“Josh?” “What Justin?” Justin cringed at JC’s voice. Tense. Harsh. Hurtful. “Umm . . . What time are you coming back home?” “I don’t know Justin. I’ll be home when I get home.” Justin fidgeted, sitting cross-legged on their bed, watching JC run his fingers through his dark hair. JC grabbed his keys and wallet off the dresser, taking one last look in the mirror. “I’m sorry Josh. I really am.” JC only glanced at the young man on the bed on his way out the door. “Don’t wait up.” Justin sniffled, looking up from his lap into an empty room. *~*~* “Could you be a bigger asshole?” JC looked up from his cup of coffee to stare at Joey. “Excuse me?” “You heard me Jace. You’re an ass. A big one at that man.” JC snorted in reply, sipping his drink. Joey sighed, sitting down at the table. “It’s Christmas Eve man.” “Yeah.” “And you’re at my house. At an ungodly hour.” “Sorry?” “And the boy that you say you love more than anything is home alone, thinking you’re out doing . . . doing only God knows what.” “He’ll be fine.” “He didn’t do anything you asshole.” JC looked up from the table once again, disbelief written all over his features. “What do you mean, ‘he didn’t do anything.’ He sure as hell did to do something. He ruined my Christmas.” Joey rolled his eyes. “Oh you ass. He decorated some fucking cookies. Give the kid a break.” “Dammit Joey. He decorated my cookies. MY cookies. Every year I decorate fifteen cookies. Every fucking year Joey. I decorate them Christmas Eve and on Christmas day I eat them. It’s been my tradition for years. Since I was a little kid. And my mom has been sending me the cookies and icing since I’ve been in Nsync. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing. The little brat ruined my Christmas cause he couldn’t keep his grubby little paws to himself.” “He ruined your Christmas? Maybe you should have been home when they were delivered to your house. And last I remember, you preferred when he DIDN’T keep his grubby little paws to himself.” “He’s a brat Joe. He needs to learn that not everything belongs to him. He can’t have whatever he wants. It doesn’t work like that.” “Just out of curiosity, did you even look at the cookies he decorated?” JC shook his head no, sipping at more of the steaming coffee. “You know he called here a little while ago. Right before you showed up. Told me the whole story. Everything. How he thought you would love what he did. Want to know what else he said? I’ll tell ya. He told me the cookies he ‘decorated’ were for you. Had your names in hearts and all that sappy, “I love Josh” shit on them. Silly, romantic little Justin-like cookies. Thought that you’d give him a big kiss and snuggle him all night in front of the fire. So yeah. I can see where you’d be so pissed at him that you’d run off on Christmas Eve. Leave him home, by himself, crying.” “He was crying?” “Yeah. So who ruined whose Christmas, do you think?” “Oh fuck. I...I gotta go man.” “Merry Christmas JC.” JC was already out the door. ~*~*~ “Justin? Baby, where are you?” JC dropped his keys on the table, shrugging off his coat and searching the room for his boyfriend. Not seeing him, JC made his way to their bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. JC slowed upon entering the bedroom. The first thing he noticed, his baby. Laid out all beautiful and innocent on their bed. The second thing he noticed was the bed. Fitted only with a bottom sheet. The rest of the bed clothes folded neatly and piled in the corner chair. Sighing and feeling highly ashamed, JC made his way to the edge of the bed, toward the nude boy lying in the middle. JC’s fingers traced down Justin’s forehead, over the slope of his nose, across a cheek, before rubbing, pouty, parted lips. JC leaned down, his lips replacing his fingers. Justin stirred beneath JC, his eyes opening to meet the older man’s. JC felt the guilt pool deep in his stomach, seeing Justin’s bloodshot eyes. Red-rimmed from crying. “I’m sorry.” “Shh . . . don’t baby.” And boy did that guilt just keep on pooling. JC’s arms lifted Justin’s upper body off the bed. He felt the shiver run through the boy, leaning back enough to look at him. “Why are the blankets over there baby? You’re naked baby. I don’t want you catching a cold.” Justin blushed, that beautiful blush of his and pulled out of JC’s arms. “Will . . . will you close your eyes Josh?” JC smiled, his eyes closing willingly. He felt Justin pull away completely, the bed dipping as Justin’s weight shifted. JC could hear the drawer of the in table being opened briefly before sliding back into place. A few more minutes passed, JC’s interest piquing. “Baby, what are you doing?” “You can . . . you can open your eyes now.” JC obeyed, blinking a few times. Justin sat on the bed, much like he had earlier before JC had left, only this time there was that whole naked thing. Oh and there were small containers lined up next to him, but JC was still thinking about the naked thing. JC smiled, and leaned in to brush a curl from Justin’s forehead. “What’s all this baby?” “Well you know . . . I feel really bad about earlier. About your cookies ya know.” Justin broke off, a