out again, and I didn't want to, not in front of Andrew. When my eyes blinked open I saw Josh's again in front of me. His eyes weren't pure blue, but instead had little flecks of color in them, other blues, some greens, and I loved to stare at them. They were deep, and soothing, and I felt how much he loved me every time he looked at me. I glanced past him to Andrew, who was watching all of this with casual disinterest.
"I'm fine, Josh," I said. "I'm ok, it just, Andrew startled me, and it caught me off guard. We can talk now, and I think we need to."
Josh sat beside me on the bed, pulling me against him a little, and linked his hand through mine again, his long piano fingers lacing through my own. He folded his other hand over the top of mine, so that it was cocooned in the warm cradle of his grip. I was holding the water glass with my other hand, and I set it down as I noticed that the water was shaking. Maybe I wasn't as ok as I thought. Josh turned back to Andrew.
"Andrew, we're sorry about sneaking out," Josh began, and I gritted my teeth, thinking that we shouldn't have started by apologizing. Like it or not, Andrew worked for us. We didn't have to explain ourselves to him, and we didn't pay him to yell at us. "We know you're just trying to do your job."
"I am, and I don't appreciate you making it harder," Andrew said, cutting him off. I squeezed Josh's hand, offering silent calm. "My job is to keep you safe. I'm supposed to watch you both, and protect you from harm, and I can't do that if you sneak out without me."
"Look, we both know how seriously you take your responsibility," Josh began.
"And we appreciate that," I added as Josh nodded. "But sometimes it's just, it's too much."
Andrew watched us, but hadn't said anything yet. His eyes were narrowed and cold, and his jaw was set. His arms were still crossed over his chest.
"This is our honeymoon, Andrew," Josh continued, trying to get our point across. "This is a time when Jack and I want to enjoy each other's company, and be intimate with each other, and that's hard sometimes with a third person around. We've tried to treat you as a friend, but sometimes you're just kind of smothering."
"That's part of the problem," Andrew said finally. He was trying hard to keep some of the anger out of his voice, too, and I was relieved. "I respect you guys, but I don't see you as friends. I see you as clients, and right now my job is to keep you safe. If you want to be safe, you have to make some sacrifices."
"That's true," Josh said, his face twisted a little with concern. "But, like I said, it feels like you're smothering us."
"Honestly, I feel like a prisoner," I added. "We're either with you, or locked in a hotel room. There has to be some kind of compromise or something."
"I don't feel comfortable compromising," Andrew said, crossing his arms. "I've been hired to take care of you. I've made a promise to your manager that I will keep anything from happening to you, and I don't know if you guys are aware of how much that means to me. It's not just my sense of responsibility, and it's not just that personally I want you to be safe. My whole reputation is riding on this. If something happens to you on my watch, that's it for me."
Josh and I looked at each other, and I sighed.
"I don't think we thought of it that way," I said, feeling a little bad. "We're not trying to ruin your career or anything."
"We just need some space to be ourselves, like we talked about before we left," Josh said. He sighed. "Look, we're all calmed down. Maybe we should take tonight to think on this a little, and try to see if we can all work something out. Andrew, you're here for a reason, because Johnny wanted us to bring someone, and I did, too, but we need to think about boundaries a little more, and getting ourselves some space without compromising our safety. As for Jack and I, well, we need to maybe take some time to think about working with you a little more, instead of seeing you as a burden. I'm kind of used to having a bodyguard, but Jack isn't. Maybe we all just need to be a little more sensitive toward each other."
We were all quiet for a second, and I felt less and less like the walls were about to press in on me. My heart was slowing down a little, and I was riding this out. I would be ok, unless Andrew started yelling again, but that seemed unlikely.
"Look, guys, I'm sorry I yelled at you," Andrew said, standing. "I guess I just got pissed, and I let it get the better of me. JC, I didn't mean to overstep my bounds, and Jack, I didn't mean to get you spooked. JC told me about your condition, and I should have been more considerate."
