Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 20:13:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Griffin, LD" <sleepychick101@yahoo.com>
Subject: it-happened-one-summer-8

It Happened One Summer (8/?)
By: LD Griffin and Jess
Rating: R to NC-17
Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com  (LD's address)
or
XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address)

Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The eighth chapter is
written by Jess, edited by LD. Each chapter will begin with a note of who
wrote it.

Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you and to Andy
Roddick for keeping Jess awake enough to type at all hours of the night:


Justin pumped into JC at a swift pace as he enjoyed the warmth of the
sunlight, sneaking in through the window, on his back as he also took
pleasure in the sound of JC's small moans in his ears. JC watched their
shadows in the wall they were facing as he slammed his hips back against
Justin's own, urging him, daring him, to move faster. Justin's hand moved
to JC's back in front of him, as JC moved on all fours on the bed with a
matching pace. Justin's hand slipped down JC's side, starting to go around
his body when JC's hand shot up and stopped him. Justin paused when he was
completely in JC, their bodies pressed together, and he looked down at JC
in confusion.

"What?"

"You sucked me off this morning," JC smiled, "I told you I have to go to
work and if you get me off four times now in twelve hours, I'll be complete
exhausted. So let's just keep it at an uneven, three!" He yelled out the
last word as Justin pulled back his hips and thrust inside him, hitting his
prostate, jolting his dick at an instant stiff. After now of almost a month
of being together at nights, and some mornings like this one, JC should
have known Justin always found a way to get what he wanted. He smiled as JC
hand released his own, allowing him to move it down slowly and wrapping his
fingers softly around JC's erection.

Justin massaged down JC's dick slowly, contradicting the pace Justin was
setting on JC's ass, and he could feel himself near edge when he heard JC's
soft moan of pleasure. He changed his angle, lifting his hips up to get a
downward angle, not breaking pace, and the change gave him a new feeling to
concentrate on as JC cried out with more satisfaction. Justin would make
sure JC would reach his climax before he did, Justin would see to that now.

"Oh, oh!" JC thrusted into Justin's hand, closing his eyes tightly together
and pushing his forehead down against the pillow, absorbing the new
feelings going on inside of him. JC was getting so close and he didn't know
what was making him nearer to his edge, Justin's hand on his dick, Justin
slamming into him, or hearing Justin's faint breaths that he was trying so
hard to hold in. "Close..." JC moaned out, letting his voice trail off in a
shallow hum as Justin moved his hand faster. JC released himself, letting
his control escape as he came out in one burst onto the bed covers,
followed by a few more as Justin moved his hand softly, forcing JC to
experience the orgasm completely.

JC enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling Justin slide into him
quickly and out even faster so he could push inside again, their bodies
slamming together. He could feel Justin's breath on his back, leaving a
cool trail against his sweat, and JC enjoyed the slap of their bodies
coming together. Justin's breath grew ragged and JC moved his hips,
finally, causing Justin to press his hips completely and tightly against
JC's ass, spilling over the edge and into the condom. Justin leaned
forward, laying his chest flat against JC's back in exhaustion.

Justin leaned down and moved to lie beside JC, smiling in comfort. Thoughts
of getting bored with JC had diminished after their first week since JC got
back from San Francisco and Justin now found himself in the fourth week
since then, counting down the minutes to the next time he saw JC, like a
little school girl. He didn't want to think of the vacation with his family
the next week, let alone school starting up in a month and a couple weeks
and he shook his head, willing the thoughts out of his head. He turned on
his side and matched JC's smile.

"You'll be getting me in trouble with my boss," JC looked at him and Justin
could tell JC didn't regret anything, "You want to come over tonight? Make
it an extra night this week..."

"I...Can't," Justin creased his forehead and rolled onto his back, looking
up at the ceiling. His parents were bringing him to the car dealership to
buy him the Jeep he wanted and he promised to take Dave for a drive that
night.

"Oh, another regular?" JC smiled looking away to the ceiling as
well. Justin opened his mouth to object but decided silence would be
easier. He took a deep breath, rolling completely over and off of the
bed. Standing up, he let the sun glow on him, the heat not matching the
warmth JC had given him, and he took another long breath before walking to
his clothes. "How much do I owe you again?" JC asked, and the warmth Justin
had felt, left his body to be replaced with a bitter chill when he realized
that JC really listened to him when he told him it was just a fuck.

"Um..." Justin cleared his throat as he picked up his worn out Wranglers
that JC liked on him, and slipped them on, "You owe me only one hundred..."

"Oh, okay," JC nodded as he propped himself up to watch Justin finish
dressing. He had thought about following Justin after he left the apartment
but he always convinced himself out of it. JC smiled as Justin buckled his
belt, the whole situation feeling bittersweet. He was in love with someone
he didn't even know. It couldn't be love though, JC tried reasoning, it was
lust fulfilled on a weekly schedule, so maybe that was why he was confusing
it with a real relationships feelings. Justin looked at him and smiled
before walking to the bathroom to clean his face up like he always did and
JC's mind couldn't help but wonder where he was going after him, that
needed just his face clean.

