“Make sure he doesn’t do anything too strenuous, no
dancing for at least two weeks.”
JC groaned, rolling his eyes at the doctor. “Shut up, C, it’s not like you were that good anyway!”
Chris teased.
“At least I know how to move my hips, Kirkpatrick.”
“Hey, man, that was a low blow,” Chris said, pretending to be hurt.
“Shut up, Chris,” Joey laughed. “Let’s just get Jace home.”
Home, JC thought. Home to
what? To a cold, empty house. Without Lance. With Justin. He shivered
at the last thought, goosebumps crawling up his arms.
“Hey, um…you guys think maybe I could…ya know, um…stay with you for
awhile? Just until I’m all healed
and stuff.”
Chris and Joey looked at each other nervously, then looked back at JC. “Um…well,
ya see Jace, the thing about that is…” Chris blabbered.
“Jace…we got Lance stayin’ with us, man. He’s…well, he’s pretty
upset right now.”
“Yeah, Jace, I’m sure Justin will take good care of you,” Chris said, a
hint of anger in his voice.
“Damn right I will,” Justin said, grinning as he walked into the room.
“What’s up, baby? Ready to go
home?” He planted a kiss on JC’s forehead, and JC pulled away like the kiss
caused him pain. Chris rolled his
eyes, turning away from the two men. He
hated them for doing this to Lance.
Joey saw the fear in JC’s eyes. Frowning,
he asked, “Josh, you okay man?”
“I—“
“He’s fine,” Justin spat, cutting JC off. “He’s just tired, and he
wants to get the hell out of here. Right, JC?”
He said the last words with a sharp jab to JC’s side. JC grimaced, squeezing
his eyes shut.
”Josh?” Joey asked again, concerned about his friend.
“I’m just tired, Joey,” JC said, his voice quivering. “Get
me out of here.”
“I can take it from here, guys,” Justin said, pulling JC to his feet. “We’ll
call you later on, probably not until tomorrow. Josh needs his sleep.”
Justin linked his arm with JC’s and walked them to the door. JC
turned around and shot Joey a
pleading look, his blue eyes clouded with desperation, before disappearing from
the room.
Joey ran a hand down his face, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Somethin’ ain’t right, Chris.”
“Whaddaya mean?” Chris asked, picking at a loose string dangling from his
shirt.
“I don’t know…but I’m gonna find out.”
Justin slid the key into the lock, turning until he heard a click, then pushing
the front door open. Arm still
linked with JC’s, he pulled JC into the house, shutting the door before
standing behind JC and wrapping his arms around JC’s waist.
“God I missed you,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into JC’s neck, biting
gently at the tender skin.
JC craned his neck to get away from Justin’s lips. “Leave me alone, Justin.”
“You don’t really mean that, Josh,” Justin whispered, letting one hand
drop below JC’s waist, brushing over the front of his jeans.
“I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”
When he tried to wriggle free from Justin’s grasp, Justin only held him
tighter, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on JC’s neck.
“You know you brought this upon yourself, right?” Justin whispered, nibbling
softly on JC’s earlobe.
“What!?” JC shouted, unable to believe the words that just came from
Justin’s mouth. He brought this upon himself? How?
What could he have possibly done to
make this happen?
“You’re the one who had the crush.”
“Yeah, Justin, and that’s all it was…a crush,” JC said, turning his head
to pull his ear away from Justin’s mouth. “Then I found out who you really
are.”
“Oh, come on, JC. You can’t honestly tell me that you're in love with
Lance,” he said, saying Lance’s name as if it were something repulsive. “He’s
so…” His hand found the hem of JC’s shirt, sliding underneath the fabric
to rest on JC’s bare stomach. “So not me. I’m
doing you a favor, JC. Getting you
away from him. He’s no good for you.” He
continued to nibble and kiss at JC’s neck, his hand running lightly over
JC’s stomach.
JC’s cock was hardening against his will; he couldn’t let this happen…wouldn’t let this happen.
