Chapter Five

JC decided that if he decided to kill Justin that no one would blame him. He didn’t think that he’d spend one day in jail, because he really should be able to plead temporary insanity.

It was beyond the hip hop CDs. Justin had this annoying habit of complaining about every fucking thing. First he complained about the clothes Chris got him. Then he complained about the old Chevy that Chris had given them to drive in. Then he complained about the long, and admittedly, boring drive through Texas. Now he was bitching and moaning about the roadside motel they had decided to stay the night in.

Yes, JC decided, he was going to put his hands around Justin’s neck and just fucking squeeze.

JC’s nerves were already too on edge for this. They were being hunted down by murderous KGB agents and Justin was complaining about the fucking motel? Did he think that they were going to stay in the Ritz, or something?

Finally, Justin’s quiet muttering was too much for JC. “Can you just shut the fuck up? Yes, we’re wearing K-Mart specials and we’re driving a Chevy older than you are and we’re staying in Arkansas’s equivalent of the Bates Motel. But dammit, Justin, people are trying to kill us, you prick, so who the fuck cares about all that other shit?!”

Justin turned to JC, his eyes blazing with anger. “Don’t you think I know that? My ass might actually have been safe if you hadn’t decided to sneak in and try to get the praise for finishing the program yourself!”

“Yeah, right! You’ve only been working on the thing for ten months and know it inside out. No, Justin, they weren’t going to kill you.” JC snorted, rolling his eyes. “If you actually believe that, then I don’t know how you graduated from high school, let alone MIT.”

JC was completely unprepared for what happened next. He expected a smart-ass comment or even some yelling, but not for Justin to launch himself at JC and tumble them both from the bed and onto the floor.

“Get off of me, you oaf!” JC yelled as he flailed his arms, hitting Justin as he bucked his lower body up to dislodge Justin from on top of him.

“I hate you! Stop hitting me!” Justin yelled, as he tried to grab JC’s arms. Finally he grabbed JC’s wrists and pulled his arms above his head, flattening out his body over JC’s own. At that moment they realized that they were both undeniably rock hard.

It was as if time both sped up and slowed down at that moment.

One moment they were fighting, and then the next their tongues were deep into the other’s mouths, hands clawing at each other’s clothing.

“I still hate you.” Justin muttered hotly as he licked and bit at JC’s neck.

“Whatever, I hate you too.” JC muttered back, his fingers clawing at Justin’s t-shirt. “God, you have too many clothes on!” he said frustrated. Finally he got it off along with Justin’s jeans and underwear. Justin blindly groped for his overnight bad, never taking his mouth from JC’s. He finally found it and pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant.

“You were expecting to get laid?” JC asked with a raised eyebrow.

Justin chuckled. “Yeah, but not with you.”

With that Justin slicked up two fingers, flipped JC to his stomach and shoved the fingers in. JC gave a low groan. He couldn’t believe it, but he actually wanted this.

Justin put on the condom and slid into JC, placing one hand on JC’s shoulder and the other on his hip, slamming into him repeatedly.

“Harder, damn you harder,” croaked out JC, and Justin complied.

His grip on JC’s shoulder and hip were so tight that he was leaving bruises, but JC was too caught up in a fog of sexual haze, his fingers trying to find purchase on the cheap carpet, to notice. JC slammed back into Justin, meeting each powerful thrust with one of his own, babbling incoherently. Justin’s head was thrown back; sweat dripping from his face, his mouth open and panting hard. JC put one hand on the wall to balance himself as he used the other hand to jack himself off.

His orgasm slammed into him as he came all over the wall. Justin let out a howl and then came violently right after.

It had lasted only about ten minutes and it was dirty, nasty, brutal sex. It was also the best sex either one of them had ever had.

Justin slid to the floor next to JC, completely drained. He caught his breath as he realized in horror what had just taken place.

“JC, um…we…” he began, but JC stopped him.

“Shut up Justin, just shut up. We hate each other. We did not mean for this to happen. We are going to take showers and go to bed, and pretend as if this never happened.”

Justin nodded. “Agreed. But before we do I just want to say that you have the best ass that I have ever had the pleasure to have been in. I’ll be feeling that orgasm for a week.”

JC half laughed, half moaned. “And you fuck like a champ, Timberlake. I don’t think I’ll walk right ever again.”

They both got up and took showers and got into bed. Justin found though that having had the best sex ever and having the person that he had engaged in said sex with in the next bed was havoc on his libido. He was hard as hell, but he didn’t want to say anything about it. He decided that he would just wait until JC went to bed and then he’d go to the bathroom and jack off furiously. He sighed.

“Justin?” JC asked timidly.

“Yeah?”

There was rustling from JC‘s bed as he shifted. “I know that we said we’d forget about what just happened, but how about we decide to forget about it tomorrow?”

Justin was in JC’s bed almost before he finished the question.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

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Dangerous Code