"Hey, put that shit on." Joey muttered as he threw a CD case at Justin. Justin looked at it quickly before tossing the case away and putting the disc in the stereo.

Seconds later, the exotic sounds of Jagged Edge's "Where The Party At?" and everyone jumped into a frenzy as the beats filled the large basement.

"Oh ohhhhhh!" Justin sang and danced with the small blonde put before him. As she stuck her butt in his face he smiled and turned to look at Lance who had a girl for each limb. One girl was humping his hip, the other kissing his neck, one bumping his butt and the last one Lance was actually kissing.

"Fuckin pimp." Justin laughed as he passed one of his friend, taking the cigar from their mouth and putting it in his own mouth.

He walked around a little while, dancing with the girls just for a few seconds, the cigar still stuck in his mouth.

Then he saw JC with a bottle Cristal up to his lips, head tilted. Justin waltzed over to him, hsi hips shaking to the beat.

"Hey there sexy." Justin smiled as he took a hold of the bottle, bringing it to his own mouth taking a large gulp.

JC looked at him with heavy lids. "Hey baby." he drawled as he pressed against Justin, grinding slightly then stepping back in a fit of giggles. So JC was drunk. And a drunk JC was a very hyped, ‘left my inhibitions at home', sexy JC. "Now gimme back." he slurred as he reached for the bottle. Justin held it out of his reach and enjoyed the pout JC gave him.

"Prick." the older man muttered before turning around and tripping over to Joey who had a whole cooler full of liquor.

Justin laughed and took another gulp before picking up his cigar he didn't remember dropping and actually lighting it. He wasn't much of a smoker, but when he did he was a natural, or that's what people told him.

"Baby!" he yelled to the woman by the stereo. She turned her glossy eyes towards him and he held up 7 fingers, for the seventh song and instead she turned it to number 4 which wasn't bad because it happened to be the song he was talking about.

He grabbed a nearby girl and started grinding with her, letting his hands run over her arms and liked the giggle that escaped her.

"JC show us what you made of!"

The sound made Justin turn towards the voice and he let his eyes settle on a staggering JC and the crowd around him.

Justin silently let go of the girl and started his way over to JC's group, ignoring the protesting girl. As he made it to JC he stopped and asked a wide eyed Joey what was going on.

Joey turned to him with a soft smile. "JC is... C's dancing for us." he said cryptically and then turned back to watching. Justin tried to get a glance but was denied and finally resulted in pushing the fat guy in front of him out of the way.

"Move dumbass." he snarled and then looked up to JC. Damn, Joey had a reason to look so stunned.

JC was in the middle, giving a guy a lap dance. A guy + JC + a lapdance = something good every time. This was the JC hardly anyone else got to see and Justin was suddenly very glad he was one of those people.

As JC grinded into the guys crotch and as he touched himself obscenely, Justin stood mesmerized. JC was always a dancer. Now Justin had him beat when it came to doing dance routines but when the brunette was just dancing, the man was smooth like liquid.

The man was now laughing, and making catcalls and Justin wanted to punch him. If he was under JC like that he sure as hell wouldn't be laughing! He'd be doing... other things whether they had an audience or not.

"JC! Show them your dance! Do your booty dance!" someone beside Justin screamed and JC looked in that direction catching Justin's eye.

"Hey there!" he yelled to him before turning around and... and...

"Oh god!" Justin gasped as JC began to shake his butt, running his hands up and down his body while going to the floor igniting a loud cheer to echo in the room. The crowd absolutely loved him. As did Justin.

"Put ya one leg up and put ya booty on the floor!" a guy sang loudly and JC winked to no one in particular because that's exactly what he was doing.

Justin stood with his jaw on the floor as JC's nonexistent butt moved in ways he never knew JC could move before.

"And JC unleashes his wrath." Chris laughed beside Justin and put a hand on his friends back. "You'll snap out of it eventually."

Then the music stopped and everything came to a deadly halt. Even JC who, except for a few staggering steps, was immobile.

"Sorry!" a voice called and then music was back on except it was Ludacris and the song was a club banger and everyone started to jump to the beat, Justin raised his bottle in the air.

"East side, east side playa what? West side west side playa what!" The crowd screamed as the song played and Justin started cheesing like a little boy with pounds of candy.

As the bass made the whole house pound Justin started going to the corner. His legs were heavy and he was alittle tired, the high from the song fading slightly.

Tired, he leaned against the wall and that's when he saw him. JC pressed against the wall beside him by a man Justin didn't know. He wasn't going to get into why he kept looking for the older man but he couldn't help but stare as JC made out with the unfamiliar. And then JC's eyes were open, and staring at him and Justin was suddenly hard.

"Shit." he cursed as the man kissed his friends neck, making JC's face scrunch up slightly. "Don't." Justin whispered when JC looked up quickly, moaning into the thick air.

Justin turned away then, started making his way out to the dance floor again because he heard the beginning of his favorite song starting.

As the beat vibrated Justin felt it pulse through his veins and then he started dancing with the rest of the group.

