Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:
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If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.
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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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OK, disclaimer over. Back to the show.
Josh and I had the limousine to ourselves on the way back to the apartment. None of the other guys had been ready to go yet, or at least none of the guys we could find. Justin and Britney were doing some sort of sleazy, practically intercoursal bump and grind in the middle of the dance floor, cheered on by the people around them, and neither one of us wanted to get in the middle of that. Chris was in the middle of some kind of argument with Jimmy Fallon, although it seemed friendly, not hostile. When we stopped to tell him we were leaving, he waved, and Jimmy shook both our hands.
"We running tomorrow?" Chris asked, some girl hanging on his arm.
"Sure," I answered, smirking. "You seen Lance?"
"I think he went downstairs," Chris answered, shrugging. "Ask Joey, and have a good night!"
I giggled at the salacious wink he'd added to the end.
Joey was sitting on a couch in one of the quieter rooms, talking to some people I didn't know, and he also waved us away, wishing us a good night. We looked for Lance again, but he wasn't around anywhere. I felt bad leaving him, but Joey and Chris would keep an eye out for him, and Josh and I both had our phones if he really needed something. We found our driver out talking with a bunch of other drivers by a huge line of cars, which somehow struck me as funny. As Josh and I climbed, hand in hand, into the back, a camera flash caught us. Josh smiled naturally, giving the camera a little wave as he leaned over me to pull the door closed.
"Anyone we know?" I asked.
"Don't think so," Josh answered.
I realized that he was still draped over me, his torso pressed against mine, his arms on either side of my waist. Josh's face was just inches from mine, his hot breath on my lips, as his eyes, wide and blue, stared into mine. He leaned in closer, closer, his tanned face covering the last couple of inches, and then his mouth was on mine as my finger frantically thumbed the switch to raise the glass between us and the driver. I moaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth, his lips sliding wetly over mine, and his arms bulged, straining against the tight fabric of his jacket as he crushed me into the seat.
"Oh, Josh," I sighed, as his mouth slid away from mine, his lips crawling over my jaw before he caught my earlobe in his teeth.
Josh's head slid lower, burrowing into my neck, and he hummed against me as his lips found my pulse. I wondered if he might be turning vampire as I felt his teeth scraping over my neck, nipping lightly. My hands slid inside his jacket, crawling up his sides, feeling the muscles bunch and shift as they climbed over his back, trapped between his jacket and shirt. We were both wearing way too many layers, but we were also in the back of a car. It wasn't exactly the place to disrobe. Curling my fingers, I raked one hand down Josh's spine, while gabbing his firm, hard ass with the other. He groaned again, hips jerking, his hard cock burrowing against mine through the layers of fabric between us.
The car hit a pothole, suddenly, and we tumbled off the seat and onto the floor.
"Sorry," the driver's voice buzzed over the intercom. "Construction."
Neither of us was paying any attention to him. Josh rolled me, so that he was straddling me, his thighs coming down on either side of mine as he continued to grind our cocks together. He caught my hands in his and pressed them to the floor of the limo over my head as he smashed his mouth against mine again. He held my hands up there with one of his as I squirmed against him, both of us making little whimpering noises along with our groaning sighs, and I felt his other hand undoing the button holding my jacket closed. It fell open, and he reared up above me, his hair messy, his face flushed, as he stared down at me with glassy blue eyes.
"I love you so much," he panted as I stared up at him.
Josh's hands grabbed the front of my shirt, his fingers sliding into the gap, and he tugged hard. Buttons flew as he jerked it open, and then he grabbed the neck of my undershirt, grinning as he tore it open with a loud ripping sound. I bucked under him, grinning as well, as his strong hands crawled over my bare chest, kneading, pressing, and caressing. His hair brushed my chin as I felt his beard scratching at the skin between my pecs, and then I felt his nose drifting across my collarbone before his mouth fastened around one of my nipples, sucking hard. I jerked underneath him again, my back arching up as his hands slid under the shreds of my shirt, pulling me up toward him as his hot mouth drifted back and forth from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking and gnawing. My fingers caught in his hair as I pressed his head against me, steering him back and forth over my torso. I jerked his head up, bringing his wet mouth to mine again, and his eyes drilled into me even as his tongue fought its way past mine again.
