By Zaen
You
weren’t prepared for the night that your current girlfriend met your not so
current…whatever Justin was to you. You
were out having a drink, having a good time in public for a change, when you
felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You turned to see Lance and Justin walking
toward you. They looked tense. You felt tense. She was ecstatic.
“Hey,
Lance,” she said with a kiss to his cheek.
Lance smiled at you and cleared his throat. She flipped her hair and looked up at Justin
expectantly.
“JustinthisisEva,” both you and Lance blurted
out. You held your breath, but Justin’s
stern look melted away as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“Nice
to finally meet you,” Justin said softly.
He had on his fake smile, but you saw him so infrequently that you
weren’t certain which smiles were which anymore.
“You, too, Justin.
Any friend of JC’s is a friend of mine,” Eva said with a wide grin. Justin nodded, cocked his head, and offered
to buy your girlfriend another drink.
You watched them walk away, and finally exhaled.
“Well,
that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lance laughed.
You shrugged and slurped up the rest of your drink. “I ran into him a few minutes ago. Cameron must be out of town or something.”
“Mmm.”
“He
said there’s a party at whatshername’s house later,”
Lance said plainly. You nodded like you
understood, but you were staring at Justin talking to the woman you were
sleeping with, so you didn’t care which whatshername
it was this time. “I guess Justin’s
trying to be nice to us peons. I mean,
it’s still weird with him, but…I don’t know.
Sounds like a good party. Wanna
go?”
“Um?” Eva caught your
eye and waved. Justin caught your eye
and licked his lips. “Yeah, ok, why
not?”
Not
ten minutes after you got to whatshername’s A-list
party, you found yourself in a bathroom, leaning against a $2000 blown glass
pedestal sink, your pants down around your ankles, Justin sucking you until you
were so hard you thought your cock would break in half.
“Remember
your promise,” Justin had whispered when you all had left the bar. “The next time we see each other.” You’d swallowed and let your girlfriend pull
you to your car.
“Oh…Justin…shit. Someone’s gonna hear us.”
Justin
let your weeping cock slip from his mouth and went for his belt. “Good.”
“But
we don’t have anything,” you warned even as you ripped his pants down.
“I
don’t care,” he kept saying as he kissed you and pulled you down on top of
him. “Do it, JC. C’mon.
Fuck me.” Justin spread his legs
and veiled your destination with his fingertips. “Fuck me, JC.
Please.”
After
a clumsy rush through the medicine cabinet, you found some lotion that looked
ok in a pinch. You only needed to use a
bit of it after you rimmed Justin to one orgasm, wet your fingers with his
semen, and fingerfucked him hard across the
linoleum. Justin started groaning loudly
for your cock. You’d been in the
bathroom less than ten minutes.
“You
have condoms?” Justin groaned as you stretched him with lotion-slick fingers.
“Um…no.”
“Fucking
liar,” he hissed with a smile. You
smiled back and heaved his legs over your shoulders. “Good…good…yes,” he cried into your mouth
when you slid inside him. “Nothin’ between us now, JC. Nothing.”
“Nothin’, baby.”
At
least you were trying to be quiet. You weren’t
so sure about Justin. He was moaning
loudly from the beginning. You tried
quieting him with your mouth, but his kisses only made you moan
louder. It had been too long since you’d
been inside him, and you were losing control quickly. Just when you thought you might enjoy losing
control only 10 feet and one door away from hundreds of people, there was a
knock on the door.
“JC,
honey, are you in there?” You tried to
freeze, but Justin kept pulling you into him, kept pulling you down on top of
him. “Has anyone in there seen a
gorgeous 5 foot 11 inch brunette?”
“You tryin’ to squeeze an inch in
on your girlfriend?” Justin grunted against your neck. You tried to shush him, but the only way to
keep him quiet, it seemed, was to kiss him.
You almost forgot about Eva at the door, until you heard the doorknob
jiggling.
“Fffcck!” you grunted into Justin’s mouth.
“Shhh. Hold still, baby.” You were shivering, from fear that you’d be
caught and your lives would be changed forever.
And you were shivering from desperate longing to be caught and have your lives changed forever.
