Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else, enjoy the show....
Craig knocked on the door of room 219. He could hear that the TV was on but nobody spoke a word telling him to enter. The man inside knew who it was. Craig had been there everyday for the past three months. He sighed and arranged the flowers that he held in his arm. They were this man's favorite. He hoped they would cheer him up just a bit. Seeing a smile out of him was worth more then a million dollars to Craig. He took a deep breath, put his motorcycle helmet under his arm, and opened the door, plunging into the unknown. It was always a gamble whether the man would be in a good mood or a bad one.
Craig entered and let the door close silently behind him. He took in the scene in front of him; the bed in the middle of the room where he had laid with this man many a long night; and the flowers covering the dresser and the nearby table which he had brought with every visit. He let his gaze fall from the pink and white carnation arrangement on the nightstand to the reason why he was there.
"You look good," Craig said cautiously stepping further into the room. He was unsure if he would be greeted by a smile or green jell-o flying at his head.
"Don't lie to me," said the man turning his head towards the visitor.
Craig smiled at him and placed his helmet on a chair by the door. He set the flowers in an open space on the dresser. "I brought your favorite this time," he rearranged them slightly to make them perfect, "tulips."
"I don't see why you bring so many Goddamn flowers anyway. I'm not dead yet, you know."
Craig swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. He picked up a vase full of flowers that were wilting and turned around with them.
"I know," he said giving a forced smile to the man in the hospital bed.
He threw the flowers away in a trashcan and took the vase into the en-suite bathroom to rinse it out.
"I saw you on TV today," the man said.
"Really? What for?" Craig asked praying that it wasn't going to be a smart-ass comment.
"The fashion show. The only thing they seemed to be able to show was you and Nick in your underwear."
"Yeah. Jenny said that would be a hit," he said walking back in the room.
"She was right. You looked good."
"But?" Craig said putting the empty vase on a shelf in the closet.
"You're too skinny," he said noticing the man's stomach when he reached slightly above his head.
"Jeremy, just yesterday you said I was too fat," he said, his hands on his hips.
Jeremy shrugged, "Maybe you were retaining water. You know now that you mention it, your face does look a little bloated."
Craig shook his head and leaned over to fluff Jeremy's pillows.
"You're smoking again aren't you?" he asked as Craig sat down.
"I just quit actually," he said crossing his legs.
"Don't cross your legs, you look like a faggot," he said frowning.
Craig rolled his eyes at the older man but uncrossed his legs.
"So what made you quit this time?"
"You did of course. You're 30-minute speech about emphysema last week finally sunk in."
"Sure it did," he said looking at the man suspiciously. "So how much time are you going to put in today?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know you only visit me because you think you have to."
"Can you stop saying things like that?" Craig asked obviously hurt by the comment.
Jeremy didn't answer but turned his head. Craig knew that was his kind of an affirmative answer.
"You're still riding that death trap huh?" Jeremy asked just noticing the helmet.
"Jeremy I was just here yesterday, how could I have afforded a new set of wheels in less than twenty-four hours?"
"Why won't you let me give you the money to buy a car?"
"I don't want your money," Craig said exhausted from having to go through this same conversation over and over and over again with this man.
"Technically it's your..." Jeremy was cut off by a fit of coughs.
Craig grabbed the pitcher by the bed and poured a glass of water. He held up Jeremy's head and put the cup to his lips. The coughing soon calmed down to a slow sputtering. Craig wiped the man's mouth with a napkin and placed his hand on his slim thigh. The man was starting to lose weight again.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
Jeremy coughed once more, "The water was warm."
Craig smiled and wiped the dark hair off of the man's pale forehead. He let his hand slide down the man's face, over the oxygen tube under his nose, and stroked his jaw line.
Despite himself Jeremy closed his eyes enjoying the human contact, not just because it wasn't a doctor probing and prodding at him but also because it was Craig.
Craig let his hand fall to his side and he sat down again, much to the older man's dismay.
Jeremy opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful man before him. He held his hand out and the younger man immediately grasped it.
"I...I..." Jeremy started. He was about to finish his sentence when Craig's cell phone rang.
Craig lifted up a bit out of his seat and took out his cell phone.
"I have to take this," he said giving the man's hand a squeeze. "I'll be right back."
Craig walked outside of the hospital room.
"Hello gorgeous," he said smiling.
"Hi sexy," Justin said. "I know you just left, but I miss you. Come see me?"