"Well, um, no permanent harm done," I said, feeling a little resentful again at being characterized as someone with a "condition".
"I think for tonight we should all just turn in now, and think about this in the morning," Andrew said, walking toward the door. "You guys have a good night, and please, call me if you're leaving the room, ok?"
"Promise," Josh said. "We won't even go to the ice machine alone."
We all chuckled weakly at the joke, and then Andrew left. I couldn't tell if he was still mad or not, but I could understand a little better why he was always right on top of us. Josh hugged me again as I stood, making sure I was ok, and then we went to the bathroom to brush our teeth and get ready for bed. He smiled at me around a mouthful of foam, and I smiled back as I rinsed and spit. I flicked off the bathroom light while Josh was still in there, giggling as I heard him blurt, "Hey!" and then collide with the wall. He came flying out of the bathroom, grinning, and threw himself against me from behind, scooping me up in a hug.
"You ok?" he asked, his arms around my chest and his head on my shoulder as we stood in the center of the room.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, feeling his warm chest pressing against my back through our clothes. "He just startled me, and then I got upset, and everything just started to kick in. I don't like to feel that way, Josh."
"I know, baby," he sighed against my neck. "I don't think Andrew meant to do it. He was just upset, and probably rightly so."
"Probably," I said, still irked that we were apologizing to someone who worked for us. I mentally smacked myself, realizing how much like my mother I sounded. "Then again, I had a lot of fun, so maybe it was worth it."
"Yeah," Josh agreed, letting me go finally. He peeled his t-shirt off casually, but I still felt my heart flutter a little as his tight chest slid into view. He was so beautiful, and so often seemed unaware of it. I followed suit, tugging mine off, although I'd never have the easy grace he did, making even the simplest moves look like dancing. "Kevin seems nice."
"I thought so, too," I agreed, enjoying the way Josh casually looked me up and down as I sat on the bed to pull my shoes off. "He's kind of cuter in person than on TV."
"You think he's cute?" Josh asked quietly, and I turned to see him looking kind of crestfallen as he stood beside the bed in his boxer briefs, folding his pants neatly since he'd have to wear them again tomorrow.
"Not like that," I said quickly, walking around the bed. Josh was looking down at his pants, and I gently took his chin in one hand, tilting his face up. "I said he was cuter than he looks on TV. He's cute, Josh, but not like you. You're beautiful."
"Jack," he said, blushing a little.
"No, I mean it," I said, leaning in to kiss him. "You're beautiful, Josh. There isn't anyone for me besides you. I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered, pressing his lips against mine again.
His tongue darted inside a little, just a quick flick, and then he pulled back. I smiled, figuring everything was fixed with my accidentally referring to another guy as cute, and went back to folding up my clothes and stacking them on the dresser next to Josh's. Josh had picked us out some marginally cute "Detroit: Motor City" t-shirts at the gift shop, but we had to wear everything else again tomorrow, since they didn't sell too many clothes at the hotel. If we wanted shot glasses, spoons, post cards, or snowglobes, though, we were all set. On a whim I had grabbed a postcard for each of the guys and for Carla, and quickly filled them out as Josh sat on the corner of the bed, flipping channels.
"We can mail these from the airport," I said, flicking off the lamp.
"Cool," Josh said, smiling as he watched me walk across the room in the soft glow of the television. He'd managed to find a music channel, and they were in their soft love grooves portion of the evening programming. "You know, I didn't know you could sing and dance like that."
"Did you like watching me dance, Josh?" I asked, pausing with my hands on my hips.
"Yeah," he answered, leaning forward a little with his elbows on his thighs.
"You want to see it again?" I asked quietly, swaying a little in time to the beat on television. Josh grinned, his teeth sparkling white in the half light, and I took his hands and led him over to the chair that Andrew had sat in. It wasn't anything fancy, a padded seat with wooden arms, but it wouldn't be completely uncomfortable on his almost naked body. I pushed him down onto the seat, and grinned down at him, swaying back and forth now. "Why don't you sit right there, and I'll give you a show?"