The car slid to a stop, and we heard the driver's voice over the intercom again.
"Mr. Chasez, we've arrived at your apartment, sir. I'll come get the door now."
"Just a second," Josh yelped, smacking at the intercom button.
I laughed beneath him as he hastily pulled himself off of me, and then pulled me back onto the seat with him. It was one thing for the whole world to know we were dating, but it was quite another for a limo driver to find us straddling each other on the floor of the car. I tried to pull my shirt back together, but ended up just buttoning the jacket again and praying it wouldn't be too obvious that half my outfit was shredded. The driver opened our door, and Josh slid a large tip into his hand before the two of us ran, hand in hand and giggling, through the archway and into the courtyard. Nobody saw us running up the stairs, still holding hands, and I noticed that there were, once again, no lights on in Jackie's little apartment.
"Josh, does she really exist?" I asked, pointing at her door as he fumbled with his keys.
"Of course she does," he giggled. "What kind of a dumb question is that?"
"I was just curious, because I've never seen her," I said, as he finally unlocked the door and got it open.
Josh jerked me inside by my arm. Slamming the door behind us, he threw me up against it, and resumed his hard, sloppy kisses, his mouth pressed to mine as he ground into me, his hands crawling all over my body at once.
"I don't want to see Jackie," he whispered huskily. "Just you."
His hands were undoing my jacket again, and it fell to the floor. He kicked it aside urgently as he tugged my shirt out of my pants, balling it up and throwing it aside as well. I tossed my head from side to side, sighing his name as his mouth ran up and down my neck, through the hollow of my throat, sucking and nipping again like he had in the limo. His hands grabbed the scraps of my undershirt and finished tearing it off of me, letting the pieces fall to the floor as he pressed himself against me, his mouth seeking mine again. He pressed me back against the hard door, writhing against me, grabbing one of my legs and pulling it against him as he ground his hard cock against mine through our pants. I was leaking like a faucet in my boxers, and could only imagine the state he was in.
My hands climbed Josh's back, up to his firmly rounded shoulders, and began peeling his jacket off of him. I couldn't get it to just drop off, like mine had, because his hands were still all over me, pinching and stroking. One of them dropped onto my package, and began kneading my cock through the fabric of my slacks. I groaned, clawing and struggling at his jacket, and finally got it rolled down enough that it hindered his arms. He shrugged out of it and tossed it aside almost angrily, and my hands immediately began to work on the buttons of his shirt, crawling down his chest, trapped between our two straining torsos. As I roughly pulled the shirttails out of his pants, he grabbed my legs, hoisting them around his waist as he lifted my and began to carry me through the living room. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rained kisses on his face.
Apparently deciding that the bedroom was just too far, Josh carried me to the dining room table, setting me down on the edge. Pushing me back as he leaned over, he swept the fruitbowl aside with one hand, knocking it to the floor with a muffled thump as it hit the carpet, oranges rolling everywhere. His hands went straight to my belt as I finished getting his shirt off of him, leaving him in just a white beater as he tossed my belt aside. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands, and, standing, peeled it off over his head in one smooth motion, throwing it to the floor as well. His hands slid down my leg, stroking over my thigh, squeezing my calf, before he deftly untied my shoe and let it drop to the floor, and then he did the same with my other leg. The edge of the table was right behind my knees, my feet dangling as he stood between them, sliding his hands up over the tops of my thighs as he undid the button and fly of my pants. Grabbing them and my boxers together, he began to tug them down, and I lifted my ass as the fabric slid over me. My cock sprang out, hard and ready, pointing up toward the ceiling as Josh let my pants drop toward the floor.