Craig laughed, "Can't live without me already?"
"I don't want to try. So can you come back to me?"
"I thought you were coming over for dinner. I was going to cook."
"We can drive over together."
"Okay you've twisted my arm enough. I have to finish up here and then I'll be back over."
"Where are you?"
"Um...my agents house."
"Hurry okay?"
"Alright. Bye babe."
"Bye."
Craig ended the call on his cell and let it slip back into his pocket. He frowned at having to lie to Justin but he just couldn't tell him what was going on. He had to keep it a secret or else him and Justin would be over. He sighed and walked back into the room.
"Who is he?" Jeremy asked quietly.
Craig sat down as Jeremy's eyes burned into him.
"It was Mitch."
"When he calls you stay in the room. Tell me who he is, Craig."
"Jeremy you're being ridiculous alright?"
"Why won't you just tell me?" he asked looking down at his brittle hands.
"Look at me okay?" Craig said turning the man's delicate face towards him, "There is no guy. I swear."
Jeremy nodded slightly.
"I have to go get ready for a photo shoot," Craig said standing. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
Craig leaned down and kissed the man on the forehead, then softly on the lips.
"I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you too," Jeremy said not wanting the man to leave so soon.
Craig walked towards the door grabbing his helmet before he touched the doorknob.
"Be careful Craig."
"Always," he said giving the man a smile and then leaving the room.
Jeremy knew that he could be a real asshole to Craig sometimes, but he cherished his visits and longed for more of them. He knew the man had a life to live and a job to go to. Well he didn't really have to work; Jeremy would have taken good care of him. He smiled to himself when he thought of how Craig had always had a hard head when it came to making his own way. That was one of things that he loved Craig so much for. Jeremy sighed and looked towards the now closed door. He had sworn to God, doctors, and himself that that man was the only thing keeping him alive. Jeremy hoped he could hold on a bit longer. Craig didn't have anyone else. He feared that the younger man might be lost without him.
As Craig walked away from the room he heard someone call his name.
"Hey Dr. Martin," Craig said shaking his hand.
"How's everything going?" the man asked in his thick Italian accent.
"Pretty good."
"Jeremy was telling me about how you were on TV. He's really quite proud of you, you know."
Craig smiled. Dr. Martin always knew what to say to get him to show his pearly whites. He had known the good doctor almost his entire life; that was part of the reason he called him Dr. Martin. His last name was actually Martinelli, but try saying that when you're four years old.
"So how's he doing?" Craig asked nodding towards Jeremy's door.
"I'd like to say better, but he's pretty much the same as a few weeks ago."
"That's good then right? It's not getting worse."
"Craig," Dr. Martin said placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, "I have a feeling this is just a plateau, sort of the calm before the storm."
"How long does he have?" Craig asked.
"There's no way to tell for sure," he said giving the generic doctor answer.
"Dr. Martin, please," Craig said, his eyes pleading with the older man.
The doctor could never resist that look, rather it was asking for a piece of candy or begging for information about a dieing man.
"After looking over the tests we ran a few days ago, I would have to say that you should help him get his affairs in order," he said solemnly.
Craig looked at the floor, "So a month, two?"
"A month at the most. But I have to tell you son, that's even unlikely," he said as his beeper went off. He checked it. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow okay?"
"Yeah. Take care Dr. Martin."
He gave Craig a polite smile and walked away to go answer his page.
Craig stood there thinking about the information he was just given. He looked at the room he had just come from. Life was so funny sometimes. Just when he thought that he had found someone he could love forever, his first love was being snatched away from him before he was ready to give it up.
He walked towards the doors of the hospital wanting to scream his head off but instead he simply walked through them and headed towards his motorcycle.
When Justin opened the door for him, all Craig had wanted to do was jump into his arms and cry, letting the man rock him into a state of calmness he knew he could only achieve with Justin's arms wrapped tightly around him.
"What's wrong?" Justin asked immediately.
Although Craig had smiled at him, it didn't seem quite right.
"Nothing. Why?"
"You seem different."
"No. I'm fine."
Justin knew something was wrong but figured Craig would tell him in his own due time. He stepped aside and Craig entered the house.
"Okay," Justin said. "Miss me today?"
"Yes I did," he wrapped his arms around the beautiful man in front of him. "Did you get any work done at all?"
