Break a Leg

By Zaen

“Gimme that!” Justin cackled, tackling JC to the floor. A fight for the remote control ensued, and soon both men were laughing and tickling one another, squealing like girls. Joey came out of his bedroom and rolled his eyes.

“You two are gonna destroy my fabulous Manhattan apartment,” Joey grunted, shaking his head disappointedly.

“He started it!” JC squealed.

“Shut up,” Justin grunted, rolling on top of JC and pinning him under his body. “Joey doesn’t want to watch Christopher Lowell any more than I do!”

“Get off me, Justin!” JC huffed, but smiled when he said it.

“Two months apart and they can’t keep their hands off each other,” said Joey, sighing as he grabbed his keys and stepped over his wrestling and giggling friends. “The car is waiting for me, guys. Curtain is at 8 sharp. Don’t embarrass me in front of my cool new Broadway colleagues, ok?”

“Fer sure we won’t,” Justin said, waving to Joey with one hand and tickling JC with the other. “Break a leg, man! Can’t wait to see you!”

“We love you, man!” JC yelled after Joey, who grunted, then laughed as he left his friends tussling on the floor in his rented two bedroom apartment.

“We love you man,” Justin teased. “You are too corny, Jace.”

“Well, we do.” Justin nodded and pushed JC’s arms down, leaning down close to JC’s face. They smiled at each other until it got really uncomfortable.

“Um, we probably shouldn’t have done this,” JC said as he moved his hand from where it had accidentally landed on Justin’s ass to his hip. “We’ll be all wrinkly now.” Justin looked down at his clothes, then at JC’s.

“You look great, man.” Justin blushed after he said it, and quickly stood up and shrugged it off. “C’mon, we better get going soon.”

“Ok.” JC stretched his hand out, and Justin smiled when he took it. He pulled, and JC pushed, and before they knew it JC was up, off the floor, and nose to nose with Justin.

“Sorry,” Justin whispered, but he didn’t move back. He still held JC’s hand, and suddenly both their palms were sweaty.

“It’s ok,” JC whispered back, but he didn’t move either. They stared at each other, barely an inch apart, noses just barely touching, holding hands. The leaned toward each other just a smidge, and just as the very edge of their lips touched, the phone rang.

Not a word was said about it the rest of the night. They didn’t sit together at Rent, and they were too busy congratulating Joey and hanging with friends and family afterwards to talk. But once they were back in Joey’s apartment, they could barely look each other in the eye. They sat on the couch, watching TV, looking straight ahead, trying to keep their eyes open.

“What time do you have to be up tomorrow?” Joey yelled out from his bedroom.

“Um, I should probably get up early…since…you know,” Justin muttered, not looking at JC. Joey yelled something back, then told his two friends to go to bed already, and closed his door. JC turned off the TV, but they still didn’t look at each other.

“You should get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you,” JC said softly. Justin nodded and peered at JC out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah.”

“VMAs, man,” JC said as he stood up. “You’ll kill, man.” JC offered Justin his hand to help him off the couch. Justin looked at it, then at JC, and when he didn’t take it immediately, JC frowned and withdrew it. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom first.”

“Jace—”

“’Nite, Justin.” JC disappeared into the bathroom, and Justin wished he could do over the last 30 seconds of his life.

Justin and JC lay in the same bed in Joey’s spare bedroom. The previous night they’d been so comfortable together in that bed. They’d stayed up late, talking and catching up and laughing and finally eliciting a stern, “Go to sleep, you two! Don’t make me come in there!” from Joey. This night, though, they were completely silent. Justin needed to get a good night’s sleep, but the tension was too distracting. He looked over at JC, who had his back to Justin and wasn’t moving. But Justin knew JC was feigning sleep. He knew JC better than anybody.

“You asleep, C?” Justin whispered.

“Trying,” JC whispered. He cleared his throat. “Get some sleep, J.” Justin nodded but kept on anyway.

“Joey was great tonight, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah,” JC said, and Justin could hear the smile in his voice. “I was so damn proud of him tonight.”

“Me, too.” Justin started to say something, but JC beat him to the punch.

“I’m proud of you, too,” JC whispered, then turned over and smiled at Justin. “I knew you were gonna ask.”

