This can’t be healthy, he thought, running both hands through the mess
of hair on his head. Definitely not healthy.
He paced his hotel room, heart beating wildly in his chest, urging his cock to
stop being so damn hard.
He needed to stop thinking about it. Stop remembering it, stop picturing it…stop
wishing he’d been involved in it.
He slid to the floor, his back leaning against the edge of the bed. He leaned
his head back and closed his eyes with a sigh. And there it was again.
Justin. And Britney.
The night before, he’d walked down to Justin’s room. He’d been bored, and
Justin was probably doing something a lot more interesting than he was.
He couldn’t have been more right.
He slid the key card Justin had given him into the door, sliding it open with a
quiet “click.” The room was dimly lit. JC smiled and shook his head. Justin
and his damn candles.
He took a step into the room and his breath caught in his throat. Obviously
Justin hadn’t heard him come in, because JC was sure he wouldn’t be doing
what he was doing right now if he had.
Justin stood naked on the side of the bed, eyes closed, head leaned back just
slightly, pink lips parted just enough so JC could see Justin’s wet tongue
peeking through them.
He dragged his eyes away from Justin to find Britney on her hands and knees,
thrusting her body against Justin’s cock as he pounded her from behind. Sweat
poured from both of their bodies, accentuating every muscular curve, every
hidden crevice.
JC couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. He knew he
shouldn’t be spying, but he couldn’t help it. It was just so god damn sexy.
His hand unconsciously drifted to the growing bulge in his pants, rubbing gently
through the fabric of his sweatpants.
When he heard Justin moan Britney’s name, he had to bite his tongue to keep
from moaning himself.
Justin’s movements suddenly grew more rapid; he grabbed Britney’s hips and
drove into her as she screamed. JC was sweating now, and he didn’t know when
it had happened, but somehow his hand was now down his pants.
“JUSTIN!” Britney cried as she came, her entire body shuddering. One last
thrust and Justin came too, crumbling into a heap on top of his lover.
“Britney…” he whispered. “God, that was amazing.”
Gotta get outta here, JC thought, suddenly panicked. He reached for the door and
opened it as quietly as he could, praying the two wouldn’t hear him.
Luckily, he got out without a hitch, and he leaned against the wall to catch his
breath.
Now here he was, hard just remembering it, and it was driving him crazy.
He crawled up onto his bed, peeling his boxer briefs off as he went, and slipped
under the cool sheets.
Might as well get a good orgasm out of it, he thought, wrapping his hand around
his cock as he closed his eyes to fantasize.
Britney sprawled out on Justin’s bed, clad only in her lacy black underwear.
She giggled when Justin’s nose grazed her nipple, and he grinned up at her.
“So, Jus, whaddya think?” she asked seductively, wiggling her eyebrows.
Justin grinned again, his eyes smoldering. “I think it’s a great idea,” he
growled before crushing his lips against hers, moaning into her perfect mouth.
“And it won’t bother you?”
“Why would it bother me, baby? It’s not like I haven’t thought about
it.”
Britney blushed, a shy smile forming on her lips. “You’ve thought about
it?”
“Hell yeah. All the time. God, the two people I love most in the world…the
two sexiest people I know…fucking? How could I not think about it?” As he
spoke, he slid his hand into Brintey’s panties, running one finger up and down
her wet slit.
“God, Justin…” she moaned, arching her back to meet his touch. “Call
him. Call him now.”
JC was close. So close. He imagined Justin’s lips wrapped around his cock,
imagined Britney’s tongue on his nipples…
And the phone rang. A shrill sound, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He swallowed hard before reaching for the phone; he didn’t want to sound out
of breath.
“Hello?”
“What up, C?”
Fuck. Justin. “Uh, hey Jus, what’s goin’ on?”
“You busy?”
“No…”
“Good.” He could hear the grin in Justin’s voice, and he suddenly felt
nervous. He sat up in bed, itching at the strip of hair on his chin.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Come to my room.” A click, and he was gone.
JC frowned. What the hell was that about?
He shrugged before standing up and rummaging through his drawers. He found his
favorite sweatpants and tugged them on, not bothering with his boxers. It was
just Justin anyway…right?
