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Working It Out
by Shine
"Jayce, what are you, fucking blind?"
Justin looked up from where he was crouched, tying his shoe. Stupid sneakers always came undone at the worst possible moments ever. He'd stuck to Velcro when he was younger, until his mom had spent the better part of a weekend teaching him to loop, swoop and pull through.
"No," JC came back, and he sounded pissed. Justin lifted his head, staring curiously towards the closed door to JC's hotel room. "No, I'm not blind, Joey--I know what's going on. But it's never going to work, you *know* that."
Justin blinked, confused. "Ignoring it is not going to make Justin go away," Joey pointed out, and Justin flushed bright red. He suddenly had a very bad feeling what was about to come next. "Just because he's fifteen doesn't make him an idiot. And you're not *that* much older," Joey added. Justin stared down at his shoelaces, and wanted to melt into the floor, especially when JC laughed.
"Sure. Yeah. Because fifteen and twenty, *that's* a good idea." There was something in JC's voice that Justin really, really didn't like. He wasn't making fun of Justin, but. it still sounded weird. It sounded a lot like JC right after he'd come back from L.A., when he spent the first four days back curled up in the guest bedroom.
"I'm not saying you should fuck him," Joey snapped, and Justin flushed even darker red. "Christ, we both know that's a bad idea. But. maybe you should talk to him about it, ok? Let him down easy, in case he tries anything."
Justin gritted his teeth. Great. Oh, this was just fucking great. He glared at the closed door, and blinked hard, refusing to cry. They were in there talking about him, treating this like it was some stupid kid crush, and they were *laughing* about it. His life officially sucked, Justin thought miserably, and wondered if he should go. But the only thing worse than hearing this was knowing they were saying it and not being there to hear, so he stayed. He crawled so he was sitting next to the door, head pressed against the wood near the edge so he could hear better.
"Or don't," Joey added, and he sounded like he was smiling. Bastard. "He's a cute kid, you've got to admit. He's grown up a lot since the Club days, don't you think? I bet he'd be dynamite in the sack." He sounded like he was trying to get a rise out of JC, and when Justin heard scuffling sounds and a thud that must have been a chair getting overturned, he figured Joey had succeeded. Joey laughed, and after a minute JC joined in, rueful and quiet.
"Don't remind me," JC muttered, hardly loud enough to hear. He sounded - God, there wasn't a word for what he sounded like, but it made the hair on Justin's arms stand up. He shifted his legs as quietly as he could, drawing one up to his chest, and tried not to notice when the motion made his shirt hike up a little and brush his nipple.
"C'mon." Forget smiling; Joey was grinning, now. "You can't tell me you haven't looked. Washboard abs, big hands, perfect ass - and Christ, those hips. *I'd* fuck him, for chrissake."
"Jerk," JC said, grinning. "I hate to break it to you, but you're straight, remember? And straight guys don't get a say in which guys are hot or not. It's in the rule book." Joey started laughing.
"Yeah, like being straight's stopped me before," Joey pointed out, and stopped laughing, although his voice stayed light. "JC, come on. This is common sense. It can't go on like this--him doing everything a fifteen-year-old can think of to get you, you doing everything you can to avoid him. You've gotta talk to him, at least. Work this out, because it won't get better on it's own, okay?"
"I *know*, Joey," JC said, sounding just as tired as Justin had ever heard him. Like they'd had this conversation before. Which made Justin irrationally angry.
"Do you?" Serious!Joey, now. Uh-oh. "He follows you around like a puppy. He wears tight shirts and tank tops and loose sweatpants so you'll look at him, and he sits in your lap on the bus, and you keep *running*. And if you keep running, he's going to keep chasing you. So. You need to stop running."
Justin rested his head on the door, and closed his eyes, feeling a little dizzy. JC was silent, and he couldn't figure out what they were doing. Which was okay, because he didn't think he could listen to any more. Joey had noticed the crush. JC had noticed. Hell--probably all of them had. Probably they were all laughing at him behind his back. Justin blushed just thinking about it, even though he tried to tell himself it wasn't true. Chris never did anything behind anyone's back--if he was laughing, he'd do it to Justin's face. And Lance was a dork, so he might not even know. He tried to think, but all he could focus on was JC saying "it's never going to work".
