Joey blinked one day, and there was JC. And JC was… pretty. But no, Joey’s tired mind thought, he’s JC. But pretty he was, all pink and giggly, and Joey desperately wanted to pet his hair.
“When did it get so long and silky?” Joey thought. Or rather, he thought that he thought it. He had actually said it out loud, because there was JC answering him.
“I’ve been growing it out for a while now, Joe. The right shampoo does wonders. I didn’t think you’d noticed.” And he blushed. Pretty, pretty, pretty, Joey thought.
Maybe it was because he spent so much time with Brianna. Of course being around a girl so much would make him think of things in such terms. His daughter was pretty, she had pretty pink toys and dolls and clothes… maybe Joey was just on a pretty overload. So he left her with his parents one weekend and did nothing but spend quality male bonding time. He rode motorcycles with Chris, went golfing with Justin, and barbecued poolside with Lance. He scratched himself and watched porn and talked about chicks, thus affirming his masculinity. On Sunday evening, Joey went to visit JC, all ready for something else dirty and nasty and fun.
JC answered the door wearing khakis and a pink button-down. His hair had been recently blow-dried and fell in waves. Pretty blond-highlighted waves, Joey noticed. And JC was wearing an absurd frilly apron around his waist. Joey looked at it and raised an eyebrow.
JC blushed. “It was the only one I could find. I didn’t want to get my clothes messy. I know it’s really sissy, but…”
“It’s not sissy,” Joey said. “It’s practical. It’s…” He caught himself right before he said “pretty” and shook his head. “Anyway… what’s the plan for tonight?”
JC headed towards his dining room, where he had candles lit and a nice dinner, complete with a bottle of wine, spread on the table. “I made dinner. Nothing too fancy, just something I learned in this awesome class I’m taking. I hope you don’t think it’s too girly or anything. We learned table presentation, and I thought I’d try something new.” He shrugged a little and sat down.
“Wow,” Joey whispered. It was one of the nicest things anyone had done for him. Especially any guy. It was just beautiful, and so typically JC. “I love it, C. It’s really, really nice.” JC glows in the candlelight, Joey thought as he sat down across from him. So pretty. They ate and talked and drank a lot of wine. JC got up to clear the dishes. “Whoa,” Joey said, and giggled. “You’re wearing a pink apron.”
“It’s not pink. And I just forgot to take it off.”
Joey scooped up some dishes himself and followed JC into the kitchen. JC was standing at the sink, and Joey walked up behind him and untied the apron. “There you go,” he said with a grin. I really want to lick that soft skin right there on his neck, Joey thought. But again his brain processes failed him, because he immediately found himself nuzzling the back of JC’s neck.
Joey stepped back. “Sorry, dude. I don’t know what just happened there.”
JC turned around, a cloud of emotion passing over his eyes that Joey had never seen before. “‘S okay, Joe. It’s fine.” He took a couple of steps towards Joey, who instinctively backed up, right into the refrigerator.
“Relax,” JC said huskily, right up in Joey’s face. “I’m not gonna bite your head off. We all get urges sometimes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jayce. I didn’t…”
JC cut him off by taking Joey’s face in his hand. He rubbed his thumb down the jawline and over Joey’s lips. Joey closed his eyes and took JC’s thumb into his mouth. JC smiled and rubbed the small of Joey’s back encouragingly. He pressed tiny kisses into Joey’s forehead, little delicate things. Joey moaned and JC took his thumb away.
Joey opened his eyes, looks of shock and hurt and confusion running through them. He opened his mouth to speak but JC stopped him. “No, Joe. It’s okay. Don’t say anything. Just… go with it, please? Please don’t screw this up.”
“Wh-what?” Joey sputtered.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, and I thought that you finally felt it too… I’m scared too, okay? I just… please let this happen.” JC was on the verge of tears, with droplets shimmering in his eyes. Joey reached up and wiped one away.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn pretty.”