“Is
anyone in there? Jace?” she singsonged. Justin smiled at you and squeezed you with
his body. You had to bury your face in
his shoulder to smother a groan.
“Stop
it, J,” you hissed, but you weren’t stopping either. The doorknob jiggled again. Justin licked your lips.
“Shall
we invite her in?”
“J!”
“Want
me to call her?” Justin whispered as he writhed underneath you. “I want her to see.”
“Justin,
don’t—”
“I
want her to see you inside me.” Justin
opened his mouth, but instead of calling out, he closed his eyes and leaned
back, letting go a silent growl. You
forgot your girlfriend at the door, bent Justin in half, and fucked him until
you both came, panting and swallowing each other’s names.
You
cleaned up, you dressed each other, and you calmed down. Then you remembered the door. Justin snuck out first, and seemed genuinely
disappointed that no one was there to discover you two.
You
caught up with Eva later. She was happy,
like she was when you got there. She had
no idea, and you discovered you were a little disappointed yourself.
You
waited, and let your girlfriend hang all over you, as she was wont to do since you two got together. It made you a little uncomfortable,
especially with Justin eyeing you from seemingly every corner of every room in
the house.
You
were nearly out the door, Eva hanging on you and chatting with people at the
same time, when Justin slithered up behind you.
“Did
you have a good time?” he hissed loudly in your ear. Before you could answer, Eva turned into you
and kissed you on the corner of your mouth.
“We
had a great time,” she answered for you.
Justin’s eyes went wide for a split second, and then he cocked his head
and gave her his best, fakest smile. You
swallowed and prayed Lance would come to your rescue immediately.
“I’m
glad to hear that,” Justin cooed. He
rubbed the small of your back and snickered, “I’m glad to hear that JC has
someone in his life. He can be so…I
don’t know…secretive sometimes.”
“Justin?”
you hissed.
“You
know, I’ve noticed that myself,” Eva said matter-of-factly.
“I’m
sure you have.” Justin’s hand slid down
just to touch the top of your pants.
“It’s good that he’ll be, uh, grounded now. Otherwise he’s bound to just go off by
himself…doing God knows what,” Justin said with saccharine sincerity. “With God knows whom.”
“Really?”
“Mmm. I guess it’s a sign of maturity that JC
can…commit to just one person—”
“Really
funny, J,” you laughed, hoping that would be the end of it.
“I’m
just saying that…that…JC is…um…private.”
Justin nodded proudly and slipped his hand down to just touch the top of
your ass. You shivered.
“I
know,” Eva squeaked happily. “That’s one
of the things I love about him!”
“Me, too.” Justin
said it so softly you weren’t sure he said it at all.
“Um,
I think we should go now, hon,” you said to Eva. Justin’s eyes narrowed at the end of that
sentence.
“M’kay, lover.” Eva wrapped her arm around you, just barely
missing Justin’s hand retracting quickly from the back of your pants. “It was really nice to meet you, Justin. I hope we’ll get to hang out soon!”
“I
hope so, too. I never get to see JC
anymore.” Justin smiled wickedly at Eva
rubbing your stomach. “He’s always so
busy with all his friends and…people he knows.”
Your throat went dry. You coughed
to cover up Justin saying, “I barely got to see him tonight. I was looking for you a while ago, Jace.” You froze, eyes on the ground.
“I was looking all over for ya, and then I
lost you near that back bathroom—”
“What
did you say?” Eva asked over the sudden swell of noise—you humming to the party
music.
“JC’s
always disappearing, aren’t ya, C?” Justin smiled, but his eyes were hard. “You never know when he’s going to find
someone—I mean, something new to, uh, be into. Right, JC?”
“Come
again?” she asked, but you could tell by her face that she heard every word.
“Nothing. I’m sure
you’ll find out all of JC’s little secrets soon enough.” The bite in his voice dumfounded you.
“Yeah,
I guess,” she said sarcastically. She
turned to wave at another flavor of the month, her attention averted
momentarily. “Hey,
girl!”
“You
hurt him and I’ll hurt you,” Justin mumbled.
You could hardly believe he’d said it.
