Contact
From the blur in front of him, he realized that Justin was there, too.
He observed the way the body next to him rose and fell with each breath, then closed his eyes and wished he could see Justin clearly. Something was still missing. A part of him still felt empty.
“Justin,” he whispered, reaching out to run his fingers down Justin’s side. “Wake up.”
Justin grumbled something in his sleep, bringing his knees up to his stomach, burying his face in his pillow.
“Justin,” JC sang softly, sliding closer to the younger man, resting his hand on Justin’s hip. “Wake up.”
“Sleeping. Go’way,” Justin mumbled, but JC could hear the smile in his voice.
“Wake up,” JC whispered, his mouth close to Justin’s ear.
“If you keep that up,” Justin said as JC licked at his neck, “I’m not going to be the only thing that’s awake.”
JC giggled, continuing to kiss the soft skin behind Justin’s ear. “I’m not complaining.”
Justin rolled over onto his back, away from JC’s mouth, and smiled. He reached up and stroked JC’s cheek, sighing happily.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
“JC?”
“Hmm?”
“I…can you…”
“What is it, Justin?”
“Can you see me?” Justin said softly. “Can you see me yet?”
JC froze, turning away from Justin.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
JC didn’t answer.
“JC?”
Still silent.
“JC, come on, baby. Talk to me.”
“I can’t see you.”
“Why? I thought…I thought last night you said—“
“Jesus, Justin, don’t you get it? I said I can’t see you! Get it through your head!”
Justin winced, curling his body away from JC’s. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, crawling out of the bed. JC felt the weight of the bed shift, and tears pricked his eyes.
He heard the bathroom door click shut, then the rush of water as Justin turned on the shower.
JC sighed, wondering what was missing. He closed his eyes, picturing Justin in the shower, hot water streaming down his hard body.
His groin tingled, and he shifted a bit, his breath quickening.
His eyes snapped open at the realization.
He needed contact.
Physical contact with the man he loved.
He needed to know that this was real, that Justin wasn’t just saying “I love you” to say it.
He threw the covers aside, taking a deep breath on his way to the bathroom, calming himself.
This was the real test.
This would prove if Justin really loved him.
This was it.
He pushed the door open quietly, closing it behind him and stripping out of his pants. He looked up, staring at the blur of Justin’s nude form through the glass of the shower door.
His cock jumped, and he closed his eyes as he slipped into the shower behind Justin.
Justin’s back was to him, his hands in his curls, shampoo running down his neck.
“Justin,” JC whispered, and Justin jumped, hands shaking.
He didn’t turn around.
“Jesus, JC, you scared the hell out of me!”
“Justin,” JC repeated, stepping closer to Justin and placing his hands on Justin’s hip. He leaned down and kissed Justin’s bare shoulder, his left hand traveling downward, caressing the top of Justin’s thigh.
“JC,” Justin said, and JC heard the hesitation in Justin’s voice.
He let his hand continue its journey, dancing closer and closer to its destination.
“I love you,” JC whispered, one hand running up the length of Justin’s soft penis.
Justin shivered, his entire body shaking with each breath he took.
“I love you, Justin,” JC repeated, cupping Justin’s groin.
“JC,” Justin said. “I…fuck JC…I can’t do this.”
Justin pulled away from JC’s arms, leaping out of the shower, grabbing for a towel on his way out.
JC crumbled to the floor, water beating on his head.
Empty.