"Jack, I want you so bad," he whispered, staring down at me.
I raised myself up a little, resting on my elbows on the cold tabletop.
"Here I am," I said, letting my legs fall open a little wider as he stood between them. "What are you waiting for?"
Josh practically collapsed onto me, his lips seeking mine as his hands, strong and firm, crawled everywhere at once. I heard the table creak under us, but the taste of Josh's tongue in my mouth pushed it out of my mind. His hands slid over my chest, pinching my nipples as I tangled mine in his hair, pressing his face to me as he urgently ground his entire body against me. His hands trailed down my abs, fluttering over them, brushing past my navel, and then he wrapped both of them around my hard cock, rubbing them in opposite directions at once. I groaned, open mouthed, eyes rolling back in my head in pleasure, as Josh's head dipped down to my throat. He continued slowly stroking my cock, rolling a hand over the head as he slid the other up and down my shaft, squeezing, building slow pressure, and I continued to writhe beneath him, my back arching involuntarily as my hips tried to thrust toward him, beneath his weight. His tongues painted a wide line down the center of my chest, his licking interspersed with kisses as his hot mouth crawled wetly down my abs. His tongue flicked over my cockhead, just once, quickly, and I almost came right then.
Humming, causing his mouth the vibrate exquisitely, Josh began to kiss up and down my hard shaft, sliding his lips over my cockhead every few seconds. My fingers twisted in his hair as he licked up and down my shaft, painting my cock with his spit, and then he slid further down, and began to lick at my balls. He bunched his tongue up, like another finger, and began using it to push my balls around, to lift them and roll them before taking them, one at a time, into his mouth, rolling his lips over my sack, sucking gently on each of them before going back to licking again. I hadn't ever really been a fan of ball play, and hadn't ever realized I had quite so many nerves down there, but Josh's mouth working over them was like dipping them in fire.
"Oh, God, Josh," I whined, my voice high and almost unrecognizable.
My hands were tugging at Josh's hair so hard it had to be hurting him, but he rolled his eyes up toward me, smiling around a mouthful of my balls, and they twinkled with lust. His face was flushed, but he was definitely enjoying himself. My balls tumbled out of his mouth with a wet kissing sound, and he smiled before sliding his tongue up my shaft again. His brownish lips, wet and glistening, rolled over my cockhead as he began to slowly slide his mouth down my shaft, swallowing me, and I closed my eyes again, almost against my will. He looked so beautiful that it hurt not to see him, but I couldn't help it, groaning again as my hips pushed toward him, feeding him more of my hard, throbbing cock.
Josh swirled his warm tongue around my cockhead, running the tip of it around the ridge, hitting that bunch of nerves just below the slit over and over. My cock slid over his tongue, wide, wet, and warm, as his lips crawled down my shaft, and I felt the head bumping against the back of his throat. Instead of gagging, he swallowed, sucking me in, and my hands clamped down on his head, spearing his face as I thrust forward. He moaned contentedly, his mouth and throat vibrating around my prick. He began to bob slowly up and down my shaft, sucking gently, keeping his lips in a hard, tight ring around the shaft, running his tongue along my curves and ridges as I slid in and out of him. The only sounds in the room were my high pitched whimpers of pleasure, the occasional wet slurp, and the sound of him inhaling deeply through his nose each time I slid up to the tip, almost out of his mouth, before he sucked me greedily back down again.
While his moist, hot mouth worked wonders on my steely prick, his hands were roaming all over me again. I felt them brushing over my thighs, bristling over the hairs there, raising little goose bumps and causing me to shiver uncontrollably. They caressed their way up my abs, pressing and almost tickling, and smoothed themselves over the rounded sloping curves of my chest. His fingers found both of my nipples at once, pinching them, pulling on them, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs. I let out a sharp little cry, pushing upward into his mouth again. My own hands were still entwined in his hair, and I brought one around to the side of his face, caressing his cheek, running it along his opened jaw, feeling his face flex as he swallowed me again and again. He pressed his head against my opened palm, nuzzling against it, before pulling off of my cock with a wet popping noise to kiss my hand, and suck my fingers briefly into his mouth.