crimson color staining his cheeks, a waiver in his voice. “Baby-,” “No. Wait. So I felt really bad and I was trying to think of a way to like . . . make it up to you. And I know I can’t fix it, like, completely, but I thought . . . - Well, there was some frosting left over, like a lot of frosting so I though . . . ” JC smiled at Justin’s embarrassment. He thought it was so cute how Justin overused the word, ‘like,’ whenever he was embarrassed. It just made him that much cuter. “You thought what baby?” Justin gave a small grin, laying himself back on the bed, his hands twisting nervously on his stomach. “I thought made you could frost me . . . or like decorate me. I could be like . . . your sugar cookie substitute.” “Oh baby.” JC looked down, his eyes darting back and forth between Justin’s exposed body and the containers of icing situated next to him. “Well . . . what, I mean what do you think?” JC flipped the top off the first container, slipping his finger in to scoop up some of the green icing. He blended the green icing along the red of Justin’s mouth, mixing the two colors. “I think it’s a very good idea.” He leaned down, slowly using the tip of his tongue to lick away the icing from Justin’s parted lips. “Mmm . . . ” Justin moaned as JC licked a path into his mouth and against his tongue. JC searched blindly for another container, his hand returning to Justin’s body. His fingers coated in a vibrant yellow. Delicately he bit at Justin’s neck, his fingers smearing the icing along a pink nipple. Justin’s chest arched against JC’s teasing fingers. The older man trailed his fingers to the identical nipple, pinching and rubbing. Decorating in yellow. JC used one hand to push Justin’s arching back flat against the bed, moving the fingers stained with yellow icing to Justin’s mouth. “Clean them off baby. We don’t want the colors mixing.” Justin hungrily sucked JC’s fingers into his mouth. Using his teeth and tongue, he licked away the icing, the suction pulling JC’s fingers deeper. And deeper. Until they were brushing the back of Justin’s throat. “Oh God baby.” Justin batted his innocently, his teeth scraping along JC’s knuckles as the older man pulled back his fingers. “What color are you gonna use now Josh?” JC laughed at Justin’s ability to make this seem so virginal. “Just watch baby?” Justin propped himself on his elbows, staring intently as white frosting was painted low on his stomach in a semi-circle. He giggled as JC’s hand moved up, right above his belly button to make two smaller circles. “You made a smiley face on my tummy.” JC smiled, resisting the urge to wrap Justin in a blanket and coddle him like a baby for the next ten years. But yeah, there was that whole spread out naked thing going on. And he couldn’t very well fuck someone who was diapered so yeah, the urge wasn’t that hard to resist. “Sweetheart, you just wait and see what I’m gonna do next.” JC’s eyes widened as Justin grabbed his hand, fingers covered in frosting, and cradled it. Justin used his own hands to push JC’s fingers further into his mouth, eyes closed and appreciative moans filling the room. Pulling JC’s hand back and licking his lips Justin gave a crooked grin. “Didn’t want to mix colors.” JC swallowed his moan, careful that his tongue didn’t follow, reaching for the red. Using the tips of his fingers, he spread the frosting up the length of Justin’s weeping erection. “Ahhh . . . ” Justin cried out, thrusting up, seeking the heat of JC’s hand. “Easy there baby-boy.” God this boy was responsive. JC couldn’t help but feel a little giddy on the inside knowing he was the cause of Justin’s reactions. Justin’s face scrunched up. That patented pout on his lips and JC smirked. He leaned down, his tongue darting out, licking at the tip of Justin’s cock. JC playfully sucked the head of Justin’s cock into his mouth, drops of tangy pre-come mixing with the sugary taste of icing. He pulled back, ignoring Justin’s whimpers of protest. “Mmm . . . tastes good baby.” “I know.” “I wasn’t talking about the icing.” “Either was I.” JC growled, capturing Justin’s mouth with his own, biting almost roughly at the boy’s lips. “Roll over.” Justin trembled, JC’s aggressive tone and heavy breath against his ear. He rolled over at a leisurely pace, crying out as JC’s hand came down hard in the middle of his back, shoving him against the soft mattress. “Josh? What?” “Shh . . . ” Justin could feel fingers, freshly covered in frosting, drag down his spine to his ass. He moaned, pushing his bottom back against JC’s hand. “Stop that. You need to be good. We both know what happens to bad-boys.” The icing spread out in sporadic patterns over Justin’s ass, as JC smiled at the task at hand. “You gonna be a bad boy tonight baby?” “Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes.” Justin face buried in the crook of his elbow as he mumbled incoherently. His ass still pushing against JC’s hand. A sound smack to his bottom brought him back. Or maybe pushed him further. He wasn’t sure anymore. The feel of his ass separated from JC’s hand by a thin layer of icing was too much. He thrust hard against the mattress, crying