JC walked into the smokey club, the buzz of energy hitting him forcefully and he turned quickly, making sure Justin was behind him. He was not going to get lost in Jamaica.

It wasn't even his idea of going there. The dance hall was cool but it wasn't his scene. Now Justin on the other hand...

"Jayce! Baby!" Justin shouted as he stepped through and the crowd enveloped him, a big fat cheesy smile on his face. And if JC weren't alone at the bar, watching Justin get swallowed in by everyone, he would have panicked a little. He didn't know this area at all. Though, neither did Justin, at least JC would have someone to be with as they wandered the streets of the island.

A slow beat started and as JC nursed his drink, a beer, he tried to pinpoint Justin. When he found the younger singer he wasn't surprised to see him sandwiched between two young looking ladies. The one in front, the one that had Justin's attention had a dark chocolate complexion, her body slippery looking, oily and Justin's hands smoothed over them easily. His fingertips eased into the top of her shorts and her head turned, a gleaming row of white teeth shown for her approval. He smiled his sexy little smile back and his other hand smoothed over her stomach, over the tight shirt.

As his hips gyrated to the beat, pulling her hips back, JC watched with lazy eyes as Justin continued to whisper things in her ear. She was all out cheesing now and JC guessed she had a blush on her face, although he couldn't see through the dark haze of the crowd.

She turned around and Justin's hands came to her shoulders, his smile making her hot. She opened her mouth to say something but Justin was quick to put a finger to her mouth, his hips pushing forward in an attempt to quiet her. And as if he knew JC was watching Justin turned around rapidly, looking straight into the narrowing eyes of JC. His finger fell from her mouth quickly and he frowned.

They had a rule. A simple, easy to follow rule. Justin couldn't touch their faces, them being the people he danced with. Just as JC couldn't kiss their lips. For good reasons, too.

Justin made you feel special when his fingertips grazed your cheeks. When his dark, sometimes glazed eyes selfishly drank you in, your face. Damn, you were special.

The same for JC. When he kissed people, it was like electricity. You couldn't pull away, no matter how much you tried. It was as if you couldn't get enough and yet you had too much it was overwhelming.

But those were their rules, and the chocolate skinned girl definitely wasn't an exception.

He left her quickly and she thought she had imagined it. Or at least that's what JC had guessed. Even though it was just a guess, her awe struck eyes and wide mouth made JC confident about his choice.

The next girl was cute. She was small and thin, bony almost. She had big brown eyes and full lips.

Justin's hands roamed over her delicately, gently. His lips were pressed against her ear, his body grinding slowly into hers. The new song was even slower, and his hips swirled, her eyes big at the move.

Justin looked up and a grin spread across his face. Her smile was infectious and her dimples were to die for. JC smiled slightly, his beer swaying in his hand. Justin picked up her hand and kissed her wrist gently a small warm smile on his lips. She breathed loudly and looked at him with wide brown eyes. Doe. That's what JC thought she looked like. A brown eyed doe.

Justin gave her cheek a small kiss, winked and was swallowed into the crowd again. The doe was looking at her hand with a goofy smile. JC loved Justin right then.

The third girl made JC nervous. Just on appearance. With her short shorts and the bra she called a shirt, he kept an eye on Justin and his wandering hands. The young man liked to touch, he thought that was the most erotic thing about sex. Being able to run his hands over somebody's body, owning them in a way.

Her body glistened, her legs covered in sparkles. Her eyes were hidden by long lashes that JC guessed to be fake. Her hair was in curls, making her cheeks bones stand out. JC swallowed back a large gulp of beer. She was beautiful.

She was whispering something to Justin, standing on her tip toes. Her hands smoothed over Justin's back, light caramel colored skin against the dark blue fabric. JC looked at Justin's hands, watching as the palms ran over her ass quickly before gripping onto her waist, moving her in beat with the song.

