Justin sat down on the small couch, clutching his water bottle. He looked up at the camera’s focused on him and smiled. “Everyone’s getting dressed. I’m just gonna sit here and do nothing. Nothin.” He let out a giggle and watched at the cameras moved around the room. Justin had a hard time controlling the smile on his face as he watched his lover of three years make his way across the room. “Hey baby. How ya doing?” Justin gave JC a chiding look and motioned subtly to the cameras. JC smiled sheepishly and broke out with an impromptu dance move. Justin couldn’t help but let out a small snicker. “I gotta go change.” “I thought you were just gonna sit here and do nothing.” “And risk you getting us in trouble. I don’t think so.” Justin jumped up from the couch, grabbing his outfit on the way to the small dressing/bath room. JC just grinned. And when Joey came out wearing pants with long straps decorating them, JC couldn’t stop the dirty thought that filled his mind as he imagined Justin wearing them instead of Joey. Out of the corner of his eye, JC could see Justin dancing, dressed all in white, golden curls shining like a halo. JC felt his cock growing heavy as a pink tongue darted out to lick full, red lips. JC moved like a cat towards the now occupied dressing room. He glanced around the large rehearsal room and slipped into the small bathroom. Justin gasped in shock as JC leaned against the sink, staring appreciatively at him. “Josh what are you doing in here? There are cameras out there. What if someone saw you?” “No one saw me baby.” “What do you want?” JC pushed off the sink and wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist. “I saw you out there. Dancing. You look so perfect in this outfit. All this white against smooth, golden skin. You were making me so hard baby. All I could think about was taking you right there. Up against those mirrors. Everyone watching. The cameras taping up making love.” Justin shuddered as JC’s tongue darted out, licking a trail up his neck. “Are you hard baby-boy?” Justin moaned a response. He could feel his jacket being pushed off his shoulders, down his arms. He blinked as he heard the loud slap of his coat, echoing off the dressing room wall. Justin was vaguely aware that his clothes were being removed. The noises of the pants thrown over by the sink, his shirt being ripped off and smacking against the wall behind him, his boxers falling to the floor with a whoosh, those noises kept bringing him back. “I can’t decide if I like you more in that outfit or out of it. You’re so beautiful.” JC’s voice was a mere whisper against Justin’s mouth. JC backed up, the back of his legs hitting the toilet. Justin’s eyes were glazed over. A sex-induced haze. He watched as JC unzipped his own zipper, maneuvered and released his own thick cock. JC grabbed Justin around the waist, pulling him closer as he sat on the closed toilet seat. “Come here baby?” Justin moved to straddle JC’s thighs. Grasping at the older man’s shoulder Justin dove in for a kiss. JC smiled as Justin’s mouth moved against his own. That boy loved to kiss. Absolutely loved it more than anything. Not that JC was complaining cause Justin was damn good at it. JC sucked Justin’s tongue into his own mouth and Justin moved sensually, grinding their erections together. Justin never lost the intensity of the kiss as he moved a hand to JC’s erection, smearing pre-cum over his length. JC groaned into Justin’s mouth, his hands running down to Justin’s bottom. He felt Justin’s intake of air as he grabbed his ass roughly. He massaged Justin’s firm ass with strong hands, loving the sounds that Justin made. Justin broke the kiss, gasping for air as he felt JC lift him up slightly, positioning his ass over JC’s straining cock. JC took advantage of Justin’s bared neck, sucking, biting, licking, at that collarbone as Justin lowered himself slowly on JC’s erection. Justin’s head flew forward, his mouth finding JC’s once again. He could barely control the scream, itching at his throat for release. JC bit at his bottom lip as if sensing Justin’s problem. “Shh...We can’t be loud baby. Too many people out there. You gotta stay quiet.” Justin’s brow furrowed as he moved up and down on JC’s cock. JC could feel Justin trembling and smirked against his skin. He knew this was a cruel thing to do. Making Justin be quiet during sex was like telling those girls from their favorite ezboard not to wiggle their butts. Damn near impossible. Justin was a screamer. Screamed so loud that once they had hotel security called on them. JC shifted forward on the seat and Justin’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. The older man kept thrusting, his mouth sucking at Justin neck. He looked up and watched Justin bite at his lower lip. His eyes were closed so tightly as if to block out all other sensations. “Fuck your hand baby.” Justin didn’t even open his eyes as his hand slid between hard, sweaty, bodies to grab at his own throbbing erection. JC leaned back slightly to watch as Justin, flushed cheeks and shining, moved against his hand, his thumb flicking softly at the head of his cock. Justin moved to kiss JC. An awkward kiss, with teeth colliding and noses bumping together. Wet noises. Tongues moving languidly. JC grabbed at Justin’s ass and came, deep inside Justin’s body. Justin shivered at the sensations, his ass tightening as he came against his own bare chest and JC’s jean jacket. They remained like that for minutes. Kissing and caressing in a post-orgasm glow. The lovers serenity was broken when they heard the sharp knock at the door. Justin tripped as he jumped off JC’s lap. JC pulled off his jacket, folding it over so the stain wasn’t visible and tucked himself back into his pants. Justin quickly threw on his original outfit and pulled his hat down to cover his tousled curls. Lance’s voice could be heard through the door. “Hurry up you two. The cameras are on their way over here. JC opened the door and turned as the cameras focused in on the dressing room. “Come in here for a second. Let me show ya how clean we all are.” JC turned his head and smiled. “Yo, that was not me...I didn’t do that.” The cameras shot some footage of the clothes covering the bathroom floor and focused on Justin’s face again. “We keep a...clean...dressing room. Okay, get out.” JC smiled from across the room as Justin shut the door to the bathroom.
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