Authors note: This is smutty. So if you don't like that... Dedication: This story completely and totally goes to Lynn because she was the first to make the right guess as to why JC was behaving so weird in Missing. Additional note: The first one to find out why JC said that it was all Justin's fault (again: Missing) gets another story (can choose the topic, pairing, and so on). Why I'm doing this? Because I'm curious if there really isn't anybody who is able to make the correct assumption. The ones I've gotten so far were all wrong, even though I thought - and still think - that the reason is quite obvious. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On The Line -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of course he had forgotten to turn his cell phone off. And of course it had to ring now, in the middle of his flight, a shrill sound that hurt his ears. And those of the other first class passengers who were looking at him with narrowed eyes. JC ducked his head, blushed, smiled apologetically. The ringing didn't stop, even seemed to get louder with each passing second. He cursed under his breath, then, to the relief of his fellow passengers, fished for his jacket and grabbed the phone in the pocket, not bothering to look at the caller ID. "What is it?" A moment of silence, then a giggle that would bring a smile to his face even if someone had just told him that he'd be impotent for life. "Don't sound too happy to hear from me." "Justin?" "Just as your caller ID should have told you already, yes." "I didn't bother looking." "Why? Stressed?" JC shifted in his seat, let his head roll back against the headrest. "Yeah. Fucking hate flying." "Aww. Want me to kiss and make it better?" "You're not here." JC pointed out logically. "My voice is. I could at least describe it to you. I'm sure I could make you come just by telling you everything I'd do to you if you were here." He turned to the window, lowered his voice. "You're touching yourself, Justin, aren't you? You..." "I can't help it if you make me horny." "Fuck, Justin. You know what that does to me." A smile. "Do I?" "You do. Stop it! I'm in the middle of a flight, for God's sake." "So? I need you, Josh." "There are other passengers around. Not the right time to come in my pants." Justin moaned a little, the sound echoing through the phone, going from JC's ear straight to his groin. His jeans were getting tighter. "I said stop it!" the brunette hissed. "I'm gonna hang up on you, Justin!" "No, you... oh! JC..." Then, with determination: "Go to the bathroom, baby." "No." "I wanna hear you come. Go to the bathroom." "Justin, no!" "Yes. For me. Come on. Please." "We'll be seeing each other in an hour." "That's one hour too much. I want to make you come now." "Horny little..." "Yes, that's right. I'm a horny little bastard that happens to be your boyfriend and love you very, very, very much. And now get up. Come on. Leave your seat, go down the aisle to the bathroom and lock the door behind you." JC got up. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he informed Justin. "What, you rather want to stay in your seat during this? Kinky, Josh." The brunette tugged his shirt down to cover the noticeable bulge in his jeans, but it figured that it wasn't nowhere near long enough to make for a good cover. His jacket, draped over his arms, would have to do it, then. Making his way past a sleeping Lance, JC pressed his phone to his ear, looking for the bathrooms. "You owe me." "I owe you an orgasm? Gladly." Justin laughed, and damn it if it didn't just turn him on even more. Being to JC what an oasis must be to someone dying of thirst, the bathroom sign was now directly in front of him, and with a relieved sigh, he opened the door to his left, closed it, then leaned against the cool metal for a moment. "You in there?" "Yeah. Let me just... relax for a moment, okay?" Justin growled, an animalistic and very impatient sound low in his throat. "Hurry up already!" "Okay, okay, I'm fine now!" JC locked the door to the small, white cabin behind him, sat down on the porcelain toilet. "See? There." "No, I don't see. I would like to see, though. Very much." "You were the one who wanted to have phone sex." "Yes. And I still do. - Get naked." "Excuse me? I'm not getting naked in the bathroom of a plane, in a stall!" And then Justin fucking purred into his ear, and every illusion of resisting even one of the younger man's wishes was shot to hell. Cradling his cell phone between shoulder and ear, JC got rid of his shoes and socks, then fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, only to be stopped by Justin. He frowned. "What? I thought you wanted me to get naked." "I do," came the response, the connection crackling slightly for a moment before Justin's voice was clear and sounding deceptively close again. "But I want you to describe what it is you're doing so I can do exactly the same thing, imagining it was you I'm doing it to." "I..." JC's hands moved downwards. "I'm sliding my hands down, over my torso to my fly." "Open it!" Justin ordered, and JC could hear a rustling sound at the other end of the line. Justin removing his shirt? "It's open." "Then get out of those jeans. You're sexy in them, but even more so without." "Done." "What are you wearing underneath?" JC blushed, and Justin knew him well enough to hear without actually seeing it. "Once again, and more clear this time?" he