out for release. “Josh please.” “Begging. Not good baby-boy.” JC made a tsking noise, his hand leaving Justin bottom. Justin cried out again, his ass thrusting in the air, seeking anything. “Down baby.” And the pressure was back. Justin sighed happily as JC’s hand once again smoothed over his bottom. The silence was ended with a scream. A loud scream. From Justin. JC’s finger pushed hard into Justin’s body, stroking the younger man. “You like that? Huh baby? That feels good?” “Is there . . . is that icing on you . . . oh god Josh. Icing. On your finger.” “Yeah baby. Inside you now. Can you feel it sweetheart?” Justin moaned, feeling tears, tears of pleasure fill his eyes. He cried for his aching cock as the finger was removed, but screamed out again, seconds later, almost knocking himself out as his head smacked against headboard. Because that was JC’s tongue. And oh god, JC was rimming him like there was no tomorrow. JC moved his tongue around the smooth pucker, sucking the patch of skin directly beneath it until Justin was reduced to nothing but nerve endings, withering helpless on the bed mattress. Only then did he move back up, teasing Justin’s entrance with a determined tongue. JC’s tongue moved in slow even strokes, cleaning up traces of blue icing marring the flawless skin. Gently he created a circle around the small hole, wetting it sufficiently and moving in. He pushed in, just the tip of his tongue, tasting the sugary icing. “Mmm . . . baby. It tastes even better here.” Justin moaned louder, doing everything he could to keep this feeling from ending. And damn if he wasn’t two seconds away from coming all over their sheet. “More. Please more. More more more.” JC smacked his ass a little harder this time around, leaving a hand print in the blue icing. “What did I say about bad boys that beg Justin?” Justin whimpered his response. All he was capable of doing. And JC’s tongue was back. Pushing in deeper. Fucking him for all that he was worth. Licking the frosting buried deep inside, the pace increasing with each stroke of that magical tongue. JC’s tongue brushed once, twice against Justin prostate, the frosting a wonderful friction in the mix and Justin screamed out his orgasm. Shouting JC’s name along with God’s and have a dozen ‘oh oh’s’ and even more ‘yes’s’. He shuddered, because fuck. JC’s tongue was still moving. Deep. And Justin was too sensitive. Oh God was he too sensitive. He squirmed and wiggled. And wiggled some more. But he felt like he weighed 700 pounds and none of his limbs seemed to want to work correctly and JC’s tongue was still stroking him from the inside. Lapping at the icing that had to be gone soon. Oh god, Justin hoped it would be gone soon. He was going to die. Right here. Right now. With JC’s tongue up his ass. But just like that JC’s tongue was gone. And he was pressing one last, lingering kiss to Justin’s entrance his breath shaky against Justin’s delicate skin. “Oh baby. You’re . . . God. Turn over. Or do you want . . . do you want to be on your stomach?” Justin tried to respond, but it seemed his lips had taken a vacation to ‘over-sexed, happy, teenage boy land’ cause nothing would come out but a high whimper. A sound he really shouldn’t have been able to make this far after puberty. But oh well. And yeah. JC was turning him over. Spreading him out on his back. Like an angel. An angel that had just been tongue-fucked until he couldn’t remember his own name, but an angel none-the-less. JC leaned down, hovering over Justin’s shaking body, letting their breath mingle momentarily before crashing their lips together. Justin moaned again, about the only thing he was capable of doing as JC searched his mouth, allowing him to taste the icing he had so wonderfully put to use earlier. He pulled away, staring into Justin’s eyes, clouded over with tears. “You okay?” Justin managed a shaky nod, trying to lift his arm, for it only to fall back to the bed in an ungraceful manner. “Your tongue is blue.” JC laughed. So hard his cheeks hurt and his side was beginning to ache. Of all the things for Justin to say, that in the least had been unexpected. “Oh baby. It’s blue all right.” Justin smile was weak, muscles straining from over exertion. JC’s hand was skating down his body. Justin, moaned, his smile slipping from his face. JC’s hand was caressing him. Bringing him back to where he was earlier. “Josh?” “What baby?” “Oh . . . oh.” JC moved, lowering himself into the V of Justin’s thighs. “You want me baby?” “So much. Sososomuch.” JC smiled, reaching at the table for the lube. His hand was caught by Justin’s, their fingers twining together. “What sweetheart? Don’t you want me to make love to you?” “Oh God yes. But no lube. No lube.” JC’s eyes darkened slightly. “Justin I’m not gonna hurt you.” “No. No lube. Use the icing. The blue.” JC groaned, watching the blush on Justin’s face as it crept down his body, into his chest. He kept one of his hands locked into Justin’s, while the other scooped up the blue frosting, smearing it against his fingers. “You ready baby?” Justin didn’t even get the chance to nod as he arched, a long finger pushing