"Stop thinking about this," JC scolded himself as he fell back onto the
bed, then playing with a loose string on the edge of the mattress. He
needed to wise up and stop wanting to ask for more, but he wanted more, but
Justin's reminders of what it just was would break that fantasy. Asking for
anything further would just result in conflict and he didn't want that yet.

"Did you say something before?" Justin asked, walking out of the bathroom
and wiping his face with the small towel.

"No," JC said simply as Justin sat down beside his body on the bed.

"I won't be around next week either, I have this previous obligation,"
Justin said softly, tossing the towel to the other side of the bed and
moving his hand to rest on one side of JC, so that he was shielding JC
between the bed and his arms. "I'll be here early next Saturday night
though, okay? We'll make it a long..." he let his eyes trail down to JC's
dick, "...long...night..."

"Good," JC smiled letting his cheeks flush as Justin leaned down and kiss
his forehead. Justin pulled back slightly and smiled, watching JC's eyes
open slowly.

"Until then."

"Until then, Q," JC repeated as Justin pulled away completely and stood
up. Justin looked back at him one last time before he walked out of the bed
room door. He let out a deep breath and eased the forced smile off his
face; this was getting harder and harder to pretend it was just sex. He
needed to talk to Dave, and he hoped buying the car wouldn't take too long
as he shut JC's apartment door behind him.

------

"Nice ass ride brother," Dave laughed when Justin parked his new Jeep in
the empty mall parking lot. They had been driving around Rhode Island since
Justin picked him up, about an hour ago, and Justin avoided the
conversation he needed to have with him by playing CD's on his speaker
system. With his parents paying for his car, he just had to worry about the
insurance and he frowned thinking about his funds. "You should really get
one of those surround sound speaker systems. In this Jeep, with the soft
top off... It would be hot."

"Those things are a shit load of money, plus you have to pay installation
on top of that," Justin noted, leaning back in his seat and enjoying the
new car smell.

"You have a shit load of money though," Dave rolled his eyes flipping the
CD to a single he liked, but then lowered it so they didn't have to scream
to talk over the noise. "Let's go to Best Buy tomorrow."

"I don't know..." Justin crossed his arms, expecting a blow up after he
explained everything, "I don't really have much income each week
anymore..."

"What?" Dave paused while he was fooling around with the bass control, "How
much are you taking in every week?"

"Oh, about um..." Justin did the small calculations in his head before
looking out his window and mumbling it under his breath.

"What? I couldn't hear you." Dave leaned forward as he shut the music off
completely, leaving a stale silence in the car waiting to be filled.

"Three hundred and fifty bucks," he muttered out again.

"Jeez...What happened to your regular?"

"I still have him," Justin watched Dave's eyes drift away as his words set
in.

"How much are you charging him for three nights a week?"

"Three hundred..." Justin cast his eyes down expecting an outburst, and he
wasn't disappointed.

"Three hundred dollars?" Dave yelled, more in shock than anger. "That
leaves you with fifty extra... You only do one different person a week
besides your regular?"

"I need your advice..." Justin took a deep breath.

"Uh oh," Dave leaned back, figuring it all out, "You've fallen for that
guy..."

"Sort of," Justin sighed, "Each week though I try to fool around with
someone, to sort of prove I don't like him, but I don't even want to get it
up for anyone but JC. I usually just end up sucking someone off and not
because I want to but because I have something to prove..."

"Justin, stop falling for him" Dave exhaled noisily, "Listen to me,
please. This guy pays you for sex... You might not be his only guy he pays
for. There are so many things that could be wrong with him..."

"There could be so many things wrong with someone that sells themselves but
I'm sane and I know he is too," Justin argued back, knowing that if he
could get Dave's approval of this, or at least acceptance, then he would be
more settled that what he was.

"Have you guys been talking and stuff like that?" Dave crossed his own arms
observing Justin, "Or do you guys just fuck?"

"I don't know..."

"Yes you do, now tell me."

"Ugh," Justin sighed, putting his hands on the steering wheel and looked
forward, "I don't want him to know I care, so if he starts to talk or if I
start to feel like I want to, I just tell him that it's just sex."

"Well it should be just sex, but you have to fuck with that too don't you?"
Dave unbuckled his seatbelt so he could lean closer to Justin. "Do you want
my opinion on this?"

"Haven't you been telling me your opinion?"

"If you decide to tell him it's more than a fuck," Dave turned his head
slightly so Justin could see him out of the corner of his eyes, "Then you
have to tell him you're still in high school and that you're only
seventeen."

"Oh," Justin's forehead creased, "No. That wouldn't go over too well."