"Actually I did. Jayce and I worked on the song I wrote for you. It sounds awesome."
"When do I get to here it?"
"Now. If you want."
Craig hugged Justin tightly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked hugging the man back.
Craig just nodded and took in the smell of Justin's cologne. They stood there in the foyer and held each other.
"I want to talk to you for a second," Justin said kissing the man's forehead.
Craig followed him into the living room and sat down with him on the couch.
"What did you want to talk about?" Craig asked praying he wasn't going to break up with him. He couldn't handle the thought of losing two loves all in one day.
Justin held his hand, "We've only known each other for a few days but I think we can both agree that we have some sort of bond."
"Yeah," Craig said not exactly knowing where this was going. It didn't sound like a kiss off though, he thought.
"I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I don't care what it is. I want to help."
Craig shook his head. This was one thing that not even being Justin Timberlake could help.
"You don't believe me?" Justin asked hurt.
"No. I'm sorry baby I believe you," he said squeezing Justin's hand slightly. "I just got some bad news earlier today."
"About what?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Well, is there anything I can do?" he asked out of ideas.
"Hold me?" Craig asked needing to feel those strong arms again.
Justin did so and ran his hand up and down the man's arm.
Craig sighed as he laid his head on Justin's shoulder.
"I love you," Craig said softly.
JC couldn't seem to concentrate on anything sense he got home. He had literally been washing the same plate in the sink for ten minutes. As he looked out of the bay window he day dreamed. Maybe it wasn't a daydream. He wasn't sure what you called a nightmare you had while you were awake. He pictured himself telling Justin his feelings, being completely honest with him. The taller man looked down at him and laughed calling Craig into the room. Craig walked in and laughed at him as well.
How could JC be so stupid? There was no way in hell that he could compete with Craig. Did he even want to? He was pretty sure he wasn't gay but there was just something about Justin. He could always tell if another man was attractive but he had never been turned on by one. Maybe it was just curiosity, he had never been so close to two guys kissing before. Justin seemed to like it maybe he would too.
"Dude you're gonna wear a whole in that plate," Wade said walking into the kitchen.
"Oh yeah," JC said shaking it off and placing it on the counter.
Wade grabbed a dishtowel and began drying it, looking at JC with concern.
"What's wrong Josh?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just tired," JC said wishing the choreographer had not come over for dinner. He just wanted to be alone and maybe mope around a little.
"Oh okay. Too tired to work on those dance moves?"
"Yeah actually. Can you stop by tomorrow?"
"Sure. You can cook me dinner again," he said laughing.
JC smiled, "We'll see."
He walked Wade out and watched him as he drove away. JC thought Wade was pretty cool to hang out with, even though he was so much younger than him. He kind of acted like his kid brother. JC sighed when he remembered that Justin was like a brother to him too. Was that incest?
He laughed a little. Man I'm stupid sometimes, he thought.
Justin stroked Craig's thick brown hair as the man fell asleep on his lap. He loved the way the glossy soft waves cascaded through his fingers. He could have stayed like that forever. His heart tugged at his brain a little, reminding him of the question that had been on his mind. Had Craig really said that he loved him or was that just wishful thinking?
There was no way of telling now. The man was fast asleep.
Justin sighed. "What made you so sad?" he whispered softly.
He vowed that if anyone had hurt Craig he was going to kill them, a slow and painful death most likely. Justin was not a violent person but when it came to his close friends and family...well let's just say he took care of them. Craig didn't seem like a friend anymore, though. He felt more like family to him. He trusted the man so much and in such a short time. Craig moved slightly and Justin ran his hand up and down the man's chest to calm him.
Justin laid his head back against the leather couch and closed his eyes. This day had been so draining for him, falling in love definitely wasn't easy.
When Justin woke up his lap was empty. He looked around for a second to see if he could catch a glimpse of his love, but could not. He stood and moved into the kitchen. It was empty. He looked through the window into the front yard. Craig's motorcycle was gone. Justin's heart fell like a ton of bricks in his chest. He thought about calling Craig, but figured that would be way to needy. He looked outside again making sure he hadn't missed the small bike; it was after all dark outside now. He couldn't make out the shape in the pressing darkness and decided to go lay down upstairs.
As he slowly dragged his feet up each step he wondered why Craig had left him. Had the man realized the love he had confessed with sleep threatening his awareness? Maybe he thought Justin had heard and was only waiting to throw him out until he woke up.
