Chapter IV

The following weeks were just blurs of nights at the club, days in the penthouse. After spending possibly every day of two weeks together, Jayce decided they should just live together. Justin, shocked, couldn't say no and moved in the next day. He also had a permanent spot in Jayce's bed, as a perk, of course.

Now, two months after meeting, Jayce was lying on his back, on the couch, Justin straddling his hips as he talked on the phone, a blunt in his mouth.

"Mama--"

Jayce laughed, silently mocking him and Justin pinched his chest.

"No, mama-- Yes! I know, I know. You can't trust anyone here... Right. Yeah, tell him I said hi." He took a deep drag and nodded to himself. "Yeah," his voice strained as he fought to keep the smoke in his lungs. Jayce reached up, a hand sliding up the blonde's thigh, the other plucking the cigarette from the large hands. Justin frowned and bent forward, blowing what was left of the smoke in the other's face.

"Yeah, mama-- No you're not meeting him... Because you'd embarrass me!" he laughed and put a hand on top of Jayce's. "Yeah, maybe later. Look, I gotta go... Love ya too. Bye." He hung up and reached over to put it back on it cradle. He turned back to Jayce with a smile.

"Ya know, you kinda look like John Travolta."

"Who?"

Justin shifted, and upon hearing Jayce's groan, did it again, a gritty twist of his hips and Jayce grunted with a smile.

"You ever seen ‘Welcome Back, Kotter?'? The TV show?" Justin tried but the other was clueless so he gave up, running a hand through Jayce's waves. "Well, point blank, he's gorgeous."

Jayce grinned and his palm laid flat on the crotch of Justin's pants, his grin slipping into a smirk as Justin raised against it. That's when the door opened.

"Justin!"

Justin had only met Cherry once but she had been so excited, she treated him like a long lost friend. And as she came close she gave him a tight hug, throwing her crochet bag on Jayce's stomach as she regarded him.

"You look good. Fly shirt," she smiled, green eyes glinting and Justin snuck a glance at Jayce who grinned around the marijuana cigarette. "And what are you doing smoking that shit," she bent and took the grass, stubbing it out into a nearby ashtray. Jayce shrugged.

"I'm buzzed," he told Justin who licked his lips and agreed.

"Me too."

"Well who the fuck cares about y'all. I'm the ones who's hungry!" Cherry exclaimed as she padded across the carpet, her feet silent and Justin grinned at Jayce.

Slowly Justin slipped off his shirt, Jayce's hands cold on his exposed chest. Justin licked his lips and closed his eyes when the other man's fingertips grazed his nipples. The woman had been too shy to ask to see the piercings so Justin took it into his own hands... literally. He opened his eyes and Cherry was by his side, gawking.

"You like them?"

"Didn't they hurt, child?" she breathed and a hesitant hand reached towards his chest and he chuckled as she looked for acceptance. He nodded and Jayce's hands dropped as Cherry's took over.

"Oh my," she panted and rolled her eyes. "This new generation is crazy, I tell ya," she continued and Justin laughed.

"It's funny ‘cause we're in the same generation, ma'am," he said smartly and she rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, Jayce shifted against Justin's butt, his palms sliding across the tan stomach. Justin's eyes lazily lowered until they looked into each other, Jayce reaching up to capture those small pink lips.

Justin had a cute mouth, it was petit and his lips were thin but his mouth soft and his tongue was slick and magical as it ventured into his mouth, Jayce's hands on his back as they settled back down on the couch.

"Shit, yall can't stay away for a minute," Cherry chided and Jayce detached himself from Justin's glorious lips but instead he worked on the other's slender neck, marring it with a love bite, licking the abused skin obscenely and Justin whimpered, his hand guiding Jayce's towards the front of his pants.

"Hello, I'm still here!" Cherry was just a sound in the background, Jayce's hand working Justin's cock as he panted into the brunette's waves. It was extremely rude but Cherry would understand, she was after all one of Jayce's biggest fans.

"I'm fixing pasta, I'll... just go borrow some butter... or something." The door slammed as Justin came, his chest heaving against Jayce's mouth, Justin's soft, "It's your turn," in his ear.

Next thing anyone knew Jayce was sitting on the couch, Justin in his lap, his hands biting into Justin's hips as they made love.

* * *

"So how's the club? I heard your uncle was making 4 figures now. That's insane. How much do you get paid anyway?"

Justin continued getting dressed, not trying to eavesdrop but Cherry was just so loud sometimes...

"Eh, considering the pay my uncle makes, I should be getting paid nicely but I'm not. I mean, it's fair. I got this for free. I don't pay diddly squat on this pad. Not a cent and ya know, I can get anything I want if I just ask. So..."

Justin's socks slid across the tile of the kitchen and he cursed. He had fallen one too many times because of that. He hands were nimble as he grabbed the bowl of pasta in the refrigerator, blindly grabbing a fork and settling at the table in front of the dining area, Jayce and Cherry in the living room.

"So, what was that earlier? I mean, it's ok to fuck, hell, if I were you I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him. But I mean, that was a little out in the open," Cherry said.

Jayce's voice was muffled and Justin had to stop chewing to hear him. "Don't even ask me. I just touch him and... It's over. He doesn't even have to ask for it, it's just always there."

