"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. We got in about an hour ago,"
Justin spoke quietly into the phone. "He's
upstairs....no, we're not fighting, JC and I never fight." Until
now, he thought. "He's probably sleeping, you know
how much he loves his naps...ok Mom. I'll
talk to you later....I love you too."
He hung up the phone and trudged into the living room, falling onto the couch
with a heavy thud. He flipped on
the tv to see in anything good was on, and came across a rerun of MMC. He
laughed to himself when he saw JC on the screen. He's
grown up so much since then, Justin thought. We both have.
A voice behind him made him jump. "Timberlake,
can we please watch something else? This is just plain embarrassing."
Justin look up to see JC smiling down at him. "Scoot over, Curly." Justin sat up and gave JC room to sit down. He
grabbed the remote from Justin's hand and turned the tv off. Justin
cocked an eyebrow at JC, confused.
They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity before JC spoke. "I'm
not gay, Justin."
Justin couldn't help but laugh at JC's words.
"What are you laughing at?" JC asked, a frown creasing his forehead.
"No one said you were gay, Josh," Justin chuckled.
"I know. But...I just don't want you to think...well..." He
ran both hands through the messy hair on his head, then
looked over at Justin. "Are
you gay, Justin?"
Justin felt his cheeks flush, and he turned away from JC. When
Justin didn't answer, JC said, "You don't have to answer if you don't want,
J. I understand."
"I don't know, Josh." It
was true. Justin didn't know anymore. He
just knew that being with Josh that night had felt right. "I really don't know."
"Oh...ok." JC fidgeted for
a few minutes, then stood up. "Well, I'm a bit tired so I'm gonna head up
to bed. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok between us."
Justin smiled. "Yeah, C, we're fine. Get some sleep." He
watched as JC walked away. Something inside him wanted to follow him, wanted to
wrap his arms around him and hold him close. But
JC made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything like that happening, so
Justin just let him go.
In his room, JC lay sprawled on his bed, a muddled expression on his face. He
didn't want things to be weird with Justin. But he couldn't help it. Ever
since that night they had fooled around, JC couldn't stop thinking about his
best friend...how soft his lips were, how amazing he looked when he was dancing,
how just a smile from him could brighten JC's whole day.
He didn't want to be mad at Justin. They
hardly ever fought. But now, just looking at Justin caused a gnawing feeling in
the pit of JC's stomach. Justin
suddenly made him nervous, excited...and angry. JC
didn't want to think of Justin as a lover. He didn't want to imagine kissing him, didn't want to think
about how good it felt to have Justin's naked body against his. But
it was all he could think about, and that made him want to kill Justin. JC
simply did not want to be gay.
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Justin woke up still on the couch. His
neck was sore and his legs were asleep. He
heard JC in the kitchen and called out to him.
"Yo Chasez! What's for breakfast?"
He heard JC laugh. "Get out
here and make your own damn breakfast, kid!" he called.
Justin stood up, stretching his aching muscles as he yawned. He
stumbled to the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"Actually, man," JC said, "I thought we'd go shoot some hoops
before breakfast, then grab some food on the way back." JC
looked to Justin for approval of the plan.
"Sounds good to me," Justin replied.
"Ok. Take a shower first though. You stink."
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"He shoots, he scores!" Justin yelled, pumping his fist in the air.
"Yes! I win again!" Sweat
dripping from his brow, Justin peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. JC's
eyes widened at the sight of Justin's wet body. He
blushed furiously and looked away. Justin had seen the look on JC's face, and
decided to tease him a little. "What's the matter, C? You
want somma this?" He walked
smoothly towards JC, looking him directly in the eye as he got closer.
"Come on, J..." JC said softly, looking down. "I
told you...I'm not gay."
Justin let out a low laugh and stopped inches from JC. "You
sure, C?"
JC's eyes wandered from Justin's stomach to his chest, finally resting when he
met his eyes. He took a deep
breath, then looked away again. "Let's
just play some ball, Justin," he said, turning away. "My
ball. Let's go."
