Part 6


Joey pulled into the precinct lot as Justin peered at his cell phone. The blond turned the small device on and was instantly assailed with messages from JC. Justin dialed his voice mail and waited for the first message.

Beep

“Hey, sugah. I was hoping you could come out to the club tonight. You don’t have to or anything I was just… ya know wondering… if you weren’t working…
Um… okay, bye.”
Justin smiled. The second message played.

Beep

“Hi, it’s me again. About that message before, forget it.” There was a brief pause, “I need you to come, please.” JC’s voice was thick with sorrow. “I just want to see you, will you come. Call me.”

The blond frowned, wondering what had JC so upset. The third message began.

“How many times….” Joey started.

“Shhh.”

“Um…” sniff, “I have to tell you something, but not over the… the phone. Please come by tonight. You haven’t called and I’m leaving now. I just… I jus…t,” he sighed. “You’re probably busy. I understand if you don’t have time for me.” A long pause, “See ya in the morning I guess, night sugah.”

Justin wiped at his eyes after the last message played. He looked toward Joey who was staring out the driver side window. “Hey, you want to go out tonight?”

Joey moved his gaze in Justin’s direction. “You really think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, my baby needs me. I can’t leave him like that.”

“Justin, you’ve got work to do. I think maybe we should stay in and deal with profiling this case. I could call Chris and we could …”

“If you don’t want to go Joey that’s fine. But I am. This job isn’t as important as JC’s happiness and right now he isn’t happy.”

“Fine, we’ll go, but not for too long.”

“As long as it takes, Joey. We may want to take separate cars, though. Why don’t you swing by my place in about an hour and we’ll leave from there.”

“Sounds like a plan, but then after you appease your boyfriend, we need to profile this case.”

“Joey, I already have a pretty good idea, I just need to speak with Chris about it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll talk about it later. I’ve must get ready. See you in an hour or so.” Justin opened his door and climbed out. He turned around shutting the door and sauntered toward his parked car. The blond heard Joey’s car leave as he pulled his keys from his pocket, searching for the right one.

“Hey there fag boy,” Justin jerked at the tone.

“Look,” he sadly began and glared at the voice. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you r shit again today. So get the fuck lost.”

“I…” the confidence in the voice disappeared. “Um…”

“What is it Nick? What do you want? Hmm… Do you want to call me names and beat up my boyfriend again? Do you want to hurt him mentally and physically,” Justin said throwing Nick’s own words in his face.

Nick fidgeted. He was leaning against Justin’s car, hair mussed. “I…I don’t… really know where… where to begin…” Nick looked away, “Sssorry.”

“Come again.”

The younger blond turned his head facing Justin. “I’m sorry for what I said and did to you and your,” Nick visibly shuddered, “your boyfriend.”

Justin looked at the other detective with a quizzical expression. “Wait a minute, did you just apologize. Who put you up to this?”

“No one,” Nick lied.

“Bullshit, and you can take your apology and stick it up your ass.”

“You’ve gotta forgive me,” Nick’s eyes pleaded. “Please.”

“I’ll never forgive you for harming Josh. Never. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Justin pushed Nick aside and unlocked his door. He looked over his shoulder and observed the defeated slouch of Nick’s body. When he turned back toward his car, intent on getting in, he felt Nick grab him.

“You… you don’t understand…”

Nicks words went unheard as a cloudy vision rocked Justin’s brain. Two men, one faceless and leaning against an immovable object and the other was between the first’s legs bobbing his head. This man was blond. Justin pushed Nick to the ground, “You’re sick. Here you are on one hand saying how much you despise gay men and on the other secretly wanting a blow job from me.” He kicked Nick, “You’re sick.” Justin got into his car and quickly slammed the door, starting the ignition. He forced his foot hard on the gas, squealing his tires, desperate to get far a way from Nick. When he looked back into his rearview mirror, making sure Nick wasn’t following, he realized the younger detective hadn’t got up yet, and a looming shadow raining down on him.

**
At 9:30 Joey pulled into Justin’s driveway, shutting off his engine and walking up the path; he ran into Justin. Joey looked up and took in the sight before him. The blond was dressed in tight low riding denim pants with an American flag design running up the legs. A tweed belt hung loosely around his waist in a feeble attempt at keeping the pants in place. Justin’s shirt was a simple white t-shirt with rolled sleeves, hugging his large biceps and accenting his tanned skin. He wore a red bandanna around his head, stifling the wayward curls. Joey took a deep breath, “Anxious, much.”

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you for a while. Do you know where you’re going?” Justin asked as he brushed by the stunned brunette.

“Yes, Justin I know where Lou’s is.” He paused, “Justin you do know that you’ve got a boyfriend right?”

“Hmm… yeah of course I know. Don’t be silly, how could I forget? Really.” The blond rolled his eyes.

“I was just wondering, cuz if your pants were any lower, I’d be getting a pretty good look at the goods.”

Justin smiled, “I know that’s the point. I love teasing JC, and what better way then with a hint of what I’ve got. You know, its far more fun than being completely naked. It leaves more to the imagination.”

“JC will be naked.”

Justin’s expression became starry eyed. “Okay I stand corrected. JC naked is far more fun. I’m getting hard just thinking about his long lean muscular body.” Justin unconsciously licked his lips, “And if you keep talking I’m gonna miss it.” Justin opened his door; “I’ll see you there in about ten minutes then.” Justin quickly jumped into his car, pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street, followed closely by Joey.

Justin and Joey parked a short distance from the large barn like structure; they arrived shortly after, 9:45. There was a long line of customers streaming from the front door. Justin casually walked pass the entire line, eyes staring hungrily, and greeted the bouncer.

“Hey Wes.”

“Justin, it’s been awhile. You’re looking mighty scrumptious. Does JC know you’re out and about dressed like that?”

Justin laughed. He placed a hand on Wes’s arm. “Yeah, right,” he answered sarcastically. “I would’ve never made it out of the house. We’d still be fucking.”

Wes huffed, “No doubt. What the hell happened to your face? Did you and JC get into it or something?”

“No, nothing like that and it really is a long story. I’ll catch up to you later and learn ya,” the blond smiled.

Wes laughed. “Whatever.” He nodded his head toward Joey, “This boy with you?” He looked in Joey’s eyes, “You here to watch JC dance?”

“Of course he is,” Justin answered. “Come on Joey.” The two walked past Wes and into the club.


**
Inside, Lou’s was packed with both males and females. On stage was a long legged blond haired female who was dancing to ‘Dirty’. Justin only glanced at the dancer, thanking silently that he hadn’t missed his beloved. The blond immediately brushed his way through the crowd, heading toward a bar located on the left hand side of the large spacious area. Joey followed closely behind his friend darting his eyes around the room and taking in all the details. When the stopped, Justin was pressed hard against the bar a drink already in his hand.

“Hey, how’d you get that so quickly?"

“Are you kiddin me?” Justin asked staring hard at the brunette.

A deep voice replied, “Wes, called ahead and told me to have his drink ready for him when he arrived.” Joey looked up, breath stolen from his chest. “What can I get you?”

“Um… um…”

Justin nudged his ribs, “My gosh Joey could you be more obvious.”

“I I don’t think so. Who is he?”

“You could ask me,” the bartender answered. Justin smiled. “I think I missed what you ordered.”

“I’ll have a Bud Light.”

“Okay, one Bud Light coming up, and the name’s Lance.”

Joey nodded his head, “Joey.”

“I’ll be right back with that.” Lance walked down toward the other end of the bar. Joey leaned slightly to one side admiring the way Lance moved.

“Please, tell me that man is gay. Cuz damn.”

“Joey,” Justin spoke loudly, “he’s gay.”

“How do you know that?”

“Are you serious man? JC has been working here for a while. Lance is his best friend.”

“Sweet.”

“Joey?”

“Yeah.”

Justin smirked, “Who talks like that?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Lance made his way back over and placed an open beer in front of Joey.

Justin began casually looking around the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend. When he didn’t see him, he leaned over the bar, pulling Lance close. “Where is he?”

“Justin, he’s pretty upset. He called me earlier in the day when he couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“What’s wrong? Did he say?”

“I think he wants to tell you his self. It’s been bothering him all day.”

“Hmm… I wonder what it is?”

“He’ll tell you later I’m sure, cuz he really wanted to tell you this afternoon, but he couldn’t reach you.”

“I know, he left a few messages on my voice mail.”

“I can tell you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re in for a surprise.”

As Lance finished his statement, the house lights dimmed and the crowd quieted. The spot light focused the large groups’ attention toward center stage. There on stage leaning against a pole positioned just left of center was a lean shadowy man. As one’s eyes took in the sight gasps were heard. Justin lifted his gaze toward the man, seemingly drawn to him. The blond stared diffusing the sight into his mind. The man’s golden tresses were just above shoulder length, face hidden within. Candlelight loose fitting shirt unbuttoned revealing a small patch of curling dark hair, flowed into long slender legs and tight firm ass, accented by the forming fitting slacks. As Justin continued admiring the man, he noticed the new dancer wasn’t wearing shoes. He looked closer, squinting. Justin smiled as he recognized the graceful arch of the feet and the delicate toes of the dancer. JC, he thought.

JC looked up as his music was cued and sang into his mouthpiece, eyes searching the crowd for Justin. The brunette began singing in a clear powerful voice, “If you’re not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today?” The house remained silent as the words JC sang stirred their souls. Justin was pulled toward the stage by the magnetic lure of JC’s voice. It was a voice Justin had never heard before, but one that he will remember for the rest of his life. “If you’re not the one,” JC reached his hand out toward Justin, “then why does my hand fit yours this way," the brunette closed his hand envisioning Justin’s entwined with it. Bring back into his body, “If you are not mine," JC ran his slender fingers over his thighs, “then why does your heart return my call,” and then up over his heart. “If you are not mine,” the hand now smoothing over his long neck and into his hair, “Would I have the strength to stand at all?” The entrancing voice wavered as hardened steel eyes focused on one man, Justin. Their eyes meeting again enticing Justin further until his hard body was flush against the stage, all eyes watching. However, no one else existed it was just JC and Justin, the moment was theirs.