"Hey, Jack?" Josh whispered, licking maddeningly slowly at my slit.
"Jesus, Josh," I answered, twisting and straining beneath him.
"You about ready to cum?" he whispered, his wide blue eyes tilted up toward mine.
"Yes, Josh, yes," I panted as he went back to licking up and down my shaft. My cock was throbbing, jumping in time to my pounding heartbeat.
"Oh, good," he said, opening his mouth and swallowing me again.
"Josh!" I yelped, pulling his head down onto me all the way, pressing his nose into my pubes.
One of his hands grabbed my balls, squeezing lightly, as the other brushed, feather light, over my asshole. I jerked off the table, held in place by Josh's mouth, and shot, hard, down his throat. His head bobbed as he swallowed, and I shot again and again into his mouth.
I collapsed back onto the tabletop, stars dancing before my eyes, and felt Josh sliding up me. His bare chest slid over mine, his pert brown nipples gliding through the light sheen of sweat on me to press against my own. The fabric of his pants brushed against my now exquisitely sensitive cockhead, and my cock jerked against his as he brought his mouth to mine in one of his famously wet and sloppy Joshua tongue kisses. I tasted myself as his tongue twined around mine, and I opened my eyes to see his above me like pools, the twinkling blue of gaslights. He kissed me again, and smiled down at me as he ground his entire body against mine. My hands slid up his granite arms and over his smooth shoulders, dancing over the strong cords of his neck until I was cradling his perfect face above me.
"Josh, I want you to fuck me," I whispered, pressing against him as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Doubtlessly I was smearing a sticky sort of stain on the front of his pants, but he could afford the dry cleaning. "Now, Josh, I want it now."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he said, smiling. If he could get his voice like that on just one song on the next record they'd be sold out in seconds. He stood and pulled away from me. "Be right back."
He trotted quickly off toward the bedroom, and I watched his smooth, tan back, before it dawned on me that I was laying naked on the dining room table with my socks still on. It struck me as rather absurd, suddenly, and I sat up and peeled my socks off. I heard the nightstand drawer slam closed, and wondered why we even bothered to put the lube and the condoms away. Maybe we should just start keeping a pile of them by the bed. I giggled at this, too, and fell into further giggling when it occurred to me that we needed to be sure to wipe the table down before we had breakfast tomorrow.
Josh came slinking back from the bedroom, his bare torso glistening in the soft glow of the one lamp on over the sink. The shadows playing over his pecks, and the hollow of his throat, and the little interlocking plates of his abs were extremely sexy, but not half as sexy as following the dark brown line of his narrow trail of hair into the top of his pants. The front of his pants bulged alarmingly, shifting from side to side as he stood in front of the table, dancing storklike from one foot to the other to untie his shoes and kick them off. Once they were gone, he walked closer, as I sat up to meet him, and pull his face toward mine again.
"So," he began, kissing me as he set the lube and condoms down on the table. "Where were we?"
"I believe," I began, unbuckling his belt and pulling it slowly through the loops of his pants as he stared down at my hands, "that you were just about to fuck me senseless on the dining room table."
"Oh, yeah," he said, smiling, as I undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. "How could I have forgotten?"
"I don't know," I said, skinning his boxer briefs down. His cock sprang out at me, and he gasped as I wrapped my fingers around the wet head and smoothed them down his shaft. "Maybe it's 'cause all the blood went rushing to your other head."
"Could be," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me as I slowly jerked him off.
With my free hand I grabbed the tube of lubricant and pressed it onto one of his hands.
"Why don't you get that open, and get me ready?" I asked, grabbing one of the condoms. "And I'll do the same for you."
