Justin was NOT a bottom boy. Justin loved control. Justin was on top of things. Justin was never gentle. Justin never came inside JC, anywhere, anytime. Justin needed help.

"Josshhhhh" the whiny voice floated through the air like a smoke alarm buzz.

JC stepped into the living room of the house they were currently living in together. Well, almost together. Nobody knew, but they were together. Unless Justin decided they weren't. /You're not really living here anyway' 'It's my name on the lease' 'Nobody visits you here, it's my house' 'Get out JC, find a place of your own./

"You know, I love you baby."

"Aw, Justin, I love you too." JC smiled for the first time in days and sat on the couch next to his lover and friend.

"That's not all..."

He knew there had to be more, that whine was not a loving one, it was a needy one. "Can we have sex?"

JC made the mistake of being affectionate. "Honey, you don't have to ask something like that, I belong to you."

Justin snickered. Sometimes he could be the most annoying fucker on the planet. Cold, and full of himself.

"You're right baby, I own you. Now, I wanna fuck."

Standing up, JC stretched his limbs and yawned quietly, "Ok, can I just go fix myself up a little?"

Another snicker, this one more angered, "What are you Josh, a fucking girl? Fix yourself up? You need to go insert a sponge or some shit? I wanna fuck, now!"

Cowering back JC nodded in submission, "Ok Justin, we'll make love, let's go to our room."

"It's my fucking room, and I wanna fuck here, on the couch."

Without allowing JC a moment to think, Justin stood up and pushed him back onto the couch. He jumped on top of the brunette and began to unbutton his shirt with vigor.

"Baby, can we try it slow this time?"

A simple "No" was his answer.

"Justin please, we've had sex more than 50 times, and you're always so.."

When Justin's venomous eyes shot up to glare at him, JC changed his mind and altered the sentence, "....good, damn you're so fucking good"

Justin laughed hoarsely, "I know."

Once his shirt was off, JC's pants were the next to go. He craved a blow job like a man in the desert craves water, but once more he was sure to be left unsatisfied in that department. Justin would never lower himself like that. Justin was too special.

"JC..." he spoke in an almost desperate voice, "suck me off."

He didn't bother to refuse, even though he was already hot and bothered and could use one himself. Damn Justin and his conceit. Damn Justin for getting his way all the time. Damn Justin for having such a hot body. Damn himself for loving Justin far too much. Damn. He was on his knees in a short second.

Justin threw his body back onto the couch when JC knelt before him and dragged down his pants. "Yeah baby, suck me good. You know you want it." And he did want it. He wanted anything Justin had to offer.

"Mmmm."

Justin's cock was made to fit in his mouth. They had a lock and key connection that worked like God had planned it all out beforehand. They were meant for each other. If only Justin could see that.

"Ohh Josh. I'm so good."

'He's so good? I thought I was the one on my knees with a dick in my mouth. Sorry, I must be mistaken'

"Take it all baby," Justin screamed out, using his hands to push JC's head closer to his groin. JC choked slightly, his gag reflex giving him grief. He was able to gain speed despite the protest from his throat and he adjusted his breathing as his nose nestled into his lovers pubic hair. Justin always made such sweet sweet sounds when he was close to orgasm. JC loved that part.

"JC, JC back off.."

But he hated this part.

"JC! Back the fuck off."

JC obeyed, pulling away from Justin's privates and closing his eyes tightly.

He didn't have to look up to see Justin's grin. He knew it was there. Then the spray came. White rivers splashed onto his face and chest, fast pulses of sperm were spread all over his skin, some leaking into his mouth.

Then it was over.

He lifted his hands to wipe the invading juices from his eyes but Justin stopped him. "Let it drip."

Wanting to be granted at least his sight, JC ignored the demand and wiped the cum from his eyes anyway.

"Sorry, I just had to..." he began but was interrupted by Justin standing up and fixing his pants.

"Fucking forget it. You ruined the moment, bitch." Justin left the room and JC didn't bother cleaning himself up for a good hour.

It seemed likely that Justin would go out that night. He had gotten his blow job, and that would surely supply him with enough glow for a night of partying. Justin would want a drink with his buddies. Buddies being Joey, Lance, and Chris. When did he fall out of that circle? Must have been around the time Justin fucked him privately on the studio floor and then made him walk out to join the group with semen in his hair.

Good times.

Justin stayed home though. Made himself a bowl of cereal around 5pm and walked around the house in torn boxers. Torn in just the right places. 'He does that on purpose. Always wants attention. He already has mine'

"Get your ass over here Josh." JC was writing in his notebook when Justin made him stop and lay down on the bed. He wasted no time leaping onto the piece of furniture, at least there was affection to be had. He hoped.

"What are we gonna do?" he questioned, watching Justin stand before him, like a golden statue.

"We? Josh, you mean, what am *I* gonna do. I wanna jerk off for a little while."

"I can do that for you baby, don't you-"

Justin marched toward the side of the bed and flipped JC onto his stomach, "NO, I don't want you to do it for me. You don't do it right. I just ..." he climbed onto the mattress and sat on top of JC's lower back, "...I need to take care of myself. I do it the best. You can lay there and take whatever I give you."

