In Those Jeans

“Tell me is there any more room for me, in those jeans. Lookin’ good, plenty tight, please, is there anymore room for me, in those jeans?”

It was so fitting, JC walking around, murmuring a Ginuwine song, his hips swaying to the beat he heard in his head. Of course, he was wearing those jeans. And it was such a set up Justin could only stare.

They were on the long couch, Joey’s furniture always comfy as they watched TV, JC wandering around aimlessly. When he walked in front of Justin’s vision, humming about looking fat in those jeans, Justin couldn’t quite help himself.

JC had this pair of denims that Justin had a personal obsession with. Just a plain bootleg cut, but the way JC could wear them, the way the brunette’s hips sashayed in the not too tight, not too loose pair of pants. And with the wife beater only coming up to his navel, that gorgeous line of dark disappearing underneath the waistline, Justin thought it was clearly justified, this fascination.

“You’ve got that thunder, and it only makes me wonder how it feels to get up in those jeans,” JC murmured, head bopping ever so slightly and Justin stood, agreeing whole-heartedly.

The brunette disappeared into the hall and Justin was quick to follow, eyes darting from corner to corner until they fell onto him, standing in front of a dresser, fingers playing with a shirt. And Justin, not having an ounce of will power, slid up close, the few feet agonizing before he pressed close to the older man, his front molded to JC’s back. Justin smiled as he cut JC off mid line.

He wasn’t quite sure what was gonna happen, not sure if this would work but another part of him didn’t care. As long as he got his hands on what he wanted: JC.

Arms wrapping around the elder’s waist, a hand dipping low on his belly, the other splaying upward, a pinky slipping into the exposed navel. His nose slipped through the silky tresses of hair, some expensive brand of shampoo even more tantalizing and he closed his eyes as his hold tightened.

JC brought an arm up with a sigh, hooking it around Justin’s neck, fingers brushing against the baby curls before trailing the digits up and down the dip of his shoulder.

With his lips pursed, Justin let his hand press against a hip bone, teeth nipping at a pliable earlobe, lips covering the bared flesh, tongue swiping out with a lick at every inch his hand slipped further down JC’s body.

JC’s head fell back on his shoulder, lips parting as his eyes closed with a mumble.

“Keep singing,” Justin hummed into JC’s sideburn, wet lips molding across a temple.

“I wanna know, all I wanna know is if I can have what’s up in those jeans, baby can I have what’s up–“ he ended with a hitch as his breath caught in his chest, Justin’s hand flat as it slipped over his crotch.

The brunette took a deep, trembling breath as Justin’s hand skirted along the inseam of his jeans, the burning sclading his thigh. He ached as he took another quick breath, Justin’s hand getting so close.

The blonde’s other hand, all the while innocent slipped up the broad chest, fingertips crossing the almost invisible adam’s apple before smoothing over a rounded bottom lip, enticing JC with a kiss to his cheek.

“JC,” he whispered and pushed even closer, his hands abrupt in raising, cupping what JC hid beneath those jeans. It was no doubt heavenly music to his ears when the brunette pressed back and moaned against his fingers, the sound vibrating right through the tips down to his own groin.

“Yes,” JC answered, closing his eyes as he pressed against Justin’s hand, his own hand on Justin’s neck tightening with each push and pull of his body.

“Yes?” Justin questioned, teeth biting softly as the slope of his face, tongue smoothing over the edges.

“Yes,” he repeated with a ghost of a smile before turning into a kiss, their tongues touching with solid electricity, “You can have it.”

-Fin-