After nearly scaring JC to death, Justin emerged from the
shadows bare-chested, a sly grin painted on his face.
JC quickly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his erection, grasping for the
blanket.
But before he could cover himself up, he felt the weight of the bed shift as
Justin sat down.
Trembling, JC scooted backwards until his back was pressed against the headboard.
“Where are you going, Josh?” Justin
whispered coyly, now on his knees and crawling towards JC.
“Justin, what are you doing here?” JC choked, barely able to speak.
“I don’t know…I wanted to see if Lance was telling the truth. That
you think about me when you touch yourself.”
JC’s face flushed red and he looked away from Justin, trying to think of
something, anything, to get away from him.
No such luck. Before JC knew what
was happening, Justin pulled JC’s legs so that he was
laying down. He straddled JC’s
hips and held his wrists above his head. Leaning
forward, his mouth near JC’s ear, he whispered, “What were you thinking
about when you were touching yourself, Josh?”
He didn’t answer, simply writhed underneath Justin, trying to escape. Justin
wouldn’t have it. He pressed himself down onto JC roughly. “Don’t move,
JC. I want to know what you were thinking about.”
“Nothing,” JC whispered, fear in his voice.
“Don’t lie to me, Josh. I heard
you moan my name.” Justin moved
his hips slowly, grinding his body in to JC’s. “And
seems to me you’re still hard.” Justin
laughed lightly when JC groaned.
“Justin…stop…”
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you Josh?” he teased.
He released JC’s wrists and ran his hands down JC’s arms, his chest,
stopping at his stomach, fingertips dancing lightly over the soft flesh.
JC closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but Justin touching him. Anything
to make the ache in his groin go away.
But Justin wasn’t making it easy. His
fingers toyed with the waistband of JC’s boxer briefs, and he leaned down and
ran his tongue along JC’s collar bone.
“Why are you doing this, Justin?”
He smiled, traced JC’s jaw line with his finger. “You don’t like it?”
JC wished he could say no, wished he could tell Justin that none of this was
turning him, that he wanted Justin to leave.
But he couldn’t.
“That’s what I thought.” And
he proceeded to tug JC’s boxer briefs down past his ankles, tossing them aside
and laughing dangerously.
“Did I do this to you, JC?” Justin breathed, running a single finger up the
length of JC’s cock.
JC sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, urging the erection to go away.
But when Justin took hold of him and started stroking, there was no way JC could
fight it.
He thrust into Justin’s hand, trying to block out the sound of Justin’s
laugh.
Because Justin was laughing at him. Laughing
because there was no way he could resist this, laughing because he knew he had
complete power of JC.
Tears formed in JC’s blue eyes; he
didn’t want Justin this way. Didn’t
want it to be a game, a joke.
But he couldn’t get away. And fuck if Justin’s hands didn’t feel so damn
good on his cock.
Instinctively, JC reached out for Justin, wanted to touch him, wanted to hold
him.
Justin pulled his hand away from JC’s throbbing cock and glared at him. “Don’t
touch me,” he hissed. “Don’t ever try to touch me. You’re
not good enough to touch me, JC. You
lay there, and you let me have you. And it’ll feel good. But don’t you dare
fucking touch me. I don’t want your hands on me.”
JC cringed inwardly, his heart twisting at the cruel words. “Now
are you going to be good, or do I have to stop?”
JC knew that no matter what he said, Justin was going to continue to humiliate
him, so he just kept quiet and let Justin continue.
Stroking him lightly, Justin once again put his mouth next to JC’s ear. “What
do you want me to do to you, baby? Huh?”
JC swallowed thickly, not responding to the question because he knew Justin was
going to answer it anyway. And he
was right.
Justin’s face was between his legs, his hands easing JC’s thighs apart. He
flicked his tongue out and licked
JC’s balls teasingly as JC squirmed, clenching the covers in his hands.
“You like that, Josh?” He ran
his tongue up the length of JC’s erection, covering just the tip with
his lips, then pulling back. “How
about that?” JC was so close to
climax that he could almost taste it, and he lifted his hips off the bed in a
feeble attempt to get Justin to do what he so desperately wanted him to do.
In an instant, Justin took JC’s entire length in his mouth, sucking and
licking until JC knew he couldn’t take anymore and came hard in Justin’s
throat.
Justin laughed. “Did you like
that? Huh?”
JC kept his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, feeling completely humiliated by
what had just happened.
“Fuck, JC. Did anyone ever tell you that you’re pathetic? You
know I don’t love you, you know you’ll never have me, and yet you still let
me come in here and suck your cock. Pathetic.”
Hot tears streamed down JC’s cheeks, because he knew Justin was right.
“And if you tell anyone about this, JC, I’ll make you sorry. You
can count on that.”
He let out one last cruel laugh before shaking his head and walking out,
slamming the door behind him and leaving a naked, trembling JC alone in the room.