Part 16

“Ey, kid. Let me get a hit.” Marcelle reached over and plucked the joint from Justin’s fingers, the blonde rolling his eyes. They were sitting on Marcelle’s steps, a woman behind Justin, his hair curly and wild. She was currently making a part in his hair, pulling slightly when he moved his head.

“Cracka, stop moving your motherfuckin’ dome.”

Justin smiled and took the blunt from Marcelle. He took a few puffs, his cheeks bloating as the smoke drifted around in his mouth.

“Damn, boy. You keep takin’ deep ass hits.” Brazil, the woman braiding his hair, commented, combing through Justin’s curls.

“This is good shit.” he spoke, smoke leaking through his lips with every word. Marcelle laughed and Justin chuckled, blowing out the rest.

“Oh shit, look at them fags.” Marcelle sneered, looking to a couple of men walking, holding hands. Justin opened his mouth to reply but then looked down quieting immediately, his hair getting yanked.

“Sorry.” he mumbled and then looked to Marcelle who was still staring down the men.

“Fucking fags. Ey! Pussies! Get the fuck outta our blocks before I blow your brains out!” the black haired man shouted and Justin winced. Shit, he had never realized Marcelle... he, himself, was like this before. Shame flushed over his body, his cheeks tinged pink. Hypocrite, alright.

The two men flipped him off easily and Marcelle stood up, reaching for his gun. Justin knew he wouldn’t use it but he didn’t want the situation to happen in the first place. He reached up and pulled Marcelle down quickly.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” he asked, giving Marcelle a look. The younger man rolled his eyes and tucked his revolver back in his pants.

“Those fucking queers know they ain’t s’possed to roll ‘round here.”

Justin chewed on the side of his cheek as Marcelle went on, his stomach twisting at the usual harsh words.

He had never felt so remorseful before.

“Hi.” JC said quaintly, reaching up to Justin’s collar, bringing the man down for a kiss. He was half lying, half sitting on the couch and Justin was behind it, bent awkwardly as their mouths attached. Justin easily climbed over the couch, landing on JC, his knee digging between JC’s thighs, the other hanging off the couch.

“Mmm. You taste good.” Justin mumbled, his tongue licking over JC’s lips. “Like chocolate.”

JC grinned and his own tongue slithered out, reaching out to slide against Justin’s own. “Chocolate cookies.” he chuckled and Justin gave him a small smile.

They continued to kiss and a moment later, Justin noticed someone was in the bathroom and the shower was going. He pulled away with a raised eyebrow, his eyes already full of suspicion. JC shook his head.

“That’s my friend, Lance. No, I’m not sleeping with him. Why is he taking a shower? Because all his hot water is out and I’m a friend. You’ll have to try really hard to find any evidence disproving that.” JC sighed simply and Justin couldn’t help but break out in a smile.

“Fucking ass.” he said and leaned down to kiss JC again, his hand massaging the brunette’s sides.

The door opened and Justin’s head whipped up, his eyes big. Even though he didn’t know this person, and this person didn’t know him, he still didn’t like the fact that he had just gotten caught.

“Uh.” Lance said and JC slid from under Justin.

“Um, hey. Uh, Lance, this is Justin. Justin, this is Lance.” he mumbled, his face warm.

Lance nodded and gave Justin a smile while he reached for a handshake. “Hey.” he said, deep voice bellowing.

Justin took the hand lightly and nodded, though he was feeling a little more comfortable about the fact that he was just making out with JC and someone had seen.

“Hey, well. Thanks for letting me use your shower. Joe was being an ass.” Green eyes flashed to JC who blushed, because he knew exactly what Lance was thinking. “So I should go and... leave you two alone. Nice meeting you, Justin.” Lance winked and gathered his bag, sliding out the door in the next minute.

JC turned to Justin. “Well, that was interesting.”

"You tell your friends 'bout me?"

JC shrugged, scratching his head. Justin bit his lip and took a deep breath. The brunette noticed the change in attitude and cleared his throat. "I won't. I mean, if you don't want me to."