"You have to tell him your real name."

"That isn't too bad..."

"And worst of all, if he feels the same way... then," Dave paused as he let
his face contort in disgust, "then you'll have to be in a relationship..."

"I want a relationship though," Justin laughed lightly as he looked up,
glad that the tension had at least diminished slightly. "And you've seen
him, the sex is... the sex is... wow."

"Well then, tell him you want more and give everything up," Dave shrugged
and Justin's smile faded softly into a nervous twitch.

"What if JC says no, that he doesn't want more, and rejects me..."

"Then don't tell him at all," Dave mumbled, "whatever you do, just be
careful okay?"

"Careful of what?" Justin laughed, not knowing what else to do when he saw
the intensity on Dave's face.

"You really luck out," Dave looked down in his hands as he sat straight in
his seat, "There are some sick people around here... How do you know this
guy won't hurt you?"

"I... I don't know," Justin stuttered out, starting to feel ashamed that he
liked someone he hardly knew.

"I'm just looking out for you," Dave reminded him, more for himself though
as he noticed Justin's crestfallen appearance.

"I know," Justin breathed out, "I just can't picture JC doing anything to
me, like physically hurting me..."

"What if he's hooking you in just to spit you out?" Dave started listing
situations out loud, only making himself worry more, "What if he- he,
Justin..."

"I'm going to tell him," Justin stated out loud as he decided for himself,
ignoring the possible warnings that Dave was telling him. "Have a little
trust in me that I can take care of myself..."

"Fine," Dave raised his hands in defeat, "I just see it as my job, being
your friend, to go over possible consequences."

"I know," Justin gave him a short smile as he put the car in drive, "That's
why I'm going to give you a ride home instead of kicking you out."

"You wouldn't, even if you were really mad," Dave laughed, buckling his
seat belt back on. Justin pressed on the gas and they were quickly out of
the mall parking lot. He waited until Justin was on the main road to his
townhouse before he brought the subject back up. "So when are you going to
tell him?"

"Tell who? Oh, JC," Justin took a deep breath, "Tomorrow probably. I have
to go away next week with my family so I want to tell him before then."

"Well good luck I guess," Dave said softly after a couple minutes. Justin
nodded his head as he turned the Jeep into Dave's townhouse complex. "Even
if relationships are satanic..."

"Yeah yeah," Justin laughed as he came to a stop in front of the house and
pressed on the brake, deciding to just keep the car in drive.

"Well call me whenever," Dave sighed, opening the car door and stepping
out, "You have a nice car man, good pick."

"Thanks. I always pick the best of the best," Justin smiled as Dave shut
the door with a loud moan, and he laughed with him. He released his foot
from the brake and shot out of the complex quickly, enjoying the fast pick
up of his car. Dave watched Justin leave down the road and he let his
shoulders drop when he released his breath. He wasn't feeling too good
about this.

-----

Dave was sipping on his coffee with his newspaper open in front of him when
he saw him. It wasn't a big surprise, with all the stuff Justin had told of
him about his place, he figured JC would live in the cleaner part of the
downtown area. Rhode Island definitely wasn't big, and he stood up slowly
when he saw JC start walking towards the greater downtown area. Dave
ignored his paper as he sized JC up. Nice jacket that matched his shoes, a
book tucked under his arm, clearly with pages tattered, and a laptop
carrying case in his other hand as he walked down the street.

"Definitely gay," Dave murmured to himself as he watched JC stop to pet a
dog on the other side of the street. JC picked up his pace again as he
walked in the dwindling sunlight between each building and Dave looked down
at his watch, noting it was late in the evening for the sun to be
setting. He followed JC on the opposite side of the street. He had to talk
to this guy, for Justin's sake, and for his own too. He didn't immediately
trust anyone who bought another person at all; he had his fair share of bad
experiences to know that trust was your first mistake.  He stopped walking
when he saw JC enter a building, and he smiled slightly.

He ran across the empty street and his smile grew when he went to open the
door and found it unlocked. Dave took a deep breath as he looked up the
stairwell and saw it empty, JC had already entered his apartment, and he
looked at the mail slots. When he found the only window with JC's initials
he smiled seeing he was in apartment 2C. He shot a look to his watch and
sighed, knowing he was cutting it short to when Justin might come, but he
ignored it as he ran up the stairs.

The door was opened slightly and he decided not to knock, and just walk in
slowly. He couldn't see JC from the doorway and he walked in, noting the
kitchen and the very well organized mail on the small island.

"Weird..." he breathed out, knowing he was probably weirder by not having
anything clean in his house.

"Woah!" JC exclaimed walking out of his bedroom and seeing a stranger in
his kitchen, one who looked oddly familiar. "Who are you?"

"Bob Hope," he replied sarcastically, enjoying JC's shock too much.

