“Lance?” JC
said softly, nudging Lance’s side. He
hated to wake him, but it was almost 3:00 in the morning and they needed to get
to bed. They’d fallen asleep
watching Star Wars, Lance’s head on JC’s shoulder, fingers laced
together.
JC smiled down at the sleeping man. He
really was beautiful…and sweet…
”Why didn’t I realize it sooner?” JC said aloud, and Lance stirred.
“Realize what sooner?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes sleeping.
JC smiled, planting a kiss on Lance’s head. “How perfect you are for me.”
This brought a smile to the younger man’s face, and he squeezed JC’s hand.
“You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that.”
“Feels good to say it, babe.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“As long as I have…couple hours probably…we should get to bed.”
“Yeah,” Lance said, rising from the couch. JC followed, hand still wrapped in Lance’s.
They walked up the stairs in silence, stopping when they reached JC’s door.
“Lance…I’m really glad you told me how you feel,” JC whispered, leaning
his forehead against Lance’s.
“Me too,” he whispered back, catching JC’s lips in his own and kissing him
tenderly.
“Night, baby.” JC kissed him
one last time before retreating to his room.
Lance was on cloud nine. He floated
back to his room, grin plastered across his face, wondering how on earth he was
going to be able to sleep tonight.
Warm hands running across his bare chest woke JC up, and he smiled lazily, eyes
still closed.
“Lance…what are you doing?” he whispered.
“If I was Lance, I’d tell you. But I’m not.”
JC’s body stiffened, his heart jumping to his throat.
Justin.
His eyes snapped open, and a grinning Justin hovered over him.
“What are you doing, Justin?”
JC tried to sit up, but Justin was sitting on him, hands still caressing his
chest. JC grabbed Justin’s hands
and pushed them away, causing Justin to frown.
“What’s wrong, Jace? Don’t want me anymore?” He licked his tongue across
his lips in a way that JC decided should be illegal, then grabbed JC’s wrists
forcefully and pinned them above his head.
“Justin, come on…quit,” JC said, silently begging his voice not to quiver.
“Don’t you wanna have a little fun, Jace? Huh?” He traced the length of JC’s ear with his tongue; JC
shivered.
“Justin, no…stop…I’m…”
Justin laughed bitterly. “Oh, let
me guess…you’re with Lance now.”
JC didn’t answer, just tried to wriggle his wrists from Justin’s tight grasp.
“I’m not good enough anymore, that it JC? I don’t turn you on anymore?” He ground his hard cock against JC’s, eliciting a groan from
JC’s mouth and an unconscious upward thrust from his hips. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered, running his
finger tip along the length of JC’s erection, smiling wickedly as he snaked
his hand inside JC’s boxers, pumping JC’s cock in his hand.
“Justin…stop…don’t…please…” JC said, bucking his hips forward,
writhing underneath Justin.
And Justin stopped. But only for a
moment, enough time to pull JC’s boxer’s off and toss them to the floor, his
own following soon after.
“No…Justin…stop…”
“You know you want it, JC. Just admit it,” Justin said. “Look
at me, Josh.” When JC didn’t oblige, Justin grabbed him roughly by the chin,
turning his face towards him. “I
said, look at me.” Fear boiled in
JC’s eyes as he looked at the younger man. “That’s
better.” JC’s eyes widened as
Justin began sucking lightly on his own finger…first one, then two…
He removed his fingers from his mouth and traced them down his own chest before
placing them at JC’s entrance, pushing forward slowly.
“No…fuck, Justin…stop…” JC said, squirming, trying to avoid the
inevitable. If only he could get
up. If only Justin wasn’t using
all of his weight to keep him down.
He moaned guiltily as first one, then two of Justin’s fingers slipped inside
him, spreading him open gently.
And when Justin grabbed his own cock in his hand and put it in place of his
fingers, JC used everything he had in him to pull away, to kick Justin off of
him, to run to the corner of the room and hide from him.
Justin growled in anger, his eyes flashing even in the darkness. “JC…you
will pay for this…” His eyes searched the room for the older man, finally
finding him huddled in the corner. “Oh,
is the poor baby scared?” Justin teased wickedly, stalking towards JC, anger
and frustration blazing in his eyes. “I
wanna fuck you, JC. And I always get what I want.”
He pulled JC to his feet roughly, spinning him around and pressing him against
the wall. “If you don’t give me
what I want…” he said. “You know
I can end you. I can end your entire career. And
Lance’s, too…I’m the golden boy, JC…the one everyone
loves…adores…they believe everything I say.” His
breath was hot on JC’s neck as he spoke. “One
little slip of the tongue…and you could be done for…” He
kissed JC’s shoulder softly, snaking one hand around JC’s waist to grab his
cock, stroking lightly.
And JC knew deep down that Justin was right. As much as all of them denied it, Justin had all the power,
all the control over what happened in the group. JC couldn’t lose everything he’d worked so hard for…and
so he let Justin fuck him.
He cried the whole time, silent tears that slid down his cheeks like raindrops
sliding down a window sill…and when he came, his stomach churned. He
hated himself.