Just in a daze


“Who’s idea was this again?” Justin whined, slapping a mosquito from his arm.

“It was mine,” Lance said, “And if you’d just stop complaining for one second you might actually have fun.”

“Pff,” Justin snorted, folding his arms across his chest. “Being out in the middle of nowhere, sleeping on the ground, and fighting off hoards of mosquitoes is not my idea of fun.”

JC laughed and shoved Justin playfully. “Aw, come on Juju, it was Lance’s turn to pick what we did. Give him a break.”

“We came here to relax, Jup,” Joey said, leaning back and shielding his eyes from the sun. “No work, just play.”

“Speaking of that,” JC said, “Lance, gimme that damn laptop.” He lunged for Lance, almost grabbing the computer before Lance snatched it away.

“Get OFF the laptop,” Lance warned. “I just have a few more things to do, and then we can get on with the vacation.”

“Uh-uh, Lance, no way,” Joey said. “You said no work, and that goes for all of us, including you.”

“JC, get OFF of me,” Lance said as JC wrestled him to the ground, lap top and all.

“Got it!” JC shouted triumphantly, scrambling to his feet and holding the lap top above his head. He ran to his tent before Lance could get up, burying the lap top under the piles of clothes Justin had insisted on bringing.

Lance sighed in defeat. “Fine. No work. Who’s up for a swim?”

Joey laughed and pointed to the lake. “Look’s like Chris beat us to it.”

Chris was out on the water, bright orange water wings clinging to his arms and hot pink goggles on his face. “Come on guys!” he yelled. “Water’s great!”

“At least someone’s enjoying this,” Justin grumbled, rising to his feet and brushing off the dirt that he just knew was caked to the back of his jeans.

“Aw, come on Justin, just make the most of it,” JC said, winking at Justin as he tugged his shirt over his head. “Last one in is Joey’s dirty underwear!”

“Screw you, Chasez!” Joey laughed, running after the skinny brunette.

“You comin’ in Justin?” Lance asked.

“No.”

“You just gonna sit out here and pout?”

“Yes.”

Lance shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tossed his shirt aside and joined his three friends in the water, leaving Justin alone to wallow.

This sucks, he thought, leaning up against a tree and folding his arms. His eyes traveled to the lake, where JC and Joey were involved in a game of chicken with Lance and Chris. Justin watched JC move, the way the water tricked down his naked back, the way the muscles in his arms and stomach tightened when he grabbed onto Lance and tried to shove him from Chris’s shoulders. The tightening in his groin told him this is not what he should be doing, and he looked away, instead focusing his attention on an ant crawling near his foot.

This sucks, he thought again, sliding to the ground. He picked at the grass, mumbling to himself about how he wished he was back in Orlando where there was something worthwhile to do.

“Justin!”

He groaned and looked up to see his four friends bounding towards him, dripping wet, grins on all their faces.

“Oh, no. Get away from me,” he warned, climbing to his feet and backing away.

“Come on, J, it’s just a little water,” Joey teased, stepping closer.

“Stay back, Joey. Don’t move another inch.”

“Justin, a little water never hurt anyone,” Lance said, inching closer along with JC and Chris.

“Get. Away from me.”

His words went unheard as all four men lunged at him. Joey tossed him over his shoulder and ran towards the lake, laughing as Justin kicked his feet and screamed in protest. “Put me down, you asshole! Now!”

“No way,” JC called, running after them. “Not until you stop pouting and have some fun!”

He felt the cold water touch his feet, and Joey tossed him into the lake, clothes and all.

He came up sputtering, new curls matted to his head, blinking the water from his eyes.

Lance was laughing hysterically, along with Chris and JC. Joey splashed Justin and shot him a grin.

“God damn assholes,” Justin muttered, but he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

“See, now there’s the smile we all know and love,” JC giggled, hurling himself at Justin and dunking him under the water.

“You’re a jerk, JC,” Justin pouted. “You’re supposed to protect me.”

“Aww, is the wittle baby mad at us?” Chris teased, ruffling Justin’s hair.

Justin laughed. “No. But I’m getting out of this water before I freeze my cute little ass off.”

“It is kinda cute, he’s got a point,” JC said, winking at Justin for the second time that day.

Justin blushed and looked away, dragging himself from the water, which wasn’t an easy task with the weight of his jeans pulling him down.

JC watched as Justin trudged up the hill, wet jeans riding low on his hips, showing off the lowest part of his back.

Commando, JC thought, desire pooling in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed hard, watching as Justin bent over to pick up a towel.

“What the hell are you watching, JC?” Chris asked, shaking JC from his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, nothing, guess I was just in a daze for a second.”

“Yeah, uh-huh. JUSTIN a daze,” Chris laughed, proud of his own joke, and he splashed JC playfully.

JC felt his cheeks flush red, and he looked at the water. “Whatever, Chris. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever you say, Jace,” Chris said, swimming off to dunk Joey.