"What are you doing in here...?" he asked shortly, taking a step back
blindly and bumping into his television stand.

"Dude, don't worry," Dave smiled sticking out his hand, "I'm surprised you
don't recognize me, we met before."

"We have?" JC stood up straight, starting to relax, ignoring the man's out
reached hand, "Where did we meet...?"

"You should really lock your apartment door," Dave noted before taking a
deep breath and bringing his hand to his side, "I'm Q's friend, from the
diner."

"From the diner...?" JC trailed off, going through each memory of the diner
and Q and he narrowed his eyes. "I don't really remember it that well."

"You were talking about fifty bucks," Dave said giving him the expression
that he should know this already as he helped him figure it out, "This was
like, a month ago or something."

"Oh..." JC looked away, slightly remembering, "We didn't officially meet."

"We can officially meet now," Dave smiled lazily and took a step forward,
"I'm Dave."

"You already know who I am," JC laughed lightly taking a small step back
again, "What are you doing here though?"

"I wanted to talk to you about a deal we could make," he took another step
forward as JC took another backwards and felt himself against the wall. "I
know you have Q on those three days... I could be the others."

"I, I can't," JC swallowed as he watched Dave take another step
forward. Dave put his hand on JC's hip and licked his lips, looking back
up.

"Why not?" Dave leaned forward slightly so they were mere centimeters
apart, "Do you have other guys those days?"

"No," JC replied with a slight stutter, "I just don't want anybody more..."

"There's more out there than Justin," Dave replied confidently as he looked
down, displaying the opposite on his face when he looked at JC's shirt. He
rolled his eyes, getting tired of playing this part, but it was the only
way he knew how to get the truth out of men. "There's me."

"I don't want anyone else," JC whispered bringing his hands up to Dave's
shoulders, ready to push him away if he made another move. Dave looked up
at him and smiled being close to him.

"You're telling me, you don't want anyone but Q?" he laughed lightly, "What
do you hit him around and stuff? Tie him up?"

"No," JC looked away, then back to him with a slight disgust in his eyes
that surprised Dave. "I don't do that."

"Then why do you only want him?" Dave raised his eyebrows, "Just because
the sex is that good? I can give you better..." He raised his hands to JC's
pants, and massaged him gently through his pants, and he could feel JC's
whole body tighten in tension.

"I just want him, okay?" JC moved to the side slightly, not being able to
free himself of Dave's hand, "I appreciate you asking, but I just want Q,
no one else."

"Hello?" They both turned their heads to the doorway to see Justin walk
through the open door and stop in surprise, "Hello..."

JC opened his mouth to say hello in return but decided anything would come
out wrong. He knew how bad the situation looked just from his point of
view, so he could imagine how bad it looked from Justin's.

"Hi Justin," Dave took a step back and smiled at him, "I just was in the
neighborhood and..."

"Let's go outside," Justin said simply before walking out of the
apartment. Dave practically skipped as he walked to the door, and JC let
out a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. Hopefully Justin
would come back.

Dave shut the apartment door behind him softly and took a step closer to
Justin, whose back was to him as he looked down the stairwell.  He was
about to call out his name when Justin turned around quickly and pushed him
against the wall violently.

"What the hell are you doing?" Justin asked, his face of anger and
aggression contradicting the hurt in his eyes.

"Justin get off of me," Dave tried pushing him away but Justin just held
his grasp strongly, "Justin..."

"Why are you fucking here?" Justin's jaw was clenched as he spoke, "And
with your hand on his fucking crotch no less, why?"

"Justin, I swear if you don't get off of me, I'm going to punch you," he
muttered out, letting out a deep breath when Justin released his hands
violently and stepped back. He smoothed out his shirt, looking at Justin
turn around and cursed out loud a few times. "I wanted to just see if he
was as good as you said he was."

"Just because I said he was good in bed gives you no right to want to look
into it to see if it was true," Justin shot back, not looking at him yet as
he ran his hand through his curls in frustration.

"No, not in bed, I mean in general," Dave sighed taking a step towards
Justin, "I was just testing him to see if he was good for you. He didn't
act on it at all, he only wants you..."

"Well this isn't your deal to get into okay?" Justin muttered out starting
to feel himself relieve his tension, "Let me do this on my own"

"No" Dave finally snapped himself, "You really don't know what you're
doing."

"Well let me figure it out for myself," Justin spoke louder, feeling his
eyes narrow, his friend starting to become a stranger. He took a step
forward and Dave brought his hands up.

"Justin if you go to hit me, I will hit you back," Dave warned out when he
saw Justin's fist clench. "I don't even want JC okay?"

"Fine," Justin sighed as he turned and let out a breath.

"Plus I could do better," Dave shrugged and anticipated Justin swinging at
him and he ducked in time to avoid Justin turning around with his fist in
the air. Instinct took over from fighting too many fights on his own, and
this time his fist connected with Justin's cheek, sending him a couple
steps back.