If you hadn’t seen his lips move, you wouldn’t have believed
it.
“Did
you say something else, Justin?” Eva retorted, eyes narrowed
in annoyance. Justin shrugged
innocently, and then they both looked at you.
You felt proud and disgusted at the same time.
“Let’s
go, baby,” Eva sighed as she shook her head dismissively, and Justin leaned
against the wall as he bid you goodnight.
You gave Justin a withering look and let your girlfriend pull you away.
You
got angry later, after she started asking about Justin’s behavior, and you had
to fuck her brains out just to make her forget.
You’d never be that reckless with Cameron, you told yourself. You’d never go out of your way to fuck up
Justin’s relationship…his life.
Remembering Justin’s flippant words made you angrier with him. Remembering his body underneath you, his
hands reaching for you, and his voice quietly screaming your name made you miss
him all over again. You fell asleep
feeling more confused than ever.
~~*~~
Your
time in
Once
the flight attendant replaced your meal tray with a pillow and blanket, you sat
back, relaxed, and pushed play. You
recognized the music instantly. It was
the mellow, bass-heavy instrumental track Justin pretended to want your opinion
on. You nodded in time to the music and
waited, but it kept on keeping on. It
was pretty nondescript, like background music.
You sighed and pushed your seat back into a reclining position. Between Justin’s mellow music and your book,
you figured you might get in a little sleep.
You weren’t reading Gender, Pop
Culture, and Alternative Sexualities for 10 seconds before Justin’s voice
came on the CD, and you knew you’d figured wrong.
“Listen…listen…listen…”
You
smiled and closed your book.
“Remember
this day, Jace?”
Justin’s voice was soft, a bit whimsical. You could hear him smiling as he spoke. “You were so good. I wonder what you’re doing right now, C. I wonder where you are.” You pulled the blanket over you and snuggled
down further in your seat, your legs open just the slightest bit. “Listen to us, C. This is you and me…this is us.”
You bit your lip as you listened…
J…what are
you doing?
Mmm…you said we’d be alone.
But…but…oh.
The music mixed well with the smacking sounds of Justin going
down on you.
And with your sighs and pleas as Justin entered your body.
You’re so delicious, baby. So…so hungry for you, C. You…oh, God.
Even
a recording of Justin’s voice could grab your attention.
MMm…shit.
Aw…that’s…so good. Justin…don’t stop.
Never, C.
Ooohhhhh…oh…
Ahhh…God, you’re so hot inside.
Insiiiiiiiiide…
Insiiiiide…yes.
You
almost laughed aloud. You’d forgotten
how you two had “sung” to each other along with the music, harmonizing and
rhyming and vocalizing lazily as you made love.
This was the first time you’d ever heard what you two sounded like
fucking, music or no. Something about it
seemed familiar, like the discarded recordings you two used to make years ago,
when no one else was around. Back then
it was all Girl I love you and Yeaaaaahhh, girrrrrl. Now it was Fuck me and Don’t stop and I need you and Yeaaaah, baby. You shivered when you realized that you
didn’t sound so different from back then after all.
You
taste so good…feel so good, JC…
Missed
this so much, Jus…
You
crossed your legs.
You’re so tight…you’ve been savin’ it for me, haven’t you baby?
Always for you, J…Always…
You
squeezed your legs together.
Aw, C…needed you like this.
Been so long.
I’ve got to…ohhh
Yes…Justin…love you inside me…
“God, listening to us makes me sooooo
hot, JC,” Justin said over the sound of your lovemaking. You whimpered and recrossed
your legs, but it was no use. You were
achingly hard.
In
the background you could still hear your sex-music recording, but now your
attention was firmly placed on Justin’s voice in the foreground. He was talking to you as he listened. You swallowed a pathetic whimper.
“Damn, it’s so hot hearing us making love,”
he groaned, and you couldn’t agree more.
“Do you like listening to us, JC?”
You twisted as much as you could, trying to cross
your leg over your erection. “We sound
so good together. We always sound so
good together, baby. I wanted you so
much that day.” Justin stopped talking,
and for a moment you were afraid that the CD was over. Then you heard something like a jingle…a clink…a
zipper. You put your hand in your mouth
to keep yourself quiet. “I wanted you…I
wanted you…I want you, JC. Now. I want you.”
