“No. I don’t like it. Take it back.” “This will be the seventh one I’ve taken back baby.” “But I don’t like it.” “So stop ordering drinks.” “But I can drink here Josh. Legally. So not really legally, but I won’t get in trouble at all. I wanna try something else.” JC sighed, standing up from his beach chair, reaching for Justin’s drink. He leaned down kissing the boy’s cheek forcing a smile. “I’ll be right back sweetheart.” *~*~*~* “I like this one Josh.” “Bout damn time.” “What did you say?” JC looked over, sliding the sunglasses down his nose, “I said, it must be the lime.” Justin smiled, scooting closer to the older man on the blanket. “I didn’t know there was lime in this.” JC only smiled, taking Justin in his arms. *~*~*~* “Baby, why don’t you put more sun screen on? I don’t want you to burn.” “I’m okay. I haven’t even been out here that long.” “I know, but it’s hot and you’re pale. Really pale. I don’t think it’s gonna take much for you to burn.” “I want a tan.” JC turned, slipping Justin’s swim trunks halfway down his bottom. “You’re getting pretty red Just. Let me put some sun screen on you.” “Josh! I’m fine. Stop mother-henning me.” “Fine. Whatever you say.” *~*~*~* “Shhh...I know baby.” Justin whimpered, stretching his arms above his head. “It hurts Josh. Really bad. And I can’t get comfortable.” “I know baby. Just lay still and relax, okay? This will make it feel better.” Justin moaned as the cool gel hit his body. Soft, strong hands rubbing over his back. JC bit his lip, fighting the urge to yell, ‘I told you so.’ “Does that feel better?” Justin smiled into the pillows, moving with the hands moving over his heated back. “Yeah. Just keep doing that.” JC sighed, pouring more aloe vera gel into his hand. *~*~*~* “Josh?” “What baby?” “Can you put some sun screen on me?” “Sure can. Come here.” JC’s eyes widened as Justin stood in front of him, back to chest. Swimtrunks hitting the sand silently. “Justin Randall!” Justin turned, looking over his shoulder, face innocent as his eyes met JC’s. “What?” “Umm..naked baby. You’re naked.” “So. It’s a private beach, right? Just us and the guys you hired. What’s the big deal?” “You’re...nothing. No problems.” Justin flopped stomach down on the blanket grinning ear to ear. “Then lube me up Daddy.” JC laughed, smoothing sun screen on newly tanned, smooth skin. *~*~*~* “Justin be careful.” “I’m sitting in like an inch of water Josh.” “I can see that baby, but the wind is picking up. Those waves are gonna really start coming in.” Justin rolled his eyes, scooping more sand into his bucket. “I think I’ll be all right.” JC forced another smile, mumbling under his breath. “Seventeen year old, naked and building sandcastles. Big. Damn. Baby.” “You say something Josh?” “Love you baby.” Justin grinned, still digging his soon-to-be moat. “Love you too.” *~*~*~* JC wiped the water from Justin’s face with his towel. “You okay?” “All those poor people of Justinville were washed away. It was a massacre.” JC stifled a laugh, remembering the huge wave that smacked Justin right in the face, knocking him over and washing away his sand castle kingdom. He nodded sympathetically, scrubbing Justin’s curls with the towel. “It’s a tragedy.” “I was their king.” JC pulled the towel off Justin’s head and wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. Drowned rat was really more fitting than king. “I know baby. Why don’t we go to our room and get you a shower.” “I don’t think I really need a shower.” *~*~*~*~* JC laid on the bed, hand working his cock as he watched Justin through the staggered glass shower wall. The glass was just blurred enough that he could make out the shape of Justin’s body, and too-big hands slicking soap over baby-smooth skin. The details were obscured, but JC could make out the exact moment Justin bent at the waist. It was all too erotic. He gasped, pushing his head up just enough to watch himself thrust up into his own hand. “Josh?” JC looked over, seeing Justin’s head peeking around the corner at him. “Y..yeah.” “Can you help me?” JC nodded, jumping off the bed and all but running to the bathroom. “I think I’ve got like a gallon of sand up my butt.” JC smacked Justin’s ass, pushing him back into the shower. “Really. You don’t say.” Justin nodded, stepping back under the shower spray. “Yeah. And I thought, like you should do something about it cause that would really suck if you got like a mouthful of sand tonight while you were rimming me.” JC kissed Justin, just to shut him up. *~*~*~* Justin jumped into Joey’s arm, wrapping himself in a bear hug before moving on to Chris, Lance and finally his mother. “Where’s Josh, baby?” Justin smiled, letting his mother kiss his cheek. “I don’t know. He was right behind me. Oh...wait. There he is.” JC gave a weak smile, nodding gratefully as Joey and Lance came over to help him. Joey took on of the big pieces of luggage and two carry-ons, Lance taking the other sizable piece of luggage and another carry-on. Leaving JC with his own bag and Justin’s pillow. “Come on Josh. The limo’s waiting for us.” JC sighed, Justin taking his free hand, leading them to the car. Ten minutes later the car was packed and heading back to JC and Justin’s house. Everyone situated comfortably inside, Justin tucked securely against JC. “That was the bestest vacation mom. It was so much fun, and so relaxing.” “I’m glad baby. How about you Joshua?” Everyone turned to look at JC. Sleeping. Head propped on top of Justin’s, mouth open. “Geez. He’ll sleep anywhere. We didn’t do anything this week at all and he’s still a big, tired, lazy bum.” Justin shook JC’s arm, scooting impossibly closer to him. Joey smiled over at the boy, leaning in to whisper to Chris. “This is why we voted against group vacations, remember?”
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