Justin smiled and looked at his watch. 2:00. Time for Maury. “Whatever, come here.” He reached for JC and the older man complied easily, slipping into strong arms. Justin stretched for the controller, kissing JC’s neck before turning on the television.

It was Justin’s 22nd birthday and instead of getting drunk with his friends, like they had insisted, he was inside, sitting at the counter of JC’s apartment rolling his eyes as JC made a cake. Of course, the brunette insisted on making it from scratch and not just buying the kind in the boxes.

“I woulda been eatin’ if you had just bought one from Giant.” Justin complained and JC ignored him, cracking the eggs. He had messed up on the amount of flour last time so he had to start over, not that minded. He liked cooking.

“Are you making chocolate?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

JC smirked and put the eggs in the mixed batter. “Good.” he mocked and turned on the mixer, leaning over to see what time it was.

Justin stared at JC with a slight smile. JC was... perfection. If only to Justin, the man represented everything he loved. Yes, loved. With the bright eyes and cheekbones and lithe body and the genuine personality, Justin was happy he was here, with him.

Then something hit him, hard. He didn’t know much about JC.

“Ey.”

JC looked over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“What... tell me ‘bout your past.”

JC smiled and started stirring the batter, adding the cocoa. “Well, um. I was born in D.C. Moved to Bowie. Stayed there ‘til I left for college. Went to University of Maryland, ended up transferring to Boston University and then graduated with a major in Psychology. Then, I moved to Detroit with some friends and I got a job with the government and... here I am today.” He gave Justin a brilliant smile before turning back to his cooking.

Justin smiled back and twisted around on his stool, biting the inside of his cheek. “When was the first time you realized you were... ya know.”

JC cleared his throat and Justin noticed him straighten. “Well, I... I’ll tell you later.” He didn’t look back this time and Justin bit his lip. He hadn’t meant to rub a tender spot, he was just curious.

JC bent over after pouring the batter into a pan to put it in the oven and Justin took a pen and threw it at him, the tip marking JC’s jeans.

The brunette pushed the cake in and straightened, wiping off his hands. Justin was a little disappointed he hadn’t noticed.

“Hm.” JC hummed and stretched, scratching his hair. Justin sighed and started picking at his thumbnail. When JC was still, the younger man looked up, straight into JC’s glass eyes.

“Yes?”

“Close your eyes, alright?”

Justin warily looked at JC then closed them slowly, licking his lips nervously. “What are you doin’?”

“Nothing, I’m just gonna give you something. Now keep your eyes closed.” JC came near; Justin could tell because he could smell his cologne. It was sharp and Justin secretly loved it.

Suddenly, there was something on his forehead, something cold, foreign... he didn’t know what the hell it felt like.

“What you doin’?” Justin tried to slap away JC’s hands, but JC stepped on his toe.

“Stop, let me just finish. It’ll be good.”

Justin groaned and then pushed away. He opened his eyes and glared at JC who looked innocent enough, pouting himself.

“You didn’t let me finish you bamma- Oh! The cake!” he rushed around the counter and Justin put a hand to his forehead. He didn’t feel anything different.

“C, what the hell did you do to my forehead?”

JC closed the oven and leaned against it, giving Justin a shrug. “Nothing.”

Justin, who didn’t trust the carelessness of the answer, went to the bathroom, rubbing at his forehead. He had no idea what the hell that was and--

“Holy shit.” he breathed and his eyes narrowed to slits. Staring back at him was a big black ‘BITCI’ etched on his head, the other parts of the ‘H’ not finished. He quickly took a washcloth and lathered some soap on it, cursing JC as he scrubbed his forehead.

“Justin, you’re cake’s ready.” JC chuckled as he passed and Justin threw down the rag and bolted out the room heading for the bedroom.

“C!” he yelled but JC was already two steps ahead of him and had locked the door. Justin banged on the door, grunting as JC laughed behind it.

“Yes?”

“You fucking open this door and I won’t kick your ass.”

