"Dammit."

Justin looked up from reading in the Cosmopoltian. "5 Ways To Get Him In The Mood" was the article and it was quite interesting, none the less useful.

"What?"

JC came into the bathroom, scooting Justin, who was on the sink top, over and reached for his toothbrush.

"My hair is gonna be all afro-y." he complained sticking the brush in his mouth.

"Ha, afro-y. You're such a genius." Justin mocked and reached into the drawer beneath him, pulling out a clear bottle. "Here, put this on."

JC looked at the bottle and read it quickly, shaking his head. "Nah, I hate gel-"

"It's not white hair gel, its good."

JC raised an eyebrow. "White hair? Who says I have white hair?" He double checked in the mirror, checking his roots. He pulled back to see an amused Justin.

"No, stupid. I mean white hair as in your white and you have white hair, kinda thang. Ya know?"

JC looked at Justin a moment longer before shaking his head and snatching the gel. "So this isn't gonna like make my hair all crappy is it?"

Justin shook his head and rolled his eyes as JC studied the bottle again. "Give it here, I'll do it."

JC didn't complain as Justin pulled him towards him, settling in between the blonde's legs.

Justin squirted a large clump of gook on his hands and then rubbed them together. He leaned forward and lightly, starting at the back, started to run his fingers through the brown tresses.

JC closed his eyes as Justin played with his hair, now just spreading the gel evenly.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Justin asked as he started to massage JC's scalp.

JC let his hands rest on the outside of Justin's thighs lightly and said, "Derek. You remember him?"

"Yeah, he's the dancer right? Oh, there. Done." JC opened his eyes and nodded while Justin reached down to wipe his hands on JC's towel. He paused midway though because JC's towel was already low enough that a sprinkle of dark curls peeked out from top. He wiped them on his shorts instead.

"Yeah, the dancer." JC continued and ran a hand through his hair, taking his hand back with a look of disgust on his face.

Justin chuckled. "You're not supposed to touch it till it dries, smart one."

JC rolled his eyes. "Shut up." The brunette left the bathroom again.

Justin hopped off the counter, leaving the confined space for JC had come back telling him to skat ‘cause he needed to change.

He roamed around in JC's room, finally lounging on the large king sized bed, too large for one person.

"Hey C!" Justin called out as he fingered the button up shirt lying beside him.

"What?" came the muffled reply.

"Is this what you're wearing? Out on the bed?"

The bathroom doorknob fiddled for a second before JC stepped out nodding now having a loose pair of jeans on. He was putting on his deodorant when he sat next to Justin, picking up the dressy shirt.

"We're going to some fancy restaurant. You think this'll look good?"

Justin was tempted to say the oh so original, "You always look good," but settled on, "Lemme see you in it."

JC put the cap on the deodorant and threw it towards his dresser, Justin laughing as it landed a foot away from the hardwood.

"Fuck you." he replied laughing, his grin bright. Justin sighed and propped his hand upon his hand.

JC easily slipped on the shirt, starting at the bottom as he began to button it. When he reached the third to the top one Justin stopped him, getting to his knees and putting a hand over his.

"It looks better like this. Sexier." he mused quietly and when he looked up to find JC's eyes trained on him, a small smile playing upon his lips he gulped loudly.

"So, yeah. Well." he looked over to the clock. "Derek will be here soon, I should-"

JC's lips were just as he had imagined. They were sweet and silky and fit perfectly between his. And JC's tongue had been everything he had imagined too. Strong, smooth, sexy. JC's hands were no different as they slowly traveled their way up to his cheeks where he held Justin still. Justin let his hand rest over the brunette's sighing into the unbelievably sweet kiss. He whimpered slightly when they parted.

His hands still rested upon JC's and JC twisted his wrist so they were holding hands now.

"Go." Justin finished breathy, leaning forward for another candied kiss. Justin was lowered onto his back softly, his legs spreading as JC settled between them gently, his touch light. Their kiss was tender and kind, only the mere brush of one another's lips.

Justin let his hand's tangle in JC's hair, gripping at the slippery strands, deepening the kiss as he brought the young singer closer.

JC felt his way beneath Justin's oversized sweatshirt, bring the clothing up higher as his hands climbed along the smooth hard chest.

JC broke from Justin's mouth to lift the sweatshirt, placing nice, wet kisses on the younger man's chest, smiling against a nipple as Justin squeezed his eyes shut.

The brunette's palms skirted over Justin's taut skin as the younger man arched his back. His hands curled around his sides, kneading the soft skin he found there slowly.

When he looked back at Justin, he was surprised to see Justin looking straight at him. He brought his head up to eye level with Justin, his fingers making a tender sweep over Justin's flushed cheeks.

Justin closed his eyes as JC's lips connected with his once more, his arms coming to wrap around the brunette's broad shoulders.

Minutes later, JC was on a trail down his stomach again, nipping at the skin pulled tight against hard muscle until he reached a dark navel. His tongue darted out to swirl in the cavern, earning a nice sounding groan from Justin as he started to kiss the tiny hairs on the blonde's stomach.