JC’s words moved everyone, man or woman it mattered not; all were mesmerized by the soulful voice; feeling, living the emotion. His words spoke only the truth, “I’ll never know what the future brings, but I know you’re here with me now.” JC rolled his lean body off the pole and gracefully moved to the edge of the stage directly in front of his lover. “We’ll make it through. And I hope,” JC dropped to his knees; cupping Justin’s face, “you are the one I share my life with.”

Moving his hands from Justin onto his bent knees and up his strong thighs, “I don’t want to run away,” shaking his head softly; eyes closed. JC grabbed is head suddenly; still shaking, “But I can’t take it, I don’t understand.” His eyes opened; head tilted, and sadly peered into hypnotic azure blue ones, “If I’m not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am?" He slid his body back, bracing his weight on his arms, “Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?” until he was flat on his stomach. Justin was captivated; lips slightly parted, body hot.

JC rolled onto his back and tilted his head catching Justin image, arching his body, “If I don’t need you. Then why am I crying on my bed?” The brunette again memorized his self by touch, running his hands up his neck and under his chin. “If I don’t need you, then why does your name resound in my head?” JC righted himself and pushed his ass in the air while turning his head shyly away from Justin’s gaze, “If you’re not for me,” he pushed himself forward mere inches from Justin, “then why does this distance maim my life?" He slid his legs underneath his body, “If you’re not for me, then why do I dream of you as my life?" JC pushed against Justin’s chest; moving him away from the stage, “I don’t know why you’re so far away.” The brunette swung his legs over the side, “But I know that this much is true.” Justin stood speechless; body trembling at the words JC sang. “And I hope you are the one I share my life with,” JC coyly offered his hand toward Justin, whom grasped it eagerly. “And I wish that you could be,” Justin settled his body between his lover’s spread legs, “the one I die with.” The brunette cupped the younger man’s face, “And I pray that you’re the one I build my home with.” JC pulled Justin closer lips separated only by the microphone, “I hope I love you all my life.”

Still hanging onto Justin’s face, fingers caressing his heated flesh, he leaned closer, singing into Justin’s lips. “I don’t want to run away, but I can’t take it I don’t understand.” He leaned back and tilted his head; Justin still staring, “If I’m not made for you," JC removed his hold and grasped his shirt over his heart, “then why does my heart tell me that I am?" His arms fell to his sides; head turning breaking their eye contact; wrenching Justin’s heart, “Is there any way that I could stay in your arms.”
Justin reached for JC capturing a hand and placing it on his chest. “’Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong,” the brunette ran his hand down Justin’s chest, “that it takes my breath away.” JC’s elegant fingers of his other hand grasped Justin neck pulling him tight against his own body, “and I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today.” JC pulled away gazing adoringly into Justin’s soul, “’Cause I love you whether it’s wrong or right and through I can’t be with you tonight,” JC kissed Justin’s forehead, “You know my heart is by your side.”

JC agonizingly moved his body, his touch, away from Justin, “I don’t want to run away,” crawling back toward center stage, “But I can’t take it I don’t understand.” He slowly slid his body forward arm stretched out in front of him and laid on the ground. “If I’m not make for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?" JC closed his eyes as he finished the last line of his song, “Is there any way that I could stay in your arms…?”
Justin stood at the edge of the stage unable to move. He lifted his hand to his face still feeling his lover’s touch. He felt an annoyingly firm grip at his elbow and drawing him away from his lover. “Come on, Space Boy. Let’s go find a seat.” Joey guided Justin toward an empty table nestled close to the stage. “Funny how this table is reserved, don’t you think.”

“Hmm…?”

“The table… never mind.”

Before they were seated, the lights went out and JC quickly got up from his prone finishing position and readied himself for his next routine; wiping his eyes. When the stage lights came back on, JC was standing at center stage; head down, sunglasses on. As the music changed suddenly from the slow sweet rhythm of JC’s song to a harder edgier beat; JC’s head snapped up and his routine began.

Justin was already hard from JC’s heart felt song. Now he groin was even tighter with just the simple idea that JC would soon be dancing partially naked in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to make it through entire set without jumping his boyfriend. Joey walked up to Justin and placed his hand once more on the younger man’s shoulder. The blond turned his head slightly never taking his eyes off his lover and said; “Now the show really begins. Hang on.”

JC started out by walking sinuously toward the end of the stage as the lights flickered through a barrage of colors, he looked at everyone with wanton eyes over the top of the dark glasses. He kept the rhythm with slow dips of his shoulders and snapping his fingers to the beat of the song. When the words began he spun around and rolled his hips in sharp circles, arms flexed above his head (I could be James Dean of the Music scene). His hands then moved down his covered chest and to the bottom button of his shirt (I could be a big star like that man called Queen). As his hips continued rolling with the beat changing between swivels and thrusts, (I could have fly moves, be a dance floor dream) he maintained a steady cadence for revealing tawny colored skin. (But if she can’t seem to notice me) JC dipped one shoulder allowing the silk shirt to fall off and bare the perfectly formed shoulder and bicep (Then what’s it worth now). He turned his body around showing his round tight ass, shaking it for the crowd to appreciate. (Music interlude) The shirt fell to the ground and the noise level in the club tripled. The brunette moved toward the pole near the left side of the stage where Justin and Joey were. As the words began again, (Could have my teeth flashing a Brad Pitt smile) he grabbed high on the immovable object and wrapped a slender leg around the steel prop (Be wearing Versace ‘cause that’s my style) using his momentum to spin his self around. When his body hit the floor he forced his hips against the cold steel, riding it (Could have my hair cut by the extra mile). JC stood up and walked in front of the pole. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and flung the tear a ways forward, (But if she can’t make it worth my while) popping every button revealing his long muscular legs and tight tawny ass (Then what’s the point now) dropping them to the stage. (I wanna know if you’re busy) Again the noise in the club increased as JC continued his dance (I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight) in his g-string that was baby blue, causing Justin to smile. The brunette looked down at his lover (I wanna know if you missed me), while both of JC’s hands were lying next to his covered phallus (I wanna know baby, I wanna know) making it pronounced as he continued working his body with the music.

Joey, during the performance, leaned over and whispered into Justin’s ear, “He isn’t hard. I thought they wore something to keep them up.” (I wanna know)

“He will. It’s part of his act. He gets off on dancing in front of people. Just give him a second, you can’t miss it.”

(I wish that I could kiss) JC was on his knees, legs wide apart, (your lips the way that I) bracing his weight with one arm slightly behind him, (I want to baby) as the other was high above his head. (I wish that I could be your man) The brunette’s hips were undulating in quick sharp movements. (I wish that you could be my lady) JC ran his hand through his hair and finally took his glasses off.

By the middle of his routine JC’s body was on fire, cock erect. He was reigning in the attention of every man and woman inside Lou’s but he was dancing for Justin. (I could be Sly Stone of the Family Crew) His body was oiled and sweat covered as he provocatively thrust his hips forward on every up beat. His hands were moving unconsciously up and down his lean and glistening body, (I could be big Bad Daddy Warbucks) stimulating it as his body swayed with the music (And love you too). The brunette slid them over his abs (I could be knocked senseless by what you do) and his hardened nipples drawing circles around each of them (but if its pain that you put me through); lips pursed from the sensation. JC slowly tantalizingly moved one hand up smoothing it over his neck; (it isn’t love now) fingers spread wide. (I made up my own darn mind) He then ghosted those same fingers over his lips; (I’m getting no love after all this time) eyes closed as the music enraptured his soul. (I’m gonna make music) The other hand travel downward as it caressed and teased the inside of his strong muscular thigh, (till my brain is fried) moving precariously close to his clothed erection but never touching it. (Because you can’t see the man inside, it ain’t enough now)

(I wanna know if you’re busy)
At the start of the next stanza the brunette dropped to his knees, (I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight) still undulating his hips and flooding his body with pleasure. His eyes opened, (I wanna know if you missed me) half hooded fixed on Justin, (I wanna know baby) as he dropped to his hands and crawled forward; (I wanna know) shoulders dipping, body rolling with the beat, (I wanna know) toward the crowd of men and women surrounding the stage (I wanna know if you’re busy). He maneuvered his sensuous body up against one of the poles, placing the cold metal between his ass cheeks. (I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight) He bent down and touched the floor rubbing his ass against the pole; staring provocatively at Justin (I wanna know if you missed me), worrying his bottom lip. (I want to know, baby) He crawled forward and rolled his cock into the floor to the beat, fucking it (I wanna know).

As he approached the edge he leaned backward (I wish that I could kiss your lips) once again thrusting his barely covered body and straining cock (the way that I, I want to baby) toward the crowd, enticing them. (I wish that I could be your man) rubbing his hand across his crotch, grabbing his hardened erection (I wish you could be my lady) in front of Justin’s hungry eyes.

(Music interlude and two stands of the chorus) JC tauntingly moved toward the other side of the stage, working his body hard; sweet dripping. He positioned his body close enough so the men and women could put their money in his g-string. The brunette turned his body around and wiggled his ass, crawling toward Justin.

The last bridge he saved for his lover, who now stood in front of him with money. The brunette wantonly rubbed his covered cock up against Justin’s chest, arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck. Justin lowered JC’s g-string teasing the crowd with the simple idea of a glimpse of perfection, but giving himself a full view of his boyfriends throbbing erection, placing the money inside. Justin stroked the harnessed phallus twice as the brunette pushed his hard on into Justin’s touch; head back. The blond then smoothed his hand up JC’s taut sweaty stomach as the older man fell backward, knees apart panting, the end of the routine.

Justin reached forward and grabbed one of JC’s hands and hauled him up against his heaving chest. He moved his hands into the highlighted tresses, grasping it tightly and stared into JC’s hazed eyes. “My God,” were the only words Justin could form as he brought their lips together, feeding his hunger. Instantly, the dancer’s arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck, deepening their kiss; drinking from Justin’s soul. Catcalls rippled through the club and JC broke the kiss, looking away bashfully. The smaller man moved away from Justin collecting the money that had been thrown on the stage. He peered over his shoulder in time to observe Justin thanking him; he winked.