"You fucker," Justin groaned out as he brought his hand up to his cheek,
pressing lightly on his cheek which was already swelling.

"Well I warned you..." Dave sighed taking a step forward, "Let me see
it..."

"Why? So you can punch me again?" he looked up bitterly at Dave before
turning away, "No fucking way will I let you see it."

"C'mon," Dave took another step.

"No," Justin murmured wiping the tear that came out instinctively from the
pain and he gave in when Dave's hands came to his shoulders and turned him
around gently.

"I'm sorry," Dave sighed, moving Justin's hands down. Justin bit his lip as
he watched Dave inspect his own cheek. "I told you though man I would hit
you and you started it..."

"You're the one that hit on my guy," Justin pointed out then winced when
Dave pressed down too hard.

"Sorry."

"It's fine," Justin mumbled when Dave released his hands.

"Maybe JC can give you some ice or something," he laughed and Justin rolled
his eyes, pulling his head back and walking back a few steps.

"Go home or go work, whatever," Justin shrugged, "I'm still mad..."

"I am sorry I hit you," he took a breath as he walked to the stairwell and
then looked back, "I'm not mad I did what I did though. He likes you and I
just wanted to make sure of something."

"Well are you satisfied with what you found out?" Justin crossed his arms,
expecting something sarcastic to be replied, but was surprised when Dave
kept the same somber expression.

"I'm leaving you alone with him after I talked to him," he paused and took
a couple steps down, so he was looking at Justin through the stair
railings. "That should tell you something."

He disappeared down the stairs and Justin let out a deep sigh, trying to
get an understanding of what all had happened. His heart had dropped when
he saw the situation he walked into earlier and now all he was left with
was the after shock of it all.

------

JC was pacing in his kitchen, ignoring the glass of water he had poured for
himself ten minutes earlier. He had thought about following Dave into the
hallway, but, to be honest to himself, he had to admit he was scared of
what would happen. JC decided he had been waiting a while since the two had
left the apartment, and a long time since their voices had quieted in the
hallway, so he decided he would just go out and see what was going on. He
was almost there when he heard a soft knock on the door, knowing if he was
anyone else in the apartment he probably wouldn't have heard it.

JC took a deep breath and answered the door, pulling it open slowly. His
jaw almost dropped when he saw Justin standing there with a swollen cheek,
which had taken on a shade of purple.

"He hit you?" JC asked, already knowing the answer as he moved to the side
to let Justin in.

"Yeah," Justin mumbled out with a small cough following it. "It hurts a
lot."

"I'll get some ice," JC commented, looking into the hallway and seeing it
was empty.

"He left," Justin mentioned as JC started to close the door, "Sorry about
all that drama..."

"I didn't know where he came from," JC started to explain as he locked the
door and walked with Justin to the kitchen, "I came home from the bookstore
and was plugging my laptop in and I walked back into the living room and he
was here, without me knowing..."

"Just don't worry about it," Justin waved JC off as he went to the small
island of counter space. He lifted himself up and sat down on the edge as
JC took out an ice tray from the freezer. JC gave him a quick look before
focusing back on the ice cubes and Justin's lips curved slightly up when he
saw how concerned JC was.

"So we're okay?" JC asked, putting some cubes into a Ziploc bag, with his
back still turned to Justin.

"Yeah," Justin replied as he watched JC's back muscles tense up through his
t-shirt when he leaned over and put the empty ice tray into the sink. JC
turned around and smiled sympathetically with the bag in hand.

"It's going to be cold."

"Obviously," Justin smiled slightly when JC stood in between his legs and
lifted the bag up, gently against Justin's cheek.

"There we go," JC whispered out, moving his gaze up from the bag to
Justin's eyes.

"Just so you know," Justin started saying, but paused as the bag moved with
each word he said, and he smiled before getting back on track. "I wasn't
with another person last night, I mean I was... just not like I am with
you..."

"Oh?" JC commented as he looked back down to the bag. He really didn't want
to hear about Justin's excursions with other men, "It is okay you know, I
guess, if you're with other men."

"Oh," Justin looked down as well, "I was with Dave, not with someone
who... you know..."

"Ah. You weren't with a person who pays for you like I do," JC finished for
him as he watched the back of Justin's eye lids and he looked away just
when Justin was bringing his gaze up again. There was an awkward pause and
Justin sighed. Another moment passed before Justin cleared his throat
urging JC to look at him as well, and smiled gently when JC finally did.

"Hi," Justin smiled deciding if he couldn't find his confidence he would
just have to pretend he had some.

"Hey Q," JC smiled back, then switched his gaze back to the bag of ice as
he tried moving the ice cubes inside it to lay flat on Justin's cheek.

"Justin," he muttered looking away just when JC looked up quickly.

