JC woke up the next morning with Justin still cuddled close in his arms. I want to wake up this way everyday, he thought, grinning and stretching. He glanced over at his alarm clock: 6:42 a.m. Time to get up and go back to school. Rats.
"Justin," JC said softly, nudging the boy with his elbow, "Time to get up, Baby. School starts soon!"
"Need sleepy."
JC laughed. "OK, I'ma take a quick shower -- without you -- then I'll come back and wake you up, OK?"
"OK," Justin mumbled, already asleep again.
JC crawled out of bed and padded barefoot and naked down to the shower. He turned on the hot water and stepped in, soaping himself up quickly. As his mind slipped back to thoughts of Justin making love to him in the kitchen, he started to get hard, but then he turned his thoughts to Lance. His erection disappeared almost instantly. I will get even with him, JC thought. He tried to take what was mine all along. He's going to be very, very sorry.
As JC washed his hair, he thought about his plot for Lance. When he was clean, he turned off the water and toweled dry. He blew his long hair into some sort of style so it wouldn't get too curly, and he brushed his teeth. By the time he was out of the bathroom, Justin was awake.
"Morning, sleepyhead," JC said as he walked into his room, towel still around his waist. He kissed Justin's forehead.
"Morning," Justin replied. "My turn?"
"Sure, but hurry, baby, you don't want to be late for your triumphant return to Jefferson."
"Thank God that soon I'll never have to go back there."
"Amen to that," JC echoed as he watched Justin leave.
The two boys got ready for school in record time, stealing kisses every now and again. When Justin was ready to go, JC stopped him one last time. He kissed Justin gently and said, "OK, 'Lake, in order for the plan to work, you've got to avoid Lance today in class, and if you do see him, look pissed, OK?'
"That'll be easy. He's the last person I want to see at JHS -- but why?"
"Just do it, OK?" JC's eyes pleaded with Justin, who easily gave in.
"Consider it done."
"Thanks," JC smiled, "Can you do me one more favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Leave right after school and come back here."
"OK, will you be here?"
"I should be," JC answered, "I'll come straight home after school, too."
"What about your basketball practice?" Justin asked.
"Today Lance is more important."
Justin laughed and said, "I bet he'd love to hear you say that," which made JC laugh, too.
"Have a good day at school, honey!" JC said, still grinning.
Justin laughed and kissed his boy's cheek. "You, too. See you this afternoon?"
"Absolutely."
Justin avoided Lance admirably at school that day. Justin only caught a glimpse of him once, and, when he saw the blonde, Justin quickly ducked down an alternate hallway. After the final bell, Justin was headed out to his car when he heard someone behind him yell, "Hey, 'Lake! Wait up!" It wasn't Lance, so Justin stopped and turned. It was Chris.
"Hi, Chris," Justin said as Chris jogged over to him.
"Where are you going? We've got practice! Where have you been? Lance says you're shacked up with JC. What the fuck is going on, Justin?"
"I don't have practice, Chris, I'm quitting. I'm transferring."
"To Kennedy?" Chris practically spat out the name of the cross-town high school.
"Yeah. See you on the court next year -- when I'm an eagle," Justin returned icily, turning to leave.
"Hey whoa," Chris stopped him, placing a hand on Justin's arm. Justin looked up and met Chris's dark brown eyes which were soft with sympathy. Justin didn't know if Chris was being sincere or not, but he listened as Chris said, "Things have been shitty, 'Lake, I know they have. I'm sorry Lance is being such an ass. The rest of the guys aren't so bad, though. You're not really leaving us, are you? To go play with your boyfriend?"
"Yes, I'm really leaving. And you guys are so bad. All y'all have acted like I do not exist since Brian's party. I'm not sticking around for that shit. And Lance will fill my shoes here just fine. He already thinks he's a superstar. Let him have the spotlight, I'm through with it." With that, Justin turned and headed for his car. He wasn't going to look back, but then Chris yelled something after him.
"Fine, go suck JC's dick. Fuck you, Timberlake! Don't ever come back!"
Half of Justin wanted to ignore Chris, half wanted to go beat the shit out of the point guard who used to be his friend. Justin settled on giving Chris the finger and jumping in his car before the other boy could retaliate. He pulled away from Jefferson with his tires squealing. I'm never coming back.
When Justin got to JC's, he found the other boy sprawled on the couch watching "Anamaniacs" reruns on TV -- and giggling. Justin sat down practically in JC's lap, and the dark-haired boy kissed Justin softly. "How was school today, 'Lake?"
"Fine until Chris fuckin' bitched me out in the parking lot," Justin said, eyes flashing. "I am so never going back to that place!"
"Pretty soon you won't have to, baby." JC kissed the top of Justin's head as the curly-haired boy snuggled down into his arms. "So when will Jefferson's practice be done?"
