Coal Tar

By Zaen

Justin sat on JC’s bed as he watched him go through his closet, looking for something to wear.

“You know what, Justin? I don’t even wanna go out tonight,” JC sighed.

“Jace, you’ve been stuck in the recording studio for days. You’re totally stressed. You need a night out,” Justin explained as he watched JC pace back and forth in front of his closet. “I came all the way to your house to take you dancing, so let’s go.” JC sighed loudly, and Justin rolled his eyes. “Just put on that black shirt I like.”

“I’m just—I’m not in the mood tonight,” JC said as he reached for the soft black silk shirt.

“C’mon, it’ll be good for you.” Justin watched JC pull the T-shirt he was already wearing up, stopping right at nipple level. “C’mon, Jace,” Justin whispered, blushing when he realized he was staring. “I need, I mean, you need to have some fun.”

“Justin…fuck.” JC sighed and pulled the T-shirt all the way off. He rubbed his tired eyes and stretched. Justin looked around the room for something else to stare at. JC slipped the soft black shirt that Justin liked on and buttoned it up. He looked at himself in the mirror on his closet door. He sighed, dropped shoulders, and shook his head. “I’m just…you should just go without me, J.” He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and Justin suddenly noticed how tight they were in some places, loose in others. Loose in the waist, tight in the thigh. Loose in the calf, tight in the ass. Justin looked at JC’s reflection, and, yes, the jeans were tight there, too. Justin looked up suddenly to catch JC’s eyes on him. He quickly hopped of the bed and went into the master bathroom to check himself in the mirror, and to see how red his cheeks had become. When he came back, JC was still looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look happy at what he saw. “I should warn you, I won’t be much fun tonight.”

“So what else is new?” Justin mumbled. Before JC could pout Justin hurried over to him to slap his back playfully. “I’m just kidding, Jace.” He reached out to ruffle JC’s hair playfully, and when he pulled his hand back a few flakes fell out. Justin tried not to stare, but it was pretty hard not to, what with the black shirt. JC looked horrified as he watched 3 white snowflakes of dandruff land on his pristine silk black shirt.

“Dammit,” JC whispered, crushed. He pressed his face against the mirror, ran his hand slowly through his curly hair, and winced. “It’s been like this for…about a week. I just…I don’t get it.”

“It’s ok, Jace,” Justin said, patting JC’s shoulder. “It happens.”

“Not to me,” JC snapped. Justin froze, and JC sighed. “It’s just…I take 40 minute showers, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know, Jace,” Justin said. He squeezed JC’s shoulder, noticed how thin he was. JC was always thin, but strong and firm at the same time. Now he seemed…wispy. “It’s stress, Jace. That’s all it is. That’s why you need to come out with me.”

“No, Justin.” JC left Justin’s grasp and flung himself onto his bed on his stomach. “Have fun tonight. I’m sorry.” Justin went to him, sat on the bed next to him and stared at his back where the shirt rode up, exposing pale, previously tanned skin.

“But…I wanted to go out with you. I haven’t seen you in ages.” Justin hated how whiny he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. Since the hiatus the two of them hadn’t gone out, just the two of them, not once. And Justin was too proud to admit that he missed JC. So he said, “C’mon, it’ll be dark in the club, no one will notice.” He knew it was a stupid thing to say, but it just came out. It was nervous-Justin-speak for I want to dance with you.

“Go, Justin,” JC said, though it was muffled by the pillow under his face. “I’m not going out tonight. That’s final.”

“But…I don’t wanna go alone—”

“Just go! Go clubbing, go barhopping, go pick up some skank for a quickie, I don’t care! Just leave me alone!” Justin recoiled at JC’s unusual outburst. It was so unlike him, so Justin jumped off the bed and started for the bedroom door before he could witness any new JC behavior.

“I’m going,” Justin grunted as he grabbed the doorknob.

“Justin,” JC said, sitting up quickly. His eyes were kinda red. “Justin…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t have kept bugging you. I’m gone.”

“Wait, J. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll see you later,” Justin mumbled over his shoulder as he walked out the door. JC cursed himself and buried his head under a pillow.

JC woke up to the rustling of plastic. He turned over to find Justin sitting at the foot of his bed, a plastic bag in one hand, and a large fluffy bath towel in the other. He smiled a little when JC yawned and stretched like a cat.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Justin said softly.

“Hey.” JC sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock. “Justin, what are you doing here? I thought you were going out.”

“I was, I mean, I did, well, I tried to, but…whatever.” Justin ran his hand over the towel. It was dark and thick and plush; one of JC’s favorites. “I changed my mind.”

“You were only gone half an hour,” JC said softly. “What happened?”

“I, um, I got you something,” Justin said hesitantly. JC smiled and crawled over to sit next to Justin at the foot of the bed. Justin started to open the bag, but JC stopped him, holding Justin’s hand down on his leg.