“Shit,” you peeped against the back
of your hand.
“I’m taking my clothes off,
JC.” You started to pant. “I’m getting naked here, for you, JC.” You turned the air on above your seat, full
blast. “I can’t help it, JC. Listening to you, remembering what it was
like to be inside you…I have to…mmm,” Justin growled,
slightly garbled. You knew that
sound. Justin was sucking on his
fingers. You fumbled with your bottle of
water and nearly choked as you rushed to swallow.
“JC. JC. Can you hear me, baby? Can you hear me touching myself for you?”
“Yes,” you whispered into your
elbow.
“Yeah, I bet you can.” Justin breathed for a while, loudly, and it
was like the phone sex that you two used to have all the time, before his
girlfriend came along and dominated all his free time. Soon the recording of you two making love
faded down, and all you could hear was Justin sighing and the faintest slap of
skin. “Mmmm…JC…I’m
so…want you. God.” You heard
movement; Justin must have been in the old recliner in his private den-cum-mini
studio. It squeaked when the sitter rocked
against it. You knew because you rode Justin
on that chair many times…before she came along.
A few more squeaks, and then Justin giggled, “Mmm…JC. I want you right now. Listen to me…oh. JC. Honey?”
“Uh-huh?” you barely groaned, like
he could hear you.
“JC. Wanna listen to me fuck myself?”
“Shit!” You hoped no one heard you, and you hoped no
one noticed you slip your hand down into your lap to cup yourself.
“Oh, I gotta hear that again.” More movement, and then your recording came
on again. “That’s better. I want to hear us again. You’re so sexy, man.” You wanted more than anything to be there,
with Justin, listening to your lovemaking, watching him react. The only thing you could do was squeeze your
eyes shut and wish your erection down.
But listening to Justin masturbate was only making you harder.
“Yeah. Ok Ok. That’s it, Jace. Ok.
I’m almost…almost ready for you.”
You bit your lip. Justin was bringing
you in, making you feel like you were there, like it was you that was about to—
“Oh!
JC! God! You’re…oh…oh…oh. You’re filling me. Baby. I’m fucking myself for you,” Justin
whispered. It was all you could do to
keep from unzipping and pulling your dick out.
You tried to take deep breaths, but it didn’t help. Justin panted as he described what he was
doing to himself…what you were doing to him.
He told you how wide his legs were.
He told you how deep his fingers were inside himself. How deep you were. You coughed and slipped your hand under your
waistband.
To the sounds of
you two making love, Justin singsonged in your ear, “I’m
so hot for you, baby. I want you
so bad. Oh.” You gave yourself a few tugs, but then
someone walked past you, and you quickly stopped. “I wish you were here. I can remember every inch of you, everything
you said, everything you did to me.”
“J,” you whispered helplessly.
“I can still taste you, JC. You know…I miss your taste when we’re not
together.” You sighed
uncontrollably. He always knew how to
get to you. “Sometimes I…I wish I could
just…bottle your taste, baby. Yeah, I
wish I could…oh…keep your taste. Your essence. Your …your semen.”
You took a quick look around, shoved the airline blanket down hard in
your lap and unzipped in one fell swoop.
You bit your lip to keep from growling, and let your cock bounce forth
so it rubbed against the folds of your clothes and the blanket. “I wish I could just keep it with me, take it
with me everywhere. So when I want you
and you’re not here, I could just put a little of you on my tongue.”
“Oh.” You turned toward the window and hoped no
one, not even your faithful bodyguard seated behind you would figure out what
was going on. That the
sound of Justin making love to himself with your name on his lips was driving
you insane. That you tried more
than once to press your headphones completely inside your ears, so you
could drown out everything but the whisper and the music and the smack of his
lubed-up fingers. That you were drooling
from your mouth onto your chin, and from your meatus
all over your pants.
“Oh, baby. Wish you were here now, Jace. I need you so much, man. You don’t even know, do you? I need just a little piece…just a little bit
of you with me always…always…always.”