Josh grinned at me. The only light in the room was the glow of the television, which I turned down lower, and I undulated softly to the R&B Josh had switched on, dancing back toward him. I stopped just in front of the chair, dancing in place without really moving my feet, running a hand up and down my chest, palm flat, watching him follow it with his eyes. Josh shifted in the chair a little, and I saw a nice tent starting to form in the front of his boxer briefs, which was good, since I was getting stiff in my boxers.
"You like that? You want me to come in a little closer?" I asked quietly, and he nodded, licking his lips as I moved in a little closer, right in front of the chair now. I was throwing a little more sway into it now, hoping that I looked sexy, and not absurd, as I swayed back and forth to the music, watching him watch me as I ran both hands slowly up and down my body. "There are rules for that, you know. You've been out to those places. What's the first rule for a lapdance, Josh?"
"No, no touching," he whispered, swallowing. I leaned in even closer, not touching him, and not touching the chair, but hovering just inches away.
"That's right," I answered, putting a hand on either arm of the chair, so that I was leaning right into his space now. His head was tilted back as he stared up at me, and I looked down at him, chewing my bottom lip a little as I danced right above his face. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me. You think you can follow the rules, Josh?"
"Yeah," he breathed, almost panting now.
"Good," I said, sliding my hands off of the chair arms and up his arms. He gasped when I touched him, and leaned into me a little as I ran my hands up to his shoulders. He kept his hands tightly gripping the armrests, though, following the rules, at least for now. Keeping my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him back against the chair again. "Why don't you just sit back, then, and enjoy the show?"
Josh nodded, watching, as I let go of him, my hands gently caressing his shoulders before they slid off of him and back onto my own chest. The song on the television had changed, a little faster, with a little more grind, and I began to swing my hips into it, dancing in front of the chair. I ran one hand up and down my chest, watching Josh watch me, as I gently pinched my nipple, feeling it stiffen. My other hand slid down my stomach, rubbing over my abs, and I caressed my cock through my boxers for a second, pressing the cloth around it, outlining it, enjoying the feeling of my hand squeezing it. Josh hadn't moved his arms, but he shifted in the chair again, swallowing a little. I danced around him, shaking my body closely, and let my fingers trail up his arm and across his shoulder as I danced past him. His head rolled back, staring up at me, as I danced behind him, and I slid my hands down over his chest, clutching his pecs in both hands and squeezing them. He groaned, his fingers tightening around the chair arms, and I rubbed my thumbs over both his nipples as I curled my fingers and scratched them up over his chest.
Moving around to the front of the chair, I danced in close, my arms on either side of him, resting on the top of the chair, as I slid my bare chest in close to his. He arched up in the chair a little, straining toward me, and I slid back just a fraction, keeping the tiniest bit of space between us. My nipples just barely brushed his, and he gasped loudly as I leaned in at nuzzled at his cheek and neck with my nose, not kissing him, just sliding my skin over his. He let out a little groan as my hands dropped down from the back of the chair to slide through his hair and massage his scalp, rolling his head back and forth a little. He sighed and groaned again, making little urgent whining noises as I moved my face back and forth over his, not kissing or licking, just touching him.
His eyes were closed, but they popped open as I slid off of him suddenly, changing my movements again, trailing my hands down his body. I felt his chest pressing against them as he inhaled sharply, and his abs twitching as my palms slid over the ripped muscles there. His hips rolled up toward me, but I parted my hands, dragging them down either side of his pelvis and onto his thighs, not touching the hard cock that I could see throbbing against his boxer briefs. He was groaning now, and little beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead. I leaned forward, my hands squeezing his thighs before sliding up his chest, and reached out my tongue, running it across his hairline, licking up some of his salty sweat. He let out a high pitched, almost yelping sound, and I slid my hands back up his body to his chest. Catching a nipple in each hand, I pinched them. Josh's eyes bulged as he strained beneath me.