He was nervous when he reached the door, and he couldn’t figure out why.
Oh yeah, he thought. Maybe it’s because I was jacking of to thoughts of
getting it on with my best friend and his girl.
He knocked on the door and waited, his heart pounding in his throat. The door
swung open, and Justin stood there, wearing only boxers and a grin.
“Come on in, C,” he said, moving out of the way and motioning for JC to
enter.
“So, um…what’s this about, Justin?” JC asked as he stepped into the
room. He immediately noticed that it was dimly light…just like the night
before.
He gulped when he heard the door click shut behind him, and nearly had a heart
attack when he felt Justin’s fingers dance along up his sides, snaking around
to tweak each of JC’s nipples gently.
“This is about you…” he whispered, and JC could feel Justin’s breath on
his ear. “And me…” he whispered into JC’s other ear, pulling him closer
so his bare chest met JC’s bare back. A soft gasp escaped JC’s lips when
Justin whispered, “And Britney.”
“Hey JC,” Britney’s voice lilted through the room. “Over here.”
JC’s eyes made it to the bed, where Britney lay completely nude, one hand
lingering between her legs, the other tracing her breasts.
JC gulped again, and when did it get so god damn hot in here?
Justin’s hands traveled down to JC’s stomach, pressing against the hard abs.
One finger slid beneath JC’s waistband, and Justin’s giggle licked at JC’s
ear.
“We knew you were watching last night, Jace…turned you on, didn’t it?”
When JC didn’t answer, Justin licked the back of his neck, smiling against the
soft skin. “Turned us on, too…so much that we thought we’d ask you so join
us. So what do you say, JC? Wanna have some fun?”
JC could only nod, dumbfounded that the fantasy he had been playing out in his
mind was actually becoming a reality.
“Good.” Justin wasted no time ridding JC of his sweatpants, tossing them
aside along with his own boxers. He turned JC around, licking his lips as his
darkening blue eyes took in every inch of the older man’s naked body. “Damn
you’re sexy, JC.”
“Not so bad yourself, there, Timberlake,” JC growled, suddenly feeling
brave. He grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him in to the room. “Can’t
leave Brit all alone in here now, can we?” He smiled at Justin before wrapping
his arms around Justin’s waist and pulling him against his own body, hissing
as their erections met, moaning as their mouths melded together.
Britney watched in awe as the two men kissed. She was getting wetter by the
second, and she spread her legs further so she could explore herself even
deeper. She groaned softly as she slid one finger in, pushing her head back into
the pillow.
Justin broke the kiss and looked at JC knowingly, nodding at the naked woman
writhing on the bed. “I want you to fuck her, JC. I wanna watch you fuck
her.”
“J, are you su—“
“Now, JC.”
JC nodded. Justin kissed him again before pulling away and seating himself in a
chair across from the bed and wrapping one hand around his throbbing cock.
JC slid his hands up Britney’s body, started at her ankles and worked his way
up, kissing as he went. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and looked up at
her before plunging his tongue deep inside her. She squirmed underneath him,
groaning in pleasure as JC’s tongue dove in and out of her, nearly screamed
when the tip of his tongue hit her most sensitive spot.
“Josh…fuck, Josh…I’m gonna…” And he stopped. He crawled up her body
and kissed her softy, letting him taste herself on his lips.
“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we? Not yet anyway.”
Britney screamed as JC entered her, forcing his way into her tight walls, his
brow creased in concentration.
“God…JC…you’re…so…big…” she panted, wrapping her arms around
JC’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Justin sat in the chair, watching as his best friend fucked his girlfriend. Damn
if it wasn’t turning him on. He pumped his cock faster with each thrust of
JC’s hips, ran his thumb over the tip every time Britney moaned.
“Brit…fuck…I’m gonna…” JC squeezed his eyes shut tight and licked
his lips.
“Stop.”
Justin’s voice. Britney’s eyes popped open and she whimpered when JC stopped
his movements. JC looked over his shoulder at Justin, who was grinning wickedly.
“I wanna be the one to finish you off.” He rose from the chair as JC pulled
out of Britney, who quickly replaced JC’s cock with her fingers.