You whimpered and pulsed your hips, just a
little bit, just enough to get a good friction going between your crotch and
your pants. “I just need a piece of you,
baby,” Justin cooed in your headphones, in your ear, in your head. “Just when I need you. So I can have a little bit of you whenever I
need it.” You squeezed yourself into as
tight a ball as possible and listened to what you knew was coming. You knew Justin’s cries of impending orgasm
like you knew your own. “Oooohhh God, JC. You
don’t know how much I…oh…shit. JC…you’re
making me…you’re so deep inside me…oh Gooooooo…baby…I
can’t take it. I can’t take it. JC. JC. JC!
Oh.
Oh, sweetheart. Thank you, baby.”
Justin
knew you so well. He knew you’d listen
to the whole CD, and that you’d react.
He knew you’d squirm in your seat and try to fight it. And he knew you’d give in eventually and wrap
yourself up in a ball and try to surreptitiously slip your hand down your
pants. What Justin probably hadn’t known
was that his voice would get you so hot—so fast—that you’d come right there, in
your pants, before you even could jerk off properly. You were pretty quiet, and tried your best to
disguise your moans as yawns when you came.
When you finally calmed down and opened your eyes, the cabin was quiet
and still. You thanked God for that and
carefully tucked yourself back in. You
thought briefly of going to the bathroom and cleaning up, but a long nap
sounded more appealing.
Right
before landing you shoved the damp-spotted airline blanket into your duffle bag
and left the flight attendant a 300% tip for your drinks.
~~*~~
For
the first time you spent Thanksgiving with Chris and his family. It was a refreshingly drama-free time, until
you and Chris went to the porch for some whiskey, and he let slip that he knew
everything.
“What…what
do you mean?” you stammered.
“Please,
C. Justin and I haven’t spoken much
since Joey’s wedding, but…I knew, even then.”
“He
told you?”
“Nobody
had to tell me,” Chris said. “I know
you, and I know him. I could tell ever
since you two got together four years ago.”
“What? J and I have only been togeth—I
mean, we’ve only been doing…this…um, like, about two years.”
Chris
smirked at you. “I didn’t say I’ve known
since you two have been fucking. I said I’ve
known since you’ve been…together.”
“But we—oh.” You
thought about how you and Justin were before you started having sex. Before you two started fooling around. In some ways, you two were closer when you
were just friends. “Justin and I are not…‘together.’”
“Could have fooled me.”
“He
has a girlfriend,” you mumbled.
“So
do you.”
“He
thinks he’s straight.”
“So
do you, if those Pussymaster
T-shirts and jeans you wear are any indication!”
“Yeah,
well.” You smiled. You really missed having Chris around. “It’s just sex for Justin.”
“And what about foryou, C?” Chris
looked at you sternly. “You two both
like to pretend like you’re not the romantic, flowers and chocolates type, but
look at you! You’ve been in a ‘relationship’
or whatever for years. Your screwed up thing has outlasted both of your public relationships
since you started, am I right?”
“No, I…um.” You
counted back. Eva, Cameron, Carlos,
Alyssa, Tara, Jenna and all the others in between—Justin was the only one you’d
stayed with in all that time. He was the
only constant. And he was the only one
you never had completely to yourself.
“If
you want to be together, then tell him, C.”
“It’s
not like…we’re not…we see other…I mean—”
“Whatever, JC. Just,
just do something about this. It’s
annoying as hell, and I want my best friend back. Watching you two go back and forth is like watching
a bullfight, man. And I hate
bullfights!”
“I
know, Chris.” You sipped your drink and
sighed. “Can we drop this, and go have
some sweet potato pie?”
“Yes,
please!”
Once
the holidays were in full swing you really, really started to miss him. Despite near constant attention from your
girlfriend, you were starting to feel restless.
You hadn’t talked to Justin in weeks.
You’d started checking your email daily, just in case. You’d even taken to listening to the CD he
sent you, just to hear his voice. You
spent New Year’s Eve with your girlfriend on your lap, hoping your cell phone
would vibrate and you could slip away, just for a minute, just to talk to him. Waiting for a call that never came totally
ruined your evening.
~~*~~
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Copyright October 25, 2005