Part 10

The silence was deafening. It almost hurt JC’s ears as he sat on the bed, Justin leaning on the door. It had to be the most uncomfortable silence in his life.

"Ain’t you gonna talk?" Justin’s voice was low and husky and JC found himself staring at the younger man, gawking almost.

"Aren’t you hot?" he blurted out, blushing. He hid his face, though Justin smiled slightly, not saying anything as he shook out of his big down jacket, leaving him in a few shirts, the top one white with a red Coogi label on it.

That was interesting. Coogi products cost over $100. Where did Justin get the money? He didn’t dwell on it.

"What you wanna talk about?" There was a whiff of smoke in the air and JC looked at Justin, his eyes skimming pockets and finally spotted the Newport box sticking out of the coat pocket. He didn’t know Justin smoked... And what the hell was this? Learn about Justin day?

"You smoke?"

Justin looked alarmed at the question and patted his pants pockets.

"Your jacket... just a question." Justin never tasted like cigarettes.

"Yeah. Why?"

"No reason."

Silence.

God, what JC wouldn’t give for this conversation to stop being awkward. He was fidgeting and Justin was too calm, his lips pursed together tightly. He hated this.

"So..." JC prompted as his toes tapped against the carpet.

"This is pointless." Justin turned to leave and JC stood, trying to think of something to make him stay but the blonde turned around and gave JC a glance, a long sweep of his eyes over the older man’s body and JC tensed as if the gaze was touching him.

Justin turned around with a shake of his head and continued on out the door, leaving JC to ponder just what had happened and what the hell that had accomplished.

The next days were horrible. Point fucking blank.

They were avoiding each other and doing the shittiest job known to man.

Justin would walk in; JC would get tense and stare like a little star struck teen. Great. JC’d pass Justin in the small kitchen and suddenly there’d be tension of the worst kind, a hand grazing against a waist unconsciously. They needed to learn to keep their eyes and hands to themselves.

And tonight, it had been no different.

JC was working on some business, a.k.a doing nothing but surfing the internet and trying not to get bored. He needed something, though, to occupy his time otherwise it’d be filled with stressing and worrying. Justin hadn’t come home the night before, but that wasn’t the part that was bothering him. Oh no.

The door opened and JC’s eyes shot to the door too quickly so he put his head down and tried to act like he didn’t care who was coming in.

A group of men, all with low grunts hustled in and now, JC couldn’t help but gawk. Who the hell were these men in his house? He stood up, ready to say something.

Then Justin stepped in and closed the door behind him, his eyes connecting with JC’s.

Marcelle stepped forward before anything could be said between them and wobbled over to JC, holding out his hand.

"Thanks." he said politely, taking JC’s hand in a firm shake. "For the other night, I... thanks." He gave JC a small smile before hopping back over to the crowd in JC’s kitchen. The brunette was still cautious. And as much as he didn’t want to, he kept an eye on the bunch. When he turned back to Justin, the young man was smirking. JC clenched his fists in his lap.

"Come on, y’all." Justin said, still looking at JC, the older man blushing in response though he refused to look away. Justin wasn’t going to have that satisfaction. But Justin broke it at once and looked at his friends. "Y’all saw my place, now get the fuck out." he said with a smile and JC savored the picture. It was hard to make Justin smile, genuinely.

There was a lot of muffling and laughing and finally the rumbling ceased and JC could look up from his computer. Justin was staring at him, again.

"You need to stop." JC whispered and then cleared his voice. "And I love how you invited those guys up and let them raid my fridge. Don’t do it again." He said firmly. It was his apartment after all. Justin was just staying in it. And only god knew why.

He turned back to his computer, idly typing, trying to act like he couldn’t feel that gaze on his side, his hands becoming warm.

"I’m taking a shower." Justin said simply, suddenly and started for the bathroom. JC watched with interested eyes. And then he gaped because Justin was slipping off his shirt, slowly, teasingly and JC knew he was drooling. The muscles in Justin’s back flexed manly and his biceps tightened as he threw the shirt to the side. His fingers fiddled, slowly mind you, with the buttons on his jeans. JC’s eyes were glued.