“I’m sorry, J,” JC said. “I didn’t mean to blow up at you.”

“I know,” Justin said without looking at JC.

“Forgive me?” JC laid his head on Justin’s shoulder and looked up at him with wide eyes. Justin tried not to look at him. “I’ll be your best friend.” Justin could feel the blush starting, so he pulled his hand away, cleared his throat, and opened the plastic bag.

“I got you this. I hope you don’t mind. I think it’ll really work.” Justin took a medium sized bottle out of the bag and placed it in JC's hand. "It's supposed to be very good. I asked." JC rubbed his eyes and read the label.

“Justin, this has tar in it,” JC said, squinching his nose up with distaste. “This is shampoo?”

“Yeah,” Justin said as he turned the bottle around so JC could see the label. He just ignored the fact that his hand was now touching JC’s. “It’s for, um, dandruff.” JC nodded his head sadly and read the label. “I got it at that health food place you like,” Justin said, watching JC’s eyes go back and forth. “It’s completely natural and organic and shit.”

“Mmm,” JC hummed, and managed a small smile.

“I asked the guy that worked there, and he said this stuff will work. I trust him. He was really crunchy.” JC smiled wider when Justin said that.

“Well then, he would know,” JC laughed. He looked up at Justin with tired eyes. “Thanks, Justin. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” Justin said. “I wanted to…help you out.” JC smiled shyly and opened the bottle.

“Eww! Smells awful.”

“I know, man. But that just means that it’s natural!” Justin exclaimed cheerily, his statement sounding completely logical in his head. JC sniffed it again, made a face and then looked inside.

“Ugh. This is going to be…interesting.”

“What?”

“It’s…organic, that’s for sure.” Justin looked inside the bottle and winced at the sight of the thick, dark, sludgy shampoo. “I don’t want this running all over me in the shower.”

“Well, just wash your hair in the sink,” Justin said matter-of-factly. JC looked at him for a long second. “What?”

“Noth—you’re right. I will.” JC got off the bed and walked to the door. “Thanks, Justin. This is really sweet of you. I’ll let you know how it works.” Justin stared down at his hands, his feet in fists in his shoes.

“You kicking me out?”

“No!” JC cleared his throat. “I mean, I know you wanted to go out tonight, and it’s still early, so…I just figured you’d want to go out and have some fun.” Justin nodded his head, but he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t move. “You deserve some fun.”

“So do you,” Justin said softly. They looked at each other for a long minute, not quite knowing what to say. Finally Justin broke the silence.

“Oh, I got you this, too,” Justin said quickly, happy to have something to say. He took another, smaller bottle from the plastic bag. “It’s got tea tree oil in it. You can put it on your scalp or zits or…um, anything.” JC blushed as his hand reflexively lifted to his face, his fingers covering the 2 recent pustules on his face. “Man, you must be stressed,” Justin said, walking over to JC and handing him the second bottle. “We’re on a break. You’re supposed to be relaxing and shit. You’re all tense,” Justin whispered, then suddenly, before he lost his nerve, turned JC around and began working on his neck, gently rubbing his taut muscles.

“I am relaxed,” JC muttered, and then let his chin fall to his chest so Justin could get a better grip. “I’m just. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I guess I’m just outta sorts.”

“I know the feeling.” JC looked like he was going to reply, then changed his mind and set about opening the tea tree oil.

“Mmm, feels so…yuck!”

“What?” Justin shrieked.

“No, it's not you. This stuff smells almost as bad as the tar shampoo,” JC said miserably. He let Justin take a whiff.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s…I’m such an ingrate. Thanks, J.” JC turned and gave Justin a genuine smile. Justin swallowed hard. They were standing very close. “Thanks for that. “ He pointed to his neck, which was pink from the adept massage Justin had given him. “And thanks for this.” JC held up both bottles. “I hope I don’t blind myself trying to use this stuff.”

“Want some help?” It just came out. Justin had been thinking it all along, but it just came out.

“I don’t wanna keep you,” JC said quietly. He looked down at shampoo. “You have better things to do than to help me with my hair.” JC bit his lip, looked up at Justin under his eyelashes, and ran his fingers through his soft hair. “Don’t you?” Justin managed to smile as he walked over to the bed to lay down his keys and jacket. He hoped JC hadn’t heard his breath catch in his throat.

The first time it wasn’t so bad. JC managed by himself, dousing his hair under the faucet and shampooing the thick smelly stuff into his curls without too much fuss. Justin stood behind him, watching JC’s hands in his hair. He watched JC’s arms flex with each movement. He watched JC’s eyes in the mirror. But when it was time to rinse and repeat, Justin knew he was in trouble. JC pulled at his shirt, groaned at how wet it was, and proceeded to pull it off in front of Justin. JC’s hair dripped down his bare back and chest. JC stretched and yawned and rolled his head in circles to relax the muscles, tired from bending over for so long. Justin took deep breaths.

