Part 4


The next few days flew by.

The two boys spent their mornings together, riding the street cars, exploring San Francisco, eating Chinese food and learning more and more about each other. In the evenings when Justin would leave JC to go and report to his ship, JC went to work, waiting for Justin to show up, which he always did close to closing. Then they’d walk back to JC’s apartment, where again they’d talk and talk and kiss and kiss and touch and touch but never going too far, never going all the way. They’d fall asleep in each other’s arms, waking to start the day all over again together.

JC whistled as he served up the drinks, keeping in time with the music and unable to keep the sappy smile off his face. Marge, who was no dummy, had watched JC and Justin for a few nights and knew what was going on. But being a native of San Francisco, and a sucker for true love, she didn’t say anything to either of them. She merely exchanged a knowing glance with them one night, then laughed when they both blushed deep red. “Where’s your friend, JC?” she asked, noting the time was getting close to closing.

JC glanced at the clock, surprised in his eyes at the late hour. “I guess still checking in at his ship, Marge,” he said, a worried tone entering his voice.

“I’m sure that’s just it,” Marge answered. “Not like he can just leave when he wants, right?” JC nodded, his eyes now glued to the door. “JC, you know…” She stopped speaking when she saw the bright and wide grin cover JC’s face, and looked to the door.

Justin had arrived.

He made his way slowly across the floor, finally sitting on his usual stool at the end of the bar. JC served him a drink, their hands grasping for a moment. Justin’s eyes were clouded and sad as he held JC’s hand tightly. JC realized what it was at once.

“You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” he said, more a statement than a question.

Justin nodded. “Tomorrow.”

JC’s heart lurched in his chest, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. Tomorrow…He’s leaving tomorrow…He can’t leave…I love him so much I have to tell him…Not tomorrow no no no… But outwardly, he smiled tensely and gripped Justin’s hand in return.

The club closed, the girls and band were gone. JC was finishing cleaning, Justin helping him as he had for the past few nights. They’d been silent during the evening, watching each other closely but not really talking. Marge, sensing that something was wrong, had kept the girls who usually pestered Justin to dance away from them.

JC was lifting the last chair off the floor when the sound of music filled the silent club. He spied Justin turning the knobs of the radio, finding a soft, dreamy song and increasing the volume. He walked over to JC, taking the older man’s hands from the chair and leading him into the center of the room.

“Dance with me,” Justin said, pulling JC close.

“Justin,” JC protested, shifting slightly on his brace. “I can’t dance, really…”

“Shh,” Justin said, kissing him quickly. “Here.” Justin bent a bit and lifted JC’s left leg by the brace, propping it on top of Justin’s right foot. “Let me do the work,” he said, moving slowly to the music.

They moved across the room, movements at first jerky and awkward until finally, JC just surrender and let Justin lead. He lowered his head to Justin’s shoulder, taking in the scent and feel of the younger man, wishing this night could go on forever.

A soft voice sounded in JC’s ear, and he realized Justin was singing to him.

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smilin' through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know?
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

JC raised his head, his eyes swimming. Justin brushed the tears away and softly lowered his head.

***

“Oh god…oh god…oh please….yes…oh….Justin…yes…yes…yesyesyes!!”

White lights exploded behind JC’s eyes as his climax overtook him. The feel of Justin’s mouth surrounding his erection was driving him insane. He gripped the rails of his headboard, hanging on for dear life as wave after wave of ecstasy shot through him.

JC had not even recovered when he felt Justin push his legs apart, stroking his entrance wet and plunging inside with one quick thrust. This caused JC to yelp even louder as Justin thrust again and again until finally, he seized up, then collapsed on top of JC.

They lay entwined, a heap of sweaty bodies and hard breathing until finally, Justin pulled back a bit, smiling softly at JC wide eyed expression. “I guess I made you happy?” Justin asked, slipping his now soft cock out of JC but staying lazily draped on top of the other man.