into his body. Before he could inhale, another finger joined the mix and Justin cried out. “Oh Josh. More.” “Again with the begging baby. What am I gonna do with you?” JC answered his own question, pushing in a third finger and pressing gently against Justin’s prostate. Justin cock twitched, leaking more pre-come onto his already coated stomach. “In me. Now. In me.” “Shh . . . hold on.” JC coated his own cock with a generous amount of the icing, blue at Justin’s wishes and positioned himself at the boy’s entrance. “Are you gonna scream for me?” “Oh God yes.” JC pushed into Justin, hard. All at once. And Justin did scream. Boy did he scream. His muscles tight around JC. The older man didn’t miss a beat. Beginning a hard, steady, rhythm. He leaned back, settling on his knees and drawing Justin’s legs around his waist. The young boy still flat on his back. “I like you this way. Watching you. Watching me in you. God baby. You feel so good.” Justin stared JC’s face. Which never once looked up at him. Instead, JC’s face was down. Staring at their love making. Intensely. Observing their movements. Enraptured. Watching his cock, moving in and out of Justin’s most sacred place. A place no one. No one. Ever got to see. His thrusts were timed to perfection. Justin trying his hardest to meet them, but failing. Instead, mostly withering on the bed. “Josh? Please Josh. Me.” JC’s gaze immediately broke, as he laid down, covering Justin’s body with his own. “Baby.” “Josh.” JC thrust became a little more uncontrolled, as he sucked on Justin’s neck. He’s chin. Capturing his mouth. “I love looking at you like that baby. So hot. You’re so good baby.” JC panted. Out of breath. His words, mere whispers against Justin’s cheek. Justin’s leg wrapped high around JC’s back, grabbing onto anything for control. That control was lost when JC’s hand slipped down to cradle his thigh. Long fingers and a strong palm resting on the underneath, near the curve of his ass holding him up higher. “Josh!!!” He came with a cry, tightening his muscles from inside and grinding down on JC. He desperately wanted JC to ride out this high with him. Clenching, grinding, moving mercilessly against JC’s body. JC came with a quiet ‘baby,’ whispered in Justin’s ear. Bracing himself on his elbows above Justin’s still moving body. “Shh . . . ” JC petted Justin, the boy’s body racked with sobs and tremors from his orgasm. He pulled out, turning on his side, and pulling Justin along. Justin kissed at JC’s chest. Wet, sloppy kisses and slid out of JC’s arms. Lower on the bed. Licking at the older man’s stomach, down the thin trail of hair. “Baby?” “No.” Justin didn’t break stride, sucking on the patch of skin and hair low on JC’s body. With an enthusiastic mouth and an even more fervent tongue, Justin licked up the length of JC’s cock. Moaning at the taste of the icing. Bracing himself by hands and knees, he pushed down, hallowing his cheeks until his nose brushed against pubic hair. He could feel JC hardening in his mouth and moved a hand until it firmly cupped the older man’s balls, intent on making him come. Giving him that pleasure. His tongue moved with expertise, flattening and licking up the underside of JC’s cock, flicking out gently over the head, teasing the slit, before moving back down. His hand rolled gracefully, dragging a moan from JC’s mouth as he created a tight suction with his mouth. Justin skated his other hand up JC’s body. Pulling at an erect nipple, the up and down motion on JC’s cock never ceasing. And he lifted his head. Blue eyes directly on blue eyes. He smiled around JC’s cock. It got the older man every time when Justin did that. Every damn time. He came, pulling Justin’s hair lightly, although his fingers were threaded almost unbearably tight in the curls. His hips thrusting up off the bed. Justin swallowed dutifully, pleased. His face a mask of emotions however. “Baby? Come here.” Justin wiped at his mouth, crawling up JC’s body. Allowing himself to be cradled by those strong arms. “What . . . Justin what was that?” “Didn’t want to mix colors.” JC smiled, pulling Justin’s chin up to press their lips together. “What am I gonna do with you baby?” Justin pulled his chin from JC’s hand, his eyes settling on their feet. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” “I’m sorry.” The tremor was back in Justin’s voice, and JC would bet money that if he looked, Justin’s bottom lip was pulled into him mouth to stop the waiver. “For what honey?” “For decorating your cookies. I really am sorry Josh. I promise I won’t do it again. Ever.” “Oh baby.” “Really. I’m so sorry.” “Just, sweetie look at me.” Justin’s head tilted up and JC smiled. Wiping at the tears barely escaping the big blue eyes. “I didn’t know. Really. I didn’t think it was that big of deal. I thought you’d like them. I decorated them for you.” “Baby. Don’t. I was way too hard on you. I acted like a kid and no. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry too.” “So you forgive me? For frosting your cookies?” “After tonight? Baby, you can frost my cookies anytime you want.”
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