"We've got to get going--rehearsal is in ten minutes," JC said, and Justin whispered a curse and scrambled to his feet. He headed off down the hall at a quick jog, and sped up to a run when he heard the door open and close behind him. JC and Joey's voices filled the hall, talking about something Justin couldn't make out but didn't sound important, and Justin skidded into the conference room they were using as a dance space, collapsed against a wall, and tried to relax. Chris and Lance were watching him curiously, but he waved at them, shaking his head, and they let him be.
This was twenty-seven kinds of bad. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to get drunk and be hung over the next day. He wanted to hide in his room, and he wanted it to be showtime so he could concentrate on something else, and he wanted Chuck to FedEx him his next homework assignment so he could at least pretend to keep his mind off what he'd just heard.
But mostly, he wanted to knock JC down, straddle him, and blow him 'til he shut the fuck up.
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The club was loud, crowded, and so dense with smoke Justin could barely see. Lasers cut through the fog, strobes shattered the darkness, and a bank of colored lights rotated and whirled overhead, giving red and blue and purple highlights to the sea of heaving bodies. Male bodies. The air was heavy with sweat and alcohol and sex. Justin felt a hand on his ass, squeezing lightly, and moved away quickly. He plunged into the mass of people on the dance floor and slowly worked his way towards the opposite side, craning his neck to look for a familiar dark head.
No one knew he was here. Lynn had gone home, and Chris and Joey thought he was in bed. Lance had seen him sneak out, but he thought Justin was headed for the straight club down the street from the hotel. But he'd seen the little booklet with a pink triangle on it stuffed in JC's duffel bag advertising discotheques, and heard JC asking directions in painstaking German down at the front desk. Justin was wearing his best clubbing pants and a t-shirt that was tight and shimmery and made him look older, and he'd given the bouncer his best over-eighteen look along with his deutschmarks, and it had worked. He was inside a real live honest-to-god gay club. Surrounded by gay men.
And not one of them was JC.
Ok, yeah, they weren't bad-looking - especially that Asian guy over in the corner, the one with the dragon tattoo on his left bicep - but they weren't JC. Which sort of sucked.
He sighed, and headed to the bar. Might as well try to get a drink while he was looking.
The bartender drew him a beer on tap without batting an eye, and Justin thanked god for the German drinking age. The thick head of the beer took up almost half the glass, and Justin found an out-of-the-way corner near the bathrooms and sipped at it gingerly, trying to be casual. He didn't usually get a chance to drink--even Chris, who could drink anyone under the table and usually had booze in his carryall for when he got bored, was reluctant to risk pissing off Justin's mom. But he didn't want to stand out, and everyone else was drinking.
All around him, men clumped and broke apart and reformed into new groups, dancing and talking, cigarettes and plastic cups in their hands. Some were making out. One couple, almost hidden by shadows, was doing more than that. Justin tried not to stare too hard at the pale flash of skin revealed by an open fly, or the blond head that leaned close and made the skin vanish.
Someone leaned against the wall he was standing by and said something in German into his ear. Justin caught the German for "drink" and shook his head. "Nein," he said, trying to sound apologetic but firm. "Nein."
The guy said something else, also in German, and this time Justin caught the word for "bathroom". Justin shook his head again. "Nein," he said, more firmly than apologetic this time, and made eye contact. The guy blinked a couple times, then inclined his head as if to admit defeat, gave Justin a half-smile, and disappeared into the crowd.
Justin sipped his beer and looked around the room. Still dark, still crowded. Still no sign of JC. Crap.
Then something clicked in his brain. The guy had said "bathroom", and Justin didn't think that some stranger would really wanted to watch him take a leak or wash his hands. There must be guys hanging out in the bathroom--maybe it was quieter or something. That was probably where people went to talk, Justin decided. Just to hang out with their friends, away from the noise of the dance floor. JC must be in there, talking to people. Justin took a last drink and then put his glass down on a speaker, heading towards the blue neon sign of a stick-figure guy.