Justin stood for a moment gradually gaining control of his body. He adjusted his erection before slowly making his way back toward the secluded bar on the side of the room, grinning. He brushed passed the other patrons, some of which patted him on the back, others still sending out catcalls, embarrassing the blond detective. Joey had already made his way back and was laughing at words Lance had spoken to him. The young blond nestled his way beside his partner and unconsciously interrupted their conversation.

“Wow,” Justin said in a loud over anxious voice. “Fucking hot, don’t you two think? Wow, JC looked awesome. I didn’t realize how much I missed watching him dance.”

“Yeah, and from the looks of things,” Joey smiled, “so did lil’ Justin.”

“No, kidding,” Justin laughed and adjusted once more. “I should’ve thought about that before getting dressed.”

Lance smiled, “Yeah, I was going to say the same thing.”

Justin and Joey both stared at Lance. “What?” they said at once.

The blond bartender closed his eyes and shook his head, opening them up slowly; “Not that, I mean about JC.” He chuckled, “Jesus, guys.” Lance ran one hand through his short hair, face red. He busied himself with fixing Justin another drink; “He was totally excited when Lou said he could sing tonight.” The bartender handed Justin his drink. “Lou wasn’t sure how it would go, but he eventually relented. JC can get anyone to do what he wants. You of all people should know how that goes. He’s got everyone in here eating out of his hands.”

Joey noticed a man standing next to him making an unpleasant sound at Lance’s comment. The man had his body turned away from them, but evidently was listening to their conversation intensely. Joey stepped away from the bar a bit watching the individual; interest perked, while Lance and Justin continued their conversation.

“Ain’t that the truth?” Justin sipped his drink and turned toward the stage again, leaning casually against the bar. “When is he coming back out here?”

“Shouldn’t be to long. He only has to put on some pants.” Lance looked down at his watch. “He better hurry up though. We’ve got a bar routine to do.”

“Get out,” Joey said wide-eyed forgetting about the man. “Like Coyote Ugly?”

Lance grinned, “Better.” Joey’s cock jumped at the sight.

“Sweet.”

The bartender tilted his head, looking past Justin. “Hey, here he co….”

Justin pushed his lean body off the bar when his eyes found JC wondering through he crowd. Joey turned to look at what captivated his friend’s attention, smiling when he realized Justin had spotted JC.

JC was wearing only a black unbuttoned vest and sheer pants. As the blonde’s eyes took in the breath taking sight, his gaze traveling down his boyfriend’s sun ripened skin. He smiled when his eyes observed the large tent in the front of JC’s skintight black pants; he licked his lips. He paused when he noticed the many hands reaching out and touching his lover; groping him, fondling him; he frowned. JC smiled at the patrons, stopping a couple of times to speak with different people, whom Justin assumed were regulars, until a larger man rudely bumped into him. Justin watched as his boyfriend’s mouth gaped open and eyes closed tightly; the tall individual had accosted JC, grabbing his erection and initiating a gasp. Justin moved quickly, however, before he could make it to his boyfriend, a bouncer had already wrenched the man’s wrist free, causing him to let go. JC covered his arousal; head turned looking down at the ground, cheeks flushed pink. The large black man escorted the assailant out of the establishment while Justin continued in the direction of JC. When JC observed Justin coming toward him he casually quickly walked forward meeting him halfway.

“Justin,” JC gushed eyes slightly watery; head immediately in the blonde’s chest, ashamed of what just happened.

“Baby.” They embraced in the center of the club for a moment, Justin’s hands instantaneously running through the soft tresses. The blond bent JC’s head back, gently and kissed the dancer’s forehand. After their sentimental meeting, Justin allowed JC to lead him back toward the bar, holding hands. As they continued their slow pace toward Joey and Lance, the blond leaned into JC, nuzzling the golden hair, whispering, “Are you okay? I saw that man grab you. Did you know him?” Justin’s mind clouded with a hundred questions. JC nodded his head and moved closer against Justin, brushing their bodies together. “Hey,” Justin spoke softly grabbing JC’s chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “Has that ever happened before?”

“No,” his eyes were glassy and unfocused, yet no tear fell. “I was scared,” JC confessed, “so scared. I didn’t know what the guy wanted.” They reached the bar.

“Did he say anything to you?” they turned and faced each other; voices low.

“Just told me that I should make up my mind and that I should stop hogging everyone’s attention,” he shrugged. “I’ve no idea what he was talking about.”

When Joey heard the soft words spoken by JC he turned around; locating the mysterious man, but the man had disappeared without Joey realizing it. This oddity perked Joey’s interest, “Hey, Lance.”

“You need another beer, Joey?”

“No, um… did you know that guy who was standing right next to us?” Joey placed the mouth of his bottle on his thick lips taking a large drink from it.

Lance shook his head, eyes fixed on Joey’s lips, “No. I don’t know him personally, but he does show up here every now and then.”

“What’s he like?”

“Just normally sits there and watches the dancers. His a pretty big tipper.”

Joey nodded. He tipped the bottle back and realized his bottle was now empty. “Hey, how about that beer.”

“Sure thing.” Joey sat down on the stool that had since been vacated. He waited patiently for Lance’s return with his beverage while watching Justin and JC interact. Justin was leaning against the bar, hips forward, back to JC. The older man had his arms wrapped around Justin’s toned body, hands flat around Justin’s groin. JC pulled the blonde’s hips back, securing them against his body; his chest flush against Justin’s back, the blond moaned when he felt the stiff arousal of his lover press into his ass. The brunette nibbled on Justin’s ear and brushed wispy kisses along the strong jaw line. JC moved his hands up and down the muscular thighs and crossed Justin’s lean stomach; following the soft tantalizing exposed love trail back down again, still forcing the two bodies tight against each other.

Lance handed Joey his beer and paused for a moment staring at Justin whose eyes were closed, mouth partly opened, head tilted, and JC who seemed to be soaking up the feel of his boyfriend’s body, feeding his intense need for his lover. JC wanted Justin; both Joey and Lance could read it in the dancer’s lust filled eyes.

Justin turned his head and nuzzled his nose into JC’s temple, breathing in the scent of his lover and then kissing it. The blond licked down the side of JC’s face at an awkward angle and lapped the outer ear. He nipped the lobe and whispered in a erotic tone, “You rub your hard on against me one more time and I’m gonna fuck you right here on this bar, in front of Lance, Joey and everyone else in this room.” Justin felt JC’s body tremble in excitement and he instantly felt his already tight groin twitch. The simple idea that JC was ready to make love right then and there, turned him on immensely.

JC maneuvered his body to Justin’s side, still touching the blond with his erection, eliciting a small mewl from Justin. He pressed his body fully against Justin’s side and wiggled his arousal hard on the blonde’s hip. “Justin?” the brunette moaned. “Who fucking dressed you? You look so fucking hot, sugah, I just wanta get it on right now.”

“JC, baby.” Justin breathed, twisting, rubbing his hip deeper, harder. “You want it,” his eyes sparkled, “don’t you?”

“Ummm… hmmm,” JC’s heated voice whimpered.

The two lovers were interrupted when a person next to them cleared his throat. “Hey, you two, you’re in public.” Joey chuckled keeping his attention away from their heated bodies.

Joey felt someone hit his arm and looked in the direction of the abuse, “Hey yourself,” a deep voice accused, “why’d you stop them, I was watching that.” Lance smiled and began removing items off of the surface of the bar. “It’s like watching porn only it’s free and you had to go and stop them, sheesh.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Joey smirked, mirth in his voice. “You like watching?”

“When it two hot people going at it and time permits,” the bartender again smiled.

Joey laughed and took a drink from his beer, eyes still on his aroused friend and his lover’s humming body, when the house lights dimmed once more. The waiting staff, dancers and bartenders all maneuvered themselves up on top of the nearest counter.

“Well, Joey. This is what you’ve been waiting for,” Lance’s deep voice teased.

A blaring beat of an electronica song began thumping throughout the room and the men and women of Lou’s started their dance. Joey observed that the dance wasn’t synchronized, it didn’t need to be; each moved freely with the beat. He noticed it only took a brief moment before the dancers recognized each other’s pattern of movement, complimenting one another. When JC and Lance jumped up onto their bar, it startled the gazing brunette. Lance winked at him as their dance partners, two women, greeted his self and JC on the bar.

Joey recognized the first woman as the long legged blond from the first routine he and Justin witnessed as they came into Lou’s. She now had her arms wrapped around Lance’s waist, lithe body pressed firmly along the blonde’s back. The second was a wild red head, who had beautiful green eyes. The four of them rubbed their bodies hard against each other, ignoring the innocence of the rest of the employees’ routine. They were getting down and dirty touching each other, arousing each other, right in front of Justin and his self.

Justin’s eyes shimmered and the corners of his mouth turned down as he stared at JC and the red head whom was riding his thigh and Lance who was now behind him rubbing his newly formed erection into JC’s cloth covered ass. When JC reached around and grabbed Lance’s thigh forcing him closer, Justin’s expression turned concerned and he looked away. He glanced back in time to observe the red head placing her hands on JC’s bare chest, rubbing his erect nipples; JC’s full lips parted and he slowly ran his tongue over them invitingly.

Joey nudged him, “Are you gonna put up with that?”

“What?” Justin yelled over the music, eyes still fixed on the group.

“Come on Justin, get your fine ass up there and dance up on JC.” Joey smiled, “You know he wants you to.”

Justin turned his head slightly in Joey’s direction, “You think I should?”

“No Justin that’s just why I suggested it to you. Jesus, for a detective you’re pretty dense.”

“Shut up Joey.” As Justin finished his sentence he felt a soft pressure on his shoulder, and he turned his gaze once again toward the dancers. The touch belonged to the red headed woman. She offered Justin her hand and he gladly accepted it; climbing up onto the bar, taking her place in front of JC.

The brunette didn’t notice the change in partners until he felt the full weight of Justin’s body against his own, the hard erection piercing his hip and grazing his thigh and his lover’s hot breath and luxurious lips caressing his tilted and exposed neck. Lance stilled his body and moved his chest back allowing a little more room for Justin and his intentions for pleasing JC’s body. The bartender smiled down at Joey and the younger brunette nodded.

