Back out at the party, Lance was wandering around looking for Justin. He had meant to catch him as he came off the court after his defeat by JC, but Justin had slunk away before Lance could catch him. He headed down the hallway to check and see if Justin was in the bathroom, but he heard something as he neared Brian's room. As Lance stopped outside Brian's bedroom door, he heard something that sounded suspiciously like blow-job-related panting. He pressed his ear to the door to see if he could figure out who was getting lucky. When he heard JC's breathy voice say, "Justin, God, please, baby, please," his eyes just about popped out of his head. Well, looks like I've found him. Lance stepped away from the door as JC's moans intensified. I think I'll talk to Justin later. He wandered back to find Brian, hoping he wouldn't accidentally mention that Justin was going down on JC in his bedroom.
In Brian's bedroom, when JC's breathing finally returned to a normal pace, he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Justin, who was sitting indian-style on the bed, looking down at JC. Justin's eyes sparkled. He'd gotten something he wanted for a long time. And it had been good.
JC's eyes didn't sparkle, but they hadn't gone back to being cold, either. As he looked at the other boy, this kid he'd played basketball either with or against for years, he blinked slowly. He couldn't figure out how he'd ended up here, in his best friend's bedroom, having just gotten an incredible blow-job from Justin Timberlake. He didn't know the kid swung that way. Hell, he didn't know he swung that way.
Did he?
JC decided it was best not to question such things when Justin was still looking at him with those incredible blue eyes, with the hint of a smile on those incredible pink lips. JC pushed himself up into a sitting position and leaned close to Justin, determined to repay the favor without questioning anything.
He knelt on the bed next to Justin, then he pulled the other boy to his knees as well. Justin's eyes fluttered closed as JC's lips met his again. This time, though, the passion from the hallway had been replaced by a sweetness from JC that Justin had only been able to dream about since he and JC had gone to their separate high schools. This was the JC that use to feed Justin bounce-passes off of perfect screens in their summer league games as kids. This was the JC who would bring orange slices and chocolate bars to eat at halftime so they'd be able to continue to whoop other teams in the second half. This was the JC that made Justin laugh, that gave him high-fives after three-pointers, that slapped his ass when Justin did something particularly good. And this JC was kissing him, softly, tenderly, sweetly. It was everything Justin wanted, and everything Justin thought JC would never be.
Justin sighed into the kiss, and JC, who was naked while Justin still was not, moved closer to do something about that. Sliding his lips away from Justin's to kiss his chin, his jawline, and his neck, JC also went to work undoing the button and zipper of Justin's jeans. When he got them undone, he and Justin shimmied them off of Justin's hips together, and JC immediately cupped Justin's erection in his palm, rubbing softly to match the soft kisses he was planting now down across Justin's freckled shoulders.
Justin moaned a little and moved closer to JC, looping his long arms around JC's neck. JC eased down Justin's boxers, never once ceasing his kisses, which he had trailed down across Justin's chest. Justin's skin was sweet and slightly salty. JC thought he tasted like a basketball player should, and that made him smile. Justin was nothing if not a basketball player. He licked at Justin's nipples again, eliciting another set of breathy moans from the blonde, then he licked the rest of the way down his chest to Justin's stomach. As JC ran his tongue along Justin's abs, the muscles rippled enticingly, and JC kissed along those ripples. He kissed his way down between Justin's thighs, brushing his palms across the downy hair covering them before easing Justin down onto his back. It was Justin's turn to surrender. He was more than willing to.
JC kissed the insides of his thighs, sliding his tongue over Justin's ticklish flesh. Justin wanted to squirm, but he made himself lie still. He didn't want to lose this. Not now. JC continued his impossibly gentle torture of Justin by sliding his hands up Justin's thighs and cupping his balls just as he placed his mouth over the tip of Justin's hard cock. As JC ran his tongue over the tip, just once, while he gently squeezed Justin's balls at the same time, Justin shuddered. He was going to come and [way] too soon if JC kept that up.
JC gave Justin much the same treatment that Justin had given him, but without the urgency. Justin squirmed and wiggled and panted and begged -- without JC even having to ask him to -- but JC took his sweet time loving Justin with his mouth and his fingers. When Justin didn't think he could take anymore, JC pulled away. Justin opened his eyes, which had been shut tightly, and he looked up at JC. JC was leaning over him, his dark hair a wild mess, his blue eyes blazing with lust and just the hint of a smile, and Justin stared up at him, his face a mask of pure desire.
JC leaned down and kissed Justin's mouth, once, still gently, and then he pulled back and slid one of his fingers between Justin's lips, then another. Justin sucked on JC's fingers as bidden, then JC returned to the other boy's cock. Sinking his mouth down on Justin once more, JC this time gently eased one, then both of the fingers that Justin had sucked into Justin's tight hole. Justin bucked against him, forcing JC to swallow more of his cock, which JC did with a grunt. Justin's wild hips also forced JC's fingers deeper into him, and as they hit their target, Justin saw stars and came with an animalistic growl. JC swallowed, licked his lips, and withdrew his fingers with a smile. He never thought he'd see the day when Justin Timberlake would be lying there, naked, panting his name in lust. It sounded good to JC.
As Justin lay there, almost unable to catch his breathe, he thought that no, maybe he hadn't won. Maybe JC had won. And maybe that was OK.
As JC curled himself up against Justin's side, laying
his head on Justin's shoulder, Justin closed his eyes tightly and stroked
JC's messy, wild hair -- and wished that he could stay in that moment forever.