"Hoe!! Yous a hoe! Hoe!! Yous a hoe. I said that yous a hoe! Hoe!!" he sang and laughed uncontrollably as the group all jumped, pumping to the quick beat. "Reach up in the sky for the Hoe-zone layer."

Chris joined in seconds later, standing beside him. "Prolly doin hoe stuff cause there ya hoe again!"

The two cackled wildly as Lance danced up to them and told them he was "Blowing this joint, literally" he laughed and Justin noticed the joint in his mouth as the blonde left the party with 2 girls on his arm. Only Lance could pull that off.

Then JC was in his face, whispering sexy verses from a song he didn't know, not that he minded. JC always did this. He was sexy when he was drunk. He felt sexy when he drank, JC had said and Justin couldn't help but agree. JC was a beautiful person when he wasn't liquored up but he was a bewitching motherfucker when he was smashed.

"Lets go... umm..." JC pulled back and smiled as he stumbled.

"What?" Justin teased as he grabbed JC's hips and brought them to his, grinding sensually. JC's eyes rolled and he hissed.

"That." he slurred as Justin stepped back and started for the upstairs which took 10 minutes to get up because both of them kept stumbling.

"Finally!" Justin laughed as they got to the second floor, the floor that wasn't flooded with people and smoke and drinks. Although you could still feel the music from there.

JC turned around suddenly and caught Justin's lips in a messy kiss. Tongues licked any place they could and lips moved heatedly against each other.

"J... C..." Justin mumbled as JC kissed him quickly again. Hands moved over clothes, ripping at the cloth and finally when they were both nude against the tile floor of the kitchen Justin stopped kissing JC. He tilted the older mans chin, seeing the bright hickey gracing the pale skin. He leaned down and licked the sensitive spot before trailing noisy kisses up to the bruised mouth and began kissing the brunette again.

Justin put a hand between them, spreading JC's legs as he settled between them. He grabbed his cock and momentarily stopped to look down at it. It was dark and pulsing. It was always like that for JC.

He then brought up his other hand and spit in it, then stroked himself.

"Hmmm.." JC moaned and Justin looked with dazed eyes as JC rubbed himself.

"No." Justin said possessively as he slapped away JC's hand and replaced it with his own. With his other hand he lined himself up and then in one swift move he was in JC and the older man gasped.

"More." JC whimpered as Justin waited a few seconds for him to get adjusted. He may have been drunk and mad horny, but he wasn't going to hurt JC.

Then his hips were swiveling and his dick was moving in and out of his friend and it felt so fucking good.

But JC has other plans. He pushed Justin on his back and climbed atop of him quickly, sitting on his cock, sinking down before rising again. JC was light as he bounced slightly and Justin gripped his hips as he brought him down on him harshly. He tried to be conscience of JC and whether this was hurting him or not, but when he peeked and saw JC stroking himself off he was too far gone to care.

"Fuck... fuck fuck... baby."

JC seemed to speed up as words left Justin's mouth.

"Oh!" JC screamed and Justin let his hands slide across slippery skin to JC's flushed cock and began to jerk the man off.

"I am... I'm...coming." JC whimpered and suddenly it was all over for the other man and as Justin neared his climax, felt the burning in his belly, he howled slightly letting the wave of pleasure rock through every pore on his body.

The two bodies laid slumped together on the cold tile. Justin felt as if every nerve in his body was frazzled and if he moved they would all go haywire and he'd over load.

"Great..." JC moaned as he took a deep breath.

"Couch." Justin said and they booth looked at the living room only 5 feet away from them. They couldn't sleep on the tile with nothing. But neither wanted to move.

"Come on." JC said as the two crawled over to the carpet then collapsed and Justin leaned up to get the blanket from the back of the couch.

"Ahh.." he sighed as he covered them two and then drifted into a deep sleep seconds later.

Justin awoke to bright light and cursed himself as the aching in his head intensified when he looked into the white light.

Why did God have to make liquor?

Justin was pondering this when he felt movement beside him and he turned to see a sleeping JC beside him. He lifted the cover and saw he was naked and then looked around him, noticing the carpet under them and suddenly he was thanking God for making liquor. And for making JC crazy when he had liquor.

"Jus?" came the mumble from under the cover.

"Don't come out. Its bright." Justin warned, his voice dry and raspy. He needed a drink. Of water that is.

"Hmmm... shit." JC cursed and Justin pulled the cover over his face.

"What?" he whispered and JC looked at him with tired eyes.

"We fucked again?"

Justin laughed and closed his eyes, lying on his back. "Yeah. Maybe we should like... tell the guys to make sure we don't like... end up together next time." he suggested and listened for JC's answer.

"Eh maybe not. Just make sure I don't sleep with Chris' friends. They are weird. They scare me."

Justin laughed and stretched, loving the feeling he got from it."Mm.." he groaned as a bone popped.

JC reached over and kissed Justin's cheek before unveiling the both of them and squinting in the light. He then stood up and gripped his head.

"J, make sure I don't drink next time ok?" JC asked and stretched also.

Justin looked up from the ground to JC and smiled. "Yeah, right." he chuckled and JC smiled at him.

"So. Whens your next party?"

Justin grinned to himself. Real soon, he hoped.

-Fin-