When JC opened his eyes the steel blue of them penetrated Justin’s as the exotic dancer removed his hands from Lance’s thigh and quickly used them to control Justin’s twisting and thrusting motions that were assailing his body; shooting painfully erotic sensations through his body, his arousal. He changed the blonde’s hard abrupt and anxious movements into ones of seductive teasing and pure erotica, making each distinct action one of intense pleasure for both. JC rested his forehead on Justin’s shoulder as the blond continued his assault on his neck and ear, and his body was flooded with intense need.

JC’s legs became weak and trembled at the sensations Justin was burning into his body. The unyielding friction Justin’s strong thigh was administering to JC’s arousal was luring droplets of cum from his hardened cock; soaking the front of JC’s sheer black pants. The brunette’s moan was covered by the loud bass of the music in the background, but the music went unheard by the older man, allowing only his reactions to Justin’s body inspire his motions. JC opened his mouth wide and then bit his bottom lip, body tensed as he recognized the tingling sensation vibrating through his entire being. As if cued, Justin stopped and backed away, JC gasped and Lance moved in.

Lance pressed hard against JC’s back moving their bodies in unison with the rhythm of the music; JC’s head unconsciously tipped back resting on Lance’s shoulder, exposing the fresh marks on his neck. His tongue snaked out and wetted his lips as his face nuzzled Lance’s chin. Justin mesmerized by the glistening body in front of him reached his hand out and smoothed it over the slick heated skin. His hand roamed over JC’s inflexible nipple, under his arm and then down the side, ghosting across his lover’s stomach; finger dipping into the waistband of the pants, eyes now focused on the wet spot located at the tip of JC’s cock. He licked his lips.

Justin watched his lover’s sweat covered body move away from Lance’s and toward his own; wanting only Justin’s touches. Lance observed JC’s actions and turned his attention toward the two women, leaving JC in capable hands.

Justin grabbed JC’s vest and drew him in. Once their bodies touched Justin turned around, hands on knees looking over his shoulder while grinding his ass into JC’s crotch.

“Unn, god Justin,” JC’s voice shook.

“Come on, sugah,” Justin mimicked JC’s nickname for him, “Give it to me.” He stressed his statement by rubbing harder, pulling another moan from his lover. JC’s hands wrapped around Justin’s waist keeping their contact as the two moved their bodies together as one to the music. The blond placed his hands on the back of the dancer’s thighs forcing them closer as he bent his knees and dipping them lower toward the surface of the bar, testing their flexibility. Justin’s head found itself resting on the older brunette’s shoulder spreading kisses under JC’s ear and chin. JC’s hand slid down Justin’s thighs and then back up rubbing in between them and brushing the blonde’s balls and hard on, still rolling his hips into Justin’s ass. The brunette then smoothed across Justin’s lean stomach dipping into the tight constricting pants, brushing the sensitive tip of Justin’s phallus. In response, Justin moved one hand up and behind JC’s head grabbing a fistful of hair, as their forms became upright. The blond detective then began thrusting his hips forward in small sharp movements, banging into JC’s erection on the down beats. JC was soon moving counterpoint, complimenting Justin’s fiery moves.

Their erotic motions caused Joey’s body to stir as he stood watching the sight before him. Joey’s gaze focused on Justin’s erection bulging outward tenting his pants; tip nearly exposed, as he licked his lips. He worried his bottom lip when Justin turned around and danced up on JC, bodies apart teasing each other with the illusion of uncontrolled passion, everything else forgotten. Joey took in the smooth tight muscles of JC’s torso memorizing every definition of muscle that rippled while he danced. He then allowed his eyes to travel down the sleek body and resting on the very prominent wet spot. He tried pulling his watching eyes away from the two and tried scrutinizing the other dancers, but when Justin moved closer yet, still not touching but so close they could be sharing breaths; he was captivated. JC reached his hand up ghosting his fingers over Justin’s cheek; the blond leaned toward the false touch. It was one of the most erotic scenes Joey had ever witnessed.

As the music faded, JC grabbed Justin’s white shirt and pulled him into his body. He nuzzled his face against Justin’s cheek; eyes squeezed tight, “I need… need you.” He paused trying to gain his composure, “I… I want… want you.” He pressed his erection into Justin’s leg.

“Baby,” Justin soothed rubbing up and down JC’s forearms. “We need to get down, the music is over.”

“Hmm… so…” his head snapped up, “fuck the music, and fuck them.”

Justin removed JC’s hold and sat down on the bar, eventually getting down. JC continued standing, by himself, cock hard; stranger’s eyes watching. “Come on C.” Justin scolded, not caring for the intruding and wanton glances toward his boyfriend. “You need to get down.”

JC jumped down and grabbed Justin’s hand. “You don’t…” he breathed deeply, “You don’t understand…I want you…now.” JC peered over his shoulder toward Lance and yelled, “Lance, I’m taking my break now. What’s open?”

“The Private Room. I don’t think Lou’s using that one tonight.” Lance winked at Joey who stood with his mouth open.

“K,” JC looked back toward Justin. “Let’s go.” He pulled Justin across the bar room and in the direction of the room marked private. Upon reaching it, JC lightly tapped the door, hoping no one was occupying it. When no one answered, JC dragged Justin into the room and quickly locked the door. The brunette looked around the room for a second and then made a swift decision. He seized Justin’s wrist once again and guided him toward another door. JC opened it, yanked Justin into the new room and then closed it. Justin was stunned when JC grabbed his shirt in tight fists and slammed him into the wall.

“JC… whoa?” Before Justin could finish, his mouth was filled with his boyfriend’s tongue in a searing kiss. JC’s intoxicating kiss was hot, wet, stilling Justin’s breath. The brunette licked the outside of the mouth and then delved back in, seeking release from his pent up energy; pain. Their kiss became deeper harder as each fought for possession of the other’s. JC was desperate and would not relent as he pulled Justin closer sucking the offered tongue. The older man finished the kiss as hastily as he started it and leaned his willowy form on top of Justin’s. JC gripped the sides of Justin’s head placing their foreheads together.

“Need this…please. Give it to me…” JC pleaded, eyes searching.

Justin recognized the desperation in his lover’s voice. It had only happened once before, but it was something he would never forget. Although he loved topping JC, he craved for JC’s dominant side to blossom and it appeared to him at this instant JC would dominate his body. “Baby,” he breathed. “Yes…ss, pleasssse …fuck me.”

“I just…just…gotta… be … be in …you…feel you.”

They kissed again. JC’s hands wandering, exploring Justin’s body through the white t-shirt, eventually finding the blonde’s aching cock. The brunette rubbed Justin through his pants as he trailed anxious kisses down the tendons of Justin’s neck, sucking unkindly, marking his lover. Justin whimpered at the duel sensation.

JC paused looking into Justin’s passion filled eyes, “I…just…need you…” He pressed his hand more forcefully on the younger man’s cock, kissing him once more. Their mouths separated with a wet pop and JC’s lips moist with Justin’s spit traveled down Justin’s neck, hand leaving the trapped erection. The brunette fell to his knees, grabbing the younger man’s hips, nuzzling and mouthing the covered phallus. JC looked up once more, their eyes meeting, JC seeking permission, Justin giving it, and without a second thought JC had Justin pants open and down around his knees.

JC stared only momentarily at the cock before he licked the underside of it. He swirled his tongue around the shaft drenching it, lapping it like a Popsicle. The brunette then moved down ward nibbling the underside near Justin’s balls, hands running up the taut body. Justin’s hips instinctively bucked forward as his lover wrapped his luscious plump lips around him. The blond moved his pelvis forcefully into JC’s mouth, wanting the feeling to never end; mind racing, body out of control. He loved this; he couldn’t live without this, this sensation, this feeling, and this love. His thrusts quickened as JC’s speed picked up; forcing his cock deeper into JC’s searing wet alter.

The brunette placed his hands on Justin’s hips stilling their momentum and pulled his mouth away from the phallus. The young lover watched as JC sucked the very tip of his erection, mouth working hard drawing moan after moan. JC’s tongue worked its way into the slit lapping up the pre cum that was spurting from the cock, reaching into his own pants and stroking his own heated flesh.

“J…C… please… take…take it… it all,” Justin whimpered pushing his head into the wall, forcing his hips forward.

JC complied. Hard and fast, he swallowed Justin, nestling his nose in the patch of soft downy hair that rested at the base, head bobbing fiercely; mouth tight, moist; hand pumping callously, hasty. The blond lover’s toes curled as he gripped a handful of auburn hair, seeking purchase from the wall; squeezing his eyes tight. Justin could feel his orgasm mounting. However, JC had other plans. The brunette let the hard phallus slip from his mouth, spit covered and bouncing in front of his nose, he licked at it.

JC stood up and took Justin’s lips into his, biting and pulling roughly on the bottom one. The older man’s eyes were filled with heated desire and it wouldn’t be quenched until he came inside his lover.

“You want it, sugah,” JC panted pushing his tongue into the blonde’s ear.

“Give…give it…to…to me,” Justin’s chest heaved, searching for breath.

JC forcefully spun the younger man around, pressing his chest against the wall. Justin felt JC force his legs wide and enter him with two wet digits. The blond pushed himself onto the older man’s fingers; arms bearing the weight, enjoying the pleasure of JC taking him fast and hard; it’s what they both needed.

“You… you want my cock up you tight ass? You want to feel me deep?” JC asked as he continued probing Justin’s fiery body.

The young lover pushed himself harder against the long slender fingers, needing the feel, the intrusion. “God, yes, JC. Please, fuck me hard. Just fuck me.” Justin felt an immense loss when JC withdrew his fingers. He looked over his shoulder in time to see his boyfriend yank down his cum coated pants, quivering at JC’s angry erection.

“I… I… need to feel your body around me, comfort me,” JC replied as he positioned his self behind Justin, thrusting inside without warning.

Justin arched his back as a surge of pleasure, pain ripped through his body, impaling himself further on the intruding cock. “Unnnn…” he tipped his head forward, placing both hands on the wall, pushing back as JC pounded forward. “Unnn… mmmm… fuck me… come…come…on. Harder… Baby.” His body rocked ravenously as JC fucked him hard and fast, slamming his erection into Justin, gripping the blonde’s hips, bruising him.