"Jack," he groaned, as I slid my face down again, caressing the curve of his ear with my tongue.
"You like it, Josh?" I asked, my body still undulating back and forth above him as I continued to run my hands up and down his chest.
"So fucking hot," he breathed, his knuckles white now as he struggled to keep from touching me. I decided to pour it on.
Shifting above him, I slid forward a little, and lifted one of my legs, bending it in half. As my hands slid over his strong, trembling arms, up his neck, and tangled in his hair, I leaned back and brought my knee up, planting it on the chair so that my thigh was against his crotch. I pushed my leg forward a little so that his hard cock was grinding against it, and he let out a loud groan again, pressing his hips forward. I twisted my fingers, catching his hair tightly, and bent his head back a little as I continued to press against him, feeling him thrust against my leg. My whole body was still moving against his, our chests scraping, my arms pulling his head from side to side, my own hips rolling as I danced a little faster, still in time to the music. Josh was panting now, full out, and his face was a pinched mask of urgency as he ground his cock against my thigh. His arms moved suddenly, to grab my ass, and I let go of his hair, grabbing his hands with my own. I stopped dancing, and just pressed against him.
"These feel like hands, Josh," I growled above him. His eyes popped open above his parted lips. "There was a rule about this."
I knew he was right at the brink, and watched his eyes widen pleadingly as I pulled away from him. Turning in the bluish glow of the television, I grabbed our folded shirts from the top of the dresser, twisting one in my hands as I dropped down on the side of him.
"What are you doing?" Josh asked. His voice was high and reedy.
"Making sure you don't break that no hands rule again," I said, grinning. Bringing the t- shirt around the chair arm, I tied his arm to the chair. As he stared at me I used the other t-shirt to do the same, and then stepped back, my hands on my hips. Josh stared up at me, still panting, his cock still jutting out inside his boxer briefs. He flexed a little against the shirts, testing them a little, and I smiled, watching his arms bulge. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I was dancing for you."
The music on the television slowed down again, a low, throbbing bass, and I stood in front of the screen, a few feet from Josh, my eyes fixed on him as I slowly ground back and forth. I ran my hands up and down my body again, watching Josh watch me, and saw his eyes widen as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. Moving slowly, I danced out of them, lowering them an inch at a time, sliding them over my ass and down my legs. I kicked them aside as they dropped to the floor, and walked slowly toward him in time to the beat, swinging my hips, watching him squirm uncomfortably in the chair again. Standing in front of him, I danced in place again, but this time I brought my hands down to my jutting, dripping cock. Gritting my teeth, I held my groans in as I smeared my hands across my sticky cockhead, slicking my palms with shining precum before I leaned in, running my fingers over his open mouth. Josh let out a bellowing groan as soon as I touched him, and he sucked and licked at my hands as I ran them over the sides of his face.
Josh began moaning and sighing in time to my movements as I leaned over the chair again, running my hands up and down his shoulders and neck, nuzzling at his face with my own again. I nipped at the ridge of his jaw, and tugged at his earlobes with my teeth as he whimpered and strained against the t-shirts, his arms bulging and trembling. His body twisted and writhed beneath me on the cushion as my chest pressed against his. I kept my movements in time to the throbbing rhythms on the television, knowing that music was such a part of him that it would just increase his already heightened pleasure. I could tell by the tone of his moans and whines that he was getting close, which told me I was a damn good lapdancer, since I had barely touched his cock yet. It was time to change that.
"No, Jack," he yelped softly as I pulled away from him.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving," I whispered, turning.
