Seduction
by Shine

JC knew what Justin wanted. It was pretty damn obvious, really, and JC had never been stupid. Neither was Joey, and Joey had started making jokes about it two hours ago, when Justin couldn't hear. JC was just glad Chris and Lance weren't there. Two's a couple, three's a crowd, but five would be a nightmare.

Justin handed him another drink, helpfully, and JC eyed it before taking a sip. The alcohol was strong enough to make his eyes water, and he made a mental note to teach Justin how to mix drinks as soon as possible.

Justin watched him like a hawk, narrow-eyed and intent, until JC had finished half, then grinned and headed off into the bathroom. JC wasn't sure why; Justin had stayed remarkably sober during this entire get-JC-drunk scenario. JC coughed slightly and glanced after him, then poured the rest of it into the potted fern nearby.

It wasn't the first time. The fern was beginning to look a little worse for wear. Joey snickered at him, and JC flipped him off absently. Just because he was getting seduced by a fifteen-year-old, that was no cause for laughter.

Justin reappeared, and he'd taken off his button-up shirt, leaving just an undershirt, and his breath smelled of mint. Joey went into hysterics. JC punched him, and pushed him out the door. Joey went, not protesting, and JC was glad. It gave tacit consent to what was about to happen.

Justin brought JC another drink, and JC didn't even have to taste it to smell the alcohol rising like a fog over the orange juice. It even looked a little watery. He sipped it, barely dipping his tongue in, mostly for the look of the thing, before putting it down and leaning back, eyes on Justin.

Who was looking a little worried. "Don't you like it?"

"It's fine," JC said, and he smiled a little. He studied Justin a little more, under his lashes, until Justin started to squirm from the scrutiny.

"What?"

JC smiled wider.

"Dude, what?" Justin twitched at the hem of his shirt, nervously, and JC moved forward. He slid his fingers under the fabric, faded and soft with use and faintly damp from sweat. It was Germany in the summer, and the heat wasn't as bad as it had been back in Orlando, but it was still sweltering, and no one had air conditioning. They were all hot, damp and hot and sticky, and JC looked at the matte sheen on Justin's arms and neck and wanted to lick it off, lick it fresh.

He pulled up on the shirt, and Justin stood still, letting him, eyes wide and breath coming faster as JC reached the top of his chest and kept going, tugging Justin's arms up to let him strip the shirt completely off. He let the shirt fall, and stared openly, allowing heat to rise in his eyes.

"JC?" Justin asked, sounding a bit shaky, and JC looked up at Justin.

"Do you want this?" JC asked, and waited for Justin's answer, stroking a single finger lightly up over Justin's bicep. Justin took a huge breath and then nodded, too fast.

"Yeah."

JC grinned, and took a step closer. "Good," he murmured, leaning forward so he was speaking into Justin's ear, and licked the lobe between words. "Because so do I."

Justin shivered, inclining his body towards JC, and JC accepted the wordless invitation to move closer. He let his mouth wander lower, onto Justin's tender neck, down to his shoulder, back up his throat to the line of his jaw. Justin's mouth opened for him, when he reached it, and JC licked the full lower lip before slanting his mouth down and pushing his tongue slow-sweet inside.

Justin moaned into his mouth, and JC felt sweaty hands rise to clutch at JC's shoulders. JC rested his own hands on Justin's side, felt the sleek heat of muscle and downy skin, and slid them around to support Justin's back as he moved forward and lowering him to the bed.

"Have you ever done this before?" he whispered, before setting his teeth with painstaking care in the side of Justin's neck, sucking lightly. Justin groaned, and it strummed against JC's tongue.

"N-No."

"With anyone?" JC switched to another spot, slightly lower, where it would be better hidden by Justin's collar. He bit a little harder here, and Justin whined, high in his throat.

"Nobody," Justin panted, and JC nuzzled him. "Was waiting...for you."

JC liked that answer, so he rewarded Justin with two more bites, moving down his chest as he did. By the time he'd reached Justin's navel, and was blowing on the fine hairs that grew in a line that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, Justin was openly crying out, trembling with every touch of his hand or mouth, and arching up underneath JC's body.

"Please," Justin managed, and his hands were unguided and frantic on JC's shoulders. He knew he wanted something, JC thought, but he didn't know exactly what it was. Or if JC would give it to him. Pretty boy. Pretty, clueless boy.

Lucky for him JC knew exactly what he wanted, and planned on giving it to him, just as much as he could stand.

"JC," Justin stumbled over his name, and JC-poking his tongue into the dimple of Justin's navel and watching hungrily the way he twisted and squirmed-decided to take pity.

He slid one hand to Justin's waistband, and bit the thin skin just above the fabric, to get Justin's attention. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Justin said immediately, and his hips twitched into JC's touch. "Please..."