"Like, half an hour from now. Why?"
"I'm going to go pay Lance a little visit."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. That boy is going to be very sorry very soon."
"I can't wait to hear about it," Justin said, snuggling even closer and closing his eyes.
"That's right baby, get some rest," JC cooed, "soon everything will be all better."
Justin smiled and sighed happily. "Thanks for defending me, JC," Justin said softly, eyes closed.
"I would do anything for you, baby, you know that." Justin gave a semblance of a nod, and drifted off to sleep once again in JC's arms.
JC pulled up in front of Justin's school just as practice was finishing up. He waited just outside of the gym doors in the growing shadows of the evening, watching as Justin's teammates -- ex-teammates, he reminded himself -- left to go home for the night. When he saw Lance, JC stepped out of the shadows.
"Hey there," JC said softly, "it's been awhile."
"JC!" Lance yelped, taking a step back in surprise. "Wow, you scared me."
JC advanced slowly, cornering Lance. "Let's go back inside. I want to talk with you."
"OK," Lance said, eyeing JC warily, "where do you want to go?"
"Is every one out of the locker room?"
"Yeah. Justin would still be there, if he'd been at practice. Hey, do you know where he's been?"
JC held the main door open for Lance as he lied and said, "No clue. Haven't seen him in days. You mean he hasn't been at practice?"
"No, he hasn't. Are you sure you haven't seen him?" Lance questioned, leading the way back to the locker room. "When I saw him the other day, he told me he'd been with you."
"Wishful thinking," JC said, his voice cocky. "No, I haven't seen him since Brian's." JC pushed open the locker room door and Lance followed him inside.
JC sat down on one of the benches. Lance stood near him, but not too near. "So, JC, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Nothing too important, really. Mostly I just wanted to see you again. It's been way too long, Lance. Why have you been keeping away from me? Hey, come here, Lance. Come here." JC patted the bench next to him, and Lance dutifully came and sat down. As Lance sat, JC scooted closer to him and pressed his thigh to Lance's. Before Lance knew what hit him, JC slid one arm around Lance's waist, licked his tongue along Lance's jaw line, and brushed Lance's crotch with his free hand. The boy was already hard, and when JC's fingers closed over his erection through his pants, Lance gasped and thrust his hips up involuntarily.
"JC, my God, please."
"Please what, Lance?" JC asked, his voice husky with feigned desire. Lance was taking every bit of the bait.
"Please, Josh, please touch me."
"You want me to touch you, Lance?"
"God, yes, more than anything." JC rubbed his palm over Lance's hard-on as he listened quietly to the boy's pleas. "Please, Josh, please."
JC reached for Lance's zipper. He tugged down the boy's pants and, as he snuck his hand inside Lance's boxers, he asked, "What else do you want me to do, Lance?"
"Uhhhh," Lance groaned as JC's warm fingers brushed over his cock. "God, Josh, I want you to lick me. I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck my cock. Please, baby, God, Josh, please."
"Is that all you want, Lance?" JC asked, tugging down Lance's boxers.
"N-n-no."
"What else do you want me to do?"
JC gave Lance's cock a squeeze, and Lance moaned, "God, JC, I want you inside of me. I want you to shove your dick up my ass and fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come, baby! God, Josh, I want you. I need you. Fuck me, please!"
As Lance panted his last request, still thrusting into JC's palm, JC drew back his hand. He placed that hand on Lance's chest and shoved Lance down onto his back on the bench. He held him down there, and with blazing eyes, JC snarled at the boy, "You will never, ever get me to do any of that. You fucked up, Lance. You fucked with Justin. He's mine now, and you will never, ever be as sweet, as wonderful, as beautiful or as sexy as he is. You will never have me. Never. Now put your pants back on and get out of here, or your whole team will hear you begging me to fuck you." JC reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a mini tape recorder. He had every last word Lance had said on tape. "You know everyone will recognize your voice."
Lance looked sick. His eyes burned with anger and humiliation, but he did as he was told. At the door, he stopped and turned back to JC, whose eyes still blazed with anger. "It didn't have to be this way," Lance tried, but JC was pissed.
"Get out of here, asshole," JC spat.
Lance ignored him and continued like an idiot, "I loved you, Josh. We could've been together, we could've been wonderful, but no, you threw it all away for that whiny-assed, prima-donna prick Timberlake."
JC growled, "Don't you ever talk like that about my boyfriend again. I'll fucking kill you, Lance. Get out of here before I change my mind about killing you now. And don't call me Josh."
This time Lance didn't argue, he turned and ran, still holding his pants up. As JC watched him stumble down the hallway, he smiled.
I think Lance learned his lesson. Now, time to
go home and be with Justin.