I heard him let out a strangled cry as I turned, sitting just above his lap. I ground my bare ass against his cotton covered cock, and his hips lurched as he pushed himself against me, thrusting in time to my movements. He was panting and sighing as I grinned, holding myself above him, keeping myself from actually sitting on him, and suddenly I felt his mouth on my shoulder blades, licking along them. He nipped at them, his teeth scraping against the bones, his mouth crawling up my spine. I could feel the hot blasts of his panting breaths against me, and I folded my hands down over his restrained ones, lacing my fingers through his. He flexed his hands, grasping at me, capturing my fingers between his in a rhythmic tightening as he urgently strained under my body.
"You like that?" I asked, picking up a little speed.
"Yes, Jack, God, yes," he panted, his eyes squeezing closed each time he thrust up against me.
His pants were now sharp little high pitched sighs, verging on yelps, and I saw his eyes pop open in surprise yet again as I pulled myself off of him. He was breathing hard now, his chest tight, his abs locked, and I rolled my hands down them, feeling his whole body shaking as I grabbed his boxer briefs and jerked them down. He lifted his ass to help me slide them off, and then I immediately climbed back on, facing him, one hand on his shoulders as I wrapped my other around his cock, pressing it to my ass. I kept up my undulating, serpentine movements above him, and he stared up at me with glassy eyes as I pushed against him.
"Jack, are you sure?" he whispered between gasps as his hips continued rolling upward, sliding his cock in and out of my grip as the dripping head pressed firmly against my hole. "We don't have anything."
"We don't need anything," I growled.
I felt him slide inside me, and I winced a little. It was a little painful without much lubricant, other than sweat and precum, but I could manage. Besides, he wasn't going to last long. His mouth hung open as he stared up at me, thrusting forward as best he could as I rode him. I relaxed a little, opening up, and rode him as hard as I could, keeping my thrusts in time to the music, squeezing my ass around him and ignoring the burn of the friction in favor of the deeper pleasure rolling up from my core. My cock was trapped between us, dripping, leaking sticky streamers across his abs. I stared down at him, grinning, riding faster and faster, hearing the chair legs scraping a little, and suddenly I locked up above him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clamped my ass around his cock as tightly as I could. Josh let out a short scream of release, and I felt his hot jets bursting into me.
Josh panted beneath me as I untied the shirts, and his eyes rolled open again as I slowly climbed off of him. I felt a little of his seed running down the back of my thighs, and I walked toward the bathroom, motioning for him to follow. No way was I sleeping next to him with his crotch covered in shit and cum. Leaving the bathroom lights off, I turned on the water, and then I felt him behind me as I drew the curtain back. We both just kind of leaned on the shower wall, letting the water play over us, and then he surprised me by dropping to his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. I was already close to the edge from the fucking, even if walking in here had taken a little of the urgency off, but Josh's mouth was so hot on me that all I could do was sigh and whimper. I ran my fingers through his hair as he knelt in the shower spray, and I sighed, slumping against the tiles as he bobbed and sucked on me. Before I knew it I felt myself tightening up, and then he was swallowing every drop I shot into his throat. He pulled off of me and we pressed against each other wordlessly, our hands drifting up and down each other's bodies.
When we'd been in the shower so long that our fingers were wrinkling he shut off the water, and I handed him a towel, reaching out until I felt them. We dried each other off, and then held hands as we led each other back to the bed. Laying down, I felt Josh spoon against my back, and I pulled the sheet up over us. He drew me closer to him until as much of his body could be pressed to mine as possible, all that warm, smooth skin lying comfortably together, and our heads shared the same pillow as he nuzzled familiarly at the back of my neck with his nose.
"I love you, baby," he whispered finally, breaking the silence in our room.
"I love you, too, Josh," I answered.
He shifted a little, his whole body cuddling mine, and I sighed contentedly. Our breathing began to synchronize, falling into the same pattern, as it always did when we lay together, and I felt warm, safe, and whole. I started to drift off, but then, just before I fell asleep, I heard him whisper one more thing.
"You give a hell of a good lap dance," he sighed against me.
Both of us chuckled, and drifted off.
To be continued.