But Justin’s hands were fumbling with the button on his jeans now, and he felt
himself getting lost in the gentle kisses and soft bites being performed on his
neck.
It was never like this with Justin. Justin
was always rough, always wanted it right here, right now.
Get on your knees, JC.
Fuck me, JC.
Let me fuck you, JC.
And so now, with tender touches being placed all over his body, JC couldn’t
remember where he was or what he was doing. All
he could think about was how good it felt to feel loved again…
He closed his eyes and leaned back against Justin, moaning when Justin’s hand
slipped underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“That’s it, Jace…” Justin cooed. “That’s
it, you know you want me…” He
wrapped his hand around JC’s cock and JC thrust his hips forward, moaning
again. In one swift movement,
Justin slid JC’s jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, exposing JC’s
cock to the cool air in the room. He
knelt down in front of JC, running
his tongue up the length of JC’s erection, licking away the salty liquid that
glistened at the tip. He ran his
hands up JC’s legs, stopping at his hips and pressing his thumbs underneath
JC’s hipbones, holding him steady.
JC got lost in the sucking, the licking, the feeling of teeth scraping lightly
around the head of his cock…
“Uhhh…” he moaned, eyes rolled back in his head. “Lance…god, baby, I
love you…”
And suddenly, the wet, hot feeling was gone, and he almost whimpered at the
loss. He opened his eyes to find Justin standing in front of him, arms crossed
across his chest, jaw clenched, anger burning in his dark blue eyes.
“What did you just call me?” he growled.
JC blinked, bringing himself back to the reality of the situation. Justin,
not Lance, had been the one kneeling in front of him. Justin,
not Lance, had been the one that made him want to scream in pleasure. Justin,
not Lance…
He reached down and pulled his pants up, afraid to look Justin in the eye.
“Answer me,” Justin said, his voice rising.
“Justin…” JC whispered.
“Oh, is THAT what you called me? Because
last time I checked, Justin sounded NOTHING like Lance.”
“I…”
“Don’t fucking do this to me, JC. You
know what I’m capable of.”
“I have to talk to Lance…” JC said quietly, scrubbing his hands through
his hair.
Justin scoffed. “I think I already told him everything he needs to know.”
JC heart clenched. This is what
he’d been afraid of.
Justin took a step closer, running his hand down JC’s cheek. “I
told him everything, baby…about how we’ve been together since the day at the
restaurant…” He kissed JC’s cheek softly. “About
how I’d spend every night in your room when we were on tour…” He kissed
JC’s neck. “How you’d hold me all night long…and tell me it was me
you loved, not him…” He brushed JC’s hair from his eyes. “About how I
just couldn’t take it anymore…I couldn’t let you keep hurting Lance and I,
because it just wasn’t fair.” He
pressed his lips to JC’s, his tongue sliding over JC’s bottom lip. JC’s
eyes were closed, tears welling up behind the lids. “He didn’t take it very well…actually, at first I think
he might have thought I was lying.”
He slid his hands up JC’s shirt, around to his back, running his fingers over
the soft flesh. “But then he saw
the way you kissed me at the hospital, and he knew I was telling the truth.”
Justin was shocked when two strong hands reached between he and JC and shoved
him hard. He stumbled backwards,
looking up to see a very angry JC glaring at him. “You FUCK,” JC spat, hands
clenched at his sides. “How could
you do this to him? What the fuck
did he ever do to you? Huh?”
Justin didn’t answer, just stood and let his anger boil within him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” JC
turned around and reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door,
Justin was behind him, tackling him to the ground.
“Justin…” JC grunted, his face pressed to the floor. “Get the fuck off
of me!”
“I don’t think so, JC. I told
you not to fuck with me. And I told
you I always get what I want. Now
I’m going to prove it to you.” He spread his body over JC’s, pressing all
his weight onto JC’s back. “Like
I said, JC, it’s been too long.”