“Yeah,” Justin laughed. JC giggled and rolled on his side, facing Justin. They stared at each other for a while, just smiling. JC nibbled his thumbnail, a sure sign that he was nervous. Or scared. Or just annoyed. Justin had to know which.

“Jace—”

“Should we talk about this?” JC finally asked. Justin gulped, taken off guard.

“About what?” He wanted to slap himself when JC sighed and turned over again.

“Nothing, J. Good night.”

“Jace? Jace, talk to me,” Justin whispered and stroked JC’s hair. JC turned back to face Justin.

“I don’t know what to say,” JC admitted.

“Me, either.” They stared into each other’s eyes for way too long. “Say something,” Justin said insistently.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Losing you,” JC said after some hesitance. “Losing your friendship.”

“Why? We haven’t done anything wrong,” Justin said, and again wanted to kick himself. Nothing was coming out right.

“Ok, Justin,” JC whispered, defeated, and Justin knew he had to take immediate action.

“Josh…what do you want?” Justin reached over to touch JC’s hand.

“I want…whatever you want.”

“No! What do you want? Really.”

“I want…” JC sighed. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready—”

“Tell me, Jace.” Justin inched over a little closer, and squeezed JC’s hand. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” JC whispered with closed eyes. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and said it again.

“Oh,” was all Justin could utter. Apparently thinking it and wishing it were much different than actually hearing it. Before JC could turn away from him again, Justin scooted over, pressing himself against JC’s body, leaving no room between them. No room for JC to change his mind. No room for JC to run.

“Justin, you don’t have to—”

“Do you really want me?” Justin whispered as he lifted JC’s chin so their eyes met. “Do you?”

“Yes.” Justin couldn’t keep the mile-wide smile from his lips. He stroked JC’s face reassuringly.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Justin asked with a shaky voice. He almost laughed, as those were words he’d never expected to be asking another man. At least, not until he met JC. “Do you…sweetie?”

“Yes,” JC squeaked, blushing furiously.

“Are you going to buy me presents…candy…flowers…sneakers…porn…even when I’ve been bad?” Justin teased as he pulled JC to him.

“Especially when you’ve been bad,” JC retorted with a smirk.

“Excellent!” Justin replied. He kissed JC’s nose, eliciting a soft sigh. “Jace…will you treat me like the princess that I am?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Good. Because…because I want you, too,” Justin whispered. The lump in his throat was gigantic. “Wow,” he whispered, stroking JC’s lips with shaking fingers. “I said it.”

“I said it, too,” JC said before slipping his fingers around Justin’s neck and leaning closer for their first kiss. It started out soft and closed-lipped. Very soon it became wet, hot, demanding. They pressed their bodies together as tightly as they could, kissing and touching frantically. JC rolled Justin on his back and continued kissing him, his hands on Justin’s face.

“Mmm, I missed you so much these past months,” JC whispered.

“I missed you, too. Fucking hiatus,” Justin grunted as he pulled JC on top of him. They continued to kiss deeply, tasting each other, smelling each other, sighing into each other’s mouths.

“Ohh,” Justin sighed when JC’s hand slipped up inside his t-shirt. JC quieted him with his tongue. “Mmm,” Justin growled when JC pushed the shirt up and stroked his chest. JC slipped two fingers in Justin’s mouth, letting Justin suck them wet. He rubbed his wet fingers all over Justin’s lips, then slid them down to Justin’s exposed nipples. Justin moaned loudly, closing his eyes and wrapping his legs around JC’s body.

“Shh…Justin, not so loud,” JC said with a smile. Justin nodded his head and pulled JC down for another sloppy kiss. JC pulled Justin’s T-shirt off, then his own. He sat up, resting on Justin’s lap. He stared down at Justin’s anxious face and slowly…just barely…moved his hips, grinding his ass against Justin’s crotch until Justin moaned again. “J,” JC whispered, smiling wickedly. “Joey’ll hear us.”

“Jace—”

“Shhh,” JC whispered as he leaned down to lick Justin’s lips. “Mmmm…you taste so good. I knew you would.”

“JC, wait—”

“We’ve waited so long already,” JC whispered, then slid his tongue deep into Justin’s mouth. Justin whimpered and writhed underneath JC, grinding his crotch against JC’s harder and faster as they kissed. So hard that the headboard made a dull thump against the wall.

“Jace…stop,” Justin pleaded, but kept kissing JC’s face.