It took a second to wrestle the door open; it was a lot heavier than it looked. Inside it was dark, even darker than the club, but there was still light from a dim and flickering bulb over the sink, and Justin could see bodies inside, dressed in sparkly club gear. Justin slipped in through the gap and let the door swing shut behind him. As the door closed, the heavy wood cut off the pulsing beat of the bass, and in the relative quiet other sounds replaced it. Wet sounds. Moaning sounds. Justin knew he was staring, wide-eyed, back pressed against the door as if he was trying to hide, but he couldn't help it. He was blushing, and he was terrified that any minute someone would look up and see him, but he couldn't look away.
There were. There were guys *everywhere* - in the stalls, out of the stalls, pressed up against the sinks. He tried not to let his eyes linger too long on any one thing, but he just couldn't help it. He was pretty sure *that* guy was getting fucked, and judging from the noises he was making, it was a lot more fun than it looked. Though it looked pretty fun, he had to admit.
It was like he'd walked onto the set of a porno or something. He guessed, anyway; he'd only ever seen that one straight movie of Joey's, and it was pretty cool and all, but it wasn't the same. Justin was pretty sure he liked breasts just enough to want to see a pair in real life, someday, but he was just as sure he liked dicks a lot more. One dick in particular. And it wasn't anywhere in sight. Justin let out a long breath, tried not to be too disappointed--he didn't really want to see JC getting it on with someone else, right?--and turned to go.
And stopped in his tracks.
He'd spent three years listening to that voice, singing and talking and rusty from sleep and slurred from alcohol and shaky with laughter, and he would know it even if he was half-deaf and half-dead. That was JC, and he was moaning quietly. Close by, and moaning, and Justin turned very very slowly, tracking the sound.
It was like there was a homing device in his head or something; he sidled past the guy getting a blowjob, and skirted around the two groups of guys sucking each other off (which looked like it had to *hurt*, in a really fun way), and headed straight for the last stall at the end.
Slowly, trying desperately not to be noticed, Justin pressed himself as close to the sink as he dared and let his eyes adjust to the lack of light in the bathroom. He took a deep breath and darted over to the partition between the stalls, then slowly peeked his head around the corner. He tried not to breathe.
Once he saw what was happening inside, he didn't have to worry about trying. He didn't think he could breathe if he wanted to.
The other guy was tall and blond, dressed in leather pants with a white shirt tucked into the waistband. His torso was lean and muscled and sweaty, and he was leaning back against the wall with his head tipped towards the ceiling. JC was on his heels, knees braced on the other guy's shoes, and he was holding the guy's thighs firmly, fingers splayed to press him harder against the cinderblock wall. His eyes were closed, and he was mouthing the cock in front of him lazily, drawing the flat of his tongue over the head like he was playing with it. It was a total tease, even Justin could see that, but the stranger seemed to like it, shuddering and muttering something in German. One hand stroked JC's cheek and JC moaned again, smiling faintly and sucking momentarily hard at the red, trembling cock in front of him. He reached down to rub himself through his pants, and Justin gasped. The guy he was blowing started jerking and crying out, and JC pulled back quickly and licked the side of his cock, aiming the splatters of come away from the two of them onto the grimy floor.
Justin pulled back, *fast*, just as the guy muttered something in German. There was the sound of a zipper - probably the guy zipping up, Justin figured - and the wet sound of kissing. Justin licked his lips and tried not to thrust against the flimsy stall partition.
JC. That was JC in there, sucking off a total stranger. The same JC who had been talking to Joey not three hours before about letting Justin down easy, because Justin was just a kid. The same JC Justin had known forever, had loved forever, had thought about when he was happy and sad and sick with the flu and jerking *off* for chrissake, and he was sucking off a stranger. A stranger. A *German* stranger, no less.
Who was also about to return the favor.
Well, fuck that. Fuck that.
JC was settling himself against the wall, eyes closed and mouth open in anticipation, his hips tilted forward eagerly, and that German guy was sliding down his body, kissing his stomach. JC's turn for fun, and Justin stepped forward before he could think about it and yanked at the guy's arm before he could undo JC's pants. "Nein," he whispered fiercely, too low to travel beyond the German's ears, and stared into blue eyes that were first round with surprise, and then narrow with amusement.
