Justin took a deep breath and laid JC down on the comforter of the bed, a hand at the small of his back, the other at his neck. He bent down and kissed JC, just to stall longer on what they were about to do. It’s not that he didn’t want to have sex with JC. It was just that... well, he didn’t know if he could.

JC kissed him deep then, his tongue touching his soul and Justin fell in with the motion, his head angling.

JC’s hands worked on his belt while he tried to get out of his wife beater without separating the kiss. He soon found it impossible and pulled away only to slip out of it and throw it away, coming back down to JC’s mouth. The brunette’s hands slid down his pants and tugged on his boxers, his own hands helping with it.

JC was gawking when Justin’s boxers were on the other side of the room, his outstretched cock bare and exposed. The brunette tried to get his mind working, but it was currently on hold because Justin was moving closer and JC could feel the heated flesh against his thighs.

Once they were both naked and tangled in a mess of arms and legs, Justin was on that familiar path down JC’s body. He kissed the older man’s hipbone, his hands spreading JC’s thighs easily.

JC opened his eyes and stared at Justin, giving him a “you don’t have to do this” look, but Justin ignored it and swallowed his fear thickly.

He licked his lips, slowly bringing trembling fingers to JC’s proud cock, which was upright and pulsating. Light fingertips slid down to the base then back up. JC had his head back, but his eyes were still open.

Justin leaned forward, taking a deep breath again, and with his tongue extended, swiped up the shaft, his fingers coming to grip the base. His tongue swirled around the head once and JC groaned, thrusting up slightly.

Justin swallowed again and with one hand on JC’s cock, the other on the bed he leaned in, taking half the length in his mouth.

JC moaned and thrust, hitting the back of Justin’s throat. Immediately guilty, he tried to station his hips but Justin was licking him and stroking him, though the movements were slow, they were still from Justin. And that seemed to make it so much better.

Justin moved up and hooked JC’s right leg over his shoulder, lowering himself further. He hollowed out his cheeks upon JC’s begging and Justin’s other hand slid up the older man’s thigh to press down on the brunette’s hip.

“Ooh... Oh, shit... Fuck, J-Justin...” JC thrust effortlessly, his hands gripping the comforter tightly, his fingernails biting into his skin even through the thick material. “Damn.” he breathed and Justin took his mouth away, instead taking long, leisurely licks. His broad tongue found the underside of JC’s cock and JC’s belly tightened, his groin following as he pushed against Justin’s mouth faster.

“Shit, shit. Baby, oh.” JC really wanted to warn Justin but when it came time to, JC’s body tense and rigid, he couldn’t find the words and he came quickly, his body turning to nothing the next second.

Justin, who was surprised and shocked, got up from his knees, rushing to the bathroom. JC put a hand over his head, his chest bouncing with every violent beat of his heart.

Justin came back, lying uncertainly next to JC who was still naked and still spread out. He was mildly aware that he was going against everything he had tried to overcome, but with another look at JC, sexy and divine, lying beside him, he had no objections.

JC opened his eyes when his heart calmed, his vision no longer blurry and saw Justin sitting beside him, all wide eyes and parted lips. JC felt himself react quickly. He reached out for Justin, his hand curling around the sturdy neck, bringing the man down for another kiss and JC’s tongue licked at his cheek, tasting himself. He moaned and brought Justin to lay on him, his already half hard cock rubbing against Justin’s thigh.

Justin settled between JC’s legs, the brunette’s limbs wrapping around his waist tightly. Justin pushed JC down a little, his hips grinding against the other’s own.

Justin’s fingers went to his mouth; JC watching with wide eyes and a slack jaw as Justin sucked on his finger, the pink glowing in the dim light of the room.

Justin then kissed JC again, not warning him when his middle finger found the entrance to the brunette’s body, pushing forth slowly. JC arched against him and tightened around his finger. Justin could see the pain on his face and he went extra slow, only adding another finger when JC moaned for it, ending with three.

Mid-kiss, JC reached over, fiddled with something and when he brought it back, Justin was staring straight at the wrapped condom. It made it all real.

“Oh.” he breathed, panting as he blinked.

JC nodded. “Yeah. I-” he stopped and ran a hand through his hair, the other holding the condom. “You... you still want to-”

“Yea.” Justin answered quickly and then bowed, grabbing the condom, ripping it open easily. He poked it and slid it on, groaning. He looked at JC, who was lying open and vulnerable, crystal eyes watching Justin. “You sure?”

JC nodded and closed his eyes, clamping them even more when Justin entered him. Though it was slow, he could still feel the pang as his body responded. He breathed; his brow furrowed, Justin above him, still.

The blonde’s hand came to his brow, wiping away a stray hair matted to his forehead by sweat.

“Tell me if it hurts too much.” Justin whispered and gave JC a sweet kiss, his hips rocking slowly. JC tried not to wince, but it had been so long and Justin was pretty big.

But soon, when he wasn’t so tense and it didn’t feel like he was being ripped in two, a jolt of pleasure hit him right in the spine and reverberated through out his body. He moved his hips and swallowed loudly, tightening his grip on Justin’s shoulders when the younger man had found his spot.

“Oh, holy...” he panted and Justin leaned in close, speeding up, their bodies slick with sweat.

Justin’s head fell back and he kept thrusting. He had forgotten what this had felt like. Had forgotten the ecstasy of being with a man. He had promised never to do it again, promised Shane...

“Fuck.” Justin thrust faster, his head falling forward, JC’s breathing loud in his ear. He wasn’t supposed to think. Just feel. Just. Feel.

“Shit!” he moaned loudly when JC pulled him close, his cock burrowing deeper within JC. JC was tight and hot and so made for Justin, the blonde’s heart was about to beat right out of his chest.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, sliding down to pool at his eyelashes and he closed his eyes at the slight sting. His hands traced the bones of JC’s back all the way down until he grabbed JC’s hips, squeezing the hard muscles underneath as he thrust quicker.

“J, Justin.” JC was breathing his name, the sound sweet in his ears. “I’m... I’m- Oh my God!” JC didn’t have time to alert him because Justin was pressing against his prostate and he felt his balls tighten, coming all over himself and Justin.

He melted, his bones liquid mush, but tried to keep up the pace, for Justin’s sake and luckily, it wasn’t long before Justin’s grasp tightened on JC and his body went stiff.

They lie in a knot, their foreheads pressed together. The cool air around them cooled their bodies until Justin had goosebumps on his thighs.

JC pulled up the sheet, pressing close to Justin, feeling the blonde’s swift heartbeat against his. He gave Justin a small chaste kiss on his neck, too tired to do much more.

“Happy birthday.” He murmured and felt Justin’s smile against his forehead.

“Night, C.” Justin exhaled, his arms bringing JC impossibly closer, the older man already half asleep in his arms.

Part 18
Tricky Index