“I’ve got to—aargh!” JC snapped, his head at an awkward angle. He winced and rubbed his neck. “Ouch. My…neck…crick…ugh.” Justin watched him try to work the stiffness out of his neck and he fought the urge to do it himself. JC sighed and flipped the bottle top. He held the bottle at a slight angle, almost letting it pour into his palm. He sighed again and pouted, looking at Justin in the mirror. “Um…J…can you?”

“Yeah.” Justin bit his lip hard, the only thing he could do to curb the smile on his face. He took the bottle from JC and poured the thick shampoo in his other palm. JC bent his head forward and closed his eyes, waiting.

To Justin’s sheer joy—and absolute horror—washing JC’s hair was just as hot as he’d imagined it would be. The shampoo reeked, but JC’s own distinctive smell—a mixture of expensive body wash, somewhat expensive herbal shampoo, incredibly expensive designer hair gel, and cheap Wal-mart cologne—somehow made it bearable. Justin rubbed and massaged and lathered JC’s thick curls, ignoring the fatigue that slowly crept into in his arms. JC smiled and leaned back from time to time, rubbing up against Justin’s body.

“That’s nice,” JC said, smiling, eyes closed, head tilted back, ass just slightly touching Justin’s crotch. Justin concentrated on his shampoo job and just ignored the fact that JC was basically in his arms. JC hummed while Justin slipped his long fingers through suds and hair. JC hummed louder and moved his hips from side to side, dancing to some tune in his head. Justin could not have that.

“Hold still, please.”

“Yes, sir,” JC said with a smile. When he refused to stop moving, Justin cleared his throat loudly and dug his fingers in deep, using his fingertips to really get at JC’s scalp. JC stopped moving. He moaned instead. Loudly. “Mmm…feels good, Justin.” Justin nodded, as he couldn’t quite talk. His fingers worked from JC’s temples down to the nape of his neck, rubbing fast and then slow, hard then soft, really working the medicated shampoo in as well as he could.

“How does that feel?”

“Tingles.”

“Oh. Is that bad? Is it too hard?”

“No! Don’t stop, J.” JC pressed back into Justin. “It’s so nice to have someone wash your hair. It’s been a while for me.” JC looked over his shoulder at Justin and smiled sweetly. “You’re really good.”

“Thanks.” Justin knew he said it, but the sound didn’t come out. They looked at each other, JC’s head turned, Justin’s arms up and out, both of them covered with water drops and suds. It was an awkward position, but neither of them would budge.

“Justin?” JC whispered.

“Yes?” Justin whispered back, suddenly very close to JC’s face.

“Justin…it’s dripping in my eyes.” JC started to blink as suds approached his eyelashes, and Justin snapped out of his stupor and pushed JC forward.

“I think that’s enough,” Justin said as he turned on the faucets. “Bend over.” He coughed as soon as he said it. It was too much, he couldn’t help it. JC smiled in the mirror and leaned down with Justin’s hands still in his hair. Justin tried to concentrate on rinsing JC’s hair, telling himself that if he didn’t pay attention and do it correctly, he’d blind JC or make him lose his hair or something equally horrible. Anything to distract him from the fact that he was pressed tightly to JC, his crotch to JC’s ass, his chest to JC’s back, as he ran his fingers through soft tendrils. And JC kept moving, changing his footing, leaning back and forward, twisting his hips to get into a more comfortable position. Whatever he was doing, it was killing Justin. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t rock hard. Probably the smell of the tar. Justin thanked God for the tar.

Eventually JC turned off the water. He let Justin squeeze his hair out before leaning back up to his full height. He kept his head down as Justin rubbed a plush towel over his hair. When he started shivering, Justin got him another towel.

“Thanks, man,” JC whispered. He rubbed the water from his chest and back, dabbing the little bit of water that splashed onto his crotch. Justin took a step back.

“Well, I guess that’s that—”

“Hey! Um, wait, Justin.” JC stepped up to Justin. “Does it look…any different?” He leaned forward, his head in Justin’s face, his hair dripping on Justin’s chest. Justin took a cursory glance, then sighed and took a better look. He parted JC’s hair in places, looking for what, he wasn’t sure: flakes, lice, 3 sixes, maybe. JC sighed against Justin’s neck, and Justin instantly felt bad for thinking anything evil could ever come from this scalp.

“It looks fine now, but it’ll probably take a few uses before it’ll work,” Justin said, then smoothed JC’s hair in place.

“You’re right.” JC looked at Justin closely, his face hard to read. “God. You must think I’m—I don’t know. I guess this is kinda gross, huh?”

“No, Jace, not at all. It’s no big deal.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to think that I…”

“That you what? It’s normal, man. It’s totally common.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” groaned JC.

“What?”

“Nothing.” JC went over to the sink and opened the tea tree oil. “So, um, am I supposed to drink this?”