"What was that?" JC let out a small chuckle, "Did you just get my name
wrong?"

"My name is Justin," he looked up to JC and almost glanced away when he saw
that JC's eyes were wide open, but he held the gaze and continued. "And I
don't want to..." he trailed off when JC closed his eyes and opened them
again slowly, his eyes now filled with the warmth he was seeking, "I don't
want people to pay me, rent me, anymore." A new flash of alarm shot through
JC's eyes quickly and Justin looked away just as fast, knowing, feeling
that JC didn't want him.

"So you're going to end us?" JC asked quietly, still holding the ice pack
softly against Justin's cheek. His heart had been beating fast, but now it
was lost in his stomach somewhere and he took a deep breath hoping to calm
himself down.

"What?" Justin asked quickly, "No, that's not what I mean. God I can't make
sense today at all..." He took a deep breath when he couldn't figure out
where to begin and he started again. "I don't want to be paid for having
sex anymore. I don't even want to have sex with anyone else but you. And I
don't want you paying me anymore, I... I want you, and I want you to have
me for free."

"You mean a relationship?" JC blinked his eyes, unsure if this was real or
one of the fantasies of Justin he had been hoping would come true.

"Uh huh," Justin replied nervously. JC lowered the ice bag slowly and put
it on the counter beside Justin. He slid his feet on the floor, so his toes
were hitting the edge of the cabinet and he lifted his hand up again,
sliding it softly over Justin's swollen cheek. He moved his head forward
slightly, sealing the distance between their lips closed as Justin's lips
accepted him eagerly.

The warmth of the kiss, as their lips spread apart slightly, contrasted the
bitter cold JC felt with his hand on Justin's cheek, and he moaned softly
when Justin's tongue slipped past his lips. Justin's hand wrapped around to
the small of JC's back, holding him in place as he pulled his lips away
leisurely. JC's other hand slipped around Justin's head, into his curls,
and he wrapped one around his finger when Justin lowered his lips onto JC's
neck. Justin knew the spot on JC's neck that made him moan, the curve of
his neck into his shoulder, and he kissed it softly, before trailing it
softly with his tongue.

"Oh, Justin..." JC groaned out, his head falling back allowing Justin
better access. Justin lips curved into a smile when he heard JC call him by
his real name, and he wanted to hear it again. He bit JC's skin gently
where his tongue had been, leaving a small pink mark, and he almost groaned
when both of JC's hands were now in his hair, massaging his scalp and
pushing him closer. "Justin, bedroom..."

Justin pulled back slightly, smiling as well as he could with the bruise on
his cheek, before kissing JC quickly again. JC was the one to pull away
this time as he also backed away from the counter Justin was sitting on and
started to the bedroom. Justin watched him go into the bedroom as he smiled
after him before Justin jumped off of the counter. He would have ran into
the bedroom if he wasn't worried about how stupid he would look, and when
he did enter the room JC was already down to his boxers.  He walked to JC
intending to kiss him, but JC turned his head when Justin's arms went up to
his shoulders.

"Go lie on the bed," JC smiled, "In all your clothes too." Justin's
forehead creased as he looked to the bed then back to JC who was kicking
his jeans away.  JC looked to Justin who hadn't budged at all and laughed
lightly, pushing Justin towards the bed "Lie on your back..."

"You sure you don't want me to -"

"Nope," JC smiled when Justin sighed and fell onto the bed, fully clothed,
and scooted to lie on his back. He spread his arms and legs out, turning
his head to give JC a look asking what the hell was going on. JC licked his
lips, blinking lazily as he walked to the foot of the bed where Justin was
moving his feet to a silent beat. "This is all about you tonight."

"I don't know," Justin started to sit up but when he looked at JC and saw
the intensity in his face, he complied and laid himself back down. JC
slowly, took off both of Justin's shoes, tossing them to the other side of
the room before he started taking off his socks.

"You're not ticklish," JC noticed out loud, throwing the socks on the floor
carelessly, ending up by the shoes. He crouched down onto the bed slowly,
crawling in between Justin's legs, and putting his hands on both sides of
Justin's waist. "You should sit up..."

"Okay," Justin smiled softly, ignoring the slight pain in his cheek when he
saw JC watching him as if he was starved. His fingers were already on the
bottom of Justin's t-shirt lifting up slowly, so when he was sitting up the
shirt slipped over his head casually, and setting his curls into more of a
trampled mess. JC's lips were already moist and bright pink when Justin
stared at them with equal passion. JC saw this and leaned in; kissing him
with so much force that it brought them down onto the bed, with JC on top
of him. Justin's hands instantly went up to JC's hair violently, crashing
JC's lips into his when he had pulled away slightly for a breath.