Justin was barley at the top landing when he heard the front door open. Hope filled him through every inch of his body. He turned and looked over the railing. With three large grocery bags and the key still in the lock, Craig had a struggle with door on his hands. Just as one of the bags was falling Justin caught it.
"Aw, you're awake," Craig said upset. "I wanted to make you the dinner that I promised."
Justin smiled brightly, "Believe me it's still a surprise."
He helped Craig into the kitchen with the bags.
"Oh here," Craig said handing him his keys. "I hope you don't mind but I stole your keys. I had to make sure my Justin was locked up nice and tight," he said kissing the man on the lips.
"No problem," Justin said leaving the keys on the counter. "Can I help with anything?"
"Yes," Craig pulled a bottle of wine out of the bag. "Pour this for us, then stay out of my way."
Justin kissed his cheek and took the bottle. He looked at it. It was a pretty expensive wine and he wondered how Craig could afford it.
"Good choice," Justin said holding the bottle up a bit.
"Thanks. I'm actually no good at choosing wine but I had that laying around the house," he said setting the last of the bags contents on the counter.
"Who's the wine connoisseur, if you're not?" he asked.
"An old friend," Craig said pulling a knife out to chop the vegetables.
"Oh," Justin said. He figured it was an old boyfriend that Craig didn't want to mention. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if Craig had even had a boyfriend before.
"Can I do anything else?" he asked eager to help.
"Nope, just sit down and talk to me while I cook," Craig said looking up from the vegetables and smiling.
Justin pulled out one of the stools that stood up to the island counter and sat down. He sipped his wine.
"How did you fit all of this stuff on your motorcycle?"
"There's a lot more room then you'd think. Plus the grocery store is just around the corner."
"There's one around the corner from here?"
"Yeah," he said laughing, "you don't go shopping?"
"Not for groceries. My mom buys them for me, or I just don't eat at home."
"Oh to be spoiled by mommy like some people," Craig laughed.
"I'm sure your mom still spoils you too," he said taking a piece of carrot off of the chopping block
Craig turned around and put a pan on the stove. He turned on the heat and went back to work on the vegetables.
"You don't like talking about your mom do you?" Justin asked softly.
Craig shook his head, "She's dead now so it doesn't matter."
"Oh I'm sorry. Did you get along with her?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, what about your dad?"
Craig stopped chopping and hung his head a little lower, ashamed of the tears that stung his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Justin said hugging the man in front of him.
"It's okay," Craig said rubbing his eyes. "It's probably just the onions," he said sniffling a bit.
Justin laughed lightly and released his friend.
"Brothers and sisters?" Justin asked after being seated. He knew he was prying a little with his questions but he wanted to get to know this man better.
"Nope. Only child. You?" he asked looking up for a second.
"I have a half sister and brother."
Craig smiled, "She must love you to death."
Justin laughed, "Not really. But we get along pretty well."
"That's good."
Justin took a piece of celery.
"Okay, you're gonna have to get out of my kitchen," Craig said laughing.
Justin laughed as well, "Hey I paid for it."
"Yes well it's mine now," he shooed Justin towards the living room. "Go upstairs and take a shower. Dinner will be ready by time you're done."
"Now I stink?" he asked laughing.
"Yes," Craig said with mock seriousness. "You do Justin. I wasn't crying in there, my eyes were watering because you stunk so bad."
Justin laughed, "Fine. Next time I'm gonna make you join me though."
Craig growled at him seductively.
Justin kissed his lips softly and ran up the stairs. He heard Craig's laughter as he bounded towards his room. It was so great to hear the light giggle wafting up the stairs behind him. He stripped as soon as he hit his door, with the intention of taking the quickest shower in history. He just couldn't stand to be without Craig for very long, especially when the man was in the house.
Once the water hit Justin's tight body his entire plan changed. The nap on the couch had taken a toll on his neck and back. He let the water run over his build on the hardest massage setting the showerhead had. It hit his knotted back and neck. He stayed that way for a while; then finished up his shower. When he stepped out he heard a small knock at his bedroom door. He wrapped a white towel around his waist and walked to the door still dripping wet.
When Craig saw a scantily clad Justin answer the door he almost fell over in astonishment. Craig stared wordlessly at Justin's six-pack and then the muscles that seemed to twitch underneath his perfect protruding nipples.
"Hi," Justin said smiling at the look on Craig's face. "Are you okay?" he asked touching the man's cheek.