The stranger kept going, sinking to his knees, opening JC's laces and pulling his cock out, but he was staring at Justin while he did it. JC breathed out deeply, and someone was yelling in time with someone else's grunts, and Justin could barely hear himself think. He knelt down and put a hand on the guy's arm. "Nein," he said again, this time almost pleading, close to his ear. "Please. Mich, bitte," he tried, "mein bester freund," not sure he was making any sense but desperate enough to try. And thank god, the guy smiled big, a slash of white teeth in the dark, and nodded, soundlessly moving away. Justin scrambled to take his place, felt his knees stick to the filthy floor, and put his hands on JC's thighs.
Okay.
He stared at JC's cock, and didn't have the faintest fucking idea what to do now.
The guy hadn't gone away, and he was still on his knees beside Justin. He didn't say anything, but he must have seen Justin's confusion and known what it meant. He reached over and put his hand over Justin's hand, sliding it up JC's leg to his hips, stroking Justin's thumb over the pale tender hollow of JC's hip exposed by his open pants. Justin turned to look at the stranger, and he smiled and leaned over. "Karl," he whispered in Justin's ear, and lifted his free hand up, placed his thumb on Justin's lower lip and tugged it down. He said something else in German, soft and intent, then turned Justin's head back and urged him forward. Justin stared at JC's cock, red and damp and hard, right in front of his face and the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he didn't need Karl's hand to move him the last inch forward. He stretched out his tongue tentatively, and heard Karl groan. When he made contact, JC made a light high sound that made his stomach quiver.
He licked at it very gently. It wasn't really like what he'd heard some of the older kids, like Jennifer and Keri, talking about on-set. They'd acted like it was gross and kind of nasty, but necessary. Justin never really got that part. There were way grosser things, like the sound when somebody broke an arm or a leg, or eating airline food.
This wasn't gross. This was fifteen miles and a block away from gross. JC tasted like salt and sweat, and up close he smelled like leather, but that was probably because of the pants. He was glistening with pre-cum, skin flushed red and getting darker with every harsh exhalation. It made Justin's mouth water. He licked his lips and tasted JC, then lowered his head and lapped at the head, circling it with his tongue.
It didn't take him long to figure out that the lighter he licked, the slower he went, the more JC groaned and shook under his palms. He liked that. He liked it a lot. He nuzzled JC's cock, felt it hard-hot-damp against his cheek, and then took it back into the mouth. JC shuddered, and Karl muttered quiet, hoarse approval. Glancing to the side, Justin could see Karl was jerking off again.
He couldn't really breathe. The head rested perfectly on his tongue, and it felt incredible and smelled fantastic but it was sort of blocking his throat, so he was breathing harshly through his nose. But Justin didn't care. JC was crying out now, as Justin tightened his lips around the shaft just below the flared rim, and painted the throbbing head with tiny licks from just the tip of his tongue. Teasing, teasing him terribly, although right now it seemed appropriate, Justin thought dizzily. JC had been teasing him for years. And now he was begging with slurred words, hips in ceaseless motion, begging to come, begging Justin to make him come.
Justin licked his lips as best he could around the head of JC's cock. JC moaned again, long and loud, hands fisted at his sides. He wasn't coherent enough to make sense, which was the second hottest thing Justin had ever experienced. The hottest was right in front of him, hard and wet and weeping.
He couldn't deep throat; he knew that already, and didn't want to risk ruining this by trying and gagging and spitting. Hot, sexy boyfriends didn't gag and spit. He licked again, pulling back and nuzzling the head, then moved forward again and eased it down his mouth as far as he was comfortable with. He flicked his tongue against the head and sucked once, hard.
JC came apart.
Justin wasn't expecting it, and it caught him off-guard. Karl rubbed his shoulder soothingly as Justin pulled back, coughing a little and trying to swallow, moving his hand to JC's cock to coax out the last remaining tremors of pleasure. JC shivered, his cock twitching, and pushed weakly at Justin's hand. "Nein," he managed, although not very strongly. His throat sounded raw.
Justin sat back on his heels, looking at him. JC was still splayed across the wall, eyes closed. When Justin put his hand on JC's thigh, he could still feel the tremors echoing through JC's body. JC's mouth was parted slightly, and his cock was starting to go soft. That didn't make it any less pretty, though.