“Get your brush, dumbass.” JC smiled and hopped into his bedroom.

“Do you think it’ll sting?” JC asked as he sat on the floor in front of Justin.

“I won’t use too much,” Justin answered. He sat in the soft plush chair in the corner of JC’s bedroom, brush in one hand, comb in the other. JC handed him the bottle, then turned so his back was to him, sitting on the floor between Justin’s legs.

“Be gentle. I’m tenderheaded,” JC said with a sweet smile. He leaned back, resting his arms on Justin’s thighs, and waited. Justin took a deep breath, then gently went about doing JC’s hair. He parted the damp curls in sections with the comb and applied a tiny bit of the tea tree oil to the scalp. Little by little he worked across JC’s head. The pungent oil burned in Justin’s nostrils, but he didn’t care. He dipped his head, letting JC’s wild curls tickle his nose, and inhaled.

“J?”

“What?” Justin sat back suddenly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” JC squeezed Justin’s knee. “Thanks for this. That’s all.”

“Oh. Ok.” Justin handed JC the comb and sank all ten fingers into JC’s thick hair. He used the pads of his fingers to massage the scalp and distribute the oil evenly. He traced zigzag patterns all over JC’s head, kneading the scalp and the back of the neck and the ears, for good measure. JC leaned back against him and sighed contentedly.

“That’s great, J.” JC’s voice was groggy, like he’d just woken and was telling Justin what a great nap he’d had. “Mmmmmmm. Thank you.” His voice was deep, and he squeezed Justin’s leg again when he purred. Justin sat back in the chair, making as much space between his lap and JC’s back that he could muster.

“Gimme the comb.” JC handed it to Justin, and their fingers touched at the exchange. Justin swallowed hard and concentrated on combing JC’s hair. He concentrated on individual sections. He concentrated on undoing any tangles. He concentrated on not pulling too hard. He deliberately did not concentrate on JC’s incessant purring, or the way JC stroked Justin’s feet, or how no matter how far back Justin would move, JC always seemed to force him to move up again. Justin started to wonder if he should have just left earlier, gone out and found some groupie to nail. Then JC arched his back, whispered “Yessssss” under his breath, and Justin had to adjust himself.

“So, um, am I finished?” Justin asked meekly as he sat the comb down. JC stretched and handed Justin his brush.

“If…if it isn’t too much trouble,” JC said as he leaned against Justin’s leg, “would you? It’s so nice to have my hair brushed.” Justin counted to ten before he started, calming his nerves, his heartbeat, and the blood rushing below his waist. He tried to brush gently, with one hand, but he didn’t get very far. JC leaned back against him, and Justin had to place his free hand on JC’s bare shoulder to keep him steady. Justin brushed JC’s hair with long, slow strokes, watching the chestnut curls straighten and bounce back over and over. JC moved again, and Justin’s hand was suddenly on his neck…then his face. JC turned his head, his mouth against Justin’s palm, his hot breath tickling Justin’s fingertips.

“So nice,” JC whispered against Justin’s hand. He leaned back so Justin could brush his hairline. Justin watched JC’s eyes close and a contented grin cover his face as Justin slid the brush through the thick hair. JC purred and licked his lips, and Justin knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his growing desire anymore.

“I think you’re good to go,” Justin squeaked and gently pushed JC forward, away from his legs and his hands and his crotch. JC resisted, clutching Justin’s calves and letting his head loll forward.

“Mmm…more, J. Please?” Justin relented. He brushed JC’s hair a little harder, perhaps wanting to hurt JC, the way Justin was hurting. Instead, the intensity of the bristles against JC’s scalp elicited even deeper grunts, even louder sighs. It was all Justin could do to keep from pressing JC to the floor and riding him to climax, fully clothed. JC was practically making sex noises, and Justin couldn’t take much more of it.

“Feels so nice. Your hands…you’re so gentle,” JC whispered, and suddenly his hand was on Justin’s on his neck. It was warm, and JC stroked Justin’s hand in time with Justin’s brushes. “Thank you so much, Justin,” he whispered, and kissed Justin’s hand. Justin had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something…asking for something. “You don’t know what this means to me,” JC said softly. He laced his fingers through Justin’s and sighed again as Justin brushed the curls away from the side of his face. “You’re so good to me, J. Thank you.”

“You…you’re welcome,” Justin whispered.

“Is my hair all smelly?” JC asked meekly. Justin leaned forward slowly and buried his nose and mouth in JC’s nearly dry tresses. Even with tar and tea tree oil…he smelled divine.

“You’re fine, Jace.” He rubbed his nose against JC’s head, inhaling deep and slow. “You’re fine…better than fine. Wonderful.”

“Just.” JC kissed Justin’s fingertips. “I’m sorry I ruined your evening.”

“No!” Justin squeaked, and then cleared his throat. “You didn’t, C.”