JC turned away, toward the bar tender and asked for another one. The man didn't smile but instantly pushed another one in JC's face. Quick, he thought absently turning back around to survey the room quickly before settling on Justin again. And JC knew that if he didn't feel as threatened as he did by the girl, he would definitely be turned on by their display. They danced as if they had danced many times before. She turned her head, raising her hands, Justin's own slipping lower to rest on her hips, his long digits rubbing invisible circles on her skin.

Her green eyes burned JC when she looked over and he tried his best not to glare at her, but when his boyfriend was currently dry humping her, it was sorta hard.

Justin's arm came around, pulling her tight against him and his lips pressed against her neck in a slow and noisy kiss. His tongue peeked out and licked up the long column, pressing his lips to her jaw. She sighed and suddenly it felt as if they were the only ones in the room. JC was there but he was distant and just an observer having nothing to do at all with the couple.

When JC turned from the sight to take a deep breath he closed his eyes. He wouldn't get over that. And he knew Justin didn't do it on purpose, that it was just something about music that did it to him, that didn't mean that he could take it.

JC turned back around and his eyes searched frantically for the couple in the crowd, not spotting them until he saw them head towards a long hallway at the end of the club, hand in hand. His eyes narrowed and he grunted. He took a large swig of his beer and trembled as it went straight to his head. He placed the bottle on the bar and rolled his eyes once before venturing out from the club.

He didn't know where he was going but he could always hail a cab right? Yeah, he knew where they were staying. He could just tell them where he wanted to go and he'd be alright...

3 hours later, right at dawn JC stood in front of the regal hotel, sure that steam was pouring from his ears.

On his way there, 7 cabs had passed him and then when he finally got one he couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. He had to repeatedly ask "What?" and after a while, and this he did understand, the driver told him to beat it. So he wandered around the streets asking vendors, people in general, where the Hilton was. No one knew or at least didn't tell him, and finally a guy sitting on a bench was nice enough to walk him. Excluding the fact that it was just about a 5 mile trip.

So here was JC now, his feet hurting like hell and his back and butt wet with sweat.

"Fucking Justin." he cursed as he opened the door and received looks from the employees. "What time is it?" he asked lightly and one woman looked at her watch and then spoke just as softly.

"6 A.M."

JC put a hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples. That wasn't cool at all. Dumb Justin.

He took the elevator to his room, rolling his shoulders the whole way. He shrugged around in his tight shirt and cursed the fabric after nothing worked and it still felt dirty and wet and sticky.

As he opened the door to his room and turned on the lights, he was surprised to see Justin, already in bed sitting up with a look that said "How dare you come home so late?".

"Where the fuck have you been?" Justin asked and rubbed at the corner of his eyes. "I fucking thought you were... God, I thought. Don't you ever fucking do that to me again do you hear me?!"

JC looked at him a while longer and then turned and stripped off his shirt, sighing in relief as it was discarded. He wanted to take a shower but he was too tired and his legs were pleading with him to lie down, if only for a couple of minutes.

He walked unbuttoning his jeans to the bed and Justin narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, its cool if you ignore me. I don't care one bit-"

"Yeah, I was sure you didn't. So did you have fun at the club?" Justin's brow furrowed and as if JC could see what was going through his mind, his brow went lax and he ducked his head.

"Yeah, that's what I thought-"

"Oh, JC! Whatever, we didn't even do anything!"

"Where did you go then?"

Justin narrowed his eyes. "Just outside, we were just..."

JC gave him a smirk. "Yeah, whatever. I thought yall said yall didn't do anything?" he climbed under the sheet and sighed, his legs tingling, his toes curling slightly.

"We were just making out. Get over it." Justin said, his tone biting as if JC were the one insulting him.

"Oh my god, Justin. We ended this conversation 80 million years ago!"

Justin rolled his big blue eyes and JC turned on his side to look at the young singer. "We couldn't have because we weren't ali-"

"Smart ass."

A grin spread over his handsome face, and in the almost morning light Justin looked really, extremely cute.

"You jealous of a girl?" And just like that Justin's smile was a sexy grin, his hand gliding over the thin material of the bed spread, curling around JC's neck. He scooted closer and his leg hooked over JC's hip. "Huh?" he asked, his tongue coming to lick across JC's lips.