JC scooted up the bed as Justin got closer. Justin placed his hands on JC’s
legs and spread them apart, lying between them. He slowly traced his tongue up
JC’s hard shaft, grabbing JC’s hips when they bucked forward. “Lay
still,” he commanded, and JC did as he was told. “And touch Britney. Finger
her. Finger her while I’m sucking your cock.”
Britney liked that idea, grabbing JC’s hand and putting his fingers exactly
where she wanted them. “Right there, baby…” she whispered in his ear,
moving his fingers with hers. “Faster…”
“Fuck…” JC breathed when Justin took JC’s entire cock into his mouth,
sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around the head.
“Mmm…” Justin hummed, sending waves of pleasure through JC’s body.
“Jace…” Britney whimpered, writhing underneath his expert fingers.
“Harder, baby…please…” she begged. “I’m so close…”
“Come here…” he breathed, smiling at Britney. He was trying his best not
to thrust into Justin’s mouth, trying to lay still like Justin had told him
to. But it was getting harder and harder with each suck, each lick. And when
Justin ran his finger along the sensitive spot behind JC’s balls, he almost
lost it.
Britney straddled JC’s face, begging him to finish what he had started. He
licked her softly, then began to suck and nibble at her clit until she thought
she was going to explode. “Josh!” she screamed, running her hands through
her hair as she tossed her head back. “I’m gonna…oh god, don’t
stop…Josssshhhh!” He lapped at her slit as she came, tasting her juices,
breathing in her scent.
It was too much for JC to take. Britney on his face, Justin on his cock…too
many sensations at once.
“Come on, Josh…” Justin whispered, licking just the tip of JC’s
throbbing sex. “Come for me, I wanna taste you…”
And that was all it took. Justin swallowed every last drop of the sticky, hot
liquid, licking his lips when he was finished.
JC was panting, Britney was panting…and Justin was grinning. Britney rolled
off of Josh and laid on her back, a small smile on her lips. “Josh…that
was…fuck…”
“Yeah…I know….god, Justin…who taught you to suck dick like that?”
“It’s a gift, I guess,” Justin laughed, crawling onto the bed between the
two.
JC glanced down at Justin’s angry red cock, pressed hard against Justin’s
stomach. He rolled on his side and wrapped his hands around Justin’s sex,
eliciting a moan from deep in Justin’s throat. Britney kissed his neck softly,
nibbled at his ear. “You’re so sexy, baby,” she whispered, biting his
shoulder gently. “But you know what would be even sexier?”
“Hmmm…” was all he could muster.
“For you to fuck JC and let me watch.”
JC felt his cock begin to harden again after hearing those words come out of
Britney’s mouth.
No encouragement was needed for either men. Their lips crushed together
passionately, tongues dancing against each other. JC ran his hand over
Justin’s chest, plucking at his hard nipples.
“Lemme make it easier for you two…” Britney cooed before attaching her
mouth to Justin’s cock, licking up and down, getting it nice and wet, a
perfect lubrication. “Now…” she whispered, leaning back to enjoy the show.
“Fuck.”
Justin rolled on top of JC, their bodies pressing together with slick, sweaty
noises. Justin spread JC’s legs apart with his knees and positioned himself at
JC’s entrance, pushing forward just slightly. He leaned forward and kissed JC
softly behind the ear. “You ok with this?” he whispered.
“Fuck me, already, Justin!”
That was all Justin needed. He thrust into JC hard, groaning, moaning, and
making whatever possible sound he could make.
“So…tight…fuck, JC…”
“Justin…harder…please…” JC begged. Justin pulled out of him, almost
all the way, then drove back in hard and fast, over and over, until neither man
could take it anymore and they both came in a rush of “love yous” and “so
fucking goods”.
Justin laid on top of JC, on arm wrapped snuggly around his waist. He opened his
eyes to look at Britney, who was grinning from ear to ear. He pulled her closer
to them and leaned down and kissed her. Three sighs floated through the room,
soft kisses were shared, and eyelids became heavy.
Snuggling closer to the two men in her bed, Britney smiled. “Whoever said
three’s a crowd doesn’t know what they’re missing.”