JC stumbled into his own house with Justin all over him. "Hold your horses, Timberlake," JC admonished as Justin tried to unzip his friend's pants right there in the kitchen. "Let's go upstairs first."
"Why?" Justin asked, rubbing his palm over JC's still-zipped fly. He could feel JC getting hard under his touch.
"Cause there's a bed up there."
"So what? Nothing special about a bed. I think the kitchen counter has more promise," Justin said, licking JC's ear. His tongue swept down across JC's neck, and Justin nibbled on JC's collarbone through his t-shirt as Justin moved his hands down JC's chest. He moved his hands back up under JC's shirt, and Justin brushed them over JC's nipples, thumbing them to erection.
JC's breath quickened, and he caught Justin's lips with his own. He bit down softly on Justin's bottom one, and panted, "You win, 'Lake. We'll stay here."
"I always win, Josh."
"We'll see about that, hotshot."
With that, JC backed Justin up against the edge of the counter. He pulled off Justin's shirt and tossed it across the room before planting kisses all the way down the boy's chest. When he got to Justin's belly button, he licked around it before darting his tongue in. Justin suppressed a giggle.
"This isn't s'posed to be funny, Justin," JC scolded -- with a smile.
"It tickles," was Justin's giggled response.
"Fine, then I'll just move on. Here, you can help me. Sit on the counter."
Justin did as he was told, hopping up onto the counter and scooting toward the edge. JC placed his hands on Justin's knees, and Justin leaned down for a kiss, burying his hands in JC's soft, wild hair. JC kissed Justin back and placed his hands on Justin's knees. He slid his hands up Justin's denim-cover thighs, rubbing Justin and feeling his heat through his pants. Without breaking their kiss, JC eased down Justin's zipper and snuck his hand into Justin's boxers. He gripped Justin's cock gently and Justin moaned into JC's mouth. "Please, Josh," he panted, breaking the kiss at last. "Please."
"Please what, Timberlake?"
"Please suck my cock."
JC ducked his head, and, still gripping Justin's cock in his hand, JC let his tongue glide wetly over its tip. Justin whimpered. JC licked over the velvety skin, teasing Justin and never taking him all the way in his mouth. Justin quickly moved beyond whimpering and was soon crying JC's name in frustration and desire, needing to have JC suck him off. JC refused and kept right on teasing the poor boy.
Eventually Justin just plain lost patience with JC's game, and he jumped off the counter. JC took a step back and watched as Justin shucked off his pants and boxers, standing there naked in front of a fully clothed JC.
"Condom. Now." Justin demanded. JC didn't argue. He reached into his pocket and pulled one out, his eyes never leaving Justin's, which burned with desire like the fire of a thousand suns. Justin took the package and stepped close to JC again. He tugged off JC's shirt, throwing it across the room next to his, then he yanked down JC's zipper, pants, and boxers, exposing JC's aching hard-on. JC just stood there, mesmerized by the look in Justin's eyes and getting harder by the minute. "Off," Justin ordered, and JC kicked his clothes away from him. "Turn around." JC did as told, turning to face the counter. Justin stood behind JC in the middle of the kitchen and, reaching around the dark-haired boy, Justin placed JC's hands on the edge of the counter. "Hold on tight," Justin whispered, and JC felt a shudder go through him as Justin licked down his back. Justin paused to nip at JC's buttocks, leaving tiny bite marks, and causing JC to whimper much as Justin had earlier. Then Justin spread JC's ass and...
"Oh! God! Justin! My God! Uhhhhh! Oh GOD!"
Justin's tongue darted in and around JC's tight hole, and JC shrieked and saw stars as Justin probed him with his tongue. When Justin had slicked JC up, and when Justin felt JC's knees buckle, he tore the condom package open with his teeth and slid it unto himself while JC continue to whimper at the loss of Justin's tongue. Before JC could catch his breath, however, Justin slammed into him with no pretense of gentleness.
"God! Justin!"
"Yessss Josh, you feel so fucking good, so... ugh... tight around me. Hell yeah. God yeah!" Justin thrust hard into JC, who was bracing himself against the counter with his arms extended and his elbows locked. He pushed back against Justin, urging him deeper inside. JC longed to slid a hand down to jerk himself off as Justin took him from behind, but he couldn't, he had to hold himself up.
But Justin hadn't forgotten about JC. He slid himself deep inside JC and made short, quick thrusts there, staying deep inside while he slid his hands over JC's cock, stroking him as he thrust inside of him. JC didn't last another minute, he growled and screamed, "God, oh Justin! Yessssssss!" and came all over Justin's hands.
Justin didn't miss a beat. As JC struggled to keep holding himself up, Justin slid his sticky hands back to JC's hips and pulled almost all the way out of him, shifting his quick shallow thrusts into long, slow, deep ones. "Josh! Oh! My! God! Yeah baby, so good, so good!" he panted. As JC's body recovered from his orgasm, Justin's kicked into high gear and another minute later, Justin howled, "Josh! So tight! Yeah! Yeah! Josh! Josh!" Justin's voice almost squeaked out JC's name as he came, long and hard, deep inside JC.
When Justin pulled out, JC collapsed into a heap on the kitchen floor. Justin, his legs shaking, got rid of the used condom and stumbled back to JC. He kissed all over JC's sweaty forehead. "Baby, baby, God that was incredible, Josh. Baby, you're incredible," he mumbled through his kisses. JC just moaned something incoherent and captured Justin's lips in a fiery kiss. Justin kissed back, then pulled JC to his feet. "Now it's time for your bed, JC."
JC nodded, and together the boys stumbled up the stairs. They collapsed together on top of JC's covers, and Justin cuddled himself close to JC, who welcomed Justin's warm weight against his chest. Both boys closed their eyes, but not to sleep.
Lying in JC's arms, sweaty and sated, Justin couldn't resist saying, "I told you I always win," in a sassy whisper. JC laughed softly. If Justin's victories were always like that one, JC didn't mind at all. It was quiet in JC's room for a while, then Justin spoke up again. "JC?" Justin asked softly,"I know we've been doing a lot of explaining lately, but there are still things I want to know."
"Like what, J?" JC asked quietly, the first words he'd spoken since leaving the kitchen.
"Like what really happened between us at Brian's. All that competition. And the hallway. And how much I thought you hated me that night."
"Oh, J," JC said, kissing Justin's forehead, "I could never hate you."
"But that night, Josh, there was something..."
"And you want me to explain it."
"Yes. Will you?"
JC sighed, rubbing his hand through Justin's damp, golden
curls. "Sure, I'll try."