"Shhhhh," JC soothed, lowering his zipper and undoing the button, shifting so that Justin could see every move he made. "Shhhh, baby. It's okay." He started pulling the fabric off, and Justin moved eagerly to help him.

"Please don't stop," Justin blurted out, and JC had to laugh at that, watching Justin kick his jeans and boxers off, because like *that* was going to happen.

"Don't worry," he murmured, and Justin shuddered at the warm touch of his breath on tender skin. "Not going to happen." He studied Justin's cock-already full and hard, throbbing against Justin's stomach with the flushed head pearling at the tip. Justin was breathing harshly now, and when JC stuck out his tongue and slowly, deliberately licked the moisture away, he whimpered.

JC smiled to himself, glanced up at Justin's red, contorted face, with those blue eyes wide in shock and dark with dilated pupil and need, and settled himself in. He planned to take his time with this, explore to his heart's content, and leisurely enjoy every single inch of sweating, musky, sensitive skin. Justin sobbed when he took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly, and then fell silent, and his hips started to rock.

JC suckled him until the rocking had turned into desperate thrusts, and the sobbing was back, then drew off and licked at the head until Justin had abandoned restraint and was clutching at his head. He looked up, where Justin's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip.

"What do you want me to do, Justin?" he asked, and nuzzled the head, letting the stubble on his chin rasp over the tip and savoring Justin's breathless yelp. "Tell me, Justin. Or I'll stop. You have to tell me what you want me to do."

Justin moaned, and he was almost thrashing underneath JC, long body taut and gorgeous. He didn't look fifteen. Didn't look eighteen. JC wondered if he was a pervert, but Justin's hands were big and hard and strong and sure where they gripped him in an unbreakable hold. "Don't stop, please. Don't stop."

"Tell me. Or I will." JC bit with exquisite care, testing Justin's response, and was almost bucked off the bed.

"Suck me," Justin choked out, and JC smiled to himself. "Fuck me," Justin added, much softer, almost embarrassed, and JC's own arousal, which had been simmering in the back of his head, suddenly exploded into flame.

"You sure?" he muttered, suddenly distracted by the need to control his own impulse to throw himself on top of Justin and fuck him through the mattress. Not that it was a bad idea, but perhaps a little off-putting.

"Yeah," Justin breathed, and he sounded sure, he looked sure when JC raised his head to see Justin's face, and the way his hips were pumping, he seemed pretty sure about the idea all the way round. And JC had always given Justin what he wanted, and this, he realized, was going to be no exception.

Which meant that his plan to make Justin come unraveled on his tongue was going to have to be shelved, because there was no way he could watch Justin fall apart at close distance and not fall over the edge himself. He backed up, watched Justin quiver as he left, and felt the skin on his palms itching to return to smooth, hair-dusted skin and enticing textures.

"No," Justin moaned in protest, and JC shook his head, feeling a bit dazed.

"Just got to get undressed," he managed, and his voice was rough. He shoved at his pants almost clumsily, managed to get them to the floor and step out of them without breaking his neck. Justin blinked at him, looked like he'd been hit by a bat, and JC grinned without any humor at all.

"Move up," he said, and knelt on the bed, nudging Justin's thigh with his knee. "Come on, move up," and Justin seemed to get the idea, scooting backwards until his head was at the pillow. JC crawled up over him, looking down, and Justin gave him an eager, anxious look.

"Turn over," JC said, and Justin shivered and obeyed. JC stared down at the long, lean expanse of Justin's back, the tight ass, the legs that were slightly spread. Just for him. He groaned, and bent to trace the lines of muscle with his tongue, enjoying the taste of salt and want.

Justin whimpered, and his legs spread wider. JC bit down in thanks, and sent a hand wandering down to play with the crease, shivering under his fingers. Justin was moaning into the pillow, and JC sucked a string of marks down his spine, right across the small of his back and onto his ass.

There was a snick, and the hinges on the door creaked. JC looked up, hand still busy stroking the sweet center of Justin's ass, and saw Joey there in the doorway, frozen and eyes darkening.

"Fuck," Joey breathed, too soft for Justin to hear, who was still shaking and crying to himself as JC touched him. JC raised an eyebrow, and then grinned faintly.

"Go," he mouthed, and Joey nodded, casting one last look at Justin, spread for JC's hand and begging for more. He grinned suddenly, much wider than JC had, and slipped out the door. JC looked down at Justin, who was gleaming with sweat and lean and beautiful, at his own naked body, at the two of them hot and intense, and didn't mind the intrusion. At all.

The door locked, and he blessed Joey as he inched down the bed to get a better angle at the tender undersides of Justin's balls, nosing them gently and hearing Justin's voice from this angle, faint and high.