“I wanted you to have fun,” JC said with Justin’s index and middle fingers against his lips, and suddenly those fingers made contact with warmth. Justin couldn’t stifle a small sigh when JC’s tongue curled around his fingertips. His brushing hand started to shake.

“I had fun,” Justin whispered. “I’m…having fun.”

“Me, too.” JC wrapped Justin’s arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I’m glad we did this. I haven’t seen you in so long, and…I really miss you, J.” Justin nodded and kissed JC’s head. JC sniffed and pulled Justin’s hand over his heart.

“Let me finish,” Justin whispered. He kept his left hand on JC’s chest and kept brushing his hair with the right. JC leaned forward, exposing the nape of his neck. Justin brushed the fine hairs, and then traced them with his fingers. Suddenly his lips were there, just gently pressed against the base of JC’s skull. JC sighed and wrapped his right hand around Justin’s, guiding him as he brushed the side of his hair. Together they moved the bristles down along the sparse stubble on JC’s face. JC shivered as Justin spread his fingers wider, tickling JC’s face as they pressed the hairbrush down his neck. Justin angled his face so his lips were against JC’s shoulder. “Is this ok?” he whispered as he gently slid the hairbrush through the sparse hair on JC’s chest.

“Yesssss,” JC whispered. Justin took a deep breath then exhaled it slowly against JC’s neck as he turned the hairbrush over to its smooth side. He closed his eyes and rubbed the brush against JC’s chest. He heard and felt the purr stewing within JC’s throat. The purr turned into a growl when Justin pivoted his hand, gently pressing the bristles against JC’s nipples. “Oh…yes,” JC said out loud. He pressed Justin’s right hand against his chest, and the hairbrush fell with a thud to the floor.

“Jace.” Justin wanted to stop, or ask permission or something, but he couldn’t. He was too far gone. Too hard. He covered JC’s pectorals with large hands and pushed JC back as he slid forward in the chair. JC sighed when he felt hardness against his back.

“I missed you,” JC whispered. He lifted Justin’s hand to his mouth. “So much.” He kissed and licked Justin’s fingertips as he slowly pressed his back against Justin’s crotch. “So much.” JC leaned back and guided Justin’s wet fingertips to his right nipple. It swelled at Justin’s touch. JC grunted something like “Oh my…” as Justin squeezed and rubbed both nipples to stiff peaks.

“Jace,” Justin said against JC’s neck, “I missed you, too.” He pulled JC back against him and kissed the side of JC’s face while his hands roamed all over JC’s chest and stomach.

“Ohhh,” moaned JC against Justin’s forehead. He guided Justin’s hand down his hard stomach to his lap. He held his breath as Justin cupped his erection. Justin smiled against JC’s cheek.

“You, too?”

“Me, too, Justin.” JC turned his head so they could rub noses. “Me, too,” he whispered. Justin mustered all his nerve and leaned in, but JC pulled back suddenly. Justin watched with frightened eyes as JC turned around on his knees to face him.

“Jus.” JC placed Justin’s hands in his hair and forced Justin to look at him up close. He looked almost as scared as Justin felt. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Justin.” His voice was shaky and timid, but he forced himself to say, “Justin, I have…dandruff. And I have zits.” He looked serious, like he thought this information would matter to Justin.

“Jace, I don’t mind.” Justin massaged the soft curls before moving to JC’s face. He touched the 2 pimples besmirching JC’s otherwise clear face. Then he kissed them, and JC purred again.

“J, thank you.” Justin leaned back before JC could kiss his lips.

“I’m prone to athlete’s foot,” Justin said, turning a little pink despite himself. “And…um…I think I have an ingrown toenail.”

“That’s alright. I don’t care,” JC whispered, his hands suddenly down on Justin’s feet, caressing the expensive sneakers. Justin swore he could actually feel JC’s warmth through the leather uppers. They stared at each other from a short distance as JC’s hands slid up Justin’s calves and legs. They leaned closer, breathing each other in before embracing.

“Jace—”

“Shhh. We’re gonna kiss now.”

Justin kept his eyes open as their lips met in a slow, soft kiss. He watched JC’s eyes flutter as they deepened it. Justin loved staring into that sweet silver blue, but he finally closed his eyes and let JC really kiss him. He let JC cradle his face and stroke his hot cheeks. He let JC nibble on his bottom lip. He let JC lick into his eagerly awaiting mouth, tasting him, drinking him. He let JC pull him out of the chair and lay him down on the floor, where they made out for a nice, long time. Justin loved JC kissing him and pressing him into the hardwood floor, but it was killing his back.

“Hey…mmm…hey, stop,” Justin whispered. Before JC could question, Justin smiled and said, “Let’s get more comfortable.”

“Yes,” JC said with a bashful smile. They stood and held hands during the very short trip to the bed. Once there, JC gently pressed Justin down on his back. They kissed again, slow…as slow as they could go with growing erections rubbing against thighs. JC leaned up on hands and knees, hovering over Justin, just kissing the tip of Justin’s nose…the corner of Justin’s mouth…his eyelids…his earlobes…his temples.