The denim pooled around his ankles and he bent over, picking up the material with ease. And it was this big production, put on solely for the enjoyment of JC’s crotch. It liked it.

"Fuck." He hissed when Justin pulled the striped boxers down briefly, showing a smooth part of his... oh wow, his-

The bathroom door shut with a slam and JC jumped off the couch, his computer on the floor. "Shit." He checked it out and nodded. "No damage done..." His eyes strayed to the bathroom door. "Well... maybe."

JC hated his life. Well not really, he just hated Justin... What was his last name again?

"Oh for god sakes’, you don’t even know his last name."

JC brought the tangled sheets from his legs and burrowed underneath it. Well, Justin whatever-his-last-name-was was fucking with his head. He was going crazy, the ache in groin not ceasing, knowing, just knowing that he was out there, lying on the couch, his couch, naked. Who slept naked these days? Well... Justin did apparently and now JC had an eyeful of nude Justin whenever he closed his eyes. A shiver licked up his legs, landing in his belly.

"Ugh." he groaned and kicked the bed because he was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. "Dammit!" He clambered out of bed, kicking the frame because he could and stomped towards the kitchen. He stopped though, when he stood in front of his door. Justin was out there.

Naked.

"Fucking A. Just ignore him. You need something to eat. That’s whats wrong." Sure.

JC opened the door with closed eyes and felt his way to the kitchen. His hand felt along the walls. He knew pretty well his way; he just hoped he didn’t- Oof. What the hell was... Oh, soft skin... oh good lord, no.

JC peeked, slightly opened one eye and cursed every living thing known to man, his family, his department, his old dog, Baby.

"So I see you’re a hands-on kinda guy."

JC closed his eye and stepped back, his hands feeling behind him. He was going to ignore that Justin was just a foot, a foot in front of him and go back to bed. And besides, that joke sucked.

"That was lame."

In a second, there was body heat against JC, he felt it through his t-shirt and he gulped. There was a leg between his and he jittered against it. This didn’t look good.

"W-what are you doing?" Justin was putting on a show, he knew that much. But why? "Why, I mean."

Justin stepped closer, his other leg on the other side of JC and the brunette was suddenly up against his door. Dammit, this was familiar.

"I don’t know."

JC’s hands pushed him away though his eyes were still closed.

"Why are your eyes closed?"

JC took in a deep breath. "Because... because you’re naked... and, and I don’t know what I would do if I saw you." JC was being honest with himself and Justin, and he wasn’t caring whether he looked or sounded cliche, he was being honest.

Justin’s hand was on his face then, callous fingertips grazing against his eyelids. They fluttered open when the digits left. Oh... He looked down, Justin Jr. smiling up at him. "Wow." He looked up, straight into Justin’s eyes and felt it. All that tension, rising right before him, bubbling over the top of the pot and he felt it.

He leaned forward; planting a hand on the back of Justin’s neck, bringing their lips together in a needy, greedy kiss that just about killed JC. His tongue licked into Justin’s mouth, swirling around the silky muscle in a rhythm he hadn’t even known he had started.

Justin was holding onto his hips, pushing them against the door, his teeth gnashing with JC’s, his tongue licking the roof of the older man’s mouth.

JC’s hands were quick and all over the subject before him. One rubbed lower, sliding over the short hairs around Justin’s navel, trailing down to his pubic hair. JC’s palm was light and soft against Justin and then it hovered above the blonde’s crotch, not sure whether to take the chance. Justin nipped at his tongue, sucking the abused flesh a second later and JC’s mind was made up. His hand enclosed that tight heat, Justin gasping into his mouth.

And then it hit Justin. He wasn’t kissing JC, his hips moving against the brunette’s hand. JC was kissing him, jacking him.

He pulled away with a grunt and wiped his lips, his chest rising and falling quickly and his stone eyes searched JC’s rapidly before pushing away, harder. JC watched with taken eyes as Justin slid into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, pulling at the garments, then grabbing what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes. He slammed the door on his way out and JC scowled. Yet again, it was his fault... then again, when was it never his fault that Justin ran away?

Part 11 [coming soon]
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