JC awoke to an empty apartment a week later. And it was the first time in the whole 7 days Justin had ever been out of the house. But JC guessed he wasn’t alone. The man was still a little paranoid.

JC wouldn’t admit it to anything else except for the confines of his own mind but when he looked around noting the messy living room, the sheets that always ended up on the floor and when he pulled out a cereal box only to find a small portion left, he thought of Justin.

And now that the younger man was gone, if only for a few hours JC couldn’t help but miss the loud, argumentative tone or the squinted eyes or the damn cornrows for goodness sakes’.

"Oh my god." JC’s head dropped to his arms that rested on the counter. "You’re a fucking freak." he cursed with a smile and then shook his head.

He was busy looking for some coffee mix when the door opened and a rambunctious Justin entered, surprised to see JC awake.

"Oh." he said simply before making his way to the bathroom. That’s how it went. They spoke now and then, sometimes for hours but it never went deeper than the blonde wanted it to and JC respected that. He continued making his coffee.

Justin emerged from the bathroom, glowing and JC raised a sleepy eyebrow.

"What are you happy about?" he mumbled, his head resting on the side of his arm.

Justin shrugged and brushed past him in the kitchen, grabbing three boxes of cereal, pouring all three into one box before throwing the cardboard away.

"Hey." JC interjected and Justin stopped reaching for the refrigerator. "Those can be recycled."

Justin laughed and opened the fridge, fishing out the milk and then turning back to JC. "You think people actually recycle here?"

JC shrugged."Every bit helps."

"Ok, Smokey."

JC narrowed his eyes at the annoying nickname he had donned. "Just because I’m a good person-"

"No, now that’s an understatement. You’re like... a male and white version of Mother Theresa. Always trying to do shit for others."

JC rolled his eyes and put his head in his arms. And right when he was about to doze off, something hit his ear and his hand came up quick, brushing the Corn Pop away. He turned to Justin who was standing at the other end of the counter. He gave the man a warning glare before slowly putting his head down.

It happened again and this time the cereal slipped through his shirt and into his lap. He gritted his teeth, sending Justin a few curses.

The third time JC picked it up from his arms and pelted it at the blonde who was laughing. JC looked around and seeing a bowl of peanut M&M’s grabbed a handful and started pegging them at the blonde who ran to the couch ducking.

"This is what you get." JC grunted out hitting the blonde in the back.

"Shit, those fucks hurt." Justin raised a pillow and tried to shield himself from the attack.

Soon, JC was running out of M&M’s and Justin had a whole handful on his side, picking up the ones that were being thrown now.

JC was on his last M&M and he looked to Justin who was smirking at him. He looked to his bedroom then to Justin who dared him with his eyes. He went for it.

He jumped out of his seat and dashed for his room, Justin not far behind. When he stepped through and whipped around to close the door he collided into Justin and the both of them went sprawling to the ground.

JC landed on the bottom and flexed slightly, pain shooting up from his tailbone. That’s when he noticed Justin had fallen atop him. On top. Him. Justin. On top. He went rigid and Justin smirked above him, and then, as you could see it so clearly in his eyes, realization dawned on him and his eyes were wide.

"Oh." he said absently and JC laid there, waiting for him to make the first move, whatever that was.

They laid there, Justin supporting himself on his hands, JC trying to push himself further into the floor. Their bodies lie flat against each other, flesh warm underneath clothing and JC start breathing quicker. He blamed it on the fact that Justin was lying on him. Both knew better.

"I should..." Justin whispered and JC watched him with wary eyes. He didn’t want Justin to blow up like he did last time.

Justin gave no warning, and JC wasn’t surprised as he moved his lips fluidly with Justin’s. His hands stayed at his sides, not wanting to scare the younger man away.

Justin’s hands were brave and one came up to rest on JC’s cheek, his tongue swiping over the bottom lips caught between his lips. JC opened up with a gasp and their tongues met, shy at first, moist tips swirling around each other a minute later.

JC’s hand came to the back of Justin’s neck, one squeezing his neck the other on the back of Justin’s head, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

The blonde’s hips moved naturally with his tongue and JC almost whimpered, sucking on Justin’s tongue easily as Justin pressed closer.

The hand on Justin’s neck slid down, further until he reached the base of the black Coogi sweater Justin had on, slipping beneath to run over the hard, silky back. His fingers dug into smooth skin when Justin’s hand skirted over his hip.

Suddenly there was a vibrating on JC’s thigh and he pulled away quickly, his breathing hard and quick and he felt around for his cell phone. Justin lay on top, looking at him with bruised lips and glassy eyes. He looked sexy as hell, not mention too far gone.

