Part 4

"Are you ready yet?" Chris bellowed as he and Lance bounded into Tyler and Justin's room. "I want to get there before we have to start paying."

"Not yet. Your roommate is trying to talk my roommate into a pair of leather pants." Tyler answered him. At that, Nick came out of the bathroom wearing his own pair of black leather pants and a shiny black shirt. "Any luck?" Tyler asked him.

Nick rolled his eyes. "I'm trying. He looks great, but he's all nervous about wearing them. He looks great, though." He then turned to the closed bathroom door and yelled, "Timberlake, get your ass out there!"

Slowly the door opened at Justin eased himself out. "So, what do you think?" he asked nervously, running his hands down his attire. He was greeted with silence. His face fell and began to head back to the bathroom. "I'll change." he muttered.

"No!" Lance yelled with more force than he meant to. "No, nothing's wrong with your clothes. It's just…..damn."

"Exactly." Tyler agreed, nodding his head. "I believe that only the word 'damn' can describe what I'm feeling right now."

Justin was wearing a pair of low-slung tan leather pants that fit like a second skin, and form fitting white wifebeater under an open pale blue button-down shirt. A matching bandanna was tied around his head.

"So, I look alright?" Justin asked apprehensively. Chris chuckled and answered, "Let's put it this way. Tonight, I can understand being gay."

"Hey, looking at you, I don't understand why anyone would want to stay straight." Nick added.

The boys were taking Justin to his first ever club. That entire Saturday morning had been spent getting preparations, like Justin's fake ID (that only said he was 18, since they all agreed that it would be pushing it for someone to believe that a 14 year old was 21) and the leather pants that he was now wearing. Chris's car was waiting downstairs for them. They weren't allowed to have cars on the weekdays, but you could bring your car on campus, and the headmaster would hold the keys until the weekend, when vehicle use was allowed. Chris had spent all summer working to buy a car, and he was very proud of it, even though it was a purple 1972 El Camino.

"Man, I know that I'm not old enough to drive and have no car, therefore, I shouldn't complain. But, damn, Chris, could you at least paint this car a different color?" asked Lance.

Chris narrowed his eyes and shot a glare into the backseat. "Next year when you turn sixteen, then your rich ass can chauffer us around. Until then, I don't want anyone to utter one bad word about Bridget, understand? She's sensitive." Chris then began to coo to the car while stroking the dashboard.

"Ok, if Chris is finished making love to the car, I'd like to go now." Tyler yelled from the backseat, interrupting Chris's love fest. They drove into Boston, singing along to songs on the radio on at the top of their lungs. They walked into the club and Lance went off to the bar, while Tyler and Nick went off to dance. That left Chris and Justin, and Chris decided to pull Justin to the back to beat him in a game of pool.

"Chris, I told you I suck at this." Justin complained as he hit the white ball in a pocket for the third time that night.

"I know, but I thought you were just exaggerating. If I'd known you were this bad, I'd have put some money on it." Chris said chuckling as he sent three balls in. He looked up and then paused. "Don't look now, but your not so secret admirer is here."

"Where?" asked Justin, whipping his head around to look.

Chris pulled him back around and sighed heavily. "Didn't I just tell you not to turn around? He's two tables behind us. If you're going to look, do it slowly, like you're looking around for something else. Do not make direct eye contact, ok?" Justin nodded his head and then began to look around slowly. His breath caught when he saw Josh, leaning casually against one of the tables, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. As he leaned back, his shirt rode up and Justin could see the thin trail of black hair below his navel. Justin turned around quickly and resumed playing the game with Chris, but his thoughts were on Josh. He knew that he had been forewarned about Josh, and that he should be wary, but he wanted him. He wanted him so badly he could taste it. The truth was, even if Josh was everything they said he was, he didn't care. Justin knew that resistance was futile. If Josh really wanted him, then Justin knew that he would relent.

_ _ _

"Hey, Chasez, isn't that your new boy toy over there?" Brian asked as he took a shot at the pool table, sending two balls in.

Kevin looked around and spotted Justin. "It sure as hell is. And damn, Josh, he's wearing the hell out of those leather pants."

That comment caused Josh to straighten up from his stance at the pool tale and look around. Justin in leather pants? That was a sight worth seeing. He looked and then he spotted him, bending over to take his shot, and Josh couldn't stop his mouth from watering.

"So, that's the kid I've been hearing about huh? Well, as much as I'm against this, I must admit that you sure do know how to pick 'em kid." Joey told him.

Josh smiled at the sight of Justin bending over again, and he had to discreetly adjust his pants. "I'll see you guys in a minute." he said, wriggling his eyebrows.

_ _ _

At the table, Justin was grumbling about his awful pool playing. "Chris, man, it's no fun to have you repeatedly kicking my ass. I really suck at this." he grumbled.

"Well, maybe all you need is a good teacher." came a voice from behind him. Justin turned around to see Josh behind him. Josh's hands closed over Justin's on the pool cue, and he slowly pulled Justin down, his body covering his. Justin could feel Josh's hardness pressed into his back and he shuddered. Together they hit in four balls. "See, it's all about focus." Josh whispered, his tongue darting out to Justin's ear.

At that simple movement, all Justin's control was shattered. He looked back at Josh, knowing that the flushed cheeks were giving him away. Josh sat up and hooked his thumbs into Justin's belt loops, bringing him closer. "I feel like heading back. Want to come with me?" he asked, his tongue darting out again, but this time touching Justin's upper lip. Justin nodded eagerly, and then realized that maybe he was being a little too desperate, so he cleared his throat and said, "I have to tell my friends that I'm leaving."

