Part 14

Awkward Beginnings.

If there was a book after them, and this was a chapter in it, JC was sure that would be the title. They were moving as one now, getting used to the idea that they couldn’t deny love... Love? Yeah, maybe, love... They couldn’t deny love no matter how hard they tried.

Though things were awkward, like when they were lying on the couch, both pretending to watch the TV when they were really watching each other. There were uncomfortable silences in the morning when they would eat breakfast.

But JC didn’t care at the end of the day because having Justin, half naked in his bed had to be the best reward he’d ever gotten in all his 26 years.

Justin was currently slipping out of his shirt, throwing it to a corner of the room before working on his jeans. All JC could do was stare. Justin’s hips shimmied and down fell the pants, the blonde kicking them to the corner where his shirt lies.

He started for the bed and JC gulped, sitting against the headboard, uncertain. Even though this wouldn’t be the first time Justin was sleeping with him, he was still hesitant.

“Mmm.” Justin hummed as he slid beneath he covers, his knee rubbing against JC’s ankle. “You sleep sittin’ up?” His eyes closed and he stretched out, JC sinking down until he was parallel to Justin. “Hm.” he hummed again and JC inhaled deeply as strong arms wrapped around him. He settled in nicely, burrowing closer upon seeing that Justin wasn’t going anywhere.

“C?”

JC smiled at the new nickname. “Yea?”

Justin groaned and brought JC closer, the heat between them scorching. “Night.”

JC exhaled with a laugh, his heart thumping against his ribs insanely loud. “Good night.”

Justin was on top, his tongue sliding into JC’s mouth easily. The older man’s legs circled Justin’s waist in response, his hand gripping onto braids as Justin pressed him into the mattress.

They wouldn’t get any sleep that night, he knew that for sure.

It was magnificent, kissing JC. It was like home, something he knew familiarly and he could do easily. Justin wasn’t used to men, sexually that is. He didn’t know where to put his hands or what to touch but on JC, it was effortless, it was natural and he lived through the day thinking about it.

JC’s hips lifted to grind against his and he moaned into the brunette’s mouth, a hand skidding over a nude side. Justin’s hand slowly and unsurely traced the waistband of JC’s shorts, his lips caressing JC’s gently.

“Oh.” JC purred and Justin took that as a cue, his hand slipping beneath the elastic band to slide against JC’s bare ass. His other hand tightened in the older man’s hair, bringing him as close as he could, making sure he could feel the hardness between his legs. JC moaned and kissed Justin harder.

They pulled away for air and JC was busy murmuring about needing this, Justin agreeing easily.

Justin’s mouth attached itself to the broad display of JC’s neck, all smooth and peach colored, feeling against his tongue like silk. He gave a little nip and JC thrusted against his hip. The hand that was still in JC’s boxers slid halfway out, fingers gripping the offending material. The clothes, Justin had decided, needed to go as soon as possible.

He lowered the cloth slowly; JC’s hands sliding over his damp shoulders easily, the older man leaning up for another kiss. The minute JC lifted his hips, the boxers were off and on the floor, Justin’s hands kneading the brunette’s flushed thigh.

Justin had seen a dick before. He saw his all the time. When his friends were being obnoxious, whipping out their shit, he’d laugh and get a glimpse. But now, with JC’s throbbing and flustered before him, there was something different. Something ached in his belly and his lips twitched, wanting to get just a taste. The thought frightened him clearly and he shot up, panting as his racing heart beat wildly.

“I-I can’t. I’m sorry-”

JC leaned up and grabbed his arms. “No, don’t... don’t leave. I don’t care, I don’t care. Just stay.” he pleaded softly and when he lowered, he was glad Justin was settling down beside him, a hand thrown over his naked chest.

“I haven’t... I’m...”

“It’s ok. I don’t care-”

“You do. Don’t lie and say you don’t.” Justin said and looked at him with big eyes.

JC shook his head and reached out, touching Justin’s neck affectionately. “Sex is great. I love it. But it’s not everything. I understand and it’s ok. Don’t think we have to fuck immediately, just because we... are, ya know.” Justin gave a small nod, closing his eyes. He didn’t really get why JC was with him if it wasn’t about sex. Sure, he was cool and he had a nice body but he was a lot more trouble than he was sure it was worth.

“I don’t get why you’re so cool ‘bout this. You’re a cop and I’m a duck. Ain’t that like... sleepin’ with the enemy?”

JC raised an eyebrow. "Duck? Erm..."

Justin chuckled to himself and cleared his throat. "Hoodrat."

JC snapped his finger and pointed at Justin. "I got ya." Then he thought more about it and rolled his eyes. “If I have to tell you one more time that I’m not a cop...” he trailed off as Justin chuckled, a broad palm skimming his stomach. When Justin looked up, JC blushed and looked away, closing his eyes. “Good night.” he muttered and felt Justin’s breath ghost across his neck.

“Night.”

Right before JC was asleep, he peeked, Justin lying beside him, blonde eyelashes fluttering, pale cheeks relaxed and JC chuckled to himself.

Sleeping With the Enemy.

If this were a movie, it’d definitely be named that.

Part 15
Tricky Index