“That tickles,” Justin whispered, trying not to giggle like a girl, when JC’s kisses wandered across his scalp.

“Sorry,” JC laughed, but he didn’t stop. Justin didn’t want him to. JC leaned closer to press wet kisses to Justin’s shaved head, giving Justin access to his neck and collarbone. Justin inhaled deeply; the tea tree oil was starting to grow on him. “I stink, huh?”

“No…you smell fine,” Justin murmured into JC’s neck. He wrapped his arms around JC’s body and nibbled on his skin. “You smell…so good.”

“Mmmm…Justin. So sweet,” JC whispered as he licked Justin’s earlobe. Justin gnawed on his lips to keep from begging or moaning too loudly. “You’re so sweet, J. You’ve been so good to me tonight.” Justin groaned as he pulled JC down on top of him and tilted his head up to meet JC’s mouth. They French kissed deep and wet, Justin’s hands in JC’s curls, JC’s hands roaming everywhere. “So good,” JC groaned with Justin’s tongue in his mouth.

“Love kissing you,” Justin mumbled before diving in for more.

“I want to be good to you,” JC whispered as his hands slipped up inside Justin’s shirt. “Will you let me be good to you, baby?” Justin nodded frantically, then gasped when JC thumbed a tight nipple. “Umm…let me be good to you, Justin.” JC licked into Justin’s mouth, then traced Justin’s trembling bottom lip with his tongue.

“Oh…God…Jace.”

“Mmm…let me take this off first.” JC slipped Justin’s shirt off effortlessly and was back sucking Justin’s tongue into his mouth immediately. Justin shivered at the contact. He arched his back, pressing his chest against JC’s, urging JC to reciprocate. “Yessss,” JC hissed against Justin’s lips, and bowed into Justin. They both smiled when their taut nipples brushed together.

“Let me feel you,” Justin whispered as he reached around to squeeze JC’s ass, pressing their groins together at the same time. “You feel so good. Wanna feel all of you.”

“You will, Justin.” JC swirled his tongue inside Justin’s warm mouth, tickling Justin’s teeth and tongue as he gently ground him into the bed. When Justin was whimpering properly, JC said, “Tell me where you want to be kissed.” Justin looked at him with wonder in his eyes.

“R—really?”

“Really.” JC smiled down at him as he waited for instruction, his hips moving against Justin’s only slightly impatiently. Justin bit his lip as he thought about where he wanted JC’s mouth next.

“Kiss me here.” Justin pointed to his Adam’s apple, then sank his fingers into JC’s hair as a gentle kiss was pressed to his throat. He let his mind wander as JC licked the slightly stubbly skin of his neck. When JC lifted his smiling eyes to Justin’s, he was directed to the large cross tattoo on Justin’s left shoulder. JC traced the tattoo with his tongue, then gently bit into the arm. “Oh…Jace...you do like to bite, don’t you?”

“Where’d you hear that?” JC asked, lips still sucking Justin’s shoulder.

“I think I read it in a magazine.” JC laughed and rolled off Justin a little, pressing his body to Justin’s right side.

“Don’t believe everything you read, baby.” Justin looked at JC’s swollen lips and secretly wished he’d seen those lips say what he just said. He touched JC’s mouth, and smiled broadly when JC repeated, “Baby.” Justin licked his lips, and JC sighed wantonly. “C’mon, J. Tell me where. Don’t be shy.”

“Kiss me here,” Justin whispered as he lifted his arm, and groaned when JC pressed his lips into his armpit. He’d been semi-kidding with the request, but quickly thanked his instincts. JC’s tongue tickled him, but instead of laughing Justin said, “Now…uh…baby…kiss my belly button.” JC was there straightaway, kissing and licking around and into Justin’s navel. He smiled as Justin’s stomach muscles quivered under him.

“Tell me where,” JC whispered.

“Here.” Justin had been toying with his nipples when said it. JC licked his way up to them, nudging Justin’s fingers away with his nose. He suckled Justin slowly, alternating lips and teeth, dry and sloppy wet.

“Jace, you’re making me so hard,” Justin moaned, and he rubbed his erection against JC’s stomach as proof. “Your mouth…want it on me.”

“Yeah?” JC asked.

“Yeah.” Justin licked his lips, and soon JC was on top of him again, kissing him frantically and working on the zipper of his pants. They managed to get the pants open without separating, but eventually Justin had to stop the kiss just to catch his breath.

“You kiss like you mean it.”

“Thank you,” Justin whispered. He reached for his cock to offer it to JC, but stopped when JC smiled wickedly.

“I’m not finished yet, Justin. Where else do you like to be kissed?”