JC didn't want to take the bait because that would have let Justin off the hook too easily, and for what he did, JC wouldn't have that. He didn't move.

When Justin pulled back, the confusion JC thought he was going to see was no where to be seen. All he saw was a shit eating grin and Justin's glowing eyes.

"Ya know, I was thinking of you..." Justin's mouth moved in evil ways down JC's jaw, his tongue flicking out to touch a sensitive earlobe. His hand was busy smoothing up the plane of JC's stomach, his thumb rubbing over the hairs around the brunette's belly button. "God, she was fucking getting off..." he mumbled harshly and JC sucked in a deep breath quickly. Justin's tone was husky and manly and sexy. "She said, she said, JC that I was making her wet-" JC's hand came up to push lightly on Justin's face. JC didn't want to hear this shit, and the blonde knew it. But Justin was persistent and he reattached his mouth to make work on JC's slender neck. "And while she was finger popping herself..." JC never thought Justin could sound so good being so vulgar, he decided he liked it. "I was thinking of you." JC pulled the blonde up to look into his eyes because he didn't believe him. He wanted to, and he knew he should, but he didn't. He looked, but the singer's eyes were hooded with lust and his soon were as Justin licked his lips and Justin tightened the grip on his crotch.

Their lips crashed together and JC grasped onto the young back in front of him, his hand slipping under the elastic waistband of the boxers he had given Justin for his birthday and straight down to cup Justin's ass.

The younger man moaned freely as his tongue danced with JC's, as his hands roamed the flat chest, teasing the hard nipples. He liked that there was nothing there to grab onto.

Justin's hands traveled down the length of JC's upper body, his fingers scraping against JC's silky smooth sides. JC's curves felt good beneath them, but as he pressed harder, the firm muscle underneath made him shudder.

He took back his mouth, dipping his head lightly and let his tongue slip from his mouth and make a long, lewd swipe across the brunette's collar bone, sucking noisily and just as hungrily on the skin.

JC moaned and groaned and urged Justin on with mewing sounds. Justin liked things slow at first, and JC could handle that. His hands spread over Justin's back, coming up to rest on the blonde's hard shoulders, squeezing the flesh sharply as Justin's caught a nipple between his teeth.

"Jus..."

Justin usually never answered unless they were actually having sex. He stayed quiet, taking his time and admiring everything.

JC looked down and noticed that he still had his boxers on and they were tented.

Justin took care of that a minute later, reading JC's mind.

The dirty underwear was thrown towards the bathroom, landing near Justin's and when had he undressed?

Justin lie between JC's spread legs, his eyes big. JC shut his eyes quickly when a long finger grazed the tip of his cock. When he peeked he saw Justin, his lips parted, his eyes wide and gorgeous.

"You're gorgeous, babe. Every inch of you." Justin breathed, his breath fanning against JC.

"Take it..." JC had meant to actually finish the sentence with "in your mouth" but the first part was all Justin needed because in the next few seconds the blonde's tongue was playing tricks on him as he let his hands quickly come to Justin's shoulders, clutching. He hated grabbing Justin's head when the man was giving head because he didn't want to force himself on Justin. Justin, on the other hand, didn't like it unless his fingers were tangled in his hair and he was pressing into the back of JC's throat.

Justin's head bobbed, and JC let his hips move on their own, like he could ever stop them. Hos body responded to Justin, and after Justin took the reigns his brain was not on his side.

The blonde snapped up, his lips glistening in the dawn sunlight just barely peeking through the shades. He looked like he had just sucked on a red lollipop, it smeared all over his lips. JC smiled at the thought.

Justin was then towering above him, raising JC's legs slowly, reaching for something on the nightstand at the same time. His left hand ran up the older man's trembling thigh and he placed a soft and warm kiss on the inside of JC's ankle. He hefted JC up again and then reached over again, this time tossing the condom wrapper to land on JC's chest. JC looked at it and breathed deeply once more before looking at it. His lust hazed mind couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that he actually had to open it. He was still hard as hell, Justin hadn't done a thing but tease him.