“Are you sure you want to?” JC asked softly. He slid a hand between them, letting it rest on Justin’s awakening erection. “Baby?”

“Jace,” Justin said, blushing, as he stopped JC’s hand from sliding down under the waistband of his boxers. “I just…I can’t…and tomorrow—”

“Oh…you’re right. You need your rest. I’m sorry, Justin.” Looking disappointed and trying to hide it, JC rolled onto his side, ran a hand through his hair, and whispered, “Good night, J.”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad. You need your rest, man. Get some sleep.” Justin watched JC’s back for a long time. He thought about wrapping himself around JC, spooning him in his sleep, but he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He needed to sleep. He needed to ease his anxiety about his first solo performance the next day. He needed to stop freaking about kissing—finally—one of his best friends. He needed JC to not hate him for being a chicken. He needed JC.

Justin woke up before dawn so he could get back to his expensive hotel room before the MTV Album Launch crew would show up to follow him around all day again. He thought about waking Joey and JC before leaving, but decided against it. He called security to come get him, pulled his clothes on, and then watched JC sleep. After a few minutes Justin looked at his watch, kissed JC on the forehead, and was out the door.

Justin didn’t see or hear from JC all day. He was busy with rehearsals and schmoozing and interviews and the MTV shoot, but JC was in the back of his mind every minute. By the time they finally saw each other, on the red carpet at the VMA’s, JC was out of it. He looked tired and a little wasted, and he didn’t make eye contact with Justin. A hat pulled down almost completely covering his beautiful eyes, he managed to avoid Justin pretty much the whole night. When Justin came off stage after performing, he was greeted with enthusiastic applause and embraces from his mother and Chris and Joey. JC mumbled something Justin couldn’t make out, then quickly wrapped him in a tight hug. Justin tried to catch JC’s eye, but they were quickly ushered out on stage to present an award. Justin was caught up in post-performance high, so he left JC alone in his funk. But afterwards he lost JC in the crowd of VJs and press and congratulatory cheek kisses and handshakes and backslaps. He swallowed his hurt and anger when he saw JC leave with his “new best friend” Carlos. Justin plastered on a faker than usual smile and let his friends buy him many, many drinks.

When JC came back to Joey’s apartment much later that night, Justin was waiting for him.

“Where’ve you been?” Justin whispered as JC closed the bedroom door.

“Out,” JC said, then stumbled over to the bed. He started to pull his shirt over his head, but then stopped. He took off only his shoes and crawled under the covers. “Is Joey asleep?”

“He’s still out. I finally ditched MTV, so I came back here.” Justin sat on the bed, facing the wall. “Jace…can’t we talk about this?”

“About what?” JC asked. “Don’t you have to be in the studio early tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Then you should get some sleep,” JC whispered, then hunkered down in the bed like that was the end of the conversation. Justin sat still, seething, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He crawled across the bed, pulled the covers down, and poked JC in the shoulder.

“You lied! You said you weren’t mad last night…but you are. You ignored me all day today—”

“Ignored you!” JC barked incredulously. He turned on his back, with Justin straddling his hips. “J, you didn’t even say one word to me today.”

“I was a little preoccupied!” Justin snapped. JC snickered and tried to turn away, but Justin stopped him. “I told you how nervous I was, and you giving me the cold shoulder didn’t help.” JC sighed and closed his eyes. “I needed you today, man.” Justin swallowed hard. “You didn’t…you didn’t even congratulate me tonight. You said you would be proud of me.”

“Justin.” JC opened his eyes, and all the anger was gone. “I was so…I was so damn proud of you tonight. I couldn’t…I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t talk. I was proud and happy and sad at the same time.”

“Why sad?” Justin asked as he stroked JC’s cheek. His anger was gone, too.

“Because…I finally saw that…you don’t need me anymore.” Justin could tell it hurt JC to say it. He stared at JC, gauging just how hard watching the show must have been on him. “I want you to be happy. That’s all. And I know that you wouldn’t…couldn’t be…with me.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, J. Last night, you—”

“Shut up, JC.” Justin crawled under the sheets, covered JC with his body, and whispered against his lips, “I need you. Now more than ever. I was nervous last night…because I didn’t want to…I was scared, ok?” JC nodded. “You turned me…you turn me on so fucking much.” JC tried not to smile, and it was so cute Justin had to kiss the smile wider.