His hands gripped the hem of Justin's shorts, pulling them down slowly, his lips kissing each sliver of skin exposed. When the shorts were at his knees, joined by his striped boxers Justin took a jittery breath. JC was busy murmuring into his thigh, things he couldn't possibly understand.

JC reached a tentative hand out, his fingers grazing Justin's length lightly and Justin groaned, digging his head into the bed.

Next a skilled tongue swirled around him, taking a long swipe up his shaft and the blonde thought he was going to cry if JC didn't hurry it up.

Then, quickly, the brunette took the length in his mouth, his tongue doing tricks to Justin as the younger man squirmed and thrust into that mouth. JC's hands squeezed Justin's thigh affectionately, his mouth working the young man already. When he felt the muscles tighten underneath his grasp, he hollowed out his cheeks and the blonde whimpered.

The loud shrill of the doorbell disrupted the couple and JC looked up into Justin's eyes, asking questions.

Though no words were spoken, Justin straightened and ran a hand through his curls, pulling up his pants easily. He tried to will away his erection and to hide that he was shaking because he was that close to coming.

JC stood back on his knees as he sifted a hand through his hair also before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Justin with bright blue eyes and Justin looked away, a blush coloring his fair skin red.

"Go get the door." Justin whispered as he cleared his throat, falling back to the bed.

JC stood up and nodded, but before he stepped through the threshold he turned back, saying a simple, "Wait for me."

Justin hadn't left his position on the bed when JC came back, 2 hours later. He stayed curled up under the covers, his shorts and sweatshirt carelessly thrown to the side. His fingers played with the buttons on the remote, idly and half awake, flipping through channels.

JC stood in the doorway, watching the bluish light emanate from the TV onto Justin's skin, his eyes darkened by shadow.

"I don't know why you're mad." he said and Justin looked at him with furrowed brow.

"Who said I was mad?" The blonde stood up and stretched, slightly.

JC padded his way over to the bed, unbuttoning his jeans.

Justin raised like a cautious dog's ears and he made a move to get out of the bed.

"Stay." JC said, and added a soft, "please" because that always did the younger man in. He tucked his feet back in.

"Why'd you kiss me earlier?" Justin asked softly, still sitting up.

JC, who had since laid down and was propped up by his elbow shrugged. "You wanted me to."

Justin furrowed his brow and shook his head. "If that's what you want to bel-"

"It is." JC cut through his sentence and Justin sighed. "Why'd you kiss me back?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Why did you want to?"

"Because."

JC hated that answer. "You know I hate when you do that."

Justin shrugged and nestled into the covers. "Not my problem, you got my answer."

JC narrowed his eyes and in a second flat he had Justin pinned down, straddling the younger man's waist.

"Tell me the truth." he breathed and Justin shook his head, closing his eyes so he didn't have to look at JC and want him as much as he did.

But he opened his eyes to peek and JC suddenly knew because he was sure his eyes had told on him.

JC sat up and Justin pushed him off, rolling out of the bed. "Wow."

Justin looked for his shorts, picking up his sweatshirt. "Wow what?"

JC's grin was bright and it almost seemed mocking, like Justin was just some kid with a crush. "You like me." he said and Justin heard the humor in the tone.

"No, no. I may want you, but I don't like you." He looked up to see JC's knowing smile and cursed the man. "I mean, ya know, like that."

JC nodded. "Of course."

Justin narrowed his eyes. "Stop making fun of me." The pout came out in full force as he slipped on his sweat shirt.

"Justin, why are you denying it? Its not like I'm gonna run from here, disgusted. A little hypocritical, don't'cha think?"

"Whatever." And by Justin's rules, the conversation was dismissed and over but JC followed him down the stairs, giggling in his ear.

"Admit it."

"What? No."

JC pouted. "Aw, come on. I wanna hear you say it."

"Fuck you, there is nothing to admit." Justin was looking for his keys now. "Where did I put my keys?" He saw sight of them and reached for the shiny silver but JC leaned forward and snatched them, putting them behind his back, a childish smile on his face.

"Oh my god, Jayce. Don't do that." Justin chuckled and reached around JC to get his keys back but the brunette moved away, giggling. "No, I mean it. JC, give me my damn keys."

JC replied with the ever so mature, "Come and get them." And Justin narrowed his eyes as he walked over to JC, stepping close, and reaching around to get the keys that were forgotten the moment their bodies touched and JC brought his lips to Justin's.

The dangling pair fell to the floor as JC brought his arms to wrap around Justin's shoulder, his hands tangling in the mess of curls on top of the blonde's head.

Justin turned his face, his tongue sliding against JC's smoothly, touching JC slowly. Their lips meshed together nicely, and their mouths seemed to fit each other's perfectly.

JC pulled away, leisurely licking at Justin's lips as he backed up, stopping the moment his back hit the wall.

He brought Justin's face to his quickly and they shared a brutal kiss, Justin pulling back with bruised, swollen lips. His hands did work with JC's top, sighing as the top fell soundlessly to the ground, licking at JC's exposed collar bone.

JC moaned loudly before bringing Justin up by his head, and with a devilish grin asked, "Have you ever fucked standing up?"

Justin melted, growling as his hands started on JC's belt buckle, sighing contentedly into the air when JC whispered the, "I like you too" in his ear.

-Fin-
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