He reached over and grabbed it, the silver glint twitching in his hands. He looked to Justin's eyes and saw the amused look and narrowed his eyes. He must have looked really dumb.

He quickly opened the package and slipped it onto Justin expertisely, loving the deep grumble of Justin's groan as he did.

Justin was lining himself up, JC planting his hand on the man above him's shoulders. Justin was unpredictable sometimes. You didn't know whether he was gonna go rough or be gentle and caring. Now was a time where JC couldn't decide.

"Shit..." was all Justin said as he slid in slowly to spare JC, watching his lover to make sure he wasn't in any pain. His hand reached out and he pressed his finger to JC's mouth. He knelt down, pressing himself more into JC, and laid a gentle kiss on the brunette's lips that left the man yearning. JC's hands gripped at Justin's neck, his open palms then sliding down the slick skin resting on the hard chest as Justin started thrusting. In and out. In and out.

Justin took JC's breath away every time his pulled himself in deeper, his hands gripping JC's hips harshly.

"Fuck, Jus...tin." JC groaned, rocking his hips against Justin's.

Justin looked down, his palm skimming over the head of JC's cock. "You like that?" he groaned, almost too low for JC to hear. His speed was increasing and JC nodded. "You fucking like that?" He was getting louder and more confident, smirking as he pumped into JC in a quick move that made JC take in a sharp breath.

"Of course... Of course I do, baby." JC answered and his hand slipped down his body silently, his fingers enclosing around himself.

The blonde atop him smiled, plowing deeper into the older man. His hand circled JC's and they pumped him together, JC with an open mouth, Justin with clenched eyes.

His rhythm was quick and his body was trembling now, shaky pants filled the room. His hands came up to JC's sweat soaked hair and he brushed it off of the brunette's brow, his hand sliding down and cupping JC's cheek as he thrust faster, his leg twitching as he felt it, the silent pressure creeping up, forming in the pit of his stomach.

JC was already there, knew he was going to come soon. If Justin just hit that spot right there one more time and...

Justin groaned as JC tensed for the few seconds, tensed all around him. He didn't want it to end so quickly, he had tried to keep it as slow as possible. But it was coming, or rather, he was coming and he humped JC a few more times before he went rigid, every muscle in his body tightening and then just as quickly becoming a pile of mush. He lie panting on top of JC, who also was recovering. But when JC tried to take in a breath and couldn't because Justin was on top of him, crushing his lung he tried to push the young singer off. His arms felt useless and they were tired.

"Juh.. Get.." Justin scooted to the side and sighed, exhaling the large breath he had taken. His hand lie softly on JC's chest, and he looked with caring eyes as his hands jumped at every beat of the young man's heart.

The two lay there, the covers still at the foot of the bed and now they used each for warmth, curling up against each other. Justin gave JC a smile accompanied with a soft kiss.

"You don't have to be jealous." Justin breathed, his breathing still a little shallow.

"I wasn't jealous." JC smiled as Justin laughed softly.

"Like hell you weren't." he scooted closer, placing a gentle kiss on JC's temple. "I love you." he murmured into JC's hair at the nape of his neck.

JC nodded and his hold got tighter. "I love you too."

Justin smiled. "You don't have to call, its ok girl. Cause Im'a be alright tonight." he hummed slightly and then chuckled.

"Fuck you." JC smiled, and Justin loved it.

"Good night." he said sweetly.

"Goodnight."

Justin grinned. "So, about tomorrow night..." he laughed loudly and JC kissed him on the lips lazily to quiet him.

"No dance halls for you." JC grinned, his fingers pinching at Justin's side.

The blonde looked almost offended. "What?"

JC narrowed his eyes, daring Justin. And Justin took the bait with innocent eyes.

"No more dance halls for me." he said and with the blinding smile he gave JC, the brunette knew that the night ahead of them looked forward to reggae music, stuffy rooms, gorgeous women and one happy Justin.

-Fin-