JC shook his head and swam to shore, shaking his wild hair as he climbed up the hill towards his tent. The sun was starting to set, and it was getting cooler.

Time for a blanket and my favorite sweatshirt, he thought, hugging himself.

He climbed into the tent he and Justin were sharing and rummaged through his clothes, trying to find his gray hooded sweatshirt but coming up empty. “I know I brought it,” he mumbled.

“Hey Justin,” he said, peeking out of the tent. “Have you seen my—“

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Justin--on his haunches, trying to build a fire—all wrapped up in JC’s gray hooded sweatshirt.

“Have I seen your what?” Justin asked, frowning in frustration.

“Nevermind,” he said, reaching for a different shirt and tugging it over his head. He slid his wet suit off and climbed out of the tent, unashamed that he was nude below the waist.

He walked over to a nearby tree and slung his suit over a low-hanging branch to dry, unaware of the pair of young eyes watching his every move.

“What the hell are you watching, Justin?” Chris asked, and Justin nearly jumped out of his skin.

“What? Oh, um, nothing, I was just, um, waiting for Josh, and um…” His cheeks were bright red, and Chris laughed.

“Yeah. Waiting for Josh. Right.” He patted the younger man on the head and skipped off to his own tent to change out of his wet clothes.

When Justin looked up, JC was already back in the tent, giving Justin a perfect opportunity to shift the painful erection that he was sporting.

“Having some trouble with that fire there, Jup?” Lance asked, kneeling down next to Justin. “Here, lemme give you a hand.”

Minutes later, a warm fire was raging and Lance was beaming proudly.

“See now, that wasn’t hard was it?”

“Shut up, Mr. Outdoors,” Justin laughed, jumping when he felt JC slide behind him.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Justin swallowed hard and shook his head. “N-no, not at all,” he stammered, closing his eyes as Josh scooted closer.
“Um, Josh?”

“Mm hmm?”

“My ass hurts. Mind if we get a blanket to sit on?”

JC laughed. “I thought you might say that,” he said, reaching behind him before patting Justin’s hip. “Stand up for a sec.”

Justin obeyed, watching as JC smoothed the blanket out, then motioned for Justin to sit back down. He slid behind Justin, his legs on either side of the blond’s, and said, “This better?”

“Much,” Justin said, eyes glued to the fire.

“Ok, everybody!” Joey yelled, plopping down between Lance and Chris. “Who wants a marshmallow?”

“I do! I do!” Chris said, clapping his hands together. Justin rolled his eyes as Chris stuffed his mouth full of the fluffy white things, wondering where in the hell Joey ended up with such an abundant supply of marshmallows anyway.

“You want one, Jup?” Justin shook his head. “Josh?”

“Yeah, sure, toss the bag over here.”

“Here ya go man,” Joey said, sending a bag of marshmallows sailing at Justin’s head, landing against his face with a thud.

“Damn it Joe!” Justin shouted, rubbing his nose. “That fucking hurt!”

“Oh god, Justin, it was MARSHMALLOWS. They’re, like, pillows or something! Stop whining and give the bag to JC.”

Justin pouted and rubbed at his nose again, ignoring Joey, who was already engaged in conversation with Lance and Chris.

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him, and a hot mouth was by his ear. “Are you ok?”

“Um…yeah…I’m fine…”

“Good. Just checking,” JC said, pulling Justin to him, Justin’s back resting against JC’s chest.

Justin relaxed into the touch, leaning his head back on to JC’s shoulder.

“You sure you don’t want a marshmallow?” JC asked softly, waving one in front of Justin’s face. “They’re soft…and sweet…and I bet they taste really good…”

He placed the marshmallow on Justin’s lips and Justin opened his mouth slowly, letting JC feed him the sweet candy. Feeling daring, he licked at JC’s fingers, sucking one into his mouth.

JC’s eyes fluttered closed and Justin’s mouth worked on his fingers. “Justin…”

Justin pulled back, suddenly aware of what he was doing. “Oh god, Josh…I’m sorry, I’m…I just…”

“Shhh,” JC said, nuzzling Justin’s neck. “It’s ok.”

He pressed his lips to Justin’s neck, one hand sliding under Justin’s sweatshirt to touch the warm skin of his stomach. “You wanna go back to the tent?”

Justin nodded, suddenly unable to speak, and he let JC pull him to his feet and lead him to the tent.

Half an hour later, Chris looked up and noticed the two missing. He smiled and shook his head.

“I’m gonna go grab another beer, anyone want one?” Joey asked, rising to his feet.

“Yeah, I’ll have one,” Lance said.

“Me too.”

“All right, be right back.”

“Where did Justin and JC go?” Lance asked, finally realizing that they were gone.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Chris said, smirking.

A moment later, Joey came running back to the camp fire, eyes wide. “Dude, I just walked by that tent and heard moaning! Who’s sexing JC?”

Chris laughed wildly. “Aw, don’t worry, Joe. He’s probably just in a daze.”



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