"Y-yes?" JC panted and that seemed to snap Justin out of his daze, looking at JC with shocked, almost scared eyes.

"C?" It was Joey, a childhood friend who lived in Detroit. JC looked to Justin who rolled off of him and stayed beside him on his back, one hand thrown over his eyes, the other jumping with his rapid heart beat.

"Hey Joe." JC breathed, his breathing evening.

"You running or something? Why you all outta breath?"

JC shook his head. "Nothing, nothing. Whats up? I haven’t heard from you in months. Didn’t know you were still alive."

Joey laughed on the other line and JC loved the sound. It had been too long since he had spoken to a friend.

"Me, disappearing? I stopped by your apartment yesterday only to find you weren’t there. Where are you?"

"Well if you had kept in touch then you woulda known I was put on another assignment and I’m in Chisten City." JC ended with a smart smile and looked over to see Justin gone. He sat up quickly, phone still to his ear and saw Justin sitting on the bed patiently. Well this was good, he didn’t look mad. But JC didn’t want to push his luck. "Hey, Joe. Let me call you back. You still in Detroit?"

"Yeah, you got the number?"

"Yeah, yeah. See ya Joe." JC clicked the phone off and put it in between his crossed legs. "So..."

Justin looked at him and scratched his arm, biting his lip. JC tried not to stare.

"We got a problem."

JC’s eyebrows raised in attention. "Whats that?"

Justin cleared his throat and let go of his bottom lip.

"You want me." JC almost snorted. "And... and." JC was waiting for it. "And you can’t have what you want-"

"So it’s just me that wants it?"

Justin narrowed his eyes. "I’m not a fucking queer, alright?"

"Oh of course not, you just run around kissing guys for the hell of it. Whatever." JC stood up and bent over to pick up his phone. When he raised he came face to face with Justin, dark eyes pinning him. His jaw was clenching and JC internally groaned. Why couldn’t he have shut his mouth? Was it that hard.

"You think I’ma fag?" Justin stepped closer, JC taking a step back. He stayed silent. "You think I want to fucking bone you?" Justin sounded like he was mocking JC now and the brunette rolled his eyes. He was hastily pushed against the closet door for it.

"I’m not." JC opened his eyes, shocked to see sot eyes looking right into his. It made him tremble. "I can’t be, you don’t get it." he said softly and the hold on JC’s shirt loosened. "It’s a sin-"

"But it’s not-"

"But it is. And I’m not gonna... you-... You wouldn’t fucking get it." Justin let go of JC’s shirt but they were still close and when he lowered his hands, they brushed against JC’s sides.

The older man stayed silent and they stood there, Justin watching him, he watching Justin in return. It felt like deja vu and JC hoped they got to the kissing part soon.

He didn’t have to wait long because Justin was kissing him, pressing him up against the door and he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders.

Justin trailed slow sloppy kisses across JC’s cheeks, down his jaw to his neck where he mumbled, "It’s not right." and, "I’m not like you." but JC ignored it, letting himself be wrapped up in Justin’s kisses and in Justin’s embrace.

They hadn’t gotten past the kissing before there was a knock at the door. Justin had left to get it and when JC had come out from the room, the blonde was gone.

Now he sat on the couch, staring at the TV but not really watching it. The blinds were drawn and the room was slightly darkened.

JC closed his eyes and set a hand on his crotch absently. His mind then roamed from the dark room to the kisses of Justin and that lead into sex with Justin and what that would be like. His hand tightened on crotch and he groaned, licking his chapped lips.

His eyes fluttered as he slowly reached into his shorts, wrapping a slender hand around himself.

Justin on his back, his legs spread wide, vulgar. His mouth watered and he bit back a groan as his fingers tightened.

Sweaty, golden skin smooth against his open palm. Strong legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper...

"O-oh." he stuttered as he began a nice up and down motion on his half hard cock.

His hips moved with his hand, his heartbeat speeding past both of them as his movements quickened, his mouth moving around silent moans.

The waistline of his boxers were stopping him and he finally just pulled them down, leaving them bunched around his ankles.

"Mmm." he moaned licking his lips again, pumping his cock into his fist, his eyes clamped shut, a thrusting, naked Justin portrayed behind his eyelids. "Ooh good lor..." he panted and his hips raised from the couch this time and he was close, his stomach clenching slightly. Oh yeah, there it was. Just one more-

"Holy shit!"

JC’s eyes snapped open and he stared with wide eyes at Justin who had his own set of big blue, his jaw practically on the floor. JC, after a few seconds of stunned silence, hastily pulled up his shorts, scrambling from the couch to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Justin was left staring at the couch, shock still in his eyes. "That’s where I sleep..."

Part 9
Tricky Index