Part 18

JC watched Justin, the blonde eyelashes fluttering innocently. His lips were parted and sometimes long, breathy sighs escaped, hitting JC’s chest. Justin looked remarkable and it took JC’s breath away.

This man was powerful, with his beauty and his attitude and his walk and his... everything. He didn’t know it either, maybe that’s what made it even more staggering.

JC shifted a little and felt it in his thighs, wincing. That was another thing. Justin knew what he had been doing the other night. He knew how to love JC, like it was instinct. He knew where to touch, where to push, where to lick, what to do. And JC wondered if Justin had done it before.

He closed his eyes at the thought and ran a finger over the younger man’s jaw. Justin had made love to him the night before. The mere thought of it caused his heart to go into double time. The fact that Justin had pushed his fears aside, for him, it blew him away.

Lying here with a raw, untamed man beside him, JC’s eyes took in the pure image. He’d never forget, never. He couldn’t. Possibly unimaginable to act like this never happened.

JC’s slight smile slipped slowly and his heart started racing again. One complex word sat before him in the face of the man beside him.

Love.

“I know... I know I’m late! My alarm didn’t go-... I know that’s not an excuse but-.. I’m coming as fast as I can-... I know the progress...”

Justin watched JC pace around the room, buttoning his shirt, the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. The blonde picked at the thin bed sheet keeping his nude body from the light, silent.

“Look, Officer Ca-... hello? Hello?” JC growled and threw the phone down, picking up his shoes. “Fucking bitch.” he cursed with venom and Justin observed quietly. He disappeared from the room only to come back, his hair slick and his teeth bright. Justin smiled and sat up more, the sheets pooling around his waist.

JC turned, caught glimpse of Justin and smiled, moving near. Their faces were close, Justin leaning towards JC; JC leaning over the bed and Justin gave him a kiss that melted his tension like that. He pulled away when Justin’s tongue swiped against his bottom lip, licking it after smiling.

“Gotta go to work.” he mumbled, but his smile wouldn’t cease. Not when images of last night popped up every other second.

Justin smiled and shook his head, raising to kneel on his knees. “You don’t got to. Just stay here with me. Just today.” he whispered and JC was close again, his hands on Justin’s broad shoulders.

“I have to.” he said and kissed Justin one last time before picking up his briefcase and waving over his shoulder.

But, not a second later was JC back in the room, straddling Justin as he worked on getting his shirt off. Fuck work.

Joey was concerned. Lance was alright with it. Chris didn’t give a fuck. JC’s mother thought it was cute. JC’s brother thought it was risky. JC’s sister thought it was hot.

Marcelle was worried. Slim was suspicious. Mario didn’t care, as long as he got Justin’s hit of the pipe, life was good.

JC and Justin were in heaven. No one else mattered but them. No one could interfere with them, the phone being disconnected for the weekend as they stayed in bed the whole time. Officer Camme had already been by but JC hadn’t answered the door. Justin had lied for him, saying he was off on family business that was much too urgent to call in. They were a pretty good team.

“Why don’t you come out?” Joey asked, gritting his teeth as JC declined.

“Nah, I’m tired. Ask Lance.” he answered, Justin nibbling at his ear.

“Whatever. Shit, we never see you anymore.”

JC chuckled and shook his head. “Work’s busy.”

“Kurt told me you weren’t even in at work lately.”

JC narrowed his eyes. Kurt was a fellow co-worker and the three of them were good friends. JC cursed that connection now.

“I’ve been doing it at home and crap-”

“Where your lover boy just happens to be, right?”

JC shook his head and pushed Justin away, rubbing at the hickey the blonde produced. He gave him a stern look and Justin winked, rolling off the bed towards the bathroom.

“Too bad it’s not like that.”

“Fuck, J. You’re fucking in love and this kid is ruining your life. Fuck him. Be Josh, man.”

JC narrowed his eyes. “I am Josh-”

“No, you’re JC. The guy who’s in love with a fucking gangster-”

“So we’re not talking about th-”

“We are!” Joey shouted and JC closed his eyes. “You’re screwing yourself by being with this guy. You know that, right? Really, what would he want with you? With a cop? Don’t you see! He’s a manipulative bastard who is going to get you fired from this case and then what’s gonna happen? His block is no longer pestered by the likes of you, the cop that they’re all silently trying to get rid of. He doesn’t care about you, he cares about his gang. That’s all. You’re getting played and you need to realize that now.”