Before he knew it he was upstairs, lying on JC’s bed, with JC hovering over him placing greedy kisses all over his face and stroking under his shirt with delicate hands. And he responded in kind, unbuttoning JC’s shirt and rubbing softly at his nipples. JC arched into the touch. “You don’t have to be so gentle, Joe. I’m not a girl. It’s not the same,” he said sternly, as if Joey could honestly think JC was a girl while he could feel JC’s erection poking him in the hip.
“I know, I know,” he replied, pinching JC’s nipples and running a hand inside the back of his khakis. JC’s ass was high and tight and smooth, and Joey could have pretended he was a girl if he wanted. He pondered that for a moment, just flipping JC over and taking him and letting out this sexual aggression without even dealing with the fact that it was fucking JC, you’ve known him since high school, he’s one of your best friends, what the hell are you doing? But he realized that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to experience JC fully, man to man.
By this time, JC had divested him of his shirt and was working on his pants, working the zipper down slowly but surely. “Wow,” JC said breathlessly. “This is… you’re really…” He tossed Joey’s clothes onto the floor and weighed his cock in his hand, pumping it in his fist a few times.
“Damn, Jayce, that feels so good,” Joey groaned. “Don’t stop.”,p> “I won’t,” JC promised. Still stroking, he stripped himself and lay on his side facing Joey. Their lips met in a kiss full of desire. “I know you’ve never done this before. So, you know, it’s your rules. Whatever you want.” JC ducked his head and blushed a little. “Just, you know, gotta use protection, if we… you know.”
“If we what, JC? I want to hear you say it. I want to know how you feel.”
“If we fuck, Joey. I want to fuck. Maybe later it can be all romantic and stuff. But not now. Okay?”
Joey always suspected JC had some kink in him. But he’d been too busy noticing JC’s prettiness lately to think about it. And now that those two worlds were colliding here in JC’s bed, with him in it, it made his brain want to explode. “Okay. Okay, let’s do it then. Let’s fuck.”
Joey rolled over on top of JC and kissed him sloppily, rubbing their bodies together with a sweet friction. He licked his way down JC’s chest and bit at his nipples. Clawing at his hips, Joey nibbled at the inside of JC’s thigh. He looked up across a sweaty, heaving chest into blue, blue eyes. “Lube and condoms?” he questioned. JC nodded and tossed the items to him.
Joey slicked some lube onto a finger and placed it at JC’s entrance. Remembering JC’s propensity for roughness, he drove the digit into him, and was rewarded with breathy moans and sighs. “More,” JC gasped.
Two fingers, then three, and JC was writhing and panting and Joey was achingly hard. He slid up JC’s body and kissed him once more. “You sure about this?”
“Yes, just fucking do it, Joey,” JC spat out between gritted teeth. He wrapped his legs around Joey’s waist as Joey fumbled with the condom. A moment of silence in which the world stopped for both of them, then Joey thrust into JC.
“Oh my god, so tight, so… shit, this is hot,” Joey grunted against JC’s skin. JC whispered his agreement in return.
Joey pushed up into JC as far and as hard as he could, and JC twisted his hips and pushed back. It was so mind-blowing, and when JC reached down to touch himself, Joey lost it. Moments later, as he was trying to catch his breath, JC had his own orgasm, coming in long spurts all over his chest.
Joey pulled out of JC and rolled over next to him on the bed. “Damn, C,” he chuckled. “That was… that was sexy. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
JC grinned, much like the Cheshire cat. All the stress and apprehension that he usually carried around was gone, and he stretched languidly across the sheets. “It was all you, Joe, believe me. I’m not sexy. I’m just JC.”
Joey reached out to brush a few strands of hair off JC’s forehead. “You’re very, very pretty. Don’t sell yourself short.”,p> “So, um, what did you do with the other guys? Not this, I hope.” JC smiled a little.
“Nope, just guy stuff. Dirty, nasty, fun stuff.” He paused, deep in thought. “But you know what? That’s what this was, too, right?”
JC kissed Joey sweetly. “It was. And it could be so much more.” He curled up next to Joey and was soon fast asleep.
Joey didn’t know where it was going to lead. But it didn’t really matter. JC was pretty and he was all male at the same time, and he was Joey’s for the taking. There was nothing that meant more in the world.