“So…ummmmm…ti…gh…” JC’s words were lost as his body’s needs and desires took over. All it wanted was to be buried deep inside his lover, finding pleasure, peace and understanding.

Justin removed one hand from the wall, nearly falling forward; the force of JC’s thrusts brutal. The younger man’s intention was to wrap the hand around his throbbing cock, he needed his release; he’d been hard for most of the night, but JC batted it away.

“With… with me. Please… un..un..un..”

Justin moved his hand back and bit his lip forcing his orgasm back, drawing blood. He wanted to please JC, he wanted to do anything JC wanted him to do and if JC wanted him to wait, he was going to try. “Hurry…ba..baby,” he softly begged.

“Just…so…so good, um…u.mmmmm.” JC continued his harsh rhythm moving his hands and entwining them with Justin’s against the wall. He bent his head down and laid his passion-swelled lips on the blonde’s shirt covered shoulders, it was drenched in sweat. JC mouthed the skin underneath the wet shirt, biting, nipping the moist skin. Justin hissed at the sensation and turned his head, stealing a bruising kiss from JC.

JC’s actions became erratic, kisses faltered. Justin sensed the body lying on top of him tense up; white knuckled grip entwined with his own. JC, unable to maintain his pace at in their current position, removed his handhold and maneuvered his body away from Justin’s; thrusting harder then ever, yearning for release. The blond relentlessly slammed himself against JC’s pelvis desperately wanting his boyfriend’s essence deep within him, and knowing full well the force would cause JC bruises, but he liked the idea to much of kissing each one to not viciously meet JC’s thrusts.

The brunette’s mouth opened, head tipped back and eyes watered, in a way that appeared his was pleading with God for his release, but it wasn’t working. JC was stuck on the edge, no matter how hard he worked his dick into Justin; it wasn’t enough. “Uhhh…god…please… fuck,” he moaned body slick with sweat.

“Come…come…on baby. Harder…bury…bury yourself in me…fuck me…Mmmmm.”
Justin’s body tensed as he was about to orgasm. He held it off as long as he could, but the stimulation JC was feeding his body was too much.
“Uh…hhmm…hhe…” Justin was almost tumbling over when he felt the warm sticky heat leave his body. “Unnn…nnn… why…wh…why, stop,” Justin whimpered writhing his sweat soaked body, enticingly.

Justin’s words were greeted with a moan and his body was forcefully spun around, back and shoulders hitting hard against the wall, but before Justin could respond, his leg was hoisted over a slender hip and JC was deep inside for a second time. The thrust of JC’s hips collided with Justin’s sensitive spot within sending lightening bolts of pleasure through his body. He gripped JC’s shoulders, nails biting, and drawing small thin crescents of blood. His vision blackened and his legs gave as vibrations of bliss were sent throughout his body, wave after wave, overtaking the lover and submersing him into ecstasy. Justin’s body quivered as he unconsciously released showering his and JC’s body with his warm creamy essences.

JC continued ramming fiercely into Justin’s now hypersensitive body, taking, wanting everything his lover has to offer and then some. He didn’t realize Justin had climaxed even as he leaned down and man handled the blonde’s lips, smearing the evidence of Justin’s pleasure between them.

Justin’s half hooded eyes barely registered his surroundings. He moaned with satisfaction and could feel his ripe body respond again, as JC forced himself deeper. His orgasm was building fast, but he didn’t want to cum again before JC was satisfied. “C, ba..ba..by, umm…unn…un…ca…come for…for me,” Justin whined in a sedated voice, running one hand up the back of JC’s neck, the other down near JC’s puckered hole. “Nee…need you … to com… come inside me.” The blond swallowed hard, fluttering his eyes open, staring into enraptured ones, “Pl…please. Mmmm.”

“Ju…us…tin.” JC’s body exploded with sensation after hearing his boyfriend’s plea, and feeling a dry finger enter his body, probing and finding his prostate. Every movement felt like his body would ignite, as he moved out of Justin the now two fingers were pushed deeper into him. His balls drew tight, legs flexed. He worried his bottom lip, tasting copper. “Unnn…nnnn…” the brunette softly moaned, finally, he came with mind blowing force, sending his seed deep within Justin, splashing against an already quivering prostate.

The idea of JC’s essence inside his body combined with sensation overload caused Justin’s body to arch against the wall pushing JC deeper, he came again. The young lover felt JC’s limp phallus slip from him, creating a gaping hole in his soul, he moaned. He felt his boyfriend’s damp tresses brush against his pelvis followed by soft caresses of pouty lips, Justin fingers absentmindedly splayed through the thick curls. Justin was breathing hard, chest heaving and when Justin was finally able to open his eyes again he was surprised by what he saw. JC was crying.

Justin slowly slid his exhausted form down the smooth vinyl covered wall; sitting on the floor; knees spread wide, feet placed firmly on the ground. He reached for his older lover, encircling his strong arms around him and settled the crying man in the V of his legs. Only a moment went by before JC wrapped his own arms around the younger man’s waist, rubbing his nose into Justin’s sweat drenched shirt; murmuring unrecognizable words.

“Wh… what’s… what’s wrong?” the blond panted, eyes rolled back; pulse rapid. He absently mindedly caressed the pads of his fingers down JC’s slick and fervent sides triggering an uncontrollable tremor from his lover’s eager body; hearing JC’s breath hitch. “Sweet…sweetheart?” The brunette remained on his knees, crouched down; scooting his body, sliding his bent knees under Justin’s; absorbing his lover. The blond took a deep breath, desperately trying to settle his nerves and calm his body until he felt JC’s hot breath and wet tongue on his neck. Justin gasped as the older man nipped at his already tender neck, pressing their bodies impossibly closer.

“Baby,” Justin whispered; gripping the slender frame at the waist and running his hands up and down the exposed ribcage, careful not to press too hard. JC whimpered a response as he sucked and bit the offered flesh. The intensity of JC’s actions caused Justin to squeeze harder producing a small river of pain flowing into JC’s being. The brunette ignored it and continued stoking up Justin’s body. The blond moved one hand up his lover’s back and grabbed a fistful of hair drawing JC’s head slightly back. He looked into intense lustful eyes.

The older man arched his chest into Justin’s, loosening the blonde’s hold. He reached behind him and encircled the offending hand, detangling it from his hair and pinning it above Justin’s head. JC leaned once again into his lover, “I… I need you, sur…sugah.” He licked along Justin’s jaw line and continued up into his ear. Justin slanted his head sideways allowing JC a better angle. The brunette’s hands traveled underneath the white t-shirt, searching for the vulnerable nubs as he continued nuzzling the ear. When he brushed his soft hands across the hardened peaks, Justin arched his body up rubbing his body against his lover’s.

It can’t be, Justin thought, as a warm feeling brushed against his inner thigh. JC’s body had fully recovered and was rock hard. Justin’s eyes were closed; body heating up, but he could feel the desperation, the need in his lover’s action, in his kiss. Justin turned his head toward JC’s; opening his eyes, “Take…” he licked his lips, eyes full of fervor. “Baby… loose your…yourself… in me…take what… you…need….”

The look of passion and concern radiating from Justin’s azure eyes made JC’s heart wrench as guilt flooded his body. He needed Justin. He needed to reaffirm their relationship, their love. He slowly blinked his long elegant eyelashes; controlling his breathing, regaining his composure, nostrils flaring as he inhaled Justin’s sex. JC’s heart rated increased as desperation once again overtook his body, his mind, his soul. The brunette leaned back in, assailing Justin’s lips and neck.

As JC sustained his assault on Justin’s neck, he slid his hands down the lean torso and wrapped them around the soft supple mounds of Justin’s ass, kneading and squeezing it; leaving evidence. He lifted Justin’s ass up off the ground, forcing his legs further apart, open. JC pulled the blond forward toward his body and settled the long muscular legs on his, thighs on top of thighs. JC nestled the blonde’s legs in the crooks of his elbows, rubbing his hardened cock into Justin’s. He viciously attacked Justin’s bleeding and passion-swelled lips, seeking the truth, finding it, as the blonde’s body was completely submissive and so utterly responsive. JC slid himself closer still, resting the tip of his cock at Justin’s sore and used entrance. The brunette’s tongued delved deep into Justin’s mouth; licking the roof and dancing with the blonde’s, fucking, taking, possessing. He backed slightly away from Justin’s glistening mouth and blew lightly on the parted lips. Justin stared, gasping for breath, readying himself for JC to take it again.

The older man licked his lips and closed his eyes, whispering, “Forgive me,” and again without warning rammed him self deep inside Justin’s abused opening, head snapped back; muscles flexed.

The blond gasped his surprise as his lover unceremoniously ravaged him, “Josh,” Justin whimpered as his body instantly responded to his lover’s touch, writhing uncontrollably underneath JC; his body super sensitive; back pressed hard against the wall. He accepted his boyfriend’s brutal love making, wanting it, needing it just as much as JC did. Justin wetted his lip once more, moving his hands onto JC’s ass and forcing the brunette inside, keeping him there.

The feeling was pure bliss for JC, a welcoming home sensation ran through his body, as he entered his already thoroughly fucked lover and he steadily rocked into him. Yes, this was where he belonged. In Justin, feeling Justin’s tight ring clench around him holding him deep within, JC never wanting to be set free, Justin never wanting to let go. JC loved the feeling of possessing or being possessed, loved the simple pleasure of Justin’s cock delving deeper into his soul becoming one with him. He craved Justin’s hard body against his, in his, oneness. Yes, this was right. This feeling, this love, it couldn’t be wrong.

The brunette felt his own essence still inside Justin, making his once punishing movements glide with ease. This feeling was something new to JC, he had never taken any of his partners so soon after, and he relished the feel of the looser fitting, the feel of Justin’s shivering skin. This was the answer he’d been looking for. That no matter what, as long as they loved each other it was right to be together.