“Mmmm.” JC held Justin tight, caressed him, let his hands go wherever they wanted.

“JC…I was under so much pressure…even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself…mmm, baby…your mouth is…mmmm…last night, you tasted so…goood…I wanted to…ughhh…I wanted you to…I wanted you…mmmm…kiss me…yesss…I didn’t want to…embarrass my…ohhh…touch me right there...wanted our first night to be perfect…Jace…I need you—”

“Justin,” JC whispered, his mouth on Justin’s neck, his fingers surrounding Justin’s nipples, “you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not just saying it.” Justin tilted JC’s chin up to meet him, and they shared another kiss. “If we’d…last night…I would have…” Justin blushed and bit his lip. “It would have been over pretty quick, I can tell you that.”

“Sweetie.”

“This has been a long time coming,” Justin said plainly, and JC nodded in agreement. “I don’t want to rush…and I don’t want to have to be quiet because our best friend is on the other side of the wall.” JC rolled them over so he was on top, looking down at Justin.

“I’m sorry I misjudged you,” JC admitted, his face full of regret. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more supportive tonight. I didn’t want to get in the way…and I was hurt.”

“I know.”

“Tonight, you were…magic. Magic.”

“Jace.” They kissed and kissed, and soon T-shirts were coming off and pants were coming down. JC nibbled on Justin’s lips, his earlobes, his neck, them moved down to lick wet circles around Justin’s nipples.

“JC…oh…”

“We can stop…”

“Don’t want to…keep on…oh…baby…let me touch you.” JC smiled against Justin’s chest, then took Justin’s hand, brought it to his own mouth and licked the fingertips wet. Then he moved up Justin’s body, letting Justin kiss him, pushing Justin’s hand down his stomach, into his underwear. Justin had just barely begun stroking JC’s cock when they heard Joey noisily come in the front door. JC sat up in bed with Justin’s hand nestled between his legs, and started to panic.

“Shit!” JC started to scream, then clapped his hand over his mouth. They waited to see if perhaps Joey would leave again, but no such luck. After a minute, Justin sighed and jumped out of bed. JC watched him put his clothes back on, pull his T-shirt out over his crotch, and proceed to pack his shit. JC smiled and then did the same.

“Hey!” Joey said when JC and Justin came out of the guestroom. He looked at their small pieces of luggage. “You guys leaving?”

“Yeah,” Justin said and quickly moved over to the door. He took the spare key Joey had given him 2 days earlier from his pocket and said, “I’ve gotta be at the studio real early tomorrow, and it’s only a few blocks from the hotel, so…you know.” Joey looked at the key Justin handed to him, then back at Justin’s face. “The record company has me set up in that swank hotel, I might as well get my money’s worth.”

“Dude, if you wanna go, then go. I’m not gonna be offended,” Joey grunted, half-asleep and half drunk. He looked over at JC. “You going with him?”

“Yeaaaah,” JC said, and walked over to Justin with his bag in front of him at waist level. “Thanks for putting up with us—me—us for the past 2 nights, Joe.” Joey flipped through some TV channels and yawned. “I figured I’d go see what Justin’s up to in the studio early tomorrow…before I head out of town…you know…it’s just easier. More convenient. For you. That’s all.” Justin nudged JC, and JC shrugged helplessly.

“Yeah, whatever,” Joey said, then burped loudly.

“So…um…I guess I’ll—we’ll—see you soon, buddy,” Justin said as he impatiently twisted the doorknob.

“You were great last night, man,” JC said, bending down to give Joey a one-arm hug from behind the couch. “You rocked, man. Love you,” he said as he kissed Joey’s head.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too, just get out so I can go to bed,” Joey said nonchalantly, waving his friends away with his eyes glued to the Naked Channel. “Man, if we could get this in Orlando, I’d be a happy, happy man.”

“Ok, man…I’ll call you tomorrow,” Justin said as he rushed over to the couch. He kissed Joey’s cheek. “You were da bomb, man.”

“So were you,” Joey said, still watching naked women writhing around on a 1-900 number commercial. JC and Justin stood there, waiting. Finally Joey looked back at them and grunted, “You guys still here?”

“Bye!” Justin yelped and then he and JC were out the door in 3 seconds flat.

“Thank God,” Joey said to himself as he rubbed his tired eyes. “If I had to listen to them making out for one more night, my head would explode.”