asked, not having understood the mumbled words JC had given him in response. "Nothing." "Oh." Justin's delight was audible. "So you are prepared to meet me at the airport?" "Something like that, yeah." The brunette was staring at the closed door, covered in witty remarks and obscene sketches. "That means you're completely naked beneath the waist now?" The younger man didn't bother hiding the arousal in his voice. "Yes." "Get out of your shirt and sit down on the toilet seat." JC obeyed, leaning against the cold wall, shivering slightly. "Justin, it's freaking cold being in here naked." "Oh, don't you worry about being cold." Justin smiled. "Now, I want you to spread your legs. Can you reach the door handle with your foot?" JC tried and succeeded. "Good. I want you to put one foot on the handle, so that you can lift your ass from the toilet if I tell you to. Can you do that for me?" Deciding that he liked the mockingly frustrated "Why me?" sound JC produced when he obeyed, Justin laid back on their bed, stretching out on the freshly made blanket. What was the point in keeping it smooth and without wrinkles if they would mess it up the moment JC was finally home? Might as well mess it up now. "Are your legs spread?" he asked into the receiver, letting one hand trail down to his thighs. "Yes." "Good boy. Now I want you to touch yourself. Down there. Are you hard?" "God, yes!" "Since I can't do it, you have to stroke up and down the shaft for me. Can you wet one finger and circle the top of your cock with it? Imagine it's my tongue." All he got in response was the moan he learned to recognize as JC's "not gonna last long" sign. His lips turned upwards into a satisfied smile, hands unconsciously following the orders he was giving JC, moving up and down on his own erection, smearing the precum all over himself. "I... Justin..." "Thrust into your fist, Josh. I wanna hear you. Scream for me, baby." "Justin, you're..." There was a sudden scrambling noise, and then Justin could hear Lance's voice coming through the phone, distinct, but clear. "JC? You in there?" "Don't answer!" Justin whispered into the receiver, only to have JC reply "I have to. He knows I'm here." just as quietly. Then the brunette raised his voice. "What is it, Lance?" The Mississippian approached the stall JC was in, knocked at the door. "What the hell are you doing in there? You've been gone for at least the quarter of an hour." "Not true. Besides, weren't you sleeping?" "I wasn't. And you didn't tell me what took you so long." "I..." "Tell him to go away," Justin put in. "Tell him I want to be alone with you." "Justin wants you to go away." JC repeated. "You're speaking to Justin?" He couldn't see Lance's raised brows, but he could picture them just perfectly. "Yes." "You'll be seeing him in not even an hour." "Yes." "Couldn't you wait to get freaky till then?" "No." "I don't get how two people can possibly be so horny." "Why's he still there?" Justin whined into the receiver, and JC just knew that he was pouting. His cock twitched. "Lance, could you leave us alone now, please? Because I'm going to come soon, with or without you standing there. And I don't think me during an orgasm is something you'd want to hear. Besides, Justin might not like it very much, considering he's the only one who gets to hear me like this." "As if I haven't heard you orgasm before, both of you!" Lance protested. "Do I really have to mention countless bus rides? Or hotel rooms with way too thin walls?" JC moaned, thrusting up into his closed fist, the sound echoed by Justin. After making sure that there really hadn't been anyone around to hear them talking, Lance left his post, shaking his head in disbelief. Okay, so they were healthy and young, but that didn't explain why his two band mates wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other if their life depended on it. About ten minutes later, JC returned to the seat next to him, face flushed, wearing the unmistakable after-glow look he usually wore after having been left alone with Justin for more than five minutes. Lance glanced up from his papers. "Justin's gonna meet you at the airport?" "Yeah." The brunette wore a dreamy look on his face. "Finally. We've been separated for almost two days, Lance!" "No, really?" Lance arched his eyebrows sarcastically. "I think you mentioned it. Once or twice, maybe. Per minute." "Oh, come on! We're not that bad, are we?" "Worse. One would think that after three years, the initial need to be around each other 24/7 would be wearing off, but no such luck." JC blushed and ducked his head. Laughing, the Mississippian shook his head. "I'm just kidding, C. I think it's cute." "Really?" "Really. It's not often that people find the one person they want to spend the rest of their life with at such a young age. I'm kind of jealous, actually." "Well, there's always Joey." Lance narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?" Smirking, JC plopped down in his own seat. "I think I'm gonna let you figure that one out all by yourself." The Mississippian decided that the constant orgasms JC was having thanks to Justin must have done serious damage to the brunette's brain and turned back to his paperwork. JC was staring out of the window, the dreamy expression on his face back into place. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah, strange way to end it. But I'm tired. Sorry. Feedback: [Zarah5@t-online.de] |