He opened the tube and squeezed some onto his fingers, rubbing them with his thumb to warm it up a little, and then his hand was sliding down between my legs, gentle, but thorough.
"You're getting good at that," I sighed, wincing a little as one, and then two, of his fingers slid into me.
He leaned forward to kiss me as I tore the condom open, and rolled it down with both hands over his hard cock.
"Practice makes perfect," he sighed, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. He reached down with his still wet hand and slicked himself up, and then guided himself toward my hole. I felt his head prodding at me. "You ready?"
"Sure," I answered, tossing my head back as I felt him begin to slide in.
Josh reached up with both hands, and took mine, which were on his neck. Gently, while just the head of his cock rested inside me, he laid me back on the table. He caressed my face, softly, and then his hands were sliding again over my chest and down my body as he returned them to my hips.
"Lay back and relax," he whispered, smiling down at me. "Let me do the work for a while."
His hands on my hips were firm, but not forceful, holding me in place as he slid slowly in, pausing to let me stretch. He began a slow rocking, working his way in a little further each time, and I felt little waves of warmth begin to roll through me as he insinuated more and more of himself into me with each gradual thrust. After the clothes ripping urgency we'd started with, this sudden dreamlike slowness about everything, this exquisite tenderness, was even more erotic to me.
I looked up at Josh from my resting place on the table, and thought again about how beautiful he was. His hair, mostly brown but still streaked with blonde highlights, was a tangled mess from my hands, and starting to curl from being too long and from him starting to sweat. His face, with its high cheekbones and long nose, was flushed, but smooth, as he stared down at me, his delicate mouth open a little, his tongue dancing behind his pearl white teeth. His eyes were warm, but a little glassy, as he stared down at me, scanning for signs that I was uncomfortable, or that he was doing everything right, searching for the thousand tiny ways I might show him, by jumping or shivering or the expression that crossed my face. He saw me looking, and smiled down at me.
"I love you," he panted, his tongue darting out to wet his lip as he continued to slide, ever so slowly, into and out of me.
"I love you, too," I answered, smiling back, yelping in pleasure as he hit my prostate. He smiled, and hit it again.
My eyes continued sliding down his face, over the firm, chiseled lines of his jaw, past that little strip of beard that somehow managed to look silly and sexy at the same time. I couldn't decide if I liked it or not, but I definitely liked the way it tickled my balls when he went down on me. I continued down, past the lines of his neck, watching the cords jump as he pushed into me, still slow, but picking up speed a little, falling into a rhythm. His chest, not huge, but well defined, rose and fell as his breathing deepened, his pecs dancing as his arms flexed each time he pulled himself into me, his brown nipples jumping on them like water on a hot skillet. His shoulders were rounded, and firm, well worth showing off in the sleeveless shirts he favored onstage. His abs flexed each time he pushed into me, crunching and then releasing, smooth and then rippled. The veins stood out in his forearms, snaking down from his elbows, crawling across the backs of his smooth hands. There was a stark difference in skin tone where his swimsuit covered him, but his pelvis wasn't chalk white. Instead it was sort of sandy, as his natural skin tones tended toward brown.
He began to pump a little faster, reaching up with one hand to push his hair out of his eyes. His necklace, the Leo/Scorpio medal, bounced on his chest as he stared down at me, and I began to thrust back at him with my hips. I scraped my legs up and down the backs of his straining legs, feeling his calves and thighs flexing, and I wrapped mine around him, flexing as well, using them to pull him in deeper. I used one hand to prop myself up on the table, and ran the other over his chest, pinching his nipple and hearing him suck in a breath through gritted teeth, before I brought it to his neck, using him as leverage as I continued to thrust back against him. I could feel his pulse throbbing through his smooth, velvety skin.
"Harder, Josh," I whispered, flinging myself toward him.
"Yeah," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead.
