Justin woke up slowly, rolling over on his side to reach for
JC. JC was sitting up, phone stuck
to his ear. Justin reached out and touched the small of his back gently, and JC
looked over his shoulder, smiling lightly before returning to his conversation.
“No…not a good idea…what do you mean, why? You’re the one that left me, Bobbee. It wasn’t the other
way around.”
Justin cringed when he heard JC say her name.
“I gotta go…no, I won’t call you later. It’s over, Bobbee. It’s been over for a while.”
The words caused a smile to form on Justin’s face, and, scooting closer to JC,
he wrapped his arms around the man’s waist, lightly running one finger down
the length of JC's penis. He
kissed JC’s shoulder lightly, and a small moan escaped JC’s
lips. Justin heard Bobbee’s angry
voice at the other end of the phone.
“Are you with another woman?” Bobbee screamed, irate.
JC looked at Justin with smiling eyes and stifled a laugh. “No,
Bobbee, I’m not with another woman.”
A mischievous grin spread across Justin’s face. He pulled himself around so he was stradling JC, their
erections rubbing against one another. He began kissing JC’s neck, and JC
closed his eyes.
“JC! Don’t fucking lie to me! Who
are you with?” Bobbee yelled.
“I’m not with another woman, Bobbee. I
swear to you.”
Justin pushed JC down on the bed and left a trail of kisses from his chest to
his flat belly. JC moaned as Justin
took his entire cock into his mouth, pumping faster as JC thrust his hips
forward.
“Jesus…” JC purred, gripping the sheets with one hand while he continued
to hold the phone with the other.
“JOSHUA! What is going ON?” Bobbee was still screaming in his ear, but JC
couldn’t even hear her anymore. He
threw the phone aside and shuddered in pleasure as he came forcefully in
Justin’s hot mouth.
Justin wiped his mouth and laid his head on JC’s thigh, a smile lingering on
his lips.
"That was an interesting way of getting me to hang up the phone," JC
laughed, running a hand through Justin's curls.
"Interesting, huh? Not amazing,
not incredible, not mind-blowing?" Justin
looked up at JC, feigning a pout.
JC sat up on his elbows and grinned down at his young friend. "Nope.
Just interesting," JC teased.
"Josh!" Justin whined.
"Now my feelings are hurt."
JC reached out and traced Justin's jawline with his finger. "You're
beautiful, you know that?"
Justin blushed and climbed onto the bed next to JC. Resting his head on JC's shoulder and his hand on JC's stomach,
Justin sighed happily.
Kissing Justin lightly, JC asked, "So, J, what do you want to do today?"
"Lay here naked with you." Justin
smiled and kissed JC's shoulder.
"All day long?" JC asked.
"Why not?"
"Justin...come on. Let's go
out and do something." JC
tried to sit up, but Justin wrapped a strong arm
around his waist and pulled him back down.
"No. All I want to do is
you."
"Justin!" JC growled, pushing Justin off of him and squirming away. A
hurt expression crossed Justin's face, and he laid back and closed his eyes.
JC was pacing back and forth, both hands in his hair. "Justin,
I'm sorry."
"For what?" Justin asked,
eyes still closed.
"I didn't mean to get angry...I just..."
Justin sat up, his eyes burning into JC's. "You're just not gay." Justin stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door
behind him.
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Justin stayed in his room all day while JC went out to do who knows what. He
thought about the night before, how JC's tongue had felt on his cock, how good
it felt to kiss him, to taste himself on JC's lips.
Why am I doing this to myself? Justin thought. It's
not like I have feelings for him. We're just fooling around. So
why did I get so angry this morning?
He sighed and sat up on the bed, deciding he needed something to eat. He
dragged his feet all the way to the kitchen and found JC eating his usual
Chinese dinner. JC looked up and offered Justin a smile.
"What's up, J?"
"Nothin," Justin muttered, searching the fridge for anything edible. "What'd
you do today?"
"Wandered around, picked up a few books, worked out...nothing too
exciting." Justin didn't
respond, and JC continued. "I
should've stayed here with you."
"Pfft," Justin spat out. "No, Josh, because that would have meant
that you're gay, and God forbid you might have fun with another guy." Hot
tears pushed up against Justin's eyes, and he tried to blink them away.
JC sighed heavily, stood up, and walked over to Justin. Placing
his hands on his shoulders, he whispered, "Justin." Justin
wouldn't look up, so JC pushed his chin up with a gentle hand. He saw the tears in Justin's eyes and wrapped his arms around
him. "It's ok, Justin."
Justin sobbed on JC's shoulder, his body shaking as he cried. When
his sobs died down, he pulled back and looked into his best friend's sparkling
blue eyes. "Josh...I don't want you to hate me."
"I don't hate you, Justin!" JC exlaimed. "How could I hate you? You're
my best friend! I'm just..."JC couldn't find the right words.
"You're just confused." Justin
looked to JC, and he nodded. "You
don't think I'M confused, Jace? I've
never wanted to fool around with another guy. But then...we did...and
now..." The words trailed off
as Justin slumped to the floor. JC
followed, sitting between Justin's legs and leaning his head back on his
shoulder.
"What are we doing here, Justin?" JC asked, working his fingers between Justin's.
"I wish I knew, Josh. But I know I don't want it to stop."
"Neither do I," JC replied, turning his head to kiss Justin's cheek.
"So what are we doing to tell the guys?"