“Do you think he suspected anything?” JC asked as soon as he and Justin were in the elevator of Joey’s building.

“Nah,” Justin quipped. “I’m too good an actor.” JC smiled and Justin quickly leaned in and kissed him.

“So,” JC whispered after their lips parted. “You know I’m going out of town early tomorrow morning.” Justin nodded and rubbed his nose against JC’s neck. “We won’t see each other for a while.” Justin looked down at him with confused eyes.

“What are you saying?” Justin whispered.

“I dunno. Maybe I…maybe we should wait.” JC rubbed his hands up and down Justin’s taut chest. “Until we really have…um…time…to…take our time.” The elevator stopped, and Justin pushed the button, preventing the door from opening.

“What if I can’t wait?” Justin asked, blushing brightly. JC grabbed him, kissed him hard, and laced his fingers through Justin’s. He pulled back, smiling, staring at Justin’s wet lips.

“Then…take me to bed.”

Justin nearly pulled JC’s arm out of its socket when he dragged him from the elevator.

Once they were inside Justin’s luxurious hotel room, they started kissing like they were trying to devour each other.

Justin pulled away and walked to the bed, slowly, letting JC watch him bend over to remove his shoes and socks. He sat on the end of the bed, leaned back on his arms, and let his legs fall open just a little bit. JC just watched, letting Justin breathe heavily and beckon him with his eyes before following Justin to the bed. He stood in front of Justin, close but just out of reach.

“I wanted you so much last night,” JC whispered. “I’ve wanted you for years.”

Justin slowly pulled his Tshirt up his tight body. “And now?”

“I want you even more.” Justin tossed the shirt aside and let his hands fall between his legs. He’d been hard since they’d started fooling around back at Joey’s apartment, nearly half an hour ago. By now it was almost painful. Justin stroked himself through his pants and tried to breathe as slowly as possible.

“Let me see you, baby,” Justin said softly. JC bit his lip as he removed his t-shirt, kicked off his sandals, then slowly slid his pants and underwear down his slightly shaky legs. Justin licked his lips at JC’s naked body. “You are so fucking beautiful, C.”

A smile crept across JC’s face as he reached for Justin’s face. “So are you.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Justin whispered as he kissed JC’s fingers. “But I was so afraid to tell you.”

“You never have to be afraid of me.” JC sat on Justin’s lap, kissing all over his face and neck as he pressed his bare chest against Justin’s. He licked into Justin’s hot mouth as he traced Justin’s nipples with licked-wet fingertips. Justin moaned happily into his mouth as he ran his hands along JC’s back, through his hair, over his chest and stomach, down his thighs, and finally to his ass. Justin squeezed, pulling JC closer against him, forcing JC’s erection against his stomach.

“Take those the fuck off,” JC groaned as he stood up to help Justin remove the rest of his clothes. Justin scrambled back on the bed as JC practically ripped his pants down his legs, jerking them off Justin’s large feet. JC took a moment to look at Justin on the bed, naked and eager, before properly jumping him.

As it turned out, both of them were talkers.

“Yeah…kiss me there, Jace.”

“What, here?”

“Don’t fucking tease me.”

“You want me to kiss you here? You want me to lick you here?”

“Jace…uhhhhh.”

“You taste good, baby. You’re so damn…oh….yeah. Just like that, J.”

They rushed to touching and kissing above the waist, but eased into stroking one another’s cocks, legs entwined, kissing deep and hot, hands moving slowly up and down hard flesh. Then Justin decided he really needed to feel that heat between his legs, and climbed on top of JC. They moved together, kissing less and staring more, sometimes laughing. Soon enough Justin was leaving a trail of precum along JC’s stomach and moaning a lot.

“Mmm, not yet,” JC whispered as he rolled Justin onto his back. “I want to taste this first.” Justin spread his legs and watched, on the verge of orgasm but not wanting to finish just yet.

He held his breath when JC’s mouth enveloped his cock. He tried to breathe slow, to last, to make it good, but he was too on edge. After everything that happened today, he needed release badly. He whimpered and stroked JC’s hair, hoping that was enough of a cue.

“Ja…fuuuuuucckkkk…ohwww…baby,” Justin groaned when he came in JC’s mouth, his legs spread obscenely wide, like an invitation he didn’t know he was sending. He lay still, watching JC drink him in, and he knew he’d be hard again soon.