“Oh, god…Justin.” JC’s blush was fire red. “You made me… incrediblyhappy!”

“Good.” Justin reached a hand up and smoothed back a lock of sweat-soaked hair from JC’s face. “I wanted to make you incredibly happy…”

“Oh, you did, you did!”

“…because I am incredibly in love with you.”

JC froze, the smile on his face crumbling as he pushed Justin off of him and scrambled off the bed. Forgetting he didn’t have his brace on, he started to walk only to fall into a heap on the floor as his left leg gave out.

Justin raced after him, fighting off JC’s pushing hands and holding him close. “What the hell?” he said, keeping JC’s fists from connecting with his face. “Stop it. STOP IT!” He struggled with the naked and squirming JC, trying to pin JC’s arms close to his body, finally succeeding in doing so.

JC tensed in Justin’s arms. “Please let me go,” came his harsh whisper.

Justin shook his head. “No. Not until you explain this to me.” He lifted JC onto his lap. “Tell me what’s wrong…don’t you want my love?”

“You don’t love me.” JC struggled to get loose, only to have Justin’s arms close tighter around him. “Let me go.”

Again, Justin shook his head. “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “I’m content to hold you close until you tell me why I don’t love you.”

Silence.

“Okay, let me ask you this.” Justin peered into JC’s face to watch his reaction. “Do you love me?” JC’s telltale blush gave him away. “You do, don’t you?”

JC shrugged. “That doesn’t matter.”

“I’m totally confused here.” Justin shifted JC on his lap, slipping the older man’s legs around his own waist, keeping a strong grip as he made to escape. “You love me, but I don’t love you?” JC nodded. “And it’s okay that you love me, but it’s not okay that I might love you?” Again, JC nodded. “And it’s because of your leg that you don’t think I can love you, right?” A pause, then again, JC nodded. “And during anytime this week did it seem like it mattered to me that you’re lame in your left leg?”

JC flinched a bit at Justin’s words, but looked up at him anyway. “No, but…”

“But nothing.” Justin leaned down and kissed JC hard. “I don’t care about it. All I care about is you.” He looked at JC closely. “Is that it? Or is the leg just an excuse?”

“You’re leaving.”

Justin nodded, squinting at the clock on the wall. “In three hours.”

“You may find someone else…” JC ducked his eyes away.

Justin threaded a hand through JC’s hair, pulling his head back almost roughly so their gazes would meet. “I’ve never… ever …felt like this about anyone.” His mouth latched onto JC’s with another hard kiss, his lips angrily taking JC’s mouth. “I know enough to know I’ll never feel this way about anyone ever again.” Another kiss, this one just has hard, and accompanied by a hand moving down JC’s naked body to his growing cock. Justin grasped JC. “Will you?” he demanded, pulling at JC’s erection, scraping his nails along the sensitive head.

“Nnnooo,” JC said, his breath catching, his body twisting to get closer to Justin.

“Good.” Justin rose from the ground, JC still wrapped around his waist. He walked across the room and tossed JC onto the bed. “Now, we have,” he looked at the clock again. “Two hours and fifty minutes left. You want to waste them talking? Or use them fucking?”

JC spread his legs and pulled Justin down to him.

***

“I have to go,” Justin said again.

They were at the shipyard, next to Justin’s ship. Other Marines and sailors were saying goodbye to sweethearts and lovers. Justin had found a dark, quiet spot for them. JC struggled to keep back the tears. “I know,” he said, grasping Justin close to him one last time. “Go…go,” he said, pushing Justin out of their hiding place.

JC watched as Justin climbed the gangplank, then turn for one last look. A wave, a smile, then he was gone.

JC opened the paper Justin had slipped him, reading the words through his tears.

Pvt. 1st Class Justin Timberlake
V-Mail Station 324oc3
San Francisco, CA

’Till we meet again…I love you. Justin.

“’Till we meet again,” JC whispered as the ship slipped its moorings and sailed away



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