"Um...yeah. Sure I am," he finally met Justin's eyes. "Dinner's ready when you are."
"Cool. I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay," Craig stole one more look at Justin's washboard abs then turned and walked back downstairs. His lips burned with the desire to kiss that gorgeous stomach.
When Justin came downstairs he was surprised to see the lights off and a fire roaring in the fireplace. He heard soft music playing in the background and smiled when he saw Craig standing at the bottom of the stairs with a rose extended up to him.
"For my Prince," he said smiling.
Justin blushed and took the rose placing a small kiss on Craig's lips. The kiss turned into a more passionate one as he brought his arms up and laid them around the man's neck. Craig rested his hands on Justin's lower back. Just as he started to move them down farther to Justin's perfect butt he broke the kiss.
"Dinner's getting cold," Craig said taking Justin's hand in his.
"What did you make for me baby?" he asked wrapping his arms around Craig's waist as they walked into the dinning room.
"It's a surprise," he said pulling out Justin's chair.
The man sat down and they ate by candlelight, avoiding the sensitive subjects. There would be enough time for serious talk later; after all they had their whole lives together. After dinner Craig stood to clear the table.
"Leave it," Justin said touching his hand when he tried to take his plate. They took their glasses into the living room and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace.
Justin took a sip of his wine then set his glass on the coffee table.
"So what do you want to do now?" he asked.
Craig leaned over to him. "This," he said kissing the man intensely.
They continued to kiss as Craig let his hand move down Justin's chest to his abs. He could feel the muscles contracting with each of Justin's movements. He trailed his hand down farther and under his shirt. When their bare skin touched there was a spark that went off in both of them. They knew it was too soon but both of their bodies, flashed with a wave of heat.
Craig's fingertips tingled with the touch of Justin's silky skin. He needed to feel more. He kissed Justin's neck and licked his ear slightly, sending a shiver down the man's spine. His hands pulled up Justin's shirt exposing his chest and abs to the flickering firelight. Craig let his soft tongue touch the skin that was burning with desire for him.
Justin tilted his head back and let out a slight moan.
Craig's jeans tightened around his growing package when he heard the beautiful noise that came out of Justin. He pulled the blue shirt over Justin's head. He took in the look of the shirtless man for a moment; making a memory of every tattoo.
Justin seemed more interested in making his own memories when he grabbed Craig's shirt and pulled him to his lips. They sunk down together on the floor, this time Justin being the aggressive one. Their bodies melted and molded together as one.
Craig rolled over on the man he now knew he was completely in love with and let his thigh rub against Justin's raging hard cock.
Justin pulled Craig's shirt off of him and threw it to one side. He didn't know how far they should go, but he really didn't care. It just felt so good to him. He was grinding into Craig's leg until he thought he would cum right there in his pants.
Craig fumbled with the button on Justin's jeans and then the zipper. Once they were down he slipped his hand into them and touched the man's boxer covered cock. Justin breathed harder as his orgasm approached.
They were acting like two schoolboys with five minutes between classes. Craig didn't care; he wanted to make Justin feel as good as he looked.
Before Justin knew what was happening, Craig had freed his cock and was running his hand down the shaft. Before it even hit the base Justin let out the loudest groan the other man had heard in a long time and shot his load into the air.
Justin proved that he wasn't the type of guy to wait around and take orders when he started to rub Craig's cock through his jeans.
Craig had slightly more control then Justin but not much. He let the man lay him down on the rug and unbutton his jeans. He lifted up as Justin pulled them and his boxer briefs down just below his butt. When he did so Craig's large penis popped out into view.
Justin was amazed at the size and immediately thought back to the fashion show. Apparently Craig didn't have to stuff his shorts to look good. Justin stroked the man slowly, doing what he thought he would like. It must have been the right thing because Craig was moaning and squirming around a little underneath the strong hand. Justin felt the temperature rise in Craig's body and he stroked faster, causing the already throbbing member to turn slightly red.
Craig was dizzy with ecstasy when Justin leaned down and flicked his tongue over Craig's nipple. Craig immediately exploded in Justin's hand. Justin continued stroking him, liking the sticky oozy feeling of Craig's cum on his hand.
When Craig recovered he looked up at the man that had just given him so much pleasure.
Justin leaned down and kissed him deeply, expressing what they had not yet put into words. He helped Craig on with his pants and cuddled up next to his strong man.