It looked like their lips were fighting each other, brutally, but they
couldn't hold back anymore and the quick pace of their lips battling each
other wasn't hard enough. So much satisfaction and pleasure was shooting
between the two of them, and their tongues collided as their moans did the
same. JC was losing control, control he had to maintain tonight, and he
pulled back quickly, hearing the loudest moan of frustration come from
Justin.

"All night," JC breathed out, kissing Justin's battered lips gently before
softly giving his bruised cheek a quick kiss as well, watching Justin's
eyes shut softly. With one last kiss to Justin's lips again he started the
trail downward. He kissed Justin's chin, setting him in a quick smile
before JC moved to his neck, leaving a wet trail with his tongue and Justin
moaned again, not caring anymore if he made noise or not. JC moved his head
back, blowing softly on the path his tongue had made, and Justin's back
arched as his hands moved down JC's back. "Hands off," JC smiled, keeping
his head up as he waited for Justin to listen.

"No, I want to touch," Justin pouted before he sighed and followed the
direction. He didn't like this role of having little control.

"Deal with it," JC whispered, as if he could read Justin's mind, before he
moved his lips to Justin's chest. JC couldn't get enough of him as his lips
left small kisses down the center of Justin's chest, enjoying the small
rise of his chest with his tongue. He trailed his tongue to Justin's
nipple, rubbing over it softly causing Justin to almost sit up from the
bed. He wasn't ticklish on his feet, but he sure was sensitive on his
chest, which only left JC wondering where else he was extremely
sensitive. His lips shut over Justin's nipple before he snuck out his
tongue again teasing it.

"Mmm... JC," Justin moaned out, grabbing a firm grip around the blankets
that they laid on top of. He had never felt this much passion with anyone
before, no one had ever let him lay there when they did all the work, and
he smiled down to JC, who was showering his body with lazy kisses. When his
chin hit Justin's pants, he bit his lip as he lifted his head up to look at
Justin's pants. JC shot a quick glance to Justin who was looking down at
him, with an unwavering stare, only shooting daggers of lust at him.

His hand slid down Justin's side until it came to the first button on his
pants and he unsnapped it, expertly. Justin's eyebrow raised in mock
astonishment over the fact that he had done it with only one hand, but that
ended when JC raised his hand higher, pulling Justin's zipper open. JC
smiled, hungrily, down at Justin's boxers peaking out from his opened pants
and seeing that he was hard already. He brought his hand up and massaged
Justin through his boxers, moving it lethargically up and down. Justin
started rocking his hips with the motion of JC's hand, letting small sighs
escape his lips and his eyes roll back slightly. JC pulled his hand quickly
away to see what Justin would do and he almost laughed when Justin let out
another loud, frustrated moan.

"This isn't...funny," Justin warned JC with his eyes, letting the tone of
his voice carry the untold threat.

"Uh huh," JC nodded as he brought his other hand to the top of Justin's
pants and started pulling down as his thumbs hooked under Justin's boxers
as well. He wanted to pull his clothing off quickly but knew he wanted to
remember every part of Justin, step by step. It was like their first time
with each other, and in a way, it was. Having sex with Justin was a whole
new experience, to know Justin was here because he wanted to be, and
knowing Justin wouldn't be in anyone else's bed later except for maybe his
own. JC made it a challenge for himself by casting his eyes down and not
sneaking a peak as he slowly took off each leg of Justin's pants from his
body, before looking up slightly to Justin's full erection. He had seen it
before, but now in front of him again with all these new thoughts in his
head, it made him even more excited.

"Don't forget your boxers," Justin reminded him quietly as he let out a
deep breath, one he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Oh right," JC shook his head, standing up quickly and sliding off his own
boxers in a quick, fluid, motion.

"You don't have to do anything, you know," Justin offered as he propped
himself up. "I would be more than happy if you want to lie back and..."

"I'm getting something out of doing this," JC responded kneeling back onto
the bed and Justin pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back
against the headboard. JC was about to object until he realized what Justin
was allowing him better access too. He put his hands on the bed, and
started the crawl between Justin's legs, letting his body lay flat against
the bed after two strives. JC brought his lips down on Justin's thigh,
feeling how soft Justin's skin was there. Justin shut his eyes tightly
together, ready to rip his hair out from not being able to touch JC. No one
had ever touched him in this area where JC's lips were against his skin,
all the other men he had been with just wanted his dick and had only
touched that part of him hastily.

Justin moaned out loud again, realizing now how much he had been
suppressing himself from times earlier spent with JC. He wouldn't think of
the other men, and when JC darted out his tongue the only thing he could
concentrate on was the red bursts of pleasure against his eye lids when he
squeezed them shut. He opened his eyes slowly though when JC pulled back
and Justin blinked a few times when he saw that the room had a red haze to
it, but reasoning that the richness of color was coming from the sun that
was setting in the window. He shifted his vision to JC between his legs and
he let out a small whimper when he saw JC staring at his dick with desire.