There was a shared laugh and Justin grinned, sitting up a little straighter.

"Do you think... I mean, you think anything could come of this?" Justin's ears perked and he moved a little closer to the door. And just as he turned towards the wall, the door opened and he jumped out of his chair, pasta on his shirt and his back tense against the hard ground. Jayce stood over him with a smile.

"You ok?" he asked, trying to hold the laughter in but Justin wasn't caring as he stretched, his shoulder pressing into the ground.

"Laugh it up," he grunted and sat up, Jayce coming with a broom. As Justin dusted pasta noodles off of him, Jayce swept them up, Justin bending to pick up his bowl.

"Seriously, you alright?"

Justin smiled and nodded, stretching his shoulders as their was a dull pain on his right side. "Wanna give me a massage?" he asked shyly, biting his lip and Jayce laughed, walking over to the kitchen. Justin remembered the earlier conversation and knew he was getting a massage.

And Cherry, standing in the doorway, a smirk on her face, knew too.

* * *

It was only two in the afternoon but after a night at Raven's Glow, Justin was passed out in the bed, Jayce spooned around him, an arm thrown around his waist. His hair smelled like cherries as the brunette inhaled deeply.

The phone beside the bed rang obscenely and Jayce just buried his face into Justin's warm neck, the younger man's body moving with his.

But the ringing was insistent and Jayce reached over blindly, the phone coming off it's cradle and into the older man's hand easily. He brought it to his ear with a yawn.

"What?"

"You sound sleepy. Were you sleeping?" Mike asked loudly and Jayce winced, Justin turning onto his other side, clutching to Jayce. The brunette blushed.

"Yeah, whats up?"

"I got... I need you to take over things for a few weeks."

Huh? "What? What do you mean, take over things. You mean the club?"

Mike nodded to himself. "Yes, I... I got some business in Brazil, turns out I supposedly have a son. I need someone to make sure things are run like they're supposed to be."

Jayce stretched a little. "Look, uncle Mike, I'm really flattered that you called but I don't think I could be--"

"Honestly, you're the only one I trust with my bread. It's not much but I'll give you 10 grand for just doing it. I just need someone to run over the club, make sure everythings going ok. Look, Josh." Jayce cringed. His uncle always got him with the "Josh".

"Ok," he said quietly, swallowing. "Alright."

You could practically see the blinding smile and Mike was chuckling. "That's my boy. Come over later and I'll show you the ropes. You're savin' my life, kid. Thanks Joshua."

"No problem. Bye," he hung up and turned back to Justin who now had open blue eyes. Jayce gave a small smile.

"What was that?" came the soft voice, husky with sleep.

Jayce wrapped his free arm around Justin's warm figure, his hands sliding over the smooth back. "My uncle," he smiled. "He wants me to run the club for a few weeks. So I guess free admission for you now," he laughed and Justin smiled.

"I already get in free. I guess sleeping with the owner's nephew gives you perks."

Jayce growled and shoved his shoulder, the blonde chuckling softly. He then stretched out, a bone popping loudly and he snuggled back into the bed, using a finger to indicate Jayce closer.

"Hmm?" the brunette asked as Justin's hand crept out and slid into his hair, guiding his face towards his.

The kiss was so sweet it almost hurt and as Justin's lips brushed his, Jayce interlaced their fingers, the hands staying as so until the following night they awoke.

* * *

"Shit," Justin cursed as the song made him grimace, the words so powerful, the voice even more controlling and he could feel it in his belly, goose bumps on his arms as he moved, a girl pressed against him in the packed club.

His hips shook and he could feel hands on them but he didn't want to turn around, he usually didn't. He hated to know who he was dancing with, it made it so much more exciting.

But when there were lips on his neck and hands were roaming to the front of his pants, he shied away on the edge of being angry but a little more scared.

And as silver eyes glinted, Justin rolled his eyes and wanted to slap Jayce, instead coming near, wrapping his arms around bony shoulders.

"Hey there," Jayce smiled as his hips fit perfectly between Justin's, the beat moving them. Justin shrugged and slowly his eyes closed, his body giving in to the music. It was beautiful, a sight to see when Justin let go and just danced. And he sure as hell loved to dance.

You even mention The Commodores and it was instant; Justin would grin and start moving to the song in his head.

"Hey," Justin said and Jayce blinked.

"Hm?"

Justin then had a brilliant smile on and Jayce cocked his head to the side. "A little birdie told me something..."

Jayce played along, a hand drifting to his hips. "What did this birdie tell you?"

"That you loved me."

Jayce swallowed but kept his grin. "And who exactly was this birdie?"

"Is it true?"

"Answer my question first," Jayce demanded softly, pulling Justin a little closer.

Justin shrugged. "Johnny, don't be mad. I nearly beat it out of him."

"Hah, Johnny lies. You should know that."

Justin frowned but didn't stop moving. "So you don't?"

Jayce grinned. "Never said that, I just said that Johnny lies."

"So you do love me," Justin drawled leaning in, his lips grazing Jayce's earlobe, his tongue swirling around the flesh. "Funny, me too," he whispered before turning around in Jayce's arms, sauntering out of the embrace, Jayce left to admire.

Chapter V [coming soon...]
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