JC laughed loudly and leaned up against the door. “You threw a pen at me, don’t think I didn’t feel it. I was just getting you back.”

Justin banged on the door again and JC’s laughs got louder. He sighed and looked around, thinking of how he was going to get into that room.

Justin looked at the doorknob, seeing the lock. His eyes brightened as he cracked his knuckles, smiling. He knew that lock. He had unlocked that lock easily many times before. He got up, scavenging for a screwdriver. He came back to the bedroom.

“Where’s a screw driver?”

JC’s ears perked up and he grew wary. “Why?” he asked slowly and Justin sighed, knowing JC wouldn’t help. He looked down at his hand, but his fingernails were chewed and they wouldn’t work. These locks were the easiest thing in the world. All he needed was-

A silver glint caught his eye and Justin leaned forward to see the metal.

Butter knife.

Yes. Justin sauntered over to the kitchen and grabbed the utensil, nearly running back over to the bedroom. He stood before it and smirked.

“JC, come out.”

“No.” was the echoed response. Justin was chuckling, twisting the knife, the lock sliding easily. “No!” JC shouted as Justin opened the door and JC ran as far as he could before Justin grabbed his arm and pulled him close.

“I promised you I wouldn’t kick ya ass if you did it the easy way, but nah. You wanted to make it all difficult.” he said with a smile and JC tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“N-no, I was just kidding. I don’t care that you ruined my pants.” He tried to rip his arm from Justin’s grasp. And after about five minutes of them moving, JC, still not having luck with his arm, gave up. “Fine, just don’t get my face. I wanna be pretty when I wake up.” He slumped against the back of the bed and Justin was before him, laughing.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.” Justin then had a glint in his eye and, truthfully, it gave JC the chills.

Justin’s hands were gentle when they went to the hem of JC’s shirt, raising it slowly, JC’s arms limp at his sides.

“What are you doing?” JC whispered and lifted his arms, the sweatshirt sliding off quickly. Justin ran his eyes over the smooth looking chest, the slight curves. His hands started on JC’s shorts, tugging at the waistband.

JC watched as his shorts slid down, his boxers slightly tented and he blushed pink. Justin looked up and grinned, knowingly, smugly and his fingers crawled up JC’s shin, flitting over his thighs to land on the ball of heat of JC’s groin, his palm flat against the warmth.

JC breathed out, taking deep breath as Justin kneaded his crotch, the other hand circling a nipple.

“Hey.” JC moaned, Justin’s finger tugging at the bottoms of his boxers.

“Wha?”

“Your cake.”

Justin bent his head and gave JC’s belly a sloppy kiss, his tongue dipping into the cavern of JC’s navel. JC groaned and moved against Justin’s hand.

“My cake, what?”

JC opened his eyes, forgetting when he had ever closed them and looked at Justin. “It’s still in the oven.” Both looked over to the door, seeing a billow of smoke filtering below the ceiling.

“You said it was done!”

“I was playing.” JC pushed on Justin’s chest, rising also, well aware that he was just in boxers, Justin still clothed. The blonde grinned deviously.

“You first.” he said and JC shook his head, bounding into the kitchen. After turning off the smoke alarm, he took the cake out with mittens, frowning when the charcoal cake smoked, the smell of burnt food in the air. He turned to Justin with a frown.

“Sorry.”

Justin smiled. “It’s a’ight. What you worryin’ for? Just a stupid cake.” He came closer and let his hands smooth over the smooth planes of JC’s body, settling on his back as he leaned in for a kiss.

JC’s arms circled his neck and he opened his mouth to Justin’s tongue, the muscle exploring once it was in.

Justin’s hands ran over JC’s upper body, his fingers venturing lower, palms gliding over JC’s ass. The older man moaned and pressed forward, his eyes fluttering at the sensation.

“Bedroom.” JC panted once he got some air and Justin screwed up his face.

“Huh?” JC kissed Justin again, his tongue swiping over the blonde’s teeth. “The bedroom.” he whispered, staring straight into Justin’s eyes. The blonde suddenly knew and nodded, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.

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