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"Man, I kicked your ass today!" Justin said teasingly as JC opened the
door to his mansion.
"Whatever man, I LET you win. Otherwise you'd be whining all day." Justin
smiled; JC was right. JC pulled off
his shirt and tossed it in the corner. "I
gotta go take a shower." He
headed up the stairs, and Justin followed him.
"Want some company?" Justin whispered.
"Shut up, J."
"You sure? It would be
fun...good, clean fun." Justin
was only kidding, but could tell JC was getting nervous.
"Justin. Stop."
"I could wash your back..." he could tell that JC was interested in
where this conversation was going; JC could never hide anything from his best
friend. Justin grabbed his arm and
swung him around, pushing him up against the wall.
"Justin, seriously. Quit," JC said anxiously, his eyes darting from
the ceiling to the floor to the walls, anywhere but Justin's eyes.
This is too easy, Justin thought. He leaned in closer to JC, so close JC
could feel his breath on his neck. "And
I could kiss your neck..." he whispered, his lips brushing JC's shouder. JC
inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.
"Justin..."
"I know, Josh. You're not gay," Justin whispered in his ear. Justin
took Josh's hands and pinned his arms above his head. "Know
what else I could to do you in that shower, Josh?"
"W--what?"
With one hand still holding JC's wrists above his head, Justin took his other
hand and ran it down JC's chest, stopping just below his belly button. His
eyes were still closed.
"Josh," Justin whispered. "Look
at me." JC's eyes opened
slowly, almost painfully.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." Justin was well aware of how hard Josh was, but he didn't want
to make things worse between the two of them by seducing Josh when he didn't
want to be seduced.
JC just looked at him, the same look he'd had in his eyes the night they'd first
kissed, and Justin knew the answer. He
slid his hands inside JC's pants, and JC leaned his head against the wall,
moaning as Justin found his erection.
Justin stroked him lightly, running his thumb over the tip of JC's cock as JC
inhaled another sharp breath.
"Justin..." JC whispered, thrusting his hips forward as Justin
continued to stroke him.
"Do you want me to stop, Josh?" Justin whispered, kissing JC's neck lightly.
JC didn't respond, only tried to get his arms free from Justin's grasp.
"Oh, you want me to let go of your hands, JC?" Justin
said, a coy grin spreading across his face.
JC nodded furiously, his eyes still closed.
"Why, Josh?" Justin
asked. "Open your eyes and tell me why."
JC's eyes fluttered open and Justin continued nibbling on his neck. "I...I
want..."
"What do you want, Josh?" Justin asked, running his mouth over JC's
shoulder, kissing his chest. When
Justin flicked his tongue over his nipple, JC couldn't take it anymore. He ripped from Justin's grasp and the roles were suddenly
reversed. JC had Justin pinned against the wall, their noses touching, JC
breathing heavily.
"I want you, Justin," JC said before devouring Justin's mouth with his
own. He thurst himself against
Justin, who moaned into his mouth in response. JC
kissed Justin's neck, his chest, his stomach, the soft spot just below his belly
button. Taking a deep breath, he tugged at Justin's shorts, allowing
them to fall to the floor. Justin's boxers followed, and JC knelt in front of
his naked friend. He took Justin's
erection in his hand, squeezing lightly as he stroked his best friend. Justin
groaned in pleasure, thrusting himself into JC's hand.
"Fuck, Josh..that feels so good." He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt JC's tongue trace the
length of his cock. "Jesus!"
Justin's ran his hands though JC's
hair as he took Justin's entire
length into his mouth. He rolled
his tongue over Justin's cock and felt his mouth fill with hot, sticky liquid as
Justin came.
Justin slid to the floor, silly grin on his face. "Where did you learn how to do that?" Justin asked
in a raspy voice.
JC just smiled at his naked friend, then stood up and walked to his bedroom.
"Hey!" Justin called. "Where are you going? I'm
not finished with you!" He
followed JC into the room and closed the door behind him.