The brunette forced himself deeper still into Justin, bracing his hands on the wall behind Justin’s head, bending the flexible body in half. Justin’s neck was kinked by the awkward position he found himself alongside the wall, but JC needed too much to recognize it. The blond said not a word and allowed his lover to take what he needed. JC leaned forward and rolled his hips up, rocking his hips hard into his boyfriend, eyes closed as he rose up onto his knees, sending a wave of unspeakable pleasure up his spine. The brunette inclined his head back, muscles straining, driving his cock harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, wanting the pain and hurt to be absorbed in his lover’s body. He pulled himself nearly out and rocked hard back in, changing the speed and the angle of each thrust. This new angle sunk JC deeper than he had ever been, filling Justin. Justin whimpered; cock hard.

JC’s actions slowed upon hearing the small mewl that escaped, Justin’s lips. The brunette looked down at the man he had pinned against the wall and noticed a lone tear run down Justin’s face. JC lowered his body and relaxed his rhythm, allowing Justin some comfort. The older man leaned down and rubbed his nose in Justin’s curls.

“I’m sss…ummm, un… sorry. I.I just…Just need…to feel you…to love you.” JC stopped his brutal movements all together, keeping himself snug inside.

Justin’s azure eyes fluttered open and burrowed deep into JC’s. He slowly ran his tongue over his battered lips, sighing. His breath hitched as JC moved slightly inside of him.

“S’okay,” he barely whispered. “Feel, unnnn…,” eyes closed, “ahh… good.”

“Sur…sure?”

“Please… don’t don’t stop.”

JC started a new, slower pattern, drawing out Justin’s pleasure. The brunette’s guilt was radiating from his stormy blue eyes. Justin lifted a weary hand up and cupped the side of JC’s face. He entangled his hand in the sweat soaked mane and pulled his lover’s face closer. He nibbled the exposed ear and whispered heatedly, “La…lose… mmmm… your…self…in me, ba…unnnn, baby.” Justin held his boyfriend’s head adjacent to his as JC pounded faster into Justin, feeling the tingling sensation start to build within him. “Com…come on Jayce, unn..un…yeah, like…mmmm,” eyes closed, “like that.” Justin nibbled JC’s shoulder and ear still speaking words of encouragement. “Fuck me… un.un.un.un, yeah, come on….har….harder, fuc…fuck me.” JC’s rhythm and breathing faltered, his body tight, were clear indications that his lover was near. The brunette’s arms trembled, body quaked; his mouth sprang open and his second orgasm coursed through his exhausted frame and into Justin’s body. Justin pulled JC into a searing kiss, biting the lower lip, adding mind-numbing sensations. JC collapsed as his body convulsed, spurting wave upon wave of his essence inside his boyfriend.

“Tha…thank…. thank you, su…sugah,” JC said between ragged breaths. Justin rubbed his hands up and down the brunette’s drenched back and up once again into his hair. He pulled hard forcing this lover’s head back bring their chests together. The blond scooted sat up and maneuvered JC around, straightening the brunette’s body, supporting it.

“What,” Justin breathed deeply, “is wrong?”

JC’s sad exhausted eyes met Justin’s, “Are… are we… normal? Is this…what we’ve got…” he inhaled, “is it right?”

“Baby, of… of course it… it is. Did it…did it feel… feel right?”

JC nodded his head.

“Where…ummm…where did… did it feel…feel right?” Justin squeezed JC’s head, “Here?”

JC nodded.

The blond moved both of his hands down between their tangled legs, rubbing his sore stretched hole and then adding one finger up inside, caressing JC’s cock which still resided there. “Mmmm…here?”

JC gasped at the feel of Justin’s finger alongside his limp phallus. He squeezed his eyes closed tight, worrying his bloody lip and nodded.

The young lover removed his cum covered digit, tracing it up JC’s taut stomach and around his nipple, leaving a glistening trail. Justin followed the new trail with his tongue, lavishing the tawny skin and enjoying the taste of his lover’s sex. He sucked viciously on the newly hardened nub, eliciting a soulful moan and a spasmodic jerk from JC. The older man tried pulling his chest away, but Justin wrapped his arms around the willowy frame and held the older man in place. The blond grazed his teeth on the peak and looked up into the brunette’s gaze. He rubbed his hand in the middle of JC’s chest asking, “here?”

A single tear escaped the brunette’s closed eyes wetting the beautiful lashes, as he nodded his head and whispered, “No more…”. Justin pulled his lover down and gently licked the tear a way.

“Look at me,” Justin softly said speech returning. “Open your beautiful eyes and look at me, baby.” He caressed JC’s bruised chin with the back of his fingers and sighed, staring hopefully at the older man. “Come on, C.”

JC’s wet lashes slow flickered open exposing his reddened eyes.

“What we’ve got is perfect? It’s what we want and that’s all that matters,” he brushed a stray strand of hair back, tucking it behind the brunette’s ear. Justin pulled JC against him once more, pressing their lips together. He slowly licked around them, seeking enteracne silently asking permission. JC gave in, allowing Justin’s tongue free reign. The blond rubbed his aching erection into JC’s navel, pumping his hips back and forth. “Don’t… mmmmm… yeah… feels so good.” Justin closed his eyes and ran his toungu over his lips, “don’t let those…those… assholes… get to you. Sweetie. K?”

“Jus… tin…” each of Justin shallow thrusts pushed JC’s cock into Justin wet hole. The blond watched as JC relished the feel of both stimulations. He unobtrusively slid his finger back inside, adding fiction against JC’s phallus. “Mmm, uhh… yeah….”
“you like that, baby?” Justin pulled his finger out and wrapped his arm around the slender man’s waist. “Did you like that?”
“Yyeesss…” JC moaned.
Justin entrapped Jc’s body against his and reached down between the round supple mound of his lover’s ass cheeks. He massaged the area with four fingers and then confidently slid the cum soaked finger into JC. He pushed the finger, in out, in out until he felt the brunette could take more. Justin removed his finger from the tiny opening and reached around in front, yanking out JC’s cock which was coated with his own cum. Justin ran his finger up the side of the phallus collecting as much of it as he could on two thick fingers. Once completed, he reached back around the writhing man and inserted both.

JC gasped at the intrusion, hands pushing hard against the wall, ass thrust back forcing the insidious objects further into him, encouraging Justin to add another, he did. The brunette’s mouth fell open as Justin fucked him with three fingers, pushing, prodding, deep with in him. JC slowly undulated his hips forward with Justin’s cadence wanting desperately to go faster. As JC closed his mouth, lip caught between white teeth, Justin quickly and skillfully rolled JC onto his back, legs around the blond man’s waist. “Jus…Justin,” JC said with a soft voice.

“What… mmmm… you look so… un… good, baby. So thoroughly sexed. Mmmmm… yeah…now, baby… now you’ll look thoroughly fucked.”

“Justin, su…sugah, I can’t. I can’t go again. Wait…”

“What, baby what is it?”

The brunette struggled with Justin briefly and was able to turn his body onto his stomach, arms tucked underneath raising him slightly off the ground. “I… I need…” he sniffed, “I need to tell you something.”

“JC can’t it wait.”

“I… quit…”

“Dancing, for me sweetie, you shouldn’t have.”

JC’s shoulder heaved, heart clenched and stomach muscles tighten upon hearing the hint of jubilation in his lover’s words. He whispered a soft no, which was unheard by Justin, the blond busy rubbing underneath JC’s black vest.
Justin leaned down on top of the narrow frame and asked again, “You quit Lou’s?”

“No, Justin,” he sobbed.
“I…I’m sorry…”

The answer dawned on Justin before the brunette could confess, “Zinfidel’s?”

JC’s body trembled underneath the weight of his boyfriend and he buried his face into his hands, nodding his head. He expected Justin to be furious about losing his job, he expected Justin to yell and tell him how stupid he was for quitting but none of that happened. Instead, JC felt Justin prod him and encourage him to roll over. The brunette moved with the motion, allowing Justin to maneuver his legs once again around the thicker waist. Justin leaned down and whispered an accusing, “Why?” and cupped the bruised cheek tenderly.

JC pressed into the offered caress. “Some…guy…he would…he wouldn’t let me serve him…” tears began running from his hazy blue eyes and JC looked away. “I… got into it with the man…ager… he yelled at me for being late in front… in front of the customers. He brought up you… one of my customers overheard…” he paused, desperately trying to compose himself, not wanting to cry over the incident. “I… tried ignoring his comments…he said… I was an abomination… that he didn’t want some faggot waiting on him… that… that I might have AID…” JC was unable to finish his sentence for his lips were covered with two fingers, silencing them. The brunette looked up and received the most caring and understanding eyes.

“Don’t…” he blinked back his own tear, “don’t finish that…” he shook his head. “I understand now, what… what this was about. You needed to re… reassure yourself didn’t you?” JC nodded his head under the light pressure of Justin’s fingers. “You needed to… to determine… if what… what we have is right… not an abomination like that evil… evil man said.” JC again nodded and parted his lips slightly, inviting them and allowing them access to his heated tongue. Justin slid them in slowly, watching intently as they disappeared.

JC licked the offered digits from the base to the tip, swirling his hot moist tongue around them. Justin leaned back and spread JC’s legs further apart and hurriedly jammed them into the brunette’s already wet hole.

“No, mmmm… Justin…I’ve got…got to dance.” He arched his back, although pleading verbally against Justin’s actions, his body wanted differently. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you … you can. I’m gonna prove to you, we belong. That this is right. Cuz, there is nothing better in this world than the feel of you deep within me, around me.” Justin knew what he was about to do wasn’t a good idea. JC was scheduled to dance later and he could already see some discloration around the smaller man’s pelvic area. He grabbed just above trim hips, again thinking about the ramifications, but determined JC needed his love. He rocked his hips back and slammed himself inside of JC with one powerful thrust. He watched his lover roll his head back and forth, mouth wide open, and closed tightly; losing himself deep within pleasure.

“Yes.sss…sss, unn… god yes. Prove to me…prove.”

Justin started at a controlled rate but was unable to sustain it when he observed his lover’s cock become rigid, a third time. He removed one of his hands and rubbed soothing circles just above JC’s soft hair nestled around his cock. Just a simple brush over JC’s nipples was enough for him to arch hard off the ground, gasping nearly screaming. “Shhhh…. Baby.”

