Justin/JC snippet #2
by Shine

Justin stretched out under JC's body, feeling his muscles go taut and shivery. Something inside him was aching, vague and impossible to define but real and impossible to ignore. He squirmed, panting quietly, and pushed his legs a little farther apart.

JC smiled down at him, face tense and eyes dark and intent. "So pretty," he mumured, lowering his head to kiss Justin lightly. "Pretty, pretty boy," he whispered, and licked lovingly at Justin's lower lip before nipping it sharply. Justin gasped, and JC nudged his hips forward. Justin's breath broke on a moan, and with shockingly sweet violence the head pushed past the outer muscle and slid slick and hot inside.

"JC," Justin whimpered, and he was shaking. He felt like a kid, fighting for air and not to break down begging for more, less, something, ANYTHING, and JC looked so much older, face twisted with effort. JC's body, when Justin clutched his back, was trembling and wet with sweat. JC twitched his hips foward, and Justin couldn't stop his cry.

"Sorry, sorry, Justin, god--" JC panted, rigid with the strain, and Justin tightened his hold, suddenly terrified that JC was going to pull out. He was sixteen, he wasn't a baby, and he wasn't going to let JC stop. Not for anything.

"Don't stop," he said fiercely, and it was somewhat spoiled when JC started to move again and Justin's voice cracked. But JC was slippery and hard and moving so, so gently, back and forth, and Justin hung on and breathed, let JC's soft worried kisses steady him. "Don't stop," he said again, more strongly, and JC kissed his throat and pushed in another two inches.

It was getting better, a lot better, as time went on, although it wasn't what Justin would call good--JC was kind of big, and Justin was new to it all, although he'd die a million times before he told JC it hurt. But JC seemed to know anyway, and Justin found himself slowly relaxing. JC's cock stretched him wide, was thick and heavy and blatent in his ass, but it wasn't unthinkably big any longer, or scary, or wierd. It was starting to feel natural, somehow, or normal. Safe. Okay.

Then JC shoved in another inch, tilted his hips a little and jabbed lightly and Justin started to yelp a protest because really, things were difficult enough in their current situation, he didn't think it was time yet for creativity. But he had to stop, because white flares went off in his brain and suddenly he couldn't really breathe clearly. His pelvis was on fire, every nerve shimmering blissfully and making his head swim with pleasure, and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Suddenly, all that friction and heat and tightness, everything that had seemed so bizarre and scary and painful thirty seconds ago, now seemed good, amazingly good, beyond good--it was perfect, exactly what he needed.

JC grinned ferally over him, face strained and triumphant, and jabbed shallowly again and again Right There, until Justin couldn't see because he was crying too hard, trying to arch up into JC and get more of the perfect pleasurepainpleasure feel of JC's cock scraping in and out of his ass and pushing at That Place. JC panted harshly in rhythm with his hips, sweat dripping from his face, and Justin started kissing him, lips throat cheek wherever he could. JC groaned and fucked him--a little deeper, a little faster, a little stronger, and Justin felt everything gather and clench and pause while the world tilted on it's axis.

He came, abruptly, and the world went white. Distantly he could feel himself spasming, feel his cock twitch and spill come, but it didn't seem real. The only real thing was the fire behind his eyes, the ecstacy from every brush of skin against skin, JC's cock throbbing inside him harsh and scratchy and wet and amazing, the burning pleasure in his gut. He dimly heard JC sob several times, jerking, and JC's cock throbbed harder; then he was panting for air, limp and lazy and eyes closed, too tired to keep them open any longer, while JC gingerly slid out, tugging his legs down and collapsing at his side.

He didn't say anything for a long time. He was falling asleep, and he thought JC was too, and the experience of having sex for the first time was turning out to take a distinct second place to the experience of giving in to his sated body's demand for sleep. He felt his breathing steady and slow, felt sweat dry sticky-cool on his skin, and let the warm tide of sleep rise up.

"Justin," JC said, and Justin grumbled. "Justin, don't go to sleep."

"G'way," Justin muttered, snuggling closer. "Tired."

"Justin, don't go to sleep yet," JC said again, and Justin could feel him moving around, slow and a bit clumsy. He mumbled a protest, but JC ignored him, and started pulling his arm. "Justin, wake up."

"What?" Justin said, feeling his head clear a bit of fatigue and resenting it. He was tired, he'd just been fucked--didn't he get to sleep now? This was supposed to be snuggletime, not aerobics.

"Come on," JC said, and patiently pried Justin up. "Just move a bit, baby, okay? Move and then we can sleep." Justin grumbled some more, but let JC pull him up and yank down the covers. The cool sheets were a pleasant shock against his overheated body, but they warmed quickly when he crawled underneath them, soft and decadant against his nudity. JC joined him, smelling of sex and salt, bare skin hot even through the cooling sweat. Justin wrapped his arms around him and yawned, and JC kissed his cheek, his mouth.

"Night," Justin mumbled into JC's chest, and JC kissed him again. "Love you," he added, and JC laughed soundlessly.

"I love you too, baby," JC told him, and Justin went to sleep, ass sore and head full of JC's scent and the touch of his body.