Justin took a deep, ragged breath. Karl rubbed his shoulder again and murmured "Gut", smiling at him a little shakily. Karl's pants were still open, he saw suddenly, and his hand was leaving a damp spot on Justin's shirt, but he didn't care. JC's come was on his tongue. The world could fall down right now, and it wouldn't really matter. Justin licked his lips again and waited for JC to open his eyes.
It was like slow-motion: first JC's eyes fluttered, then they parted, revealing dark blue eyes. *Sated* eyes. "Ser gut -" JC purred, smiling.
And froze.
Justin coughed again and smiled hopefully at JC. "Hey," he said. "Um. Hi, JC. How's it going?"
JC stared at him. "Justin?" He sounded like someone had hit him in the head with a board.
Justin gave a little wave. "Yo."
JC was still staring at him like he was a dream. Or a nightmare. Kind of hard to tell, with JC. "What. what are you doing here?"
"Um." Justin looked around, then back up. It occurred to him that maybe he should get off his knees, but JC was flexing his fists and breathing hard and Justin decided it might be just as good an idea to stay down. JC wouldn't hit a guy on the ground. He was pretty sure. "Looking for you?"
JC looked stunned. Karl was choking with laughter, and Justin felt himself blush. Okay, so maybe that was pretty stupid.
"I heard you and Joey today," he blurted out, and JC paled. A little. He still looked pretty mad, though. "Talking about how I'm a little kid, and how you need to sit me down and talk with me like I'm a fucking *baby* or something, and I'm not."
"Oh, so you thought you'd come down here and convince me with a blowjob." JC's voice was soft, so soft, but Justin winced.
"Well, no, not *exactly*--" he started, and Karl stirred. He came to his feet, said something in German that JC nodded at, and leaned towards JC. JC opened his mouth, and they kissed, lewd with lots of tongue, and Justin looked away. Karl slid past him, out into the bathroom and out of sight, and immediately JC's hand was tight on Justin's shoulder, yanking him up.
"Come on," he said tightly, something like hell in his eyes. "We're going." Justin felt something small and scared inside him tremble at the look on JC's face. He swiped at the filthy knees of his pants and followed silently. Out of the bathroom, out of the club, down the street. Justin breathed the shock of cold, clean air gratefully, and JC didn't say a word or turn around until they'd reached the park across the street from the club.
JC didn't stop or even slow down, except while they crossed the road, and then he was going twenty miles an hour again and expecting Justin to keep up with him. Which he did, but just barely.
"Look," Justin panted, trying to catch his breath. "I know you're mad at me, but-"
JC whirled on him. "You think I'm mad at you?"
Justin hesitated. "Well, yeah. Aren't you?"
JC groaned and dropped onto a bench. "Justin." Justin sat down next to him, and JC leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. "Justin," he said again, muffled, and Justin sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, and JC looked up suddenly. "I didn't mean to mess it all up. I just wanted to talk--I wanted to find you and talk and maybe dance a little, and you'd see I wasn't a kid. You said I was a kid," Justin said, and he hated the hurt note in his voice, but he couldn't. "And then I saw you and Karl and I just. I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it to you."
God, he felt like such a kid. Joey was right. He had JC's come on his tongue and his knees were still sort of numb and covered in muck that he'd never be able to get out, and his neck had a crick in it, and he was, like, thirty seconds away from bursting out crying. Plus, he was hard. This was the stupidest idea ever. It'd be all weird between them from now on, and he just wanted to go back to the hotel and cry until morning.
JC touched his shoulder, and he looked up.
"Justin," JC said again, his voice soft, "I'm not." He let out a long breath. "You weren't supposed to hear me and Joey, ok? You weren't. And I'm not mad at you, I'm just. surprised." He laughed softly. "Pleasantly surprised."
Justin almost fell off the bench. "Um."
JC chuckled. "Yeah?"
"Pleasantly. That means, like, it's a good thing? You think it's a good thing?" Justin wanted to be very sure on this point.
JC shot him a look. "You. um. you didn't catch the *start* of my conversation with Joey, did you?"
Justin shook his head. "No, just the part where Joey said you were fucking blind."
JC nodded. "Right, thought so." He sat back for a second, then tried again. "I'm not, you know. Fucking blind, I mean. Don't think I haven't noticed."