“Mmmm… so so good… so so… so right,” JC whimpered. “Please… un..un..un..un..”

“Please,” he hissed, “what?” grabbing JC’s erection, pumping it fiercely.

“Ple…ssss. Take… take … ohhhhh….mmmmm….take my pain… my pain… away. Fill me…” he grunted and moisten his lips, “fill me with pleasure.”

**

“So what the hell do you think is taking them so long, Lance?”

The blond behind the bar laughed. “Are you kidding me?” He slid a drink to another customer, “Just look at those two.”

“And?”

“Wow, Joey.” Lance wiped the bar down with a wet dishtowel. “Come on two hot men behind a closed,” he stressed, “locked door. Yeah, their fucking like bunnies in the springtime.” Joey spat out his beer and looked disbelievingly at Lance. “What?” the blond questioned innocently, shrugging his shoulders. “They are, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah, well they’ve been in there for like an hour or more. Justin and I really need to get going here. We’ve got a major case we’re working on and…” Lance stared at Joey.

“What?”

“You’ve got pretty eyes.”

“Excuse me.”

“Your eyes, they’re pretty.”

“Is that the best you got?”

“Well, no, but I thought I’d try a bit slower than normal.” Lance jerked his head to another patron. “What can I get ya? Okay, coming right up.” The blond looked toward Joey, “Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere soon,” he smiled. As Lance walked in the direction of the other end of the bar, Joey leaned over watching his ass. He smiled once more. He then turned his body around finally taking in the rest of the bar room. The detective moved his gaze toward the front door and observed a ruckus. A larger white balding man was seemingly yelling at the bouncer who escorted JC assailant out of the bar. Joey tilted his head and watched the sight before him. He curiosity peaked and he decided to move closer and potentially overhear part of the conversation.

“How many times do I’ve gotta tell you?” the balding man ranted, hands above his head, “You don’t kick anyone out of here without calling me first.”

“But boss, he grabbed JC,” the large black man pleaded.

“So, who gives a fuck who he grabbed. JC doesn’t run this place, I do.”

“Yes sir, but he would’ve hurt the kid. I wasn’t about to let that happen, not to him.”

“Tiny, I swear… next time you’re outta of here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The overweight white man walked away from the bouncer, as soon as he was out of sight, Tiny pulled out his two-way.

“Man Wes, why the fuck didn’t you tell me he was on the rampage?”

“Tiny, dude, he just fucking stormed in here, like it was on fire or something. I barely had time to open the door for him.”

“I thought he was going to be at his new establishment tonight?”

“Evidently, he knew the guy you kicked out of here. I mean how else is he gonna find out about it within an hour of the incident.”

“No shit. Hey, did you two-way Lance. You know how Lou wants his drinks like yesterday.”

“No, shit,” Wes cursed. “Hurry up and call him. I don’t want him getting into trouble over this.”

“I’ve got it covered. Talk at you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Joey looked back toward the bar when Lance’s name was mentioned. He didn’t want the young blond getting in trouble either, so he hurried across the room. “Hey, Lance.”

“Yeah, Joey,” he reached down under the bar and picked up his radio, putting over his head, resting the mouthpiece on his chin. He lifted a finger up causing Joey to halt his sentence, “Speak.” Joey noticed the color drain from his face and he quickly ran from his spot, haphazardly grasping a glass and mixing a concoction together. Just as he finished preparing the drink the larger man bellied up to the bar.

“Give it to me,” the fat man yelled.

Lance’s hand shook as he handed over the drink, “Yes…yes, sir.”

Lou drank from the offered glass deeply, finishing it in two maybe three gulps. He slammed the empty glass on the counter and peered up, only to have another drink replace the old. “That’s what I like to see. You’re so fucking well trained, aren’t you, pretty boy,” he smiled evilly. Lance nodded. “Where’s that dancing slut of mine, JC? He should be up on that stage earning me some money. I tell ya what a find he was. I heard a customer attacked him today. Is that true?” he asked Lance.

Joey leaned on the bar and swirled his beer around. He noticed a wavering hesitation within Lance’s usually charismatic voice. “He’s… he’s getting ready for his next dance.”

“Stupid,” he yelled, “that’s not what I asked you? Now answer my fucking question, did he get assaulted.”

Lance quickly nodded his head, eyes looking at the counter in front of him and never meeting Lou’s. “Actually, he did answer your question,” Joey interrupted. “Your first question.”

“Did he sing?” the fat man snarled, ignoring Joey.

Joey answered once again for the stunned Lance, tired of Lou badgering the blond, “It was the most entrancing experience of my life.”

“Oh really. And who might you be?”

“Joey… Joey Fatone…” the brunette offered his hand, but Lou looked at it with distain.

“And I care cause…” he looked Joey up and down, “Are you looking for a job? I think you would fit perfectly.” He circled the startled man like a hawk ready to strike its prey. “Seriously, I could use a look like yours.”

“Here?” Joey question.
“I can’t dance, sorry.”

“No, not here. At my new club I’ve just opened.”

Lance stood slightly behind the fat man, shaking his head vehemently. He didn’t realize that Lou could see him in the mirror. “Lance, darling. I suggest you get back to work or else,” he sneered. Lance immediately left the two and busied himself by cleaning freshly used glasses. “I’ve opened a club up across town. I think you would fit perfectly, like I said before. Why don’t you stop by tomorrow and we can hook you up?”

“No, I don’t think so. Maybe some other time when I don’t all ready have a job.”

Lou smiled, “Maybe.” He slid his pudgy hand into Joey’s back pocket shoving a small business card inside. “Think about it.” He walked away in search of JC.

Lance timidly made his way back to Joey, and leaned over the bar, placing his lips near Joey’s exposed ear. “He owns a club called Shasta. He just opened it up a few weeks ago.”

“No, fucking kidding…” Joey quietly pondered; maybe I could go undercover if this Shasta club is a piece of our puzzle.

“He’s gay.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, he isn’t but he likes watching men together. Why do you think he owns two strip clubs and a fetish club?” Lance leaned closer. “He likes watching them hurt each other.”

“Does he know you’re bi?”

“Hell, no. He’d have me working over their in a heartbeat.”

“So… he doesn’t know about JC either, than does he.”

“No. Tiny, Wes and I have been trying to keep JC under lock and key. If Lou finds out he’s back there with Justin. Not only is he gonna have a fit, but …”

“Wait a minute. He owns a fetish club, too.”

“Duh, Shasta.”

“Dear God. What’ve gotten myself into?”

Justin’s body was drenched in sweat. His long muscular frame was moving quickly, driving deeply into JC’s prone body. His hands were holding tightly onto the smaller man’s hips, aiding his movements, leaving more evidence of their lovemaking. The blond banged himself harder faster, faster harder into the scorching heat of his lover’s body. The tight hold of JC’s ass was driving Justin mad, forcing; encouraging his harsh pounding.

The brunette was facing away from Justin now; taking whatever Justin was giving him. His forehead was nestled against his forearm, elbow bent. Knees spread wide, ass arched high, excepting Justin’s cock, moaning with each heated drive of Justin’s hips. JC had wrapped a slender hand around his already abused cock, stroking it harshly in time with Justin’s nearly unbearable thrusts. His body arched and relaxed with every deep mind blowing penetration and fiery teasing retreat. Strong hands entangled in JC’s hair, yanking it back, moist chest resting on a slick back; a hot breath skimmed the brunette’s ear; his lover’s hand joining his own around his erection. They pumped the sensitive phallus together allowing the precum to spill onto their fingers.

“Feel me…” the blond moaned into JC’s ear. “Feel me deep.”

“Unnnnnn…. Justin….I…mmmm feel you.”

“Believe,” Justin delved deeper rolling his hips, instead of thrusting. “Believe…ohhhh… in us.”

“I… I…,” he hissed, “be…believe.”

“Love…,” hard thrust, “me,” rolled hips.

“Mmmm… unnnn… love you… hunnnnn…”

JC’s mouth fell open as his sleek body tightened, orgasm pending, while Justin continued his short powerful thrusts deep within JC, brushing against his quivering prostate. Justin removed his cum covered hand and offered his fingers to JC. The brunette obediently took in the offered digits, sucking hard on each one, tasting himself.

“So…un… fucking hot un… baby.
Un…un…un…” Justin changed his rhythm from a quick hard entry and slow teasing withdrawal to a fast punishing one, fucking JC with everything he had. JC came silently, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, Justin continued pounding into his shuddering lover.

**

“So tell me Lance, how is it that Lou owns these types of clubs?” Joey inquired.

“Honestly, I’ve no idea. I guess he just likes watching people. Who knows for sure, except Lou of course?”

“What can you tell me about this Shasta club?”

Lance laughed, “You mean Club Shasta.”

“Whatever,” Joey smiled. “What’s so cool about it? I guess JC has been bugging Justin to take him.”

“God, I hope not.”

“How come?”

“Its really not a place for him,” Lance shrugged, “I mean, he just doesn’t seem to fit the mold there.”

“What’s so different about it?”

“I haven’t actually been inside, but I’ve heard from Tiny that it’s kinda for people who like to dress in leather, wear collars and be led around by a leash.”

“Sounds like an interesting place.” Joey took another long drink from his bottle.

“That’s not all,” Lance looked around making sure no one was listening, “it’s also a place to play out a fantasy.”

“So fetish, that’s not too bad.”

“Yeah, well, I know some BDS&M goes on there as well.” Lance casually fixed another customer a drink, continuing his conversation with Joey. “Like I said, Lou likes to watch men hurt each other. He also, from what I’ve heard and seen, likes to see women fuck men.” Lance shuddered. “I just try and stay clear of that place.”

The brunette sat thinking for a short while. “Okay, so here’s what I don’t get,” Joey said while rolling his beer bottle between his index finger and thumb. “How did you get stuck here? This is cutting it pretty close, if you ask me. I mean there are plenty of decent places around the city to find a job, so why here? What’s your story?” The brunette looked up in time to see the younger man blush.

