Breaking the rules


It was a strange thing. A very strange thing, if one actually sat down and thought about it. Justin supposed it started the night two months ago, when he’d stumbled into his hotel room, drunk from a night of partying, and picked up the phone to call JC.

And JC had been out of breath when he answered the phone.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he’d been doing. And for some reason Justin had a hard time understanding, it turned him on. So, in his drunken, horny state of mind, he’d asked JC not to stop.

“What?”

“Don’t stop, C. Keep doing it.”

“Justin, have you lost your mind?”

Justin shrugged off his shirt and slid his pants down past his ankles, kicking them, along with his boxers, aside before getting comfortable on his bed.

“Come on, JC. It’ll be cool.”

“…”

“JC? Are you there?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, I’ll do it too,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around his erection. “Mmmm…”

“Justin, are you—“

“Yes. Do it, JC. Do it with me.”

So JC thought about it and decided there was no harm in it. It wasn’t like he and Justin were in the same room together, or Justin was watching him or anything. It was just two best friends getting off together over the phone.

When JC screamed into his ear, Justin came all over his own stomach. His breathing slowed, and the two sat in silence, JC on one end, Justin on the other, until Justin couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, C…that was hot.”

“Mmm…” JC couldn’t deny that.

“We should do it again sometime.”

To which JC felt he should object. “What? Are you serious? Justin, we can’t just—“

“Why not? It’s not like it’s a big deal. I’m not touching you, you’re not touching me…we’re just on the phone together.”

“Yeah, but—“

“And you sound fuckin’ sexy when you come.”

JC felt himself blush, and since he had to admit that it was a turn on to jack off with Justin on the phone, he agreed.

“Fine, Justin. But there has to be some ground rules.”

“Ok.”

“This isn’t phone sex. No telling me what you’re going to do to me or what you want me to do to you. Got it?”

“Can I tell you what I’m doing to myself?” Justin asked, and JC heard the sly smile in his voice.

“Fine. But other than that, no talking.”

“Ok. What else?”

“It never goes any further than this. Understand? It’s only a phone thing.”

“Well duh, JC,” Justin said, rolling his eyes. What did JC think, that Justin wanted him or something?

“Ok. Well, then…I guess that’s it.”

“Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

Now, two months later, Justin was getting restless. He loved the moans that crept from JC’s throat, the one’s that tickled his ear through the phone. He loved the way JC panted right before he came. He loved listening.

But he wanted to see. And because of the stupid ground rules JC had set up, there was no way it was going to happen.

He sighed in frustration, half tempted to pick up the phone next to his bedside and call JC for a quick session. Then he got an idea.

A slow smile spread across his face, and he leapt from the bed, rummaging through his clothes in search of his cell phone. He sat down on the edge of his bed and dialed JC’s room.

“Hello?”

“Hey, C,” he said huskily.

JC smiled, leaning back to get comfortable. “I wasn’t expecting you to call for at least another hour,” he said, pushing his pants down.

“I can call back if you want.”

“No! No, I was hoping you’d call sooner.”

“So, C, whatcha doin?”

“Mmmm…” JC moaned, hand already stroking his cock. “Touching myself, J…nice and slow.”

Justin felt the familiar stirring between his legs and stood up. “Feel good?”

“God yes.”

“You hard?”

“So hard it almost hurts.”

“Wish I could take care of that for you.”

JC’s hand stopped stroking. His heart stopped beating. His hips stopped bucking. “Justin,” he said warningly.

“I know, I know, no phone sex,” Justin said, sighing. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Shall we continue?”

“Of course.”

Justin took a step toward the door, opening it with a soft click, clenching his eyes shut and hoping JC hadn’t heard it.

When he heard JC moan, he sighed in relief. “Justin,” JC breathed. “Are you…”

“Mmmm…yeah, Jayce,” Justin said quietly, using his best I’m so turned on right now voice.

“Good…” JC panted.

“Slow down, C,” Justin said. “I want this to last.”

He stopped in front of JC’s door and reached in his back pocket for the key card Lance had given him.

JC moaned again, and Justin’s cock twitched in anticipation as he slid the key card into the door. As quietly as he could, he pushed the door open, letting it click shut behind him. He was in.

“JC,” he whispered into the phone. “It feels so good…”

“Mmm…me too, J…”

He could hear JC’s moans in both ears now, and with his free hand he reached down to unbutton his jeans. He nearly hit the floor when he got his first look at JC, naked, legs spread wide, hand moving quickly against the hot, hard flesh between his legs.

“Jesus…” he breathed, swallowing hard. The jeans had to go. Now. “JC?” he whispered. JC still had no clue he was there, and Justin decided it was time to let him in on the secret.

“Hmmm?”

Justin clicked off the phone and watched as JC frowned in confusion, eyes fluttering open, hand stopping.

“Justin?” he said into the phone.

“Yeah.”

JC’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “What the fuck!” He scrambled for the blankets, trying to cover himself up, but Justin grabbed his hands and stopped him.

“No, JC! Please, don’t…”

“Justin, what the hell are you doing here? I thought we agreed—“

“I’m sick of those stupid rules, JC. I can’t take it anymore!”

He released JC’s hands and took a step back, peeling his shirt over his head. “I love listening to you, JC,” he whispered, running his hand down his stomach. “But I need to see you.” He pushed his jeans past his hips and kicked them aside, his erection straining the front of his boxers. He took a step towards JC and ran a finger down JC’s cheek. “Let me see you, JC.”

JC swallowed hard and looked up at Justin, looked at the pure lust in his blue eyes.

“So beautiful, JC…” Justin murmured, walking backwards, away from JC. He sat down in a chair near the bed. “Please…” he pleaded. “Touch yourself for me.”

“Ok, Justin…but you can’t touch yourself.”

“What?” Justin exclaimed. How the hell was he supposed to do that?

“Nope. No touching. If you touch yourself, I’m stopping. Got it?”

Justin nodded wearily, cursing the tingles between his legs.

“Ok.”

Justin watched as JC lay back on the bed, knees raised, and wrapped his hand around his cock. His breath hitched when JC’s legs spread wider, and he moaned when JC’s other hand slipped behind his balls.

His cock throbbed between his legs when JC’s hips bucked, and he wanted to touch himself so bad he could cry.

He watched JC’s thin fingers slide up and down, rubbing at the tiny slit on the head of JC’s cock.

Justin recognized the panting sounds JC was making. The older man was about to come. And Justin watched with wide eyes as JC’s hips bucked one last time, his body shuddering in pleasure.

JC gasped when he felt Justin’s tongue on him, and his eyes flew open to see Justin between his legs, lapping up the hot sticky liquid that covered his cock and belly.

“Justin,” JC whispered.

“Hmmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Tasting you,” Justin whispered back. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the first night you came for me on the phone.”

“I thought we agreed this was just a phone thing?”

“Rules were made to be broken, JC.”

JC laughed and flipped Justin over on his back. “Then we might as well go all the way.”



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