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Author's Note: I did stop writing this for a long time and had no intentions of restarting it, but for some reason I did. And I plan on writing it for a little while.
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Chapter 3: Breaching the Gap
It had been two months since JC and Justin `discovered' each other, but after their sexcapade they seemed to just ignore it. They promoted their "2001: A Pop Odyssey" tour throughout the various talk-shows in New York. Now, just before the kickoff of their tour, it seems as though nothing ever happened between JC and Justin.
Justin pried himself out of bed and stretched as he pulled open the curtains. The early morning sunlight came through and nearly blinded him, his eyes had not yet adjusted. He picked up his alarm clock and looked at it, 6:26 a.m., he usually isn't up this early, but he just flew here (Orlando) from Sweden, where Britney was.
He looked at her picture on the nightstand next to his bed, his mind drifted as he thought of her perfect body. His hand instinctively found its way to his crotch and to his 7-inch morning wood. Without a thought he slipped his hand through the hole in the front of his silk boxers and began to rub his fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. He thought of how good Britney looked in her latest video, "Don't Let me be the Last to Know", and how little she (thankfully) left to the imagination with her revealing bikini. Then he started to think of how good the guy looked in the video too. He wrapped his fingers around his thick penis and began to slowly and methodically pump it.
His thoughts of Britney were more and more overtaken by those of the man she was with, Justin fell onto the bed as slipped his other hand under his wifebeater and began to rub one of his nipples, then the other. Just knew that he was close and pulled his hand out of his boxers and began to pump the shaft while covered by the material. The feeling drove him wild, one of the reason he now wore silk boxers more than cotton ones, and after what felt like a few seconds of pleasure Justin blew his load into his underwear. He brought his index finger to the inside of his boxers, picked up some of the cum and licked off the sweet nectar. He looked at the clock, 6:33 a.m., his `few seconds' had been seven minutes.
Suddenly a random thought went through his head: `I wonder what JC tastes like..."
He pushed it out of his head and picked up more cum with his finger and licked it off.
JC pulled himself out of unconsciousness as his doorbell rang and rang. He rolled over and looked at the clock, 10:23 a.m., `who the hell is that?', he thought.
He rubbed his morning hardon and threw on a robe as he drug himself to the door and peered out. Justin.
"What in God's name do you want?" JC said as he opened the door groggily.
"I'm still on Swedish time and figured I'd come over here and bug you," Justin explained as he walked in.
"Yeah, well, I'm still on California time," JC argued, "and it's about 7:30 over there!"
"Tough," Justin laughed as he took off his sunglasses, "you sleep in too late anyway."
JC knew he that Justin wouldn't leave him alone until he got his way, "Give me time to shower and shave," JC grumbled.
JC walked into the bathroom, shaved, showered and got out. He looked around and noticed that there weren't any clean towels around. He opened the door slightly and noticed that Justin was sitting in a chair in the nearby kitchen.
"Hey, Justin," JC said quietly.
"Why are we whispering?" Justin asked softly.
"Shut up," JC moaned, "will go to the linen closet and grab me a clean towel?"
Justin walked down the hall, grabbed a towel and brought it to him. JC left the door half-open as he began to dry off.
"What do you wanna do?" Justin asked form outside the door.
"Justin," JC half-laughed, "you can come in...I'm sure that `it' won't bite you..."
As Justin uncomfortably walked in the memories rushed back into both their heads. JC was now the one with the towel as he dried off his right leg, then his flaccid cock and balls. It had been such a fleeting moment that Justin had even thought it a dream at one point, but seeing the towel, and JC naked, confirmed to Justin that they had had sex, passionate sex. Justin's 7-inch glory was soon close to poking out the top of his shorts as he unintentionally reminisced. His awkwardness and shyness left him as he grabbed the towel from JC's hand and pushed him against the wall.
"Justin, wha--?" JC was cut off as Justin's lips were brought against his.
Justin dropped to his knees and began to suck on JC's now fully erect 8-inch beast. JC was in total shock, thought he wasn't complaining as he began to pump his cock in and out of Justin's mouth. JC grabbed onto the back of Justin's head and thrust his head forward as JC began to pant through one of the most severe orgasms of his life.
The two collapsed on the bathroom floor.
"This time," Justin panted, "I think don't think that we should ignore it..."
JC looked at him and nodded.
That's it for this chapter, thanx for reading.
RBD
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