Justin took a deep breath when JC leaned forward and covered the tip of his
dick with his lips, leisurely. JC didn't take him in his mouth though like
Justin thought he would, but instead he enjoyed how JC started going down
his erection with small kisses, taking his time. Occasionally he would run
his tongue down slowly with Justin's hiss of pleasure filling the room. JC
trailed up the underside of Justin's dick with his tongue flat and Justin
unconsciously raised his hips higher, he couldn't think of anything better
in his life than this right now. JC pulled away slightly as Justin leaned
his head back in pleasure and before he could look back down, JC took
Justin in his mouth completely.

"Ohh..." Justin practically screamed out, not caring about consequences
anymore, and he shot his hands to JC's hair, running his fingers through
the short strands as JC moved up and down his erection. JC's tongue rolled
around his dick and Justin opened his eyes slightly as he looked down
between his short pants of breath and saw JC bobbing up and down, only
instigating him to cry JC's name out loud several times. Justin moved his
hips slightly with JC's pace and his eyes shut again, unable to hold them
open against the pleasure that was trying to keep them shut. JC slid his
hand up Justin's thigh gently, then rubbing Justin's balls tenderly giving
him another burst of sensations running through his body.

JC could feel Justin getting closer to his peak, and he moved his head up
and down at a faster pace as his fingers felt Justin's balls start to grow
tighter. Justin's hands paused over JC's head as his breath hitched, no
more soft pants or small moans eliciting themselves past Justin's lips, and
JC continued the pace as Justin's body grew tenser.

"JC... Fuck..." Justin cried out when his hips jerked and he peaked,
bursting out into JC's mouth in a couple outbursts as he cried out more
moans, releasing JC's head from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides as
he felt JC's lips move smoothly up his dick and let Justin out of his
mouth, swallowing what was left in his mouth. "Shit... JC, you
swallowed..."

"Yeah," JC nodded in a hushed voice, looking up at Justin's face, covered
in perspiration. Justin opened his eyes wider, still taking small breaths
and yet he still smiled at JC.

"Fuck me, please," Justin asked but in a way where it wasn't a question but
an option that couldn't be denied. JC shook his head again and pushed
himself off of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Justin shut his eyes,
sliding down the bed so he laid flat on it. What a night... what a fucking
night. He could hear JC as he gargled some mouthwash in the bathroom and
Justin let out a deep, satisfied breath.

The incoming light of the bathroom turned off and Justin turned his head to
watch JC walk to him, with a condom already on. Justin smiled nervously as
JC, once again, lifted himself onto the bed between Justin's legs. He
brought his feet up, laying them flat against the bed when JC moved himself
higher, so his hands mounted themselves on both sides of Justin's body.

"Hi Justin," JC whispered out when their faces were close together. Justin
leaned his head forward and captured JC's lips with his own in a soft kiss,
that to others might be described as basic from just its appearance, but to
them it was a seal of perfection. No more words needed to be exchanged, and
with their lips still together, JC pushed himself into Justin slowly,
connecting their bodies there as well. Justin's eyes squeezed tightly
together and his head fell back, separating their kiss. JC pulled his hips
back and returned that with a push forward, going slow enough for Justin to
get used to him. Justin blinked a few times before looking up at JC over
him, his eyes now a shade darker.

"JC..."Justin couldn't stop himself from saying his name but JC did when he
enclosed his lips over Justin's, silencing him. JC moved his hips faster
and after a few minutes they had a pace that was only eliciting the deepest
moans from the other. JC was close, it was written on his face when Justin
pulled back from the kiss and brought his hand up to JC's cheek. His jaw
was clenched now, with his eyes almost shutting each time he brought
himself deeper inside of Justin and he only picked up the pace when he
could feel a cloud of sensations start to rise in his body. JC's eyes
fluttered when he let out a few moans, his climax reaching and he released
himself into the condom as his arms gave out, and Justin caught him as he
fell softly onto Justin.

"I have you, JC," Justin breathed out kissing JC on his cheek as he helped
JC pull out of him, and lie beside him on the bed.

"Yeah..." JC whispered letting his eyes blink a few times before keeping
them closed. Justin let his eyes roam over JC's body, one he barely touched
tonight and he brought his eyes back up to JC's face. JC kept his word,
made this night about Justin. Justin smiled as JC's breath grew even and he
knew he would be asleep soon, but he didn't mind. JC kept his word to him,
and that was worth more than anything anyone else could give him.

"JC?" Justin whispered as he put his head down on JC's shoulder. "Thank
you..."

"Thank you," JC replied back. Justin thought at first that maybe in JC's
exhaustion he had just repeated what Justin had said, but after a few
moments he realized JC was really thanking him, and he leaned in, kissing
JC's lips while he slept. He relaxed his head on JC's shoulder and soon
joined him in a deep sleep, smiles on both of their faces.


~~LD Griffin~~