Friends make the best lovers.
Justin and JC were sitting on the couch of the tourbus, both gazing uninterestedly at the blaring TV.
Justin turned back, his spine pressed against JC's chest, and smiled up at his friend. A smile that warmed the other man's body. It was an appreciation smile.
The brunette looked down and slowly, want washed over him, his hand coming up to wipe away a fallen eyelash.
Justin looked at him with big eyes as his own flitted over the blonde's mouth then back up to his eyes, guilt searing him quickly.
He pushed up and gave Justin a small smile. "I'm tired, I'm just gonna go on to bed."
Justin didn't argue though he cursed his inability to move quicker. If he had just leaned in, they could have touched. Just, that close.
Justin shook his head from his thoughts, turning to watch the tv again, numbly.

Hearts never lie.
When they had won a grammy, JC had squeezed Justin tight. He whispered a husky, "God, thank you." before moving onto Lance but Justin's eyes remained on the brunette now walking quickly up to the podium. He had felt it in JC's hug.
At the after party it came back, JC a little more than buzzed but not quite drunk. The beer in his hand swirled easily and Justin smiled at him, silently beckoning him near.
The brunette stumbled over, endearing eyes regarding him. "I want you to take me home." he spoke hushed, and Justin's face screwed up in confusion. "Just take me home." JC was in his face now and Justin moved back nodding.
At JC's house, when they were sitting on the bed, Justin trying his best to get JC's clothes off without creaming his pants. JC was hard.
"You act like you've never seen an erect cock before." It was so JC that he would use a professional word like erect before such a vulgar one like cock.
Justin slid off the man's pants, ignoring the tent in the boxers. He reached up to work on the shirt but JC's hand caught his wrist and brought his fingers down, placing his open palm against the prominent bulge in front of him. The older man sighed in pleasure, moving Justin's stiff hand with his own.
"Come on." JC opened his eyes and they weren't so glassy anymore and Justin cursed his bandmate. He wasn't that far gone.
"You're not drunk." Justin spoke softly and took away his hand, making sure his fingertips grazed JC's bare thighs. "You're not fucking drunk. Get in bed."
He left a minute later, resting against the door when it was closed.

I'm wanting you, and I can't deny it.
They were dancing because Justin had promised JC a dance. Now, here they were, their arms wrapped around each other, their heads tilted toward each other, Jeffrey Osborne singing to them.
"I want to kiss you so badly right now." JC's whisper hit Justin's lips in a billow of air. The younger man opened his eyes, looking straight into glass blue.
"I don't think I can let you." replied Justin, who shook his head and closed his eyes again.
"Why not?"
Justin wasn't caught off guard by the question, he just didn't know how to respond to it.
"Because, I... I can't explain it."
JC's face slanted with his frown. "Please."
"Please what?"
JC's hand skirted over Justin's shoulder blade and back again, his fingers curling around the thick neck. "Please, tell me."
Justin stalled until the song was over.
"Well, I have to go." He walked out of JC's embrace, turning off the CD player.
JC narrowed his eyes in thought. "Thanks for the dance." he said absently, his mind on Justin's demeanor.

Something won't let me be. Let me lay with you.
They were on the couch, watching "Trading Spaces" on television when Justin did it.
His lips were smooth with cantaloupe juice and they slid across JC's lips fluidly, his lips shifting against JC's slowly.
JC had picked up his arms and pulled him close, not breaking the sweet contact. Their lips meshed together and their heads angled every once in a while.
When Justin pulled back, his hand pushed on JC's cheek softly. "There." he whispered and he looked with anxious eyes at JC.
"Why are you scared?" JC questioned, the air between them warm.
Justin closed his eyes and kept JC at a fair distance when the brunette leaned in again. "Because this is wrong. On so many levels."
JC shook his head eagerly, wanting to get it across that this wasn't. "No. Its not."
Justin opened his eyes. "Yes, it is. You're my best friend. I can't take advantage of your position-"
"You can't take advantage of something that wants to be taken."
Justin stood silently, his body cold as the brisk air brushed against him.
"At least stay here." JC pleaded in a voice Justin couldn't deny.
They laid across the plush pillows. Justin's face smothered into JC's shoulder, JC's eyes downcast, watching with yearning eyes his friend. Friend.

Best Friends. Lovers. Lovers. Best Friends. Best lovers. Best...
"You're allowed to touch me but I'm not allowed to touch you?" Justin was tipsy, Bicardi pulsing lazily through his veins. And he wasn't ready to answer JC's question.
"Justin, listen to me."
Justin slid through the crowd, twisting out of JC's grip and started dancing with a girl.
He took her home that night and JC watched with angry eyes. Confusion never felt so horrible.

You take me higher. Keep my breathless.
A long beautiful finger slipped down his chin, the callous pad feeling out of place among the smooth flawless skin.
"You love me?" Justin's voice was nothing but a whisper and JC nodded his head. "You do?"
JC opened his eyes. "You fishing for compliments?"
Justin, with steady eyes, laid along JC's body, ignoring that the older man was tense and rigid and that his heart was pounding in his ears.
"Relax."
"No. Don-"
Their lips met with a soft urgency that made Justin's toes quiver. Their tongues encountering shy and soft and sweet. Twirling around each other as quickly as they wanted to go, their noses brushing against each other every so often.
Hands brushed against soft skin pulled tight over muscle and bone, soft whimpers hitting the ceiling and walls.
JC pulled back first. "You play games." He nipped at Justin's bottom lip before leaning up for another kiss.
Justin trailed wet noisy kisses over the older man's jaw. "I had to be sure." he murmured into the tight skin of JC's neck. He pushed them over, JC settling in between Justin's legs. Justin's hand ventured lower as JC sucked on his tongue obscenely. He gripped JC's ass harshly when it was just their tongues meeting, sliding against each others wetly. He leaned forward and caught the brunette's lips in a scalding kiss.

Best Friends.
Glasses of wine raised in accordance to the ceremony and Justin exhaled at the end of the table, his own glass raised.
"To years of beauty."
Justin rolled his eyes.
"To years of wealth."
JC nudged him with his foot.
"To years of beautiful wealth."
Was JC actually laughing at that?
"To peace."
JC leaned in.
"To love."
Justin smiled against JC's mouth.
"Hey, you two." Johnny wagged a finger at them. "Stop fooling around and at least act like you're paying attention."
Justin smiled, pulling JC's hand in his lap, looking towards the CEO who was speaking, a satisfied smile splayed across his face.

-Fin-
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