“Oh, yeah,” Justin cooed. He happily allowed JC to remove his pants and underwear bit by bit, revealing new inches of skin, new places to kiss. Justin pointed to all the erogenous zones he’d already known about, and then discovered new ones—pretty much every place on his body went aflame when JC touched, kissed, licked, fondled, or sucked it. He knew JC didn’t really need direction, but he was happy to oblige. He pointed to or whispered where he wanted JC’s mouth; the soles of his feet, behind his knees, back to his nipples, his mouth again, behind his ear, the inside of his thigh, his ring fingers, the thumping center of his chest, the groove of his hip, the top of his ass, and the inside of his elbow. JC hummed as he went, leaving Justin’s skin wet with his saliva. Finally, moaning and writhing lewdly underneath JC, Justin pointed to his weeping cock.

“Mmm, baby,” purred JC before kissing the very tip. Justin gasped loudly.

“Oh…Jace…too good,” Justin grunted, hips writhing already. JC licked circles around the head as he cradled Justin’s genitals in both hands. With a hungry groan JC sucked Justin’s penis into his hot mouth. Justin cried out and came in JC’s mouth before he had the chance to give warning. JC purred as he swallowed, and Justin whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” as he stroked JC’s curls.

“You’re very welcome,” JC whispered. He licked his lips and looked up at Justin’s enraptured face. “So…you liked that?”

“Jace,” Justin said softly as he reached down for JC’s hand. “Kiss me.”

“You sure?” whispered JC as he crawled up Justin’s body. Justin nodded and parted his lips for JC’s deep kiss. He forced down a giggle when he tasted his own semen on JC’s lips. It was so warm, and Justin wanted more…wanted JC’s.

“Do you like the way I taste?” Justin whispered when JC let him up for air.

“I love the way you taste.” JC rubbed his nose against Justin’s. “Do you…um…maybe…want to taste me?”

“Please,” Justin whispered as he rolled JC onto his back.

JC let Justin remove the rest of his clothes. He let Justin explore his body with large, curious hands and a hungry mouth. He let Justin play with his nipples until he spread his legs and started to pant.

“Mmm…Justin…your hands,” JC groaned happily. He closed his eyes and arched into Justin’s touch, licking his lips hungrily when Justin began to slowly stroke his cock. Justin watched him for a few seconds before leaning down to kiss JC’s neck. Listening to and feeling and seeing JC writhe underneath him were enough to reawaken Justin’s spent erection, but Justin fought it. He wanted to make JC come…and then he wanted to fall asleep in JC’s arms.

“Baby,” Justin whispered as he kissed JC’s cheek. JC opened his eyes and smiled at him, reaching for Justin’s free hand and kissing it appreciatively. Justin held JC’s face as they kissed again, then let his hand slip up into JC’s soft mane. When Justin’s kisses moved toward the hairline, JC tensed up a little. “Sweetie, it’s ok. Your hair smells good,” Justin whispered as he buried his nose in the curls. He released JC’s cock and wrapped both arms protectively around his friend’s body. “I love your hair, baby. Always have.”

“Really?” JC squeaked.

“Absolutely.” Justin kissed JC one more time before moving down to his neck. He nibbled there for a little while, hoping to leave a nice mark right where anyone could see it. JC shifted upwards a few inches and fed his aching left nipple to Justin’s wet lips.

“Oh, fucking…ohhh,” JC growled as Justin suckled him. Justin looked up as he rubbed the tight protrusion lightly with the tip of his tongue. JC’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing was fast, his index finger in his mouth. Justin almost stopped what he was doing when he thought about that slick finger…where he’d like it to go. Justin’s cock twitched at the thought, so he quickly snapped out of it and started kissing down JC’s stomach.

“Yeah…finally,” Justin whispered when he was eye level with JC’s full erection. JC leaned up on his elbows and smiled expectantly.

“You want it?” JC mouthed. Justin looked from JC’s eyes to the flesh in his hands. A clear pearl of fluid slid from the tip. Justin never felt so hungry.

“I want it.” Justin licked his lips. JC bit his as he reached out to touch Justin’s cheek.

“Have me,” whispered JC, and he guided Justin by the chin down to his sex. Justin took him eagerly, moaning himself when JC’s hardness filled his mouth. He spread JC’s legs wide and planted himself firmly against JC’s ass. JC laughed or gasped or cursed—Justin wasn’t sure which. But Justin knew that JC liked the way he licked and sucked and kissed his penis. He knew by the way JC twisted his hips, the way JC pinched his own nipples, the way JC dug his fingernails into Justin’s shoulder. He knew because JC told him so.

“Mmm…baby…oh…that’s it, J. So good. Love your mouth on me. Yes. Yes. Oh…suck me…your mouth is so fucking good. Please. Oh….oh! Yeah, baby…suck them into your hot mouth…yes, baby.” JC leaned back, eyes closed, smiling wickedly, as Justin licked and sucked his testicles. He spoke from time to time, but his breathing became labored, and he needed his energy to moan and rub his stomach and whisper Justin’s name.