“Beautiful,” JC whispered. He licked the semen from his lips, then kissed the inside of Justin’s thigh. “I like giving you head,” he whispered.

“I liked it, too,” Justin grunted. He wanted to touch JC, but the greedy part of him wanted JC to suck his cock again.

“What else do you like?” JC asked as he lightly traced Justin’s cock. It stirred, and JC smiled.

“I like you.” They smiled at each other shyly.

“Same here.”

By the time Justin had kissed JC’s body from head to toe, he was pretty much hard again. When he finally tasted the bitterness leaking from JC’s cock, and realized he liked it, he was at 100 percent. Justin moaned around the penis in his mouth, because JC seemed to like the vibrations, and because it was actually turning him on to do it. JC talked dirty to him, told him what a good cocksucker he was, told him how hard he was making him, told him how to lick his balls. Justin flicked his tongue just around the sensitive tip, holding JC’s shaft with one hand and reaching down to his own cock with the other.

“No, don’t, Justin,” JC grunted when he caught Justin touching himself.

“Please…need to…need you,” Justin sighed. JC thrust his hips forward, urging Justin to take more of him.

“Just…wait, ok?”

“You’re so hot, baby,” Justin tried to say around the cock pulsing nearly all the way down his throat.

“Shhhh…make me come, baby.” Justin did, and only choked a little bit.

When JC recovered he pulled Justin on top of him. He opened his mouth to Justin’s kiss, sighing contentedly as he tasted his own release on Justin’s lips. Justin groaned impatiently into Josh’s mouth as he pressed his cock against JC’s hip.

“You want me?” JC whispered into Justin’s ear.

“Yes.”

“I want you, Justin.” JC rolled them onto their sides and proceeded to drive Justin insane with kissing and stroking and moaning and teasing. A long leg wrapped around Justin’s hip to keep him in place, JC tasted Justin’s skin from his lips, across his shoulders, down to his inflamed nipples. Justin closed his eyes and let JC have at him. He wanted to come again so badly it almost hurt. But every time he would complain—beg—JC would kiss him again, deep and slow. Justin was so hard he thought me might cry.

“Ugh,” JC moaned as he pushed Justin onto his back and hovered over him. Justin tilted his hips, and their cocks met, causing them both to shiver. JC rubbed against Justin methodically, purposefully, intensely. Justin wrapped his legs around JC and ground him back, until JC was panting and shaking on top of him.

“Oh God, Justin,” JC whispered. He cupped Justin’s cheek. “Justin…I want to—”

“No,” Justin said quickly, even though his body was saying otherwise. “Not yet. Not yet, Jace.” JC paused as that same disappointed look from last night returned to his face.

“Ok.”

“Jace…not yet. Soon, but not yet. Please.”

“It’s ok if you don’t want to have sex,” JC whispered and moved away a little, but Justin pulled him right back.

“Shut up, JC. I want to…we’re going to…we will, ok?” Justin whispered. He made JC look him in the eyes. “I want to wait…want you to think about it. About me.” JC smiled a little as Justin licked the corner of his mouth.

“I already do.” They kissed deep and wet, pressing their bodies together in a languid rhythm. With JC purring and nibbling his neck, Justin could feel his resolve melting away.

“Oh…Jace…c’mon. Not yet. I want to wait. It’ll be so good if we wait,” Justin groaned as JC circled the head of his cock with wet fingers. “Ahh…oh God…JC, I want you. I want you to wait for me,” Justin panted. “I want you to burn for me. Like I burn for you.”

“I do, baby. I have been.” JC sucked Justin’s tongue as he stroked his cock, leaving both organs throbbing in his wake. “Baby…how long?”

“Until we can’t…oh…until we can’t stand it anymore,” Justin groaned as he lifted his hips off the bed, licking his lips as he watched and felt his cock leak precum all over JC’s hand. “Oh, baby…wanna wait until we have to have each other. Until you feel like you’re gonna die if you don’t have me.”

“Fuck, yes,” JC gasped as Justin’s tongue slid deep into his mouth.

“Until we can’t take it any more, baby.” Justin arched and pulsed his hips against JC. He needed to get off badly. “When it hurts even more than it does right now…that’s when…ok, baby? Please, baby?”

