Title: Imagine
Author: Mikee
Summary: Hahaha
Dedication: Erm, everyone who gave me feedback :)


Imagine

Single fingertips sliding over his wet lips, peach nectar tantalizing on his tongue, his breath caught in his throat. His body reacting the only way it could, a slow twist of his hips, the fingers flattening into a palm that slipped down the slick dip of his chest.

A shallow breath was all the cue the other took, brown wisps falling forward as a sleek tongue reached to touch the blonde’s juice drenched lips, pinks glossy as he swiped over it excruciatingly slow. The younger man breathed, a mouth closing over his to take all of his requests, swallowing all of his needs.

The hand flat on his chest slipped down, short fingernails raking over the planes of his abs, pressing against the silk smooth skin.

“Justin,” JC murmured and there was a spike of intense goodness that bordered on pain as a broad fist wrapped around him, slender fingers lazy and bedeviling as they slid, up down, up–oh–down.

It was resounding through out his chest, a brick becoming even heavier on his chest with each breath, with each wonderful, glorious, painfully slow stroke.

Dizzy with pleasure and vibrating with wantanticipationneeddesire all wrapped up in one, he shuddered, the tremble reaching from his tongue onto the brunette’s with a lick.

The younger man’s hips undulated against the bed, his ass digging into the sheets as he pushed away before pressing closer, fingers biting into the mattress, brow coated with perspiration and it was so perfect and so right as JC leaned away, up and that magical tongue licked at his temple, across his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, teeth nipping slightly at the tip, eyes opening to stare into crystalline.

A slice of pleasure rendered his body motionless for a moment, the stare enough to get off. Then again, as his body worked like he machine it was, rebooted and this time, he pushed up with a nasty stroke, an arch like a fountain as the other pressed closer.

“JC,” he mumbled, lips around the word as he repeated and repeated and repeated, hoping JC could hear him, knowing JC had to hear him from here.

The brunette responded with a tighter fist, with a nastier bite and Justin couldn’t help it, his lifting off the bed, sheets plastered to his lower back as he pleaded for more, purely shameless.

The rhythm was set, a quick sigh-moan beat and Justin sighed before feeling his muscles coil in sync and he felt the overwhelming feeling of the world looming up above, that feeling that was pouring over his body, raining into his mouth as he panted his awareness.

“J...”

The hand almost hurt as it worked fast, faster, gripped tight, tighter and– Shit, and...

Justin’s hips were slamming down with every touch to his cock and he cringed with a tight lipped smile, the feeling good, bad, awful, splendid, pure bliss.

And with a low groan, every nerve ending in his body came, a quick second where everything was being used and exhausted before he slumped into a pile of melted bones, gasping for air as his throat relaxed.

His chest heaved, his heart pumping so loud in his ear, a cheek pressed to his, the hand on his dick stalling but never leaving.

One last kiss was all he wanted as he opened his eyes with effort, staring into glass once more and took a gulp–

The phone rang and Justin shut his eyes again, taking a much needed deep breath, taking his hand off his cock, throwing an arm over his eyes as his other hand, soaked in his own come, reached for the phone.

“Yes?” he whispered roughly.

“Oh baby,” JC wheezed, “I swear... One more week. One more fucking week.” There was a pause and JC sighed, almost painfully. “I miss you. So much.”

I know, Justin thought. “I know,” he answered and with a look to his soiled chest, the empty bed, his messy hand, he really fucking knew.

-Fin-