Chapter II

He was spread out, his legs shaped like a V and he squealed as he stretched, his muscles strung so tight and so sore, feeling as if he had tuned them while walking around the world. He brought his knees closer to his body, trying to gain some heat back. The sheet was half on him, half off, slipping over the side of the bed.

Something was missing.

Justin opened his eyes, already noticing something. And gigantic fears made his heart pound like crazy, his tired eyes darting every which way before he heard a groan and a mumble off to the side. Slowly and quietly he shimmied over to the side of the bed, his head peeking over the side and there he was, naked and gorgeous and still asleep.

There was a pair of jeans stuffed behind Jayce's head and a small hand cradled his face. Justin's face burned with embarrassment but he was grateful for the early morning picture.

After watching the young man sleep for a good 5 minutes and after realizing the other was probably uncomfortable, he reached down and poked the brunette.

"Jayce," he whispered. Nothing but a grumble.

"Ey, Jayce, wake up," he tried again, this time shoving his shoulder and then dark lashes fluttered and slowly eyelids lifted and glass eyes were staring back at him, half shielded. And good lord, was he beauty in a bottle.

"Hm?" Jayce asked, blinking before taking in his surroundings, his brow knit at the fact that he was on his carpet. "How'd I get here?"

Justin shrugged as best he could and Jayce sat up, stretching. Justin couldn't help himself; his eyes roamed low, his jaw slacking.

Jayce laughed and took the jeans, covering his groin and Justin looked up with a shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take over your bed."

"It's all good. Are you... You feel ok?" he asked carefully and Justin's brow furrowed before the wrinkles flattened and he blushed with a chuckle.

"A little sore but I heard that's supposed to happen," he smiled and Jayce returned it, nodding to himself as the silence ensued.

Finally, Justin cleared his throat and slipped from the bed, his hands by his side as he searched for his clothes. Slipping on his pants he reached down for his shirt. Jayce stayed on the floor.

"Your shoes are over there," the young man offered and Justin followed the pointed finger. He flashed Jayce a grateful smile before walking over, and sliding into his shoes. It wasn't uneasy, this scrambling to leave, it was just confusing.

"Hey," Justin called out before he reached for the doorknob of the bedroom. Jayce's ears perked and he ran a hand through his heavy hair. He didn't even want to imagine what the hell it looked like.

"Yeah?" Jayce asked, standing, a hand covering himself decently. Justin made his eyes stay on the brunette's face.

"Well... I just... So this was just a--"

"Seems so," Jayce mumbled, looking to the ground ashamed.

Justin smiled. "Alright, well... well it was great, so... so good job," he laughed, blushing.

Jayce smiled also, grateful for the tension lifter. "Yeah, you were good too."

"Thanks."

Jayce whistled softly. Justin took a deep breath before turning to the door.

"Check ya later," he threw over his shoulder, walking through the large apartment to the door and with one last breath, exited the penthouse.

* * *

"Can I get you something?"

The woman turned around, bright eyes lined with dark coal. She smiled and Jayce noticed lipstick on her teeth.

"Are you on the menu?"

Jayce gave a crooked smile. "At a hefty price, I must warn."

The woman laughed softly before laying down a few dollars. "Just a shot of Tequila, hon," she said and Jayce nodded, taking the money and reaching for a shot glass.

It was a slow night, Mondays had always been, but there were still enough people to fill the room, mostly younger people. It was the summer and all the college kids would fill the place up in no time.

"Here ya go, ma'am." Jayce gave the woman her drink and gray eyes flashed at him.

"Thanks, sugar."

Jayce sighed and he scratched his leg, the glittery flared pants he wore itchy. He had no shirt on, just a black silk tie tied around his neck and he was chilled, his nipples hard. He ran a hand through his long hair, suddenly feeling naked.

"Hey, let me get a beer," came a voice and Jayce blinked, focusing on the grinning face before him, framed by long blonde waves.

"Last time I checked, you were too young," he countered as he came closer to the bar. Justin rested his arms on the wood counter, gleaming smile in place.

"How are you?"

Jayce placed the opened beer on the counter, crossing his arms as Justin took it and took a quick gulp.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. I'm good, how are you?"

Justin scratched at his neck, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been bored."

Jayce smiled, "And you're telling me this why?"

Justin's smile faltered. "I don't know... Should I not be telling you this?"