Lance shrugged his shoulders and acted busy, “No story. Just seemed right I guess.” He looked up, sadness clouding his once radiant emerald eyes, “I’m not the brightest person, I guess. Just like JC, I never finished high school; never had the chance too.” The young blond fiddled with the towel in front of him, “So, I figured I wouldn’t be able to get a really good job, anyway, cuz you know, you need at least a high school diploma.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t tell me how you ended you tending bar at a strip club.”

Lance paused upon hearing a request of a gin and tonic; he fixed the drink as he continued talking, “I ended up here cuz of JC. I met him at the coffee shop that happened to be across the street from Zinfidel’s. JC was on break. He saw me sitting in a booth by myself, so he decided to come over and talk to me. That’s when he told me that Lou was looking for some help, a took up the offer, didn’t ask any questions, and here I am.”

“JC seems like the type of person who would befriend just about anyone. He’s got that personality, that look about him.”

“Yeah, he’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. He didn’t judge me or jump to conclusions about me. He just asked if he could sit with me and we started talking.”

“I can kinda see JC not finishing school, but you didn’t finish high school, either?” Joey stared hard at the younger man. “Why wouldn’t you finish?”

“It’s a long story.” Lance looked away, “Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

Joey noted Lance’s uneasiness about the subject and elected to change the topic and moved on. “Where are you from originally? I mean, your accent kind of reminds me of Justin’s so I figured you weren’t from around here.”

“No, I’m from Mississippi. I moved out here not to long ago.”

“By yourself.” Joey brought the bottle toward his lips and asked between gulps, “What about your family?”

“Yeah.” He half smiled, “I traveled here by myself. I don’t have anyone else but me, so it was easy to leave.” Joey noticed Lance fidgeting uncomfortably.

“If I’m bothering you just let me know and I’ll hit the road.”

“No, believe me, you’re not bothering me. In fact, besides Justin, you’re the only other customer I’ve talked with that can hold a conversation without trying to get me to leave with you, or ask for a lap dance.”

Joey smiled, “That’s because I was hoping you would just give me the lap dance without me asking.”

Lance laughed, “The night ain’t over yet.”

The brunette arched his eyebrows and ordered another beer. “You’re teasing me aren’t cha.”

Again the blond man laughed as he walked away, fetching Joey his beer. He bent down, opened the cooler and grabbed out a Bud Light, while twisting off the beer cap and walking back in the direction of Joey he said, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Lance slid the beer toward Joey; the brunette snatched up the cold beverage and smirked at the blond.

“Thanks.”

“For your fine self, anytime.”

Just as the beer was snug in Joey’s possession, Tiny, the bouncer, bumped into him, begging his pardon. The large black man reached over the bar and entangled his hand in Lance’s shirt, pulling him forward. Joey jumped off his bar stool, intending to help Lance, but the blond shook his head. Joey sat back down.

“Where is he?”

Lance’s hands instantly wrapped around the offenders wrists. He growled, “I don’t know who you’re talking about Tiny. Could you be more specific?”

“JC, stupid.” Tiny shook the bartender gently, “The boss is looking for him and he seems pretty upset right now, cuz I kicked that dude out for grabbing JC’s crotch. There ain’t no tellin what’s gonna happen if he catches Justin with him.”

“All hell is gonna break loose,” Lance suggested. He peered over the bigger man’s shoulder toward the back of the room and nodded, “I think he’s in the back, but I don’t know where for sure. He dragged Justin back there about an hour or so ago. He told me he was going on break.”

Tiny carefully let go of Lance and the blond slowly moved back. “Damn man, that kid could probably fuck all night long if he wanted to.” Tiny smoothed one large hand over his balding head. “We need to warn him about Lou before that fat bastard finds him with Justin. I don’t want that kid in any trouble. I’d look for him, but if som’n went down and I wasn’t here, I’d loose my job. He told me that not more than twenty minutes ago.” The black man nervously looked around the bar, searching for Lou’s location.

“I know Tiny, but I can’t leave the bar unattended either. What about Wes? Where’s he at?”

“Lance,” the black man pleaded, “Wes is in enough trouble as it is; he can’t do it.” Tiny spotted the owner across the room from them, staring hard in their direction. “Lance?”

“Yeah,” the blond man’s gaze traveled in the same direction as Tiny’s. “Shit,” he mumbled as he raised an empty glass in Lou’s direction. The young blond watched as Lou nodded his head. Lance gathered the proper ingredients and mixed them together, placing two drinks on a tray, which he pulled out from under the bar. “Shit,” he repeated, “he’s watching us. He’s gonna know something is up.”

“He’s probably gonna ask us what we were talking about, later. What do we tell him?”

“Jesus, Tiny, I don’t know. I can’t think that fast. One thing at a time, okay.”

“Lance, come on. You need to think of something.” Lance ran his fingers through his spiked hair, and then down his face. “What do we do?” Tiny insisted.

“I don’t know, give me a second to think here.”

“We don’t have time for you to think of something.” Tiny’s gaze turned back in the direction of Lou’s table. “Shit, he still watching us… he’s getting up. You need to do something.”

Joey reached his hand out and grasped Lance’s forearm. The blond looked down at it, reeling from the unsuspected sensation that raged through his body. He turned his head and his gazed traveled up the arm until emerald eyes met chocolate, he sighed.

“If you don’t mind,” Joey began, “I could either tend the bar or go in the back and look for them.” Lance blinked several times, trying to focus on the words Joey was speaking and not on how his lips looked while speaking them. “Lance?”

“Ahh,… yeah…”

“To which part of the offer?” Joey half chuckled.

“I can’t leave the bar, he would some how find out that I left, and he wouldn’t like that.” Lance grasped Joey’s wrist tightly, “You need to get back there and find them.” His grip tightened in desperation, “JC probably took him back into one of the private rooms. The third one on the left has an additional room he likes to use. Check there first. If he isn’t there,” anxiety tinted Lance’s words, “I don’t know where else to check. You just gotta find them.”

Joey reached his hand toward Lance and gently cupped the side of it in a tender gesture. “I’ll do what I can, Lance. No guarantees.”

“Thank you so much, Joey. This means a lot to all of us. I’ll try and distract Lou for you, give you some more time.”

Joey let go of Lance’s arm as the blond let go of his wrist, disappointed at the lose of contact. “Where do I start?”

“Go across the main floor, when you reach the back wall you’ll turn left. Lonnie should be watching the rooms, I’ll radio him so don’t worry. Once you're back there just look for the rooms that have the words private on them and he should be using the third one on the left.”

“Once I find him, then what?”

“Get them out here, or at least Justin.”

“Okay, wish me luck.”

Lance leaned over the bar, grabbed a handful of brunette locks and brought their lips together in a harsh kiss. When Lance let go and moved away, Joey smiled, rubbing his lips gently, remembering how Lance’s felt on his own. He blinked, turned around and walked across the main floor.

**

Justin, lying on top of his lover, licked a trail of sweat up JC’s neck and under his chin. The exhausted brunette slowly tipped his head to the side, desperately trying to avoid another assault on his battered lips, moaning. The younger man’s hand firmly grasped JC’s chin, turning it back in his direction and possessing the brunette’s moist mouth. The kiss was soft, delicate, soothing; not aggressive or demanding, and JC revealed in it. It’s these types of kisses, like the one the older man was now experiencing, that JC could feel Justin expressing the depth of his love that he had for him.

Justin broke the tender kiss and pulled himself from within JC’s body. He rolled to the left, nestling his larger frame against the brunette’s. The blond looked into JC’s partially covered eyes, while rubbing his large hand over taut muscles coated with semen; feeling his boyfriend’s chest rise and fall as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Justin nuzzled his nose in JC’s sweat laden hair, whispering in the exposed ear. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm…” JC moaned capturing Justin’s exploring hand in his, stopping its motion.

“Josh,” Justin started again, “do you feel our love, now? Can you feel it? Baby.” He moved closer, “Do you understand how our love works. How it grows? Can you tell that you were made for me and I you? And nothing anybody says can change that. We are meant to be together, always.”

JC rubbed his cheek against wet curls, smiling. “Yeah. I can feel it now. I know that you love me and that’s all that matters.” He paused as his smile turned to a frown. “I’m sorry, sugah.”

“For what, C.”

The brunette looked away, focusing on their entwined hand lying innocently on his glowing skin. “For doubting.”

“Shit, baby. After today, Elton John would’ve second guessed himself.” Justin peered at JC’s face and noticed his joke had the desired effect; JC was smiling.

“Interesting way of putting it,” the brunette chuckled. “I just wish this day would end, so that I could start out fresh. This has been a horrible experience for me.” Justin maneuvered his other hand to JC’s hair and softly stroked it, petting him. “I mean it’s not everyday, your boyfriend leaves you strung out for a phone call and you have to fuck your fist to get off,” he waved his hand in the air. “Then get beat up and threatened by his co-workers, get insulted by a customer to the point of almost crying and then to top the day off; quit your job.”

Justin kissed JC’s temple; lingering before whispering, “You forgot the part where you were accosted by a customer.”

JC huffed, “yeah, who could forget that?”

Justin smoothed the covered hand up and down once more, this time JC allowed it, needing the touch. The blond nibbled the older man’s ear, “Did he hurt you bad baby?”

The brunette sighed, “I think the actually idea of being grabbed like that hurt worse than the actually action,” JC answered while rubbing his hands up and down Justin’s forearm, watching the hair fall back into place. “Besides, the sex marathon we just had cured me of any pain, believe me.”

“Hurts so good, has a whole new meaning.”

“Or a revival of an old one.”

“True… true.”

JC turned his gaze toward Justin’s reaching his hand up and cupping the side of his face, brushing soft stokes against the flushed skin. He eyes searched deep into Justin’s expressing in his touch and stare the amount of love he felt for the younger man. “Thank you.” Justin was about to say something but was stopped by long slender fingers. “Let me finish.” JC rolled slightly, facing Justin. “Thank you for letting me use you,” he whispered, “for being here for me when I needed you, and for understanding me; not many people would’ve,” he added. He closed his eyes, “but mostly; thank you for loving me.” JC leaned in for a soft brush of their lips; capturing Justin’s sensuously and tenderly.

Justin wanted to increase the pressure of their kiss, and make love with JC once more before his lover had to be on stage again, but a loud banging on a door disrupted his thoughts.



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