JC gulped, hurt pumping through his body as the words seeped through his brain. “I’m hanging up now.”

Joey sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “No, JC-”

“Josh, you mean?”

“J, I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. I’m just worried about his motives.”

Motives? JC cursed to himself. “I’m hanging up.” He hung up and sighed, his eyes closed as Joey’s words ran through his mind.

Justin didn’t have a motive. Justin wasn’t playing with him and he wasn’t some little punk pawn. The toilet flushed and the door opened. JC groaned and covered his head with the covers, hating that when he looked at Justin all he could think of were priorities and games.

“Ey, Slim, where’s J?” Marcelle hopped into the apartment, his legs now just in a slight splint and no crutches, the dark haired man using a styled cane.

The other man, Slim, shrugged and focused his energy on counting his money, the earning of the last bet he had placed.

Marcelle sat on the couch, picking up a nearby magazine. “So you don’t know what he’s doin’?”

“No. The bitch hasn’t been ‘round here. You his friend. Where the fuck he been?” Marcelle shrugged, tilting his head to look at the magnificent car a little more. “I don’t know. That why I was askin’. I was just, ya know, kinda frettin’. Justin’s never been gone for this long.”

Slim raised his eyes. “You know who he’s with, don’t you?”

“Nah... who? I thought he was in Detroit, with people.”

Slim shook his head and stood up with the wad of money. He walked over to a closet, disappearing from Marcelle’s sight. “Ya know that cop?” he asked, his voice muffled from inside the small space. “I got Mario to follow J one day when he was supposedly goin’ to the ‘hotel’ he was stayin’ at. And where did he end up?”

Marcelle’s brow furrowed. He knew that Justin had been at the man’s apartment but that was supposed to be temporary. Until things with the other block had died down, which they had, and then Justin was to move back to 118 and everything would be cool. But now, Justin was still with him?

“You think anythin’ goin’ on between ‘em?”

Slim re-appeared and raised an eyebrow. “You mean, ‘tween ‘em?” Marcelle shook his head and crinkled his nose.

“Hell no, bitch. Justin’s no fag. I mean ya know... deal wise.” he whispered and looked up at Slim who now had a hard look his in his eyes.

“You mean sellin’ out deals?” His voice matched his eyes, clod as steel and Marcelle nodded softly.

“Just that, J is tight and shit and I trust him like a brother, but I don’t know ‘bout that cop. Maybe he’s setting J up. Ya know, using us against him.” Slim pet his chin, stubble scratching at his fingertip and he tapped his foot. “So. what does this mean?”

“That we need to see what’s goin’ down with J.”

Slim nodded and sat down on the couch. “And it also means that the cops needs to go. We don’t need no pigs messin’ with us. After we talk to Justin, we’ll see what happens with the blue.”

“So...” Justin was grinning, JC marveling at the mere sight. They were lying together on the floor of the living room, the night bright through the large window in front of them.

“You’re so different now.”

Justin raised an eyebrow and brought a hand up to JC’s face, combing back a few loose strands of chestnut hair. “What you mean?”

JC shrugged and smiled, feeling warm and comfortable. “You never smiled before. I turned you soft.” he chuckled and Justin rolled his eyes.

“I ain’t soft.”

“You’re romantic.”

“That’s me bein’ me.”

JC leaned forward for a quick kiss. “You’re soft. If you weren’t, you’d kick my ass for saying you were. Now you’re here, kissing me.”

Justin narrowed his eyes. “Bitch.” he cursed but smiled into another sweet kiss. “Your mom called.”

JC shifted to slide underneath Justin more, nodding.

“And ya friend called. The... Joe bitch.”

JC opened his eyes, his face still close. “And?” He didn’t like Justin’s tone, nor did he like the fact that the two had spoke to each other. Knowing Joey, the issue of them together was brought up and knowing Justin, he knew that there were a few problems in the conversations.

“The pussy don’t know when to shut up. He’s nosey as shit and he needed to mind his own god damn business.” Justin grunted, kissing JC’s neck, licking a previous hickey. “He don’t know shit ‘bout us.” he murmured and JC nodded, his fingers blindly tracing a dark tattoo.

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