Part 3

"Oh... Oh," JC was panting, his back rubbing up against the plastic side of the factory but he didn't care that it was burning his skin.

Justin was between his thighs, loving him.

He really didn't care.

"Shit, baby," Justin grunted as he thrust hard, making JC scream into his neck, his head rolling back a little, the sensitive skin offered and Justin trailed kisses from his chest up to his neck, biting gently on the flesh, just enough to leave a mark. They didn't care, they were too far gone to notice anyway.

"Right there." JC wrapped his leg around tighter, rocking against Justin's rhythm, the young man's hand biting into his thigh, holding him there. Justin tried to hit it right there, just for him.

He was coming. And hey, he was coming too. JC tightened around him and came first, jism on his heaving belly and chest, some staining Justin's shirt. Then Justin came and JC mewed, almost purred into Justin's ear as they sank to the floor, the ground hard but the weight off their legs mattering much more.

JC leaned against the wall as he caught his breath, Justin leaning onto him, his cheek upon the brunette's chest and his vision blurred every time JC's heart beat.

"God... that was great." Justin kissed a soft nipple and attempted to sit up. He sat beside JC, the other's head rolling to rest on his shoulder.

"You hear about Nico?"

Justin nodded, a grim smile on his face. "Yeah, you know what that's about?" he asked and JC grinned.

"You can thank me for it," he chuckled and Justin tensed beside him. He didn't think about it until the younger man was getting up, scrambling for his pants and boots. JC turned worried eyes to Justin. "What are you doing?"

"You fucking... what the fuck did you tell him?!" he shouted, panting, his muscles vibrating still and slid into his boxers, not even waiting until they were at his waist to slip into his pants.

JC's eyes darted as he tried to find what was wrong with his statement. "I just told him that if he wanted to get rid of you, he should do it with pride, I mean, he--"

"Why did he wanna get rid of me? Because of you?" he asked and slid into his boots. "Did you fucking tell him about me? Us?" he asked hurriedly, tying the shoes, grunting when his trembling fingers couldn't stop long enough to get the loops through. "Fuck."

"Stop getting so worked up--"

"I knew I should have left you the hell alone--"

"Justin!" JC yelled and stomped over, in all his glory and pushed Justin, the other falling to his butt, wide eyes taking in the man before him. "It's because he's jealous! You could out run him any day of the week! He doesn't like that. So he was already gonna have you out but I saved your ass! I told him to race you for tops, if you lost you had to leave; if you won, you got his spot..." JC licked his lips, and calmed his heart, he looked down at Justin from lowered lashes. "You get me," he whispered and JC ran a hand through his hair, looking for his stuff also.

The silence was thick and there was rustling in some brush beyond, the night hiding the creature behind it.

"I'm sorry," came a whisper and JC looked over. He shook his head and waved it off.

"It's alright, you just... you scared me. I thought... I don't know what I thought, just don't do it again." He found his briefs and slid into them, Justin's arms sliding around his naked chest and he bent his head slightly to kiss the other's forearm. Justin kissed his neck in return.

"I'll win it, alright? I'll win it for you," he grinned and JC smiled, trying to hide the blush on his face.

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The race was set.

This Saturday at 6, the sun just below the horizon down at the docks. On a Saturday the port was usually empty. Plus they had a long strip of road, paved and even, perfect for racing.

Now, Friday night, Justin was sitting in his garage, his roommate and friend, Terrence sitting on the hood of his car, watching as Justin fiddled with his bike.

"You polishing that shit ain't gonna make it faster," he warned and Justin shot him a look. He tried to hide his nerves but those close to him always saw through the front. Sometimes he loved that, but sometimes, like now, he was annoyed with it.

"I'm ok." He stood up and straddled the seat, checking the gages, starting it momentarily to see if everything was alright. He needed gas but he could get that tomorrow. He turned off the bike and got off it, circling it once.

"He's perty fast, ya know? And be careful, J. I mean, a man giving up his throne over a race is a bit sketchy. Just watch your back, alright?"

Justin nodded, his thumb patting the padded seat though his eyes wandered to the garage door, behind his eyes the picture of Nico, great and big, winning everything he wanted, including JC.

"Justin, you got a visitor," Monique said and from behind her, JC stood with a shy smile. Well, speak of the devil.

JC passed Terrence and the young man smirked, sliding from the hood, walking through the door, shutting it on his way in.

Justin turned to JC. He had the overwhelming urge to kiss the man breathless, just touch his face... one last time but he had some things to understand first.

"What are you doing here?" he asked softly, glad he didn't sound too snappy. "I mean, what if someone was to see you, Nico would have my head on a fucking platter. Don't even get me started what he would do to you, I just, don't..." He looked up and JC was smiling.

The brunette came close, sliding a hand into Justin's black hair, his other hand sliding over his waist and Justin fell in with it, leaning towards JC's mouth.

They kissed like they had all the time in the world and sometimes they could sit around and do just that, cuddle and kiss and they weren't too girly or too queer. They were in love and it was all they needed.

JC pulled away as Justin's tongue tried to slide into his mouth and kissed the tip softly. "I don't want you to race anymore," he whispered, leaning in to bite Justin's bottom lip, pulling softly as he looked into the cobalt blue.

"Wha?" the other asked, blinking softly as his eyes closed again and caught JC's lips once again.

"I don't want you to race... What if he wins?" JC asked, rubbing his fingers over Justin's scalp lovingly, his thumb swiping over the creases of Justin's forehead. "What if he wins and you gotta go. I was stupid, I shoulda never mentioned, what if... what if he rigs it, I don't wanna lose you. I'd rather creep around than not be able to. Just--"

Their lips met again and it was a needy kiss, Justin just trying to shut JC's chatter up and he brought him closer, their hips fitting perfectly between each other's. Justin pulled away and rested his forehead on JC's.

"He was gonna get rid of me anyway. You at least gave me a chance. I mean," he kissed JC's cheek, sloppily making his way over to the other's ear, "What if I do win?"

JC grinned and Justin felt the lift of his cheeks against his own and his tongue swiped out to flick against the soft earlobe, nipping at it with his teeth.

"Ok," JC answered and pulled away, settling for one last kiss, one where Justin's tongue touched him deep and his knees buckled and it was just enough to hold him over until tomorrow, where their fate would be decided.

The door closed and Justin sat against his bike, the butterflies in flight, now even more added to the mix, JC's own anxiety adding to his. But as he had promised, he was going to win this, if not for himself... then for JC.

And he kept his promises.

Part 4...
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