As Justin eased his hand into JC's jeans, JC felt like his room had just gotten 20 degrees hotter. Justin curled his fingers around JC's stiffening cock through the fabric of his boxers and JC swallowed a moan. Justin's lips continue to devour JC's as he gave JC a gentle squeeze, running his thumb along the underside of JC's cock.
"Justin, my God," JC breathed and Justin grinned.
"Is there something you want, JC?"
"You."
"Really, JC, you want me?"
"God, more than anything."
Justin positively glowed. He kissed JC again, hard, hoping JC wasn't just saying that due to the situation the two boys found themselves in. Justin wanted JC to want him for real -- he had felt that way about JC for longer than he cared to remember. He couldn't believe he had his hand in JC's pants for the second time in a week. It was almost enough to make him come -- but not quite. He figured that would come later.
Still on top of him, Justin kissed JC again, this time capturing JC's tongue and sucking it gently into his own mouth. He swirled his tongue around JC's much like he had done to JC's cock at Brian's house, and JC broke the kiss, panting.
"God, Justin, you are so hot," JC said, sliding his hands up and into Justin's curls, tossing away his bandana, then back down to Justin's denim-clad ass. He eased his hands into Justin's back pockets and squeezed, pressing himself closer to Justin.
"You really think so?" Justin breathed back, nuzzling JC's neck.
"God, I know so. Know it. Have always known it," JC answered as he slid his hands around to Justin's hips. He hooked his thumbs over the low-slung waist of Justin's jeans and gently stroked the skin there. Justin fought a whimper -- JC was being so gentle and it felt fantastic. JC ran his hands up Justin's sides underneath his t-shirt and sweatshirt, then he slid them back down Justin's back, rubbing at the bunched muscles, marveling at their strength. Justin was incredibly powerful, and there he was, lying in JC's arms. "So hot," JC breathed again against Justin's neck this time. He tugged off both of Justin's shirts, and Justin sat up, naked to his waist.
JC lay there, hair wild on his pillows, looking up at Justin. Justin looked down at JC and smiled. He brushed the hair back from JC's forehead and leaned in for a kiss. As JC's lips met Justin's once more, JC rubbed his thumbs over Justin's nipples before pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Justin made a growling noise low in his throat, and JC bit gently on Justin's lower lip. Justin pulled back a little with JC's teeth still closed over his lip. When JC let him go, Justin tugged off JC's shirt and splayed his hands across JC's bare chest. He leaned in close and licked between his fingers, slicking up JC's hard nipples with his tongue before sucking on them each in turn. As Justin let his tongue play, JC eased his hands into Justin's back pockets again and pulled him close on the bed. Justin snuggled in, pressing his erection into JC's thigh. As JC moved his hands around in Justin's pockets, he found a piece of folded paper tucked in there, but JC ignored it. He figured he'd ask about it later, if he could remember. All he was thinking then was Justin's cock pressed against him, hard and inviting. JC cupped Justin's buttocks in his hands and nudged Justin's body up his until Justin's lips were on his own again. Then he kissed Justin lightly and whispered, "Roll over."
Justin did as bidden, and JC planted kisses down his chest before undoing the button on Justin's jeans with his teeth. Justin made that low growling noise again as JC ran his tongue over Justin's jeans, down the outside of his fly. JC's fingers followed swiftly in undoing the zipper and peeling back the material. He then covered Justin's boxer-clad erection with gentle kisses, tasting the spot where Justin's pre-come had seeped into the fabric. He tasted as good as he had on Friday. JC couldn't wait to get more of Justin in his mouth.
Justin helped JC tug off his jeans, but JC wouldn't let Justin help with his boxers. He pushed Justin's hands away, then caught the waistband of the shorts with his teeth, tugging them off that way instead. Justin growled. JC grinned.
"You like that?"
"God, Josh..."
"Say that again."
"Josh. God yes, Josssshhhh." JC nibbled at the inside of Justin's thighs as Justin hissed his name in pleasure. JC kissed his way up Justin's cock to the tip which he licked once and then he sank his mouth down over Justin's hot flesh. Justin's growl became a lot higher pitched as JC's hot, wet mouth did magical things to him. JC's hands continued to stroke along Justin's thighs, moving up to caress his balls, hinting at plunging inside Justin but never quite getting there.
JC was driving Justin crazy. "Please, Josh, please, baby. I need you. Make me come, baby, please please please..." he whimpered, but JC felt devilish. He pulled away from Justin altogether. Justin's eyes slowly opened. "Josh?" he whispered, questioningly. "What... where...?" Justin's eyes begged for answers, but JC wasn't giving them just yet.
He got up from the bed where Justin lay breathing hard, sheathed in the delicious sweat of sex, and JC slowly slipped out of his jeans. He turned around and bent over so that Justin had a delicious view of his ass as he stepped out of his pants, then, still facing the other direction, JC pulled off his boxers.