There was suddenly a tense moment and Jayce straightened, swallowing hard.

"Never mind, I just wanted to say hey." Justin started for the floor again.

Jayce was quick to respond. "I'm glad you did," he said, restraining from reaching out to stop the blonde. Curls bounced as the younger man looked back. "I'm glad you did," he repeated and Justin nodded. "And I get off at 12, just so you know."

Justin produced a blinding smile and Jayce chuckled, his chest relaxed when the blonde left with his beer, his hips already shaking to the up tempo tune of KC and The Sunshine Band.

He glanced down at his watch, anticipating 12:00 madly.

* * *

Justin was standing outside, his red silk jacket covering the striped t-shirt glinting in the street light. Jayce scratched at his bare stomach.

He didn't wear a jacket tonight, it was warm enough outside and plus, he wasn't in anything too revealing.

"Foxy should be printed right here," Justin said, his hand sliding across Jayce's stomach, tickling his belly button. He just rolled his eyes in response.

"So where are we going?" the brunette asked, crossing his arms as they started down the street. Justin shrugged but didn't look at Jayce. His face was an almost ghostly shade in the dim light of the street lamp, but it was beautiful with color.

So they walked, Justin with his hands in his pants, Jayce with his arms crossed, silence warm and enclosing around them.

By the time they had gotten back to Jayce's apartment, Justin was panting and his leg was cramping, Jayce quick to tease him.

"You're fucking out of shape," he chided and Justin rolled his eyes, resting against the stonewall. "And you're the one who started walking in the first place!"

"I didn't think we were going to walk across the fucking country!" Justin quipped and Jayce smiled, running a hand down the other's arm, patting his stomach.

"Well think about all the fat you burned. Hm?" he encouraged and Justin swiped at his hand.

"I have no fat, thank you very much."

Jayce grinned, moving closer, fingers pinching at Justin's stomach, the blonde wriggling away before realizing he had no where else to go and then, in the next instant, Jayce's arms were around his waist and his tongue was in the brunette's mouth.

His nails raked over the broad back, smooth skin pulled tight over bone and he kissed Jayce's bottom lip as they separated. He wanted Jayce to invite him up but he knew he'd turn it down anyway.

"You need to go?" Jayce asked and Justin decided he'd keep this one.

"Yeah," he nodded, still close, sharing the body heat. "I'll catch ya later, then."

Jayce nodded, Justin slipping out of his embrace. "Later," he replied to the disappearing figure.

* * *

It was weird, the daydreams. He never dreamed of him at night, only when he was at work, or eating or... really, anytime when he was awake. But they were all the same. All fantasies of what he wanted, of something he hoped would happen... soon.

"He's dreaming of lover boy again," a friend of his, Cherry, complained as she talked on the phone and he ignored her, blinking back into reality.

He laid back on his couch, spreading out his legs, letting his bare calves land on her skirt. She shifted and started to pet his shin, still talking animatedly on his phone.

"Yeah, I don't see what's so great about this guy... Yeah, some kid."

Jayce closed his eyes. "He has a nipple ring, ya know."

There was silence before there was a squeal and Jayce laughed, Cherry slapping his leg.

"Did you hear that? Yes! A nipple ring! ... Exactly! Who gets that?!" Cherry cried, shuddering. "Poor baby, think of how sensitive they must be now." And Jayce laughed, because they were very sensitive, and he knew.

"Here, you talk to him." The phone was passed to him and he took it with out opening his eyes.

"‘Ello?"

"A nipple ring?!"

Jayce smiled. "Hi, Johnny. And yes, a nipple ring."

"Did you touch it?" the other asked, interested.

"Yeah, it just feels like an earring--"

"Through your nipple!!" Cherry hollered from beside him and he opened his eyes, glaring.

"I mean, I've never seen one but it's not that outrageous," he defended, suddenly filled with a weird feeling.

"Yes, sweetie, it is," Johnny laughed and Jayce furrowed his brow.

"What about those girls who go around plastering all those rockstar's dicks. You never thought that was weird."

"True, but this is different."

Jayce shook his head. He knew it wasn't but didn't even want to start arguing, especially about something so petty.

"Well, I'm gonna go, I'll see ya Johnny." JC hung up and put down the cordless phone, giggling when Cherry tickled his feet.

"So you like him?"

