“Don’t be mad.” JC looked up from his book, cocking an eyebrow. “That’s really not a good way to start a sentence around me.” Justin stood in the corner, hands buried in his pockets. His foot kicked back and forth, watching the nap of the carpet change. “Promise me. You gotta promise.” JC set his book down, arms crossing over his chest. “What did you do?” Justin looked up for the first time, eyes wide and mouth open. “Nothing. You can’t...it’s not...Josh.” “What,” JC laughed stretching his legs out and propping them on the table in front of him. “I didn’t do anything.” “Then why am I supposed to be ‘not mad’ at you.” “Just cause.” “I don’t think so. Come here.” Justin bit his lip, pushing away from the door. “Promise me first.” “I promise, now come here.” JC watched Justin cross the small room and sit next to him on the couch. Justin pulled his knees up to his chest, arms wrapping around his legs. “What happened Just?” “Someone kissed me.” “Okay. And?” “Okay? No big lecture. No scolding and like, big, scary Josh isn’t gonna jump out at me?” JC laughed and ran a hand through Justin’s hair. “You’re fifteen sweetie. Old enough to kiss whoever you want, whenever you want.” “So no yelling?” “No yelling.” Justin grinned moving in closer o JC. He slid under the older man’s arm. “So how was it?” “I didn’t....I mean I... I thought it was pretty good but...well.” “Spit it out,” JC smirked, tipping Justin’s chin back to look in his eyes. “Or does someone still got your tongue.” “That’s not funny Josh. At all.” “Sorry. Go ahead.” “He told me I was bad.” Justin’s face flushed, as JC’s fingers traced over his cheeks. “Well, were you?” “Josh!” “What? I was just asking?” “I didn’t think I was. He said that I slobbered too much and I kinda, like, made him bleed. A little bit.” “You made him bleed?” “A little. Just. A bit.” “Jesus. What’d you do?” “I bit his tongue. It was an accident.” JC tried not to laughed, pulling Justin toward him, so the boy couldn’t see his face.” “You’ll get better.” “He..it just surprised me. I mean we were kissing and all of the sudden like, his tongue was in my mouth and woah, cause he grabbed my butt. Like really grabbed it. Like two hands and grab, squeeze and lift. It scared me and I bit down and yeah....” JC frowned, “He grabbed you?” “Yeah.. I mean...I think I would have liked it. Like a lot but it was really fast and it kinda hurt, like a little.” Justin could feel JC’s arm tense around his shoulders. “Who was it?” “Who was what?” JC eased Justin back and gave him a look, pulling at a curl. “Don’t play dumb with me Just.” “Troy.” “Troy? As in our thirty year old crew member, with tattoos covering 90 percent of his body, and hair down to his ass Troy. Please tell me I’m thinking of the wrong person.” “No. It was that Troy.” “Dammit Justin.” Justin jumped up and sat back down on JC’s outstretched legs. “No. You said you weren’t gonna get mad. You promised me Josh.” “I lied.” JC’s hands encircled Justin’s waist, his eyes fixed on the boys’ surprised face. “What happened to ‘old enough to kiss whoever you want whenever you want’?” “That was before I knew you were having strange, old, perverted men molest you.” “That’s not fair Josh.” “Did he force you Justin? I swear to God. If he did...I’ll have his balls.” Justin rolled his eyes, scooting further up on JC’s thighs. He waited, pressing chest against chest, nose against nose, forehead against forehead. And blinked. “He didn’t molest me. I was flirting. And I wanted it. I just didn’t think it would...It’s not a big deal.” “It is a big deal Justin. He could have broke you in two. You have no idea what men like that want from boys like you.” Justin frowned. “That was an insult right?” “You need to be careful. That innocent thing you have, it’s gonna get you in trouble Justin.” “You love me.” “Nice way to change the subject.” “You do, right?” “Yes.” “Does my breath smell?” Justin exhaled in JC’s face, breaking into a fit of giggles before falling to the side. JC laughed, smacking Justin’s leg, still wrapped over his own thigh. “Just promise me you won’t go around kissing men old enough to be your father, okay? They’re perverts and they only want one thing.” Justin sobered, turning to lay flat on his back. “I’m not gonna go around kissing anyone. He told me I was bad.” “Isn’t that uncomfortable?” JC looked down at Justin wrinkling his forehead. Justin’s chin pressed to his chest as he looked down at himself. His legs, still bracketing JC’s body, his body turned, back flat against the couch. “No. And stop changing the subject.” “I’m not.” JC’s fingers scratched at Justin’s stomach, pushing his t-shirt up. “What if I suck at kissing. And I never get better. And no one will ever want to be with me. And I’ll die a bitter old man, with like a thousand cats. And still a bad kisser.” JC shrugged, picking up his book, one hand running up and down Justin’s thigh. “You’ve got a baby face, a nice ass and you’re flexible. I’m sure you’ll make some guy very happy.” “Josh!” JC laughed at the offended look on Justin’s face. “I’m serious.” “That’s mean.” “It was supposed to be a compliment.” Justin pouted, sliding back into JC’s lap. “Kiss me.” JC pressed his lips against Justin’s forehead smiling against the skin as he felt Justin’s sigh. “I didn’t mean like that Josh.” “Sorry.” “Come on. I wanna know if I really am a bad kisser.” “Justin.” “Please.” JC grinned, moving one hand to cup the back of Justin’s neck. His tongue licked across the younger boy’s lips, smile widening as he felt Justin gasp. “Bite my tongue and I’m gonna kick you off the couch.” “Josh.” Justin moaned mid-whine, feeling JC tug on his bottom lip with his teeth. Justin buried one hand in JC’s hair, the other running up and down a sharp cheekbone. JC’s tongue licked deep into his mouth, running against Justin’s own, before smoothly turning to the side. Massaging from every angle. Justin let out a surprised cry as JC cupped his bottom, easing them closer together. “Josh?” “You wanna stop?” Justin shook his head, leaning back in for more of JC’s kisses. Five minutes later, with JC’s shirt missing, and one hand down the back of Justin’s pants the younger boy came with a cry, his forehead cracking against JC’s chin. JC laughed turning a freshly debauched Justin, laying them down the length of the couch. “Well at least you didn’t bite me.” Justin pouted, pinching JC’s chest, his breathing still labored. “That was...wow.” “You really are a bad kisser.” Justin looked even more offended and pushed at JC, scowl on his face. “Well you’re a dirty old pervert, molesting an innocent boy. And you only want to steal my virginity and corrupt me and...and. Turn me into some underage hooker.” JC laughed. He thought if he looked close enough. At just the right angle, he could see the boy’s eyes shimmering just a bit. His hand slid to the front of Justin’s jeans, unbuttoning them with a snap of his wrist. His hand moved, sliding back under Justin’s pants, cupping a small round ass securely. “You made me a dirty old pervert.” Each word was punctuated with a soft squeeze. Justin writhed. “I can’t believe you said I was bad.” JC leaned down, tongue flicking out to tease the corner of Justin’s mouth. “We can keep working on it . If you want. Practice makes perfect ya know.” They practiced. A lot.
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