"I love you," Craig said barely audible.
Justin beamed brightly, "I love you too."
They kissed again and then lay there holding each other. Their bodies glistened with the other's sweat and cum. They couldn't tell where one ended and the other began; honestly they didn't desire to.
In the morning, Justin's body seemed to wake up before he did. He could feel something heavy laying on his chest. He almost pushed it off of him when he recalled the night before. He smiled, eyes still closed.
When he opened them he looked down and saw Craig fast asleep on his chest. The man's arms were wrapped tightly around Justin's waist. They were so tight that if Justin had been a smaller man Craig would have crushed him. He hated to get up out of his warm comfortable sexy guy filled bed, but he had to pee.
He pulled Craig's arm from on top of him and lightly placed it on the bed, getting up slowly as he did so. He looked back at the man he had shared his bed and love with and smiled. His form was gorgeous under the sheet.
When Justin stepped back into the room he was surprised to see Craig sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning," he said placing his feet on the floor.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Justin asked standing slightly self-conscious in the doorway. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and crossed his legs also, leaning against the door jam.
"Yeah kind of, but it's okay," he yawned. "What time is it?"
"Ten," Justin said already having looked at the alarm clock by the bed.
Craig jumped up, "Oh shit I'm gonna be late."
"Late for what?" Justin asked uncrossing himself.
"I have to work," he said spinning around in circles trying to find his clothes.
"What time?" he asked pulling at his boxers a little.
"One thirty," Craig said pulling on a t-shirt. He looked down at it and laughed. "I think this is yours," he said taking it off.
Justin caught the shirt that was thrown at him.
"Calm down Craig," he said softly.
The man looked up at him and nodded.
"I need to find my clothes so I can go home and take a shower."
"Here," Justin said handing him a stack of neatly folded clothes.
"You folded them?" Craig said knowing that he had never folded anything in his life.
Justin shrugged, "Yeah I guess."
Craig smiled and stood making Justin move back a step. Craig pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips.
"I love you," Craig said.
"I love you too," Justin said looking into his eyes. "Why don't you take a shower with me?"
"It has to be super quick though," he said slyly.
Justin laughed, "You have three and a half hours sweetie."
"Yeah but the shoot is on location at Pismo Beach."
"Isn't that going to be a little...chilly?"
"Yeah, but it's what I do," he said with a shrug.
"Okay, listen. We'll take a shower then I'll drive you down okay?"
"You don't have to drive me."
"I know but I want to. Plus, I don't like the idea of you driving all the way out there on your bike."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Craig smacked Justin on the butt, "Then get in there and start that shower sweet cheeks."
Justin smiled and pecked his lips.
In the shower Justin stood behind Craig and washed his back and shoulders. He let the sponge run down Craig's back to his butt. He ran the sponge over the sides of his thighs and down the backs of his legs.
When Justin came back up Craig turned around and kissed him deeply, their erections pushing against each other's. They moved around a bit rubbing them together.
Craig stopped and switched places with Justin. He ran the sponge over the same places Justin had done to him leaving a soapy trail as he went. He got so into kissing, licking, and nibbling the man's neck that he dropped the sponge on the floor of the shower. With it discarded he ran his hands over Justin's soapy back and ass. He moved his arm around Justin's waist and began stroking the man from behind.
Justin bent over slightly when he felt the hand touch his rock hard cock.
Craig's own hard member was rubbing and moving all over Justin's soapy ass cheek.
Justin turned his head to the side and Craig kissed him on the lips panting harder when they broke the lip lock. Craig thought life couldn't get any better than this when he felt Justin's cock twitch in his hand. He watched the boy squirt cum all over the shower tile and all over himself.
When the white stream hit the black tile Craig let his own semen flow from his cock. They both collapsed a little from their powerful orgasms. Craig laid his head on Justin's warm back panting slightly.
The man turned around and kissed him so passionately that Craig lost his breath again. Justin released him and smiled into the man's eyes. Craig smiled also, but looked down in embarrassment when he saw how much love the other man had in his eyes. Craig knew it was all for him. He noticed that Justin had cum dripping down his flat stomach. With a slight twinkle in his eye, Craig bent down and licked the cum off of his lover.
Justin didn't know what to do or say. When Craig met his eyes again he let his lips touch Justin's. Both men experienced the most intamite of tastes when Craig opened his mouth slightly.