“Yes…yes…yes,” JC whispered into Justin’s neck. He leaned on his arms and rode Justin slowly. His eyes closed, he thrust his penis against Justin’s with purpose. Justin scrambled to keep his arms and legs around JC’s sweaty, twitching body. Each time JC’s thick heat grazed his, each time it slithered along his, with each movement of JC’s dancing hips, Justin felt himself grow more willing. And then JC opened his eyes and looked down at him.

“Mmm…Justin…fuck.”

“Ohh…Jace…baby, so good.”

“Jus…watching you tonight…oh…wanted you, baby.” JC leaned down to kiss Justin, their tongues tangling and licking as they humped each other, their bodies sticking together by heat and sweat and precum. When they weren’t squeezing their eyes shut, willing away impending orgasm, they stared at each other, and whispered to one another.

“Justin…it’s gonna be so good when I finally…uh, can’t wait.”

“Oh, Jace…fuck…yes…tell me what you’re gonna do to me, C.”

“Everything, Justin. Oh…mmm…touch me right there. Yes. Oh, it’s gonna be so good, baby. I’ll give it to you, baby. Do you want it?”

“I want it, Josh. I want this. I want all of it.”

“All of it. Every…oh, Goooood…every bit of me…every piece of me…every inch…until you scream for me.”

“God, Jace…I want you now…please.”

“Oh, baby…can’t wait to fill you with my…uhhhh.”

“Jace…c’mon…do it,” Justin pleaded. “Do it.” He spread wide, begging JC with his mouth and his hips. He was ready. “Do it!”

“You said to wait,” JC grunted.

“I don’t think I can,” whispered Justin desperately. “Please.” Justin bit his lip and curled around JC, inviting him into his body. “Jace…oh…you feel so good. I want you in me now.”

“No, not here,” JC whispered quickly, though it seemed to pain him to say it. “No…J. Want you…want to fuck you in my bed…at home.”

“Yes…fuck, yes.”

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

“Ohhhhhh.”

“You gonna let me spread your legs and slide this inside you, huh?” JC grunted, taking Justin’s hand and wrapping it around his cock.

“Fu…fuck…me…please,” Justin begged, his previous assertion completely forgotten.

“I will. Soon, baby.” Justin nodded and kissed JC until they were both whimpering.

“Just want you so much, C.”

“Baby, don’t worry, this is going to happen. You and me.”

“Yes. You and me. Finally,” Justin whispered. He stopped moving long enough to touch a finger to JC’s cheek. “Finally, man.”

“Finally.” Justin sniffed, and then JC pulled out all the stops, kissing him and licking and biting and grinding him until Justin begged to be put out of his misery.

“Oh! Oh…make me co-co-come…ugh…Josh, please…make me come, fuck!”

“Justin,” grunted JC, then leaned back far enough to slip his hands under Justin’s knees. He roughly threw Justin’s legs over his shoulders, opening Justin up to him. Justin gasped when he felt JC’s cock rub hard and wet against his ass and perineum. JC rode him hard and fast, not entering him, just increasing the friction between his cock and Justin’s entrance—a preview of things to come. “Don’t worry, sweetie…it’ll be even better than this.”

“Love,” was all Justin could get out as he exploded into spasms, thick white spurts filling the tiny space between their bodies. JC smiled then howled himself hoarse as he came between Justin’s legs, riding Justin hard until he was empty and the sheets were nice and sticky.

They kissed gently as their breathing returned to normal, wrapped in long limbs and wet skin. Justin got as comfortable as possible and sighed deeply, smiling as he felt exhaustion overcome him. JC plumped the pillows to support them both, then arranged Justin so they could sleep and still touch each other.

“You had a big day today,” JC whispered into Justin’s sweaty curls. He wasn’t even sure if Justin was still awake, but he told him, “Go to sleep, baby,” anyway.

“What are you gonna do?” Justin yawned as he stretched a large hand over JC’s stomach.

“What I did earlier tonight,” JC whispered, then yawned himself. “Admire you from afar.” Justin shook his head then looked up at JC’s tired eyes.

“No. You were right there with me tonight.” JC smiled and kissed Justin on the nose. Before drifting to sleep Justin whispered, “You always are.”

Copyright © July 7, 2003 by KTA

Written: September 19, 2002-October 15, 2002- July 7, 2003

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