Jayce closed his eyes. "Who?"

"Who?" Cherry mocked. "Who the hell do you think, ma'am."

Jayce rolled his eyes. "Who knows, I mean... he's young--"

"You're young."

"And I just... I don't know."

Cherry smiled unbeknownst to Jayce. The smile on his face told her everything.

* * *

"Ah, so you're back?"

Justin turned and there was Mike Maroe, toothpick and all, standing beside him with a glass in hand. He offered it and Justin took it graciously.

"Thanks," he nodded and took a swig, panting when he finished, the liquid burning his throat.

"You ever had whiskey before, kid?" Mike asked and Justin grimaced. Mike laughed, patting him on the back.

"So, have you reconsidered being a dancer?"

Justin shook his head, the hand on the small of his back steering off the dance floor. He stayed silent about that though.

"No, I'm sorry. I... I'm fine just being a spectator."

Mike laughed loudly this time and now, Justin found himself on a stool in front of the bar. He discretely looked around for him, but had to look at Mike before he became conspicuous.

"You're the first person to turn down a job here, you know that? I'm confused. You dance here, almost every night. You could be getting some bread for those hips," he chuckled and Justin laughed himself, shaking his head.

"I just... I'd rather come here and dance as I may, rather than have a job to fulfill. Do you understand what I'm sayin'?"

"I hear ya, I hear ya. But if you're ever running low on cash, or something, you always have a spot here."

Justin was curious. Why had this man taken an interest in him? Why not any other person here. He surely wasn't the best dancing nor the nicest looking, so why him?

"Hey, uncle Mike, I need a favor."

Justin turned at the familiar voice and was smackdad in front of Jayce, the young bartender looking rushed. He looked at Mike who looked at Jayce then at him. Jayce watched it all.

"This your uncle?" Justin asked, looking from Mike to Jayce again.

"You know each other?" Mike asked, looking between the two.

Jayce shrugged. "We've seen each other around," he mumbled and gave Justin a wave. Mike laughed, as usual, before patting Justin on the back again, his large hand squeezing his shoulder.

"Well Justin, this is my nephew, Josh. But everyone calls him Jayce, they thinks it's cooler or something." Justin joined in the fake laughter. "And Jayce, this is Justin, a party go-er here. He's Malik's friend."

Justin, now with his ears perked, tried to look nonchalant and not a bit curious. He looked to Jayce but the other was talking to his uncle, too quiet for him to hear.

His mind ventured and Justin couldn't help it, he hated feeling left out. He'd ask Jayce about it later.

"Sure, son. And look, be careful, they're tight nowadays." Mike turned to Justin and smiled. "Why don't you two run along now, it's Jayce's break anyway." Mike was chuckling on his way when Justin noticed the spitfire glares Jayce was sending the elder man.

"So..." Jayce smiled at Justin. "You met my family, when do I meet yours?" Justin laughed and nodded towards the back exit, Jayce following quickly as they made their way.

"I had no idea that was your uncle," Justin said once they were outside in the narrow alleyway.

"Yeah, he was the friend in high places."

"Shit! That's gravy, man. You must be loaded," he exclaimed and Jayce smiled, the boy in Justin written out on his face. He had the urge to kiss him again.

"Look, I... I don't know about you but I've been thinking about you non-stop lately and... Well, do you wanna go out to dinner, or lunch, or whatever you want, I don't care."

Jayce was rolling on the balls of his feet and was scratching his neck like he had fleas and Justin's heart was ready to beat out of his chest.

"Sure, when?"

Jayce bit his lip. "Um... well, I don't work tomorrow so--"

"What about noon tomorrow, lunch," Justin offered and Jayce just nodded, rubbing his arm.

"Alright," Justin smiled and Jayce tried to hide the blush on his face.

"Ok, later then." The brunette made a quick escape that made Justin frown, but he couldn't be too mad. He had just been asked to lunch by a gorgeous, not to mention kind, bartender. But still, something was off and he walked back in, pinpointing Jayce easily behind the bar.

His strides were long but he got to the counter quick and the second Jayce saw him, he seized the young man by the shirt he was wearing, and bending over the counter, gave him a needy kiss, his tongue licking across the brunette's stunned mouth.

He pulled back to wide eyes and he winked before sauntering off, the club still loud behind him, possessiveness in his gait.

Chapter III...
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