"Chris, he's leaving." Josh said without taking his eyes off of Justin, and Justin realized that he had forgotten that his friend was even there. He didn't have much time to dwell on it however, as Josh pulled him out of the club and towards a red BMW Roadster.

The ride back to school was quiet, and so was the walk to Josh's room. As soon as they stepped into the room, though, Justin was pushed back into the door as Josh covered his ear with his lips, biting the earlobe and then tonguing away the sting. He then moved to Justin's neck, and his head fell back, allowing for more access. He felt Josh's hands pulling at his beater, and he lifted up his arms to help him out. The shirt was thrown into a corner as Josh's tongue slid from Justin's neck to his collarbone, and down to a nipple. His teeth pulled at the nub, biting gently, and Justin gasped, his back arching.

Josh continued his assault on Justin's nipple, while a hand moved to cup Justin's dick and rubbed him through the leather pants. Justin's back was arched so much he thought it might break. Then just as suddenly as it began, Josh stopped, and moved to sit on the bed, leaving Justin breathless and confused at the door.

Josh leaned back against the wall, and spread his legs wide, his hand rubbing at the hardness beneath his jeans. "Strip," was the low command he gave, his silver-blue eyes burning holes through Justin. Nervously, Justin kicked off his shoes and socks, and then took a big gulp of air before his trembling fingers went to the laces on his pants. He looked up to see Josh still staring at him, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Justin looked back down and pulled apart the laces, and pushed his pants down, his skin burning with embarrassment.

"No underwear?" Josh asked, the smirk fully in place.

If possible, Justin blushed deeper. "Um, well, Nick said that it'd be better, because you know, they would get in the way…" Josh grabbing his arm and pulling him to the bed cut off Justin's babbling in mid sentence. Josh leaned back on the bed and pulled Justin up to straddle his chest. Then without warning, Josh's mouth engulfed Justin's erection, causing Justin to cry out and involuntarily thrust his hips. Josh's hands came up to Justin's waist his fingers gripping them to stop Justin's thrusting. Josh pulled his mouth off of Justin's dick, and teasingly licked the underside, his tongue trailing up to the large head. He swirled his tongue around the head before deep throating it again. It was all too much for Justin, and his hands gripped Josh's forearms, his head falling back and a loud cry emitting from his mouth as he came.

Justin barely had time to recover before Josh pushed him up to his feet and bent him over, Justin's hands gripping the desk in front of him. A slicked up finger started probing at Justin's entrance and he froze.

"J…Josh…hold on…I've never…this part…" Justin stuttered, and Josh paused.

"So, you're a virgin?" he asked, and Justin nodded, his face flushing red. Josh gave another of those sexy low chuckles and then said, "Well, then I'll just have to make it good for you, then won't I?" At that, he pressed his finger into Justin, seeking out his prostrate. He finger-fucked him for a moment before removing that one finger and then coming back in with two. By the time he reached three fingers, Justin was hard again, and was begging for Josh to continue. Josh unzipped his pants and put on a condom, never stopping his assault on Justin's hole.

"So, you want this, huh?" he asked, placing his dick at Justin's entrance.

"Yesss," Justin hissed, trying to rock his ass back onto Josh's erection. Josh laughed at his attempt, and grabbed Justin's hip with one hand, guiding his erection into Justin with the other. Justin was unprepared for the pain and instantly tensed up, a low moan of pain emitting from him.

"No, Justin, relax. I'm gonna make you feel good, I promise, but you've got to relax." Josh whispered to him. Justin took a huge breath and tried to relax to the best of his ability as Josh pushed in completely. Tears burned at the back of Justin's eyes as Josh's hip met Justin's ass. He realized then that Josh was still completely dressed, the denim of his jeans rubbing against Justin's ass.

"I'm all the way in now. That was the worst part." Josh reassured as he began to slowly thrust into Justin. Even though it still hurt, Justin realized that Josh was right as tiny slivers of pleasure began to intermingle with the pain, Josh's jeans against his ass creating a delicious type of friction. Josh kept his movements slow, making sure to hit Justin's spot, until Justin was pushing his hips back into Josh, trying to get more.

"Harder," Justin moaned, the pleasure of the moment starting to overtake his body. Josh obliged and the thrusts got deeper, harder, and nastier. Justin felt that he was rock-hard again, and he took a hand off of the desk to touch himself.

"Don't," Josh growled, grabbing Justin's hand and placing it back on the desk. "I want to see if you can come like this." The tone in Josh's voice was not to be argued with, and as if to emphasize his point, he almost pulled out completely, and then corkscrewed his hips as he thrust to hit Justin at a completely different angle. Justin howled in pleasure, his hips moving back to meet Josh. This change of angle completely unhinged Justin, and after a few minutes, his entire body began to shake.

"Josh…I can't…" Justin began, before orgasm ripped through his body and he cried out, coming all over the desk.

"Damn…so tight…" Josh cried out before coming deep inside Justin, his hands gripping Justin's hips so tightly that he knew there would be marks in the morning. He pulled out of Justin and collapsed on his bed, spent, while Justin slid to the floor.

"So, you can come without being touched." Josh said. Justin couldn't see his face through his post-orgasmic haze, but he could hear the amusement in Josh's voice. "That's damn sexy, Justin. I'm gonna have to keep you around for awhile."

Shakily, Justin got up to his feet and began looking for his clothes. Josh's back was turned to him, and Justin was uneasy about the fact that he had no idea about what to do in an after-sex type situation. Quickly, but quietly he dressed. He was getting ready to sneak out of the door when Josh turned back around.

"Tomorrow, brunch. Be there." Josh commanded, and then turned back around. As Justin walked back to his room, he wondered if he wasn't in over his head by being in this thing with Josh Chasez.

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