Justin's breath hitched as he watched JC undress. He slid his hand almost unconsciously down to his cock and began to stroke himself while watching JC. When JC turned around again to face Justin, however, he pushed Justin's hand away. Sitting on the bed, he said, "Naughty boy, 'Lake, you gotta let me do that!"
"OK," Justin breathed, but JC actually had other ideas.
JC voice dropped to just above a whisper and dripped with sex as he asked Justin, running a finger along the length of Justin's cock, "Do you want to come?"
Justin's eyes squeezed shut but somehow he managed to nod.
Then JC leaned in and licked along Justin's jaw. "Do you want to come in me?" he asked, watching Justin's face.
Justin's eyes opened, and when they met JC's, they blazed with want. "God, Josh, you want me to fuck you?" Justin whispered. "You would let me?"
It was JC's turn to nod. Justin's cock twitched in anticipation. Then JC said, "But you've got to be good. You've got to get me ready. And you've got to wait for me to come. Can you do all that?" Justin nodded. "Then yeah, Justin," JC whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
"My God, Josh," Justin whispered, and he pushed himself into a sitting position on JC's bed. He pulled JC close and covered JC's lips with his own once more. Justin slid his hands over JC's ass, sliding his fingers deep between the cheeks. JC gave a growl and Justin pushed JC down on his back against the pillows again. Without any warning, Justin sank his mouth down on JC's hard cock, taking his entire length in. JC bucked his hips up involuntarily, and Justin slid his tongue along the underside of JC's cock, scraping his teeth along him gently at the same time.
He sucked hard, almost able to taste JC, but then JC stopped him. "Whoa, Justin, whoa baby. Can't come yet. You gotta stop that."
Justin let JC slip out of his mouth, and he pouted. "But you taste good, Josh. I want to taste more."
JC shook his head. "I've got other plans, baby. Put this on."
Justin whispered, "OK," as JC handed him a condom and helped him slide it on. Justin's cock twitched again as JC's fingers slid over him. He didn't know how long he was going to last, but he was determined to make JC come first, as he'd asked. He needed to. He wanted to.
JC turned and Justin watched as he knelt on the bed on his hands and knees, waiting for Justin's intrusion. Justin placed his cock near JC's entrance, but he didn't ease in yet. Instead, he sucked on a few fingers and eased them into JC instead, one by one. As Justin fingered JC's ass, he planted kisses all along JC's spine. When JC started to buck back against Justin's fingers and make animalistic noises, Justin decided he was ready. He replaced his cock where his fingers had been just seconds before and eased past JC's tight pucker as gently as he could.
JC made a howling growlish noise in the back of his throat as Justin pushed all the way in. "God, Josh, so hot! So ... tight!" Justin grunted, pulling out a little with reluctance.
JC threw his head back and moaned when Justin pushed back in. "Justin, baby, yeah!" he called, glad no one but Justin could hear him. This was too good to share with anyone else. Way too good. "More, Justin, I need you," he panted, "Fuck me!" and Justin obliged. Justin placed one hand on JC's hip as he pounded him from behind, and he placed the other on JC's cock. Justin stroked him in rhythm with his strokes inside JC, and Justin could hear JC's pants increase and become more breathy as he neared his climax. Justin quickened his pace without even thinking about it, and, blissful seconds later, he felt JC tighten around him again as he panted, "Yesss, Justin, God YESSSSSS," and came all over his sheets and Justin's hand. With JC bucking against him, Justin was immediately pulled over the edge as well. He came harder than he'd ever remembered coming before.
As their climaxes finally subsided, JC's legs buckled and he collapsed onto his bed. Justin fell down on top of him, sweaty and sticky and delicious with sex. Justin slipped out of JC, and he removed the condom and disposed of it before curling himself around JC, who was lying face down into his pillows. Justin ran his fingers through JC's damp and curly hair, mumbling endearments and "Fuck but that was incredible."
JC slowly rolled over and opened his arms, inviting Justin to cuddle close to him again. Justin curled up in JC's arms, his back to JC's chest. They lay there, spooning in the silence of JC's empty house, until Justin whispered, "Thank you."
"For what?" JC whispered back, his hands in Justin's curls and his lips on the boy's neck.
"For all of this. I've wanted it for so long. Wanted you for so long."
"Me, too, 'Lake, me too."
"Josh, can I tell you something?" Justin added, his voice suddenly very small and far-away sounding.
"Anything, Justin, what is it?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared? Of what?"
"What will happened now. For us. For me. For my team. They hate me right now. And if they saw me here with you, like this..." Justin voice trailed off.
"Shh, J, quiet. Don't think like that. We'll be OK."
"Will we?" Justin sounded like he wanted to cling to that belief in JC's voice.
"Yeah," JC whispered, kissing the back of Justin's neck.
Now if only I believed that...