Britney wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say to Justin. She guessed she would start with an apology and move on to giving him back his key.
She stood there patiently outside of his front door waiting for him to answer it. When she didn't hear movement inside or receive an answer through the intercom, she figured he was still sleeping.
She shrugged and used the key to open the front door. She closed it softly behind her, not wanting to wake a sleeping Justin, and crept up the stairs. She was so intent on being quiet that she didn't notice the empty wine bottle or the glasses on the coffee table.
Once upstairs she paused at his door. Maybe she should knock; after all he could be dressing or something. She sighed and thought a moment. What wouldshe get more pleasure out of, ruining his sleep or seeing him naked one last time? She decided the sleep thing. He hated it when people woke him up. She banged on the door as hard as she could.
"Justin!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Justin and Craig were still in their post love making daze in the shower when they heard banging on the bedroom door. Justin heard his name being yelled.
"Shit!" he said loudly. He jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. "Stay here he told Craig." He left the bathroom without waiting for a response.
"Hold on!" he yelled to the closed door. He wasn't sure if it was his mom or what, but he pushed the clothes out of the way never the less.
He opened the door holding his towel up with one hand. He was shocked and speechless when he saw Britney walk by him and step into the bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I want to give you this," she said holding out an envelope.
He snatched it from her with his wet hand. "Okay. Thanks for stopping by," he said and started ushering her out of the door.
"Hold on. We need to talk," she said slipping out of his grasp.
He sighed heavily, "Fine. I need to get dressed first."
"Go ahead," she said not moving an inch.
"Brit, wait for me downstairs. I'll be down in a minute," he said calmly.
"Fine," she said walking out of the room.
He closed the door and locked it dropping the envelope as he ran to the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Craig sitting on the bathroom counter.
Craig bit his bottom lip, "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. My ex is here. I need to go downstairs and talk to her. Can you stay up here for just a few minutes?"
"Sure."
Justin walked over to him and put his hands on Craig's sides.
"Thank you so much baby," he said kissing Craig.
When Justin pulled back Craig wrapped his legs around him.
"Mmm, one more," he said.
Justin smiled and pecked his lover's lips.
Craig laid on the bed in his towel watching Justin get dressed.
Justin pulled off his towel and stepped into a pair of boxers. He threw on a t-shirt and pulled on some sweat pants.
"I'll be right back gorgeous," he said pecking Craig on the lips.
When Justin bounded down the stairs the smile on his lips immediately melted away when he saw Britney's angry scowl.
"What now?" he asked rolling his eyes.
"Have fun last night?" she asked.
Justin stopped on the last stair, foot poised over the ground.
"Well?" she asked harshly.
Justin finished his walk towards her.
"What do you mean?" he asked looking past her.
"The romantic dinner for two in the dinning room, the wine glasses."
"Oh yeah, so?"
"How could you start dating someone when we just broke up yesterday?"
He shook his head and walked past her.
"To me we've been broken up for weeks," he picked up the glasses and headed into the kitchen.
Britney followed him.
"How could you say something like that?" she asked with tears rolling down her cheeks.
He set the glasses in the sink then turned towards her.
"Brit don't cry."
"What else am I supposed to do?"
Justin sighed and hugged his long time friend.
"I don't want stuff to be weird between us okay?" he said.
She nodded into his chest. He smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry about your car," she finally said.
He smiled at her and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.
"Don't worry about it sweetie," he kissed her forehead and they walked outside with their arms around each other.
Justin smiled at her as she held his hand. She smiled back.
"I'm going back home for a little while," she said.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just need my momma right now."
Something caught Britney's eye and she glanced up at the house. She saw a shadow move by Justin's bedroom window. She couldn't believe it, he had some girl there while they were making up. That bastard, she thought.
He smiled, "Yeah I know the feeling."
She let go of his hand.
"I have to go. Flight to catch," she walked quickly to her car glancing at the motorcycle in the driveway.
"Okay bye," he called after her.
He walked back in the house.
She stood there with the driver side door open on her Mercedes staring up at the window. Soon she saw that the figure was joined by another. The two shadows were very close, as though they were kissing.
She cursed Justin out loud and got into her car slamming the door shut.
"I swear I'm going to find the bitch that stole my man. So help me God I'll make them both pay."
To be continued...
** This is my first story, so tell me what you think. From: Swimfan_777@yahoo.com**