Justin looked at him, baffled. "Noticed what?"
JC gave him a patient look. "Justin--you get within fifteen feet of me, you get hard. It's not exactly subtle." Justin blushed and JC grinned.
"Oh. 'Cause I. um." Justin blushed again and scratched at his knee. Dammit. He'd thought he'd been subtle, he really had.
"No, Justin, it's." JC leans in close. Justin doesn't move away, just looks at him with big eyes. He has no idea where JC's going with this. "It's not like I mind," JC whispers, and tilts his head and kisses Justin.
Justin jumped and JC slid his tongue inside, warm and slick and Justin made an embarrassingly eager sound and sucked hard on it. "God, JC," he mumbled, and JC laughed slightly and pulled back, licked his mouth and then slid inside again. Justin stiffened when he felt a hand on his leg, and trembled when JC began to move it in slow, lazy circles. Justin'd been doing his best to ignore his erection ever since the moment he saw JC on his knees, but this was too much.
"You want to get off?" JC murmured into his mouth, and his hand sidled a little higher. Justin whimpered. "Do you want me to touch you? Suck your cock, make you come?" Justin felt like his brain was on fire, and he squirmed up into JC's hand.
"Public," he managed to croak, when JC started sucking his earlobe. "People."
"So?" JC asked, and bit down. Justin shuddered.
"So we. we can't," Justin panted, eyes slipping shut. JC's hand was an inch, maybe two, from his cock. He swallowed hard and tried again. "There's. there's people-"
"Justin," JC said, "this is Germany." He grinned against Justin's skin, the enamel cool against Justin's cheek. "We're in a park late at night - a park across the street from a gay club, no less. As long as we're careful, no one will say a word." He licked a long, slow path to Justin's mouth.
"So," he said, smiling. "You still want to forget this whole thing? Or you want to be careful?"
"Careful," Justin gasped, and scrabbled at his fly.
JC laughed, and pushed his hand out of the way. "Slowly," he said, licking his way down Justin's neck. "Casually." He slipped into Justin's open fly, and his fingers stroked feather-light down Justin's trapped, cloth-covered cock. Justin whimpered again, closing his eyes tight. "What's wrong?" JC asked, pulling Justin's cock free and tracing a thin, careful circle at the head. "I thought you liked being teased."
Justin groaned. "Oh god. Please," he forced out, and JC smiled and sucked at his pulse point, languid and relaxed while Justin wanted to die, he was so hard. "Please, JC," and he was desperate now, begging. He didn't care. If it got JC to bring him off, he'd beg as much as JC wanted.
"Shhhh," JC said gently. "Shhhh. We've got plenty of time." Bastard, Justin thought muzzily.
"I'm going to take my time," JC murmured against Justin's throat. His strokes were still languid, dream-slow. Justin bites back a whimper. "God, I've wanted this for so long..."
"How." Justin cleared his throat and tried again. "How long?"
"Christ," JC groaned, and bit down very gently. Justin whimpered this time, high and sharp. "Since you turned 14," JC hissed, and the strokes got a little harder. Justin leaned back as much as he could and spread his legs a little wider. "I got back to Memphis, and you were getting abs and your hands were getting big, and that *ass*-"
"You didn't say anything," Justin manages, and wonders, dimly, how the fuck he's still talking.
"I wouldn't have," JC says, and licks the bite mark. "You were 14, Justin. That's. no." He leans back and takes firmer hold of Justin's cock. Justin gasps again. "But you're 15 now," JC purrs, narrowing his eyes. Justin's pictured him looking like that before, but never outside of his bed or the shower, and never outside. With people around.
"So fucking pretty," JC says quietly, and slides his other hand to play with Justin's nipple.
"Want to play?" JC whispered into his ear, and the moist heat of it made something in his brain sizzle and melt. He squirmed more, JC hot all along his side and smiling quietly, a small little pleased smile that looked at the way Justin was whimpering and lifting to JC's hand and trying to get more, and approved. It was hotter than Justin could stand, lighting fires somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and he didn't think he could take much more of this. The whole night had been an endless tease, but it was speeding up now and Justin didn't think he could stop it anymore.