JC sighed softly, "Can I at least watch you? You know I lov-"

"NO."

Justin lifted his body up, making it easier to strip off JC's clothing, which consisted of boxer briefs and a tee. Being used to the sexual torture, JC focused on his breathing and not on Justin's frantic jumping above him as he began to get himself off.

The young blonde hopped up and down, one hand gripping his stiff erection, the other gripping JC's shoulder.

With every energetic leap, JC felt his body grind into the springy mattress below him. Why had Justin stripped him? It wasn't as if the younger man planned on giving him any satisfaction.

Erratic breathing and hungry groans filled the air, and Justin turned himself around to face JC's legs. One of his own spread legs flung back to hit the older man's head, causing another, more painful, groan. Now in a laying position, Justin decided to remove his hand and thrust himself into the curve of his partners' backside.

JC let himself gain hope when feeling Justin rest his head against his very deprived ass. 'Dear God, maybe he'll give me a little action, a good rimming?'

He was drained of this hope when Justin screamed out in pleasure and bit into the fleshy cheek before him.

Cum spread all over JC's back.

JC's cock throbbed.

Justin fell asleep.

'Today is the day. Our one year anniversary. The day I stop this shit.'

JC was ready. More than ready. He was tired of Justin walking all over him. Cumming all over him to be exact. He wasn't sure if he just wanted Justin's love, or Justin's respect, or both.

Both would be nice.

Today, however, he would get something. A piece of his pride back? A larger piece of Justin's heart?

Both would be nice.

Justin sat in front of the kitchen table, sipping soda from a can, when JC approached. He thought nothing of it as JC stood before him and tapped his foot, in fact, he offered a superior grin of 'love' to the man that belonged to him.

"Justin."

He looked up, smiling at the determined look in JC's eyes. "Yes, love?"

JC could not hold his gaze, so his eyes fell downward as he spoke, "I...I want you to stop being so..so, mean to me."

Justin stood up and forced JC's eyes to meet his own, "Excuse me?"

"Uh," he began, forcing his eyes away from the deep sea blue once more, "I said, I want you to stop treating me like shit." He quickly added, "Because I love you."

Justin's laughter was harsh. "Josh, oh God." He lifted a hand to stroke JC's face and there was almost sincerity in his voice when he spoke. "I know you love me but,"

The carressing hand was pulled back as he slapped JC, hard, sending his head flying to the left and almost giving him whiplash.

"..Don't you fucking talk to me like that again. Ok baby?"

And JC broke.

All of his love wasn't enough to hold him back as he charged Justin, sending them both tumbling to the kitchen floor.

The younger man cried out in surprise, and struggled to free himself from JC's grasp. JC wouldn't let go.

He used one hand to hold Justin down and the other to unbutton his jeans. Once they were fully opened, he returned both hands to keeping the boy down, and slid the jeans off with his legs.

His own pants seemed to slide down on their own. This was perfect.

Justin screamed out fowl words and JC ignored him, as he usually did when Justin was out of line. Always.

When the moment came, and his hard cock was pressed against Justin's virgin opening, he paused to enjoy the moment. Even Justin stopped struggling when he realized what was about to occur. JC almost felt bad when he saw blue eyes widen and fill with fear.

JC's grin mimicked the ones Justin often sported, and he pressed his face as close as possible to his lover.

"Listen you little fuck. I love you, and I know you love me. You have to get over yourself, baby. I'm tired of you thinking you're better than everyone. Better than me."

One quick thrust and he was inside the tightness of Justin's unexplored body. Tears came quickly, and Justin cried out in pain. He stopped being a conceited, smartass and transformed into the vulnerable, little boy JC once knew.

"Josh....stop. You're hurting me."

He didn't stop. He pushed harder. Thrust harder. Dug his nails further into his friends skin. Smiled wider. Forced away Justin's demons. "You've already hurt me Justin, but don't worry, I'm gonna fix us, it won't hurt for long. Just let me in."

Justin understood the statement. Realization dawned on him and he let go of himself, relaxed his body, and began to call out JC's name in pleasure.

All of the anger left them, and JC started fucking him with more love and less hate. He aimed for his prostate, instead of intentionally missing it.

Justin wrapped his arms around JC and buried his head in the crook of his neck. "Josh, you're so fucking good. I swear, I love you. I do."

Gripping onto Justin's hips, JC remained silent and thrust impossibly harder. Justin came with a load moan, all over his stomach and chest.

JC saw an opportunity as Justin struggled to catch his breath, panting fiercely.

He pulled out of the tight heat and stroked himself quickly, doing exactly what he needed to reach his climax.

And he came.

He came on Justin's face, Justin's shoulder's, Justin's beautiful abs.

When he thought he was done, he just kept coming, spurt after spurt.

He came on Justin's stomach and legs, then wiped his softening cock on Justin's ankle.

And he was spent.

Justin laid on the floor, covered in JC's fluid's as well as his own, and rolled into a ball, still panting.

The brunette who sat in front of him reached down and wiped the small trace of cum from his own stomach, and stroked Justin's hair with his sticky hand.

"Happy Anniversary Baby."