"Please," Justin stammered, and then again. "Please. Please. JC, please. Please-" His legs were moving wider, even wider, and JC suddenly couldn't wait. He scrambled up, kneeling between Justin's legs and spitting into his hand. His mouth was dry, too dry, but he didn't want to move. He didn't want to leave. He spit again, and smeared it over his cock.

But this wasn't going to be enough, not for Justin's first time, and as much as Justin was bucking back into him, his sounds hopeful and eager, JC didn't particularly want a hospital visit following their first time, and fuck, why hadn't he thought of this before? JC glanced around the room, forcing himself to focus, and saw-thank god-a pump bottle, near the television. Lotion. It worked.

"Be right back," he muttered, and almost fell off the bed in his haste. He grabbed the bottle and turned to go back, and nearly fell again at the sight.

He suddenly had a much better appreciation for what Joey had seen.

He wondered if next time Joey might not be persuaded to hang around and take pictures.

He came back, and Justin pushed his legs even farther apart to welcome his return. JC was beginning to wonder if Justin's hips had any limits at all, but none of that mattered now that he was coating his hand in the lotion, the almond scent floating up around him and making him dizzy. He made sure everything was slick, slick and smooth and when he traced a finger over the clenching muscle, Justin made a sound that was indescribable.

His finger slid in, clean and easy, and Justin fell quiet. He shuddered with every breath, though, and when JC teased him with a second finger, he squirmed to get more. JC bit his lip and teased Justin for a long time, clenching the fingers of his spare hand in his thigh to make himself wait, be patient. It wasn't until Justin was speaking again, babbling words that made no sense but were desperate and needy, that he moved.

"Turn over," he said harshly, and moved back as Justin slowly flipped, every muscle tense. JC helped him settle onto his back, moving Justin's legs back apart, and Justin's face was flushed, his eyes glassy, and his mouth red and wet.

"Fuck me," Justin stammered, licking his lips, and JC leaned down to kiss him. "Please, JC, I need it, I need it so badly," and JC licked over his mouth.

"Shhhhhhh," he whispered, and bit Justin's chin. "It's all right. It's all right. Trust me."

Justin closed his eyes, and JC felt something inside him tremble.

The first thrust was always the hardest, and JC took it as slow as he could, but nothing could prepare him for Justin bracing his feet and lifting his hips just as he started to move forward. Justin moaned and JC slid four inches inside before he came to a stop, shuddering and feeling like the top of his head was going to blow off. Justin was tight, so tight, too tight something screamed at him, but Justin was also panting and trembling, mouth open and face sweet, and when JC tried to pull back Justin locked his thighs around JC's hips and refused to let him go.

"No," he protested, holding on. "No, stay, please-I'm fine, please, JC. Stay."

"I'm not going anywhere," JC forced out, and that was probably true. Even if Lynn herself came in here, he didn't think he'd be able to stop now. He thrust forward, trying to be gentle, but Justin was surging beneath him, face lax with pleasure, and JC lost it.

Then it was all coming together, with every heartbeat driving him closer to the edge. He was fucking Justin, hard and steady and perfectly, and Justin was groaning and meeting his thrusts, Justin-sweet little Justin, only fifteen years old-was writhing and twisting on his cock, and begging for more. He groped for Justin's cock and pulled on it, and Justin arched up with a hoarse cry, spattering JC's stomach, and it was the last straw. JC choked, moaned, and felt fire rain down all up and down his spine. When he came, it was like an afterthought, drunk and blind on the beauty and pleasure of it.

He shuddered the last of it out, feeling like it was years rather than seconds, and collapsed on top of Justin's body.

It took a while to remind himself how his muscles worked, but when they did he dragged himself off to one side, and clung to Justin, gasping for air. Beside him, Justin was also panting, and JC pressed kisses into his skin, one after another. No marks, not now-just tender kisses, butterfly kisses, and Justin purred and twined his legs with JC's, inching closer.

"You okay?" JC asked hoarsely, and Justin kissed his shoulder.

"I'm wonderful," he said, and JC chuckled quietly.

"Yeah, you are," he agreed lightly, and Justin made a sleepy sound of amusement.

"Thank you," Justin said, after a minute, sounding almost shy. It was a rare moment for Justin, who normally had so much confidence it was impressive. JC paused, then kissed him again. Beneath him, Justin was relaxing into sleep. JC didn't blame him. He'd had a hard day.

"It was my pleasure," he whispered, once he was completely sure Justin couldn't hear him. Reaching up, he wrapped Justin's arm around him and cuddled closer, letting his own eyes close.

"I love you," he added, feeling warm darkness rise up behind his eyelids.

The last thing he felt before sleep took him was Justin's mouth curve into a smile.

Fin