He began to pound into me, deep, hard thrusts that had me writhing and bucking beneath him as I pounded back, squeezing my ass around him. Sweat began to trickle down his neck, and the valley between his pecs, and I pulled myself up even higher, licking the side of his face before letting myself lean back again. His fingers were digging into my hips now as he ground himself into me over and over again. Every time he pushed in, a wave of pleasure washed through me, and I began to stroke my own hard cock as he pumped into me, faster now. I let out a little noise every time he pushed into me, and he began to make them as well, the sound of his breathing getting higher pitched and more urgently strained in the way that I knew so well.
The table was creaking, unable to really move with my weight resting on it and its feet digging into the carpet. Josh continued to pound into me, harder still, and I bucked up to meet him on each thrust, my legs locked around his waist. I could tell that I was close to cumming a second time, and my hand continued to slide over my cock as I used my other hand to keep myself propped up, so that I could stare straight into Josh's eyes. His chest was heaving now, and his breath hissed in and out through gritted teeth as the cords in his neck strained out in vivid relief.
"Yeah, Josh, yeah," I chanted as he strained into me.
He pushed me back down on the table, straightening my torso as he pushed even deeper. His eyes popped open above me.
"I love you," he groaned, and I lost it.
Glistening strings of cum shot out from my cock, falling on my abdomen as his hard thrusting pushed me over the edge. My spasms drove him past the brink as well, and screaming my name he slammed into me, his fingers turning white as they dug into the flesh of my pelvis. I felt his hips jerking again and again as he spilled inside me, and then his heaving, sweaty torso collapsed against mine as he continued to yelp and push into me, spastically now.
As Josh dropped down onto me, lost in his own bliss, there was a sharp crack, and we were falling backward as the table collapsed beneath us. There was a second of free fall, and then we slammed into the floor, my head cracking painfully against the tabletop. There was a wet splat as one of the oranges, trapped between the tabletop and the floor, exploded into the carpet. The chairs fell in every direction, and I wondered if Chris was home, and listening to this through the ceiling.
"Oh, shit," Josh panted, trying to catch his breath, and I began to laugh. He looked down at me, and began laughing, too. "Are you ok?"
"Fine," I answered, my arms wrapped around him. "That hurt my head."
"Shit, we broke the table," he said, giggling as we lay amid the wreckage, his softening cock still inside me.
"You know what this means?" I asked, staring up at him. The look of comical surprise on his face was priceless.
"No refund on my security deposit?" he suggested, looking down at me. He leaned down and kissed my nose.
"No, it means breakfast in bed from here on out," I answered, giggling. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up."
"What about this?" Josh asked, standing carefully and then holding out his hand to help me up.
"We'll take care of it tomorrow," I said, taking his hand.
We stopped in the bathroom to clean each other off with tissues, and then brush our teeth. We slid into bed quietly, hearing the muffled thump of Justin and Britney's bed hitting the wall next door, and giggled. Josh slid against me, spooning me, and began to rain kisses across the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders.
"Jack?" he asked.
"Yeah, Josh?" I answered.
"Tonight was amazing, I think the most amazing night of my life," he whispered, laying his head on mine. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
"Josh, it was the same for me," I said. "When you kissed me, right there on the carpet in front of everyone, well, I don't even know how to say it, Josh. I've never felt anything like that before. No one has ever made me feel that way, ever."
He kissed the back of my neck again.
"I love you, Jack," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Josh," I answered.
He was quiet for a minute, and I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep against me, but then he spoke again.
"Jack, what's going to happen to us now?" he asked.
"I don't know, Josh," I answered, sighing. "I really don't know. Are you scared?"
"A little," he answered. "But it doesn't matter, as long as I have you."
"Then you're going to be fine, Josh," I said, squeezing the hand he'd draped over my chest. "Because you'll always have me. And the rest of this we'll just take one day at a time."
"Together," he sighed against my neck.
We finally fell asleep, cradled against each other.
Wow, another chapter without a cliffhanger. That's two in a row!