JC was touching his cock, JC was jerking him off. JC was touching him, his real actual hand on Justin's cock, his fingers *right there* on the head and sliding up and down, hot and real and perfect. Justin took a deep breath and the world started to shake.
When JC licked his other hand and slid a wet finger between Justin's legs, just grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs on it's way to Justin's ass, it was too much.The world slid sideways and went white, and Justin came, spasming helplessly, endlessly. Perfectly, with JC's harsh breathing in his ear, JC's hand on his dick. Perfectly.
When it was over he slumped against JC's body, unable to open his eyes, and tried to remember how to breathe. JC was shaking underneath him. "Jesus," JC whispered, and Justin hiccupped a weak laugh. "Jesus, Justin."
"You swore," Justin mumbled, turning tighter into JC's arms. "You're going to hell."
"I think I'm going to hell for plenty of other things," JC muttered, but it sounded like he was smiling. Justin couldn't quite bring himself to open his eyes and check, though.
He'd had sex. He'd had really a lot of sex. He'd had really a lot of sex with JC. He'd sucked JC off, and JC had gotten him off - in a *park*, no less - and now he just wanted to curl next to JC and nap for a little while.
Except he sort of had the feeling he couldn't.
"So, um." Justin levered himself up to a sitting position and forced himself to look at JC. He tried to ignore the fact that his pants were still open, and that his come was still on JC's hand. He didn't think he'd be able to do this if he remembered those things. "So, what. what was tonight?"
JC looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"What was tonight?" Justin asked again. "Because if it was just sex, ok, fine. I'll cope. I'm not a kid. But I just." He looked at JC, suddenly, fiercely miserable. "I just want to *know*, ok?"
JC stared at him for a minute, and then rolled his eyes. "Jesus," he muttered again, and it sounded roughly the same as it had before, when Justin was still shivering out his climax. "Justin, I love you, but you're a real idiot sometimes, you know?"
"What?"
JC smiled at him, and licked at a smear of come on his hand. "I just had sex with you in a public park," he said patiently. "I've wanted you since you were fourteen. I don't make a habit of either of those things." Justin blinked at him. "I only do it with very special people," JC elaborated, and smiled wider.
"Ok, so. Wait." Justin blinked. He'd sort of been expecting to hear the "let's just be friends" speech. Not that he'd ever actually heard it before, but he'd seen movies on Lifetime, so he knew the gist of it. "Wait." He blinked again. "Wait."
JC rubbed at his forehead with his other hand. "Jesus, what do you need, a sign? A little engraved plaque?"
Justin just looked at him.
"I really, really like you," JC said patiently. His eyes looked very dark, but that could have just been the dim park lighting. "Like, *really* like."
Justin's heard sped up tripletime. "Like, 'I lo-'"
"Really like," JC said hastily, looking a little nervous. "I try not to make a habit of saying - that other thing with someone I just had sex with."
Slowing down, now. "Oh."
"But," JC said, and smiled softly. "That doesn't mean I won't say it in the future. Just not right now." His smile shrank, but it didn't hurt Justin to see. "Ask me again in the morning," he said, and licked another stripe of come off his hand.
Justin blinked, then grinned. "Morning?"
JC looked wary. "You've heard of mornings, right? They come after nights, and before noons?"
Justin grinned wider. "You asked me to spend the night with you."
JC yelped. "I did not!"
Justin started laughing. "Uh huh. Tell that to Joey. I bet Joey'll agree with me."
"Oh, you are *not* telling Joey," JC growled, and Justin laughed harder, bouncing up from the bench and backing away from JC's glare.
"Oh, I think I am," Justin teased, and JC growled and then leaped up. Justin whooped and ran for it, fumbling his pants closed as he went. Behind him, JC pounded, half-laughing, half-yelling, slowly falling behind--JC was fast, but Justin had more stamina. He could outrun him, eventually.
Justin glanced back, grinned privately, and slowed down.
JC caught him just outside the hotel, grabbed his arm and slammed him against the wall. Justin hit hard, panting for air, and smirked at JC, who was winded and flushed and laughing breathlessly.
"Smartass," JC said, and kissed him.
"Mmmhmmm," Justin agreed, thinking, but I'm your smartass.
Fin
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