“That’s it, Jace,” Justin whispered. He’d tickled licked-wet fingers against JC’s hypersensitive perineum, eliciting sharp cries that indicated approaching climax. As much as he loved the taste and feel and smell of JC’s cock, he wanted to finish soon. He wanted to cuddle. And his lips were starting to hurt. JC was bigger than he’d ever imagined…and he’d imagined often.

“Can I? Huh?” JC asked, his voice high, his eyes glassy as he thrust faster up into Justin’s throat. “Can I, baby?” Hands and mouth busy, Justin could only wink his consent. JC let out a strangled cry as he went rigid and ejaculated in Justin’s mouth. Justin matched JC’s purrs as he swallowed, letting JC’s seed linger on his tongue just a little while…just long enough to memorize the taste.

“That was fun,” Justin giggled as slithered up JC’s sweaty body, leaving kisses and soft bites here and there. He lay on top of JC and hugged him, burying his face in JC’s hair. “So much fun.”

“You wanted me to get out more,” JC chuckled. Justin kissed him softly, stroked his ears, traced the curve of his cheekbones. They were both fighting sleep, but neither would submit just yet. They rolled on their sides facing one another, their bodies pressed tightly together. JC held Justin’s hand as he kissed him.

“I just wanted to…um…this…I needed this,” JC stammered. He smiled shyly, and Justin couldn’t help smiling too. “This is just what I needed. I think. You know? I mean…um…you, I mean. You.”

“I know what you mean.” Justin kissed JC’s ear and whispered, “I needed, too.”

“Me?”

“Yeah…you.” They kissed softly and snuggled down in the bed. Justin smiled against JC’s neck. “So…am I spending the night?”

“Yes, you are.”

“I didn’t want to assume—”

“Yes, you did.” Justin kissed JC’s temple, imagining the kiss was seeping into the grey matter below. JC was pretty smart, he thought. He liked that. He wanted his boyfriend to have brains. And a dead sexy body. “I bet you planned this all along,” JC yawned, then pressed a gentle kiss into Justin’s neck. “Desert me for months…make me miss you like crazy…then come seduce me with scalp massage and tea tree oil.” Justin hid a smile in JC’s hair. Yep, JC was a fucking genius.

“I had to get it while the getting was good, baby,” Justin laughed. When JC didn’t say anything, Justin hugged him tighter and cleared his throat. “Um…so…I’m going to be going on the road in a few weeks.”

“I know,” JC grunted.

“And…your album is coming. And then you’ll be touring.”

“Maybe,” JC giggled.

“Definitely.” They smiled at one another for a few sweet seconds. Then Justin’s smile slipped away a little. “It’s just…we’ll hardly have time to see each other.” JC nodded sadly as he stroked Justin’s cheek. “It was hard enough before, but now that we’re…I mean…now that I know you…too. You know. I just…I’ll miss you, JC.”

“We’ll make the time, Justin. Somehow, baby. We’ll make it work.” JC’s voice was steady, sure. Justin smiled. JC was always right. Fashion and facial hair choices aside, JC was always right.

“OK.” Justin leaned over and pressed his lips to JC’s cheek. “Promise to come see me?”

“I promise to come see you,” JC said, then with a shy grin he whispered, “If…you promise to wash my hair again.” Justin slipped his fingers through JC’s curls, baby-kissed a line up JC’s face, and whispered a promise into the sweet smelling scalp.

JC woke up before 9 AM for the first time since the tour ended nearly a year ago. He grimaced at his alarm clock, then smiled when he remembered the warm body wrapped around him. He turned over slowly and smiled wider. Justin looked as peaceful and well rested as JC felt just then. JC wondered briefly if Justin had missed him and longed for him and wanted him as badly as he’d wanted Justin all those months that they’d been on hiatus. He wondered if Justin had ever broken out or had sleepless nights or had cried at all. He wondered if Justin wanted the same things he did. Then Justin murmured something in his sleep and snuggled closer, his hand slipping casually down between JC’s legs. JC looked down at Justin breathing on his neck, at Justin’s heart beating steadily against his, at Justin’s feet entwined with his, at Justin’s hand wrapped possessively around his cock. JC stopped wondering.

After a few moments JC slipped out of Justin’s embrace and tiptoed into the bathroom. He winced at the sun shining in his eyes, then let out a loud, satisfied sigh as he peed. He stopped the breath abruptly when he remembered Justin was still sleeping…in his bed. Justin. JC couldn’t stop smiling as he washed his hands. He smiled at himself in the mirror as he let that thought sink in.

“Justin’s here,” JC said to his reflection. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair—the hair both he and Justin loved so much—and didn’t even bother to check his scalp for flakes. Then he looked closer at the face that couldn’t stop smiling.

The pimples were gone.

The End

Copyright © July 30, 2003 by KTA

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