Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 09:33:36 -0500
From: Writer Boy <writerboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 38

Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:

1) 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.

2) 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.

Questions and commentary can be sent to "writerboy69@hotmail.com". I've
enjoyed hearing from all of you.

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!