A Picture's worth a thousand words


Justin watched as the photograph fell from JC’s backpack. He was about to call out to him and tell him he’d lost something when he saw what picture it was. Justin looked around quickly, relived that no one else had seen it fall, and quickly scooped it up, sliding it into his pocket. The conversation went on around him, and he quietly slipped from the lounge area into the buses small bathroom. He flipped on the light and sat down, pondering the picture and why JC would be carrying it.

Because it was a picture of Justin.

And what a picture it was.

He remembered it being taking clearly. Christmas morning over a year ago. Joey had received a new camera from his folks, and he’d stormed into JC and Justin’s hotel room at an ungodly early hour, snapping pictures right and left. Justin had stumbled from bed, heading toward Joey, eyes blurry, chest bare, wearing nothing but some boxers and a scowl. After they were developed, Justin had insisted that Joey throw that picture away, and he’d seen Joey do it, he’d seen it go into the trash.

But here it was, in Justin’s hands, having fallen out of JC’s backpack. The only reason for the picture to even be here, in JC’s possession, was that JC had fished it out of the trash and had saved it for himself. And the thought of that made Justin very, very happy.

Because Justin was in love with JC.

And it appeared that JC might just feel the same way about Justin.

He had to be sure, though. There had to be some way to find out, without actually asking. Justin wanted to be absolutely sure of JC before he said anything. Or did anything. But how…

Justin smiled as the idea came to him. He’d often caught JC watching him, but thought nothing of it, figuring that was just his way, watching out for him as he always did. Now, though, Justin wondered if there had been more meaning in those glances, those quick touches. He knew exactly what to do.

***************

JC groaned as Justin came into the lounge area. Why, he wondered, was he dressed like that again? Skin thin pajama pants and a small tank top. It was freezing in Germany, wasn’t the boy cold?

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, grumbling as he sat next to JC at the table.

“A little,” he replied, scooting closer to JC. “Warm me up.” He hooked one of JC’s arms around his shoulder.

“You could put on some clothes,” JC suggested, his hand automatically rubbing Justin’s chilled skin.

“Not until I shower,” he said, yawning and leaning into JC more. “That’s nice,” he said, snuggling into JC’s chest. “You don’t mind if I stay here until Joey’s out of the shower, do you?” He looked up at JC, all innocent blue eyes and golden curls.

JC swallowed, his eyes taking in the boy in his arms. “No, not at all,” he whispered, gazing at Justin’s mouth, taking in the full, pink lips, groaning silently when his tongue peaked out, licking delicately. Justin’s cheeks were flushed a bit, his eyes bright, his minty breath tickling JC’s nose, his mouth so close…so close…JC leaned down…

“Wow, that was a good shower!” Joey exclaimed, slamming open the bathroom door.

JC pulled away with a start, his arm jerking away from Justin quickly. Justin slid away from JC a bit more slowly, a small smile on his face. “Did you use all the hot water, Joey?” he asked, rising from the seat. He turned before leaving the lounge. “Thanks for the warm-up, JC.”

JC held his breath until he heard the water running, knowing that it didn’t matter if Joey used all hot water or not. What JC needed was a cold shower. He shifted in the seat, his erection hard and painful. As cold as possible, he thought.

*********

Justin watched JC as the older man worked to learn the new choreography. This morning’s experiment had been so successful, Justin decided to keep it up, so to speak. He saw JC sit down across the stage, deciding now is just as good a time as any.

*********

“Did I ever complain about the cold?” Justin said, joining JC as he sat along the stage edge. “I take it back…it’s hot. Damn hot.” He handed JC a bottle of water, twisting off the cap of his own and taking a deep drink

They’d been rehearsing for hours in the hot, stuffy arena. The choreographer had finally given them a break, and most of the Nsyncer’s had collapsed upon the stage. JC watched Justin as he drank the water, the boy’s head thrown back, his strong throat exposed. A bit of water escaped from Justin’s mouth, and JC followed the drop as it traveled down Justin’s skin, joining in with the sweat that covered Justin with a fine sheen. JC’s hands itched to touch that soft, wet skin. His mind burned with wanting to taste that bead of water as it mixed with Justin’s own sweat, knowing it would be sweet upon his tongue…

JC blinked, realizing Justin was finished drinking and was now talking to him. “Uh, sure, whatever you want,” he said, hoping that was the right answer to the question Justin had just asked.

“Great! I’ll tell the guys we get to pick the movie tonight,” he said, jumping up onto the stage with a graceful leap. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around JC’s neck, his lips close to JC’s ear. “You’re the best, JC.” A quick squeeze, then he was gone.

JC’s fingers softly touched the place where Justin’s arm had met his chin, his skin moist from Justin’s sweat.

***********

It seemed to be going perfectly, Justin thought, but Justin was still not quite sure. It seemed as if JC was attracted to Justin, but what if that’s all it was? Justin didn’t think he could handle it if he told JC he loved him, and all JC wanted was sex. Justin wanted sex, too, but he loved JC. He needed one more sign, one more indication that his feelings for JC just might be reciprocated. Hopefully, tonight would give him that sign.

***********

“This movie is lame, man,” Chris said, rising from the couch. “I’m going to bed.” He stretched and left the room.

“Do you think it’s lame?” Justin asked, looking at JC next to him on the couch.

“Nah, I like it,” he said, watching as Justin yawned and stretched, eyes skimming the line of skin showing as his shirt raised with his arms. “But we can finish it tomorrow, if you’re tired,” JC assured him.

“Nooooo,” Justin yawned again. “I’m okay…I’ll just lay down if you don’t mind.”

JC shrugged. “Go ahead,” he said, stretching his legs out on the couch as Justin got up. His eyes widened in surprise as Justin sat back down, stretching out his long length right in front of JC. JC’s heart was beating so hard he was sure Justin could feel it, since his back was pressed against his chest. But Justin just sighed, pillowed his head under his arm, and fell asleep.

JC forgot to watch the movie. He was just enjoying the chance to be this close to Justin. His body hardened as Justin’s hips nestled snugly against his groin, his own hips pressing forward against Justin, his movements involuntary, his groans muffled. He shifted a bit and angled his body up on one elbow, high enough to look down at the sleeping boy. He reached out a hand, twirling a finger around a curl of Justin’s hair.

“What am I going to do about you,” JC whispered, knowing that Justin wouldn’t answer. “Why do I have to be so in love with you? You’re so young…it wouldn’t be fair…not to you, not to me…but God, Justin.” His hand stroked down Justin’s cheek, lightly outlining his soft, pink lips. “I need you so much…love you so much…how can I not tell you. You’ve always been older than your years…and I’ve loved you for so long…how can it be wrong?”

JC held his breath as Justin shifted on the sofa, ending up facing JC as he slept on. He looked around quickly, then lowered his head, laying his own mouth softly against Justin’s. Lifting his head, he sighed as Justin slept on, torn both ways, knowing he shouldn’t, knowing he would anyway.

JC’s fingers traced along Justin’s arm lightly, until he reached Justin’s hand. Slowly, slowly, he lifted Justin’s hand and placed it against his throbbing cock. His eyes closed as he swallowed a groan, pressing Justin’s hand harder, his hips moving against the warm fingers. Justin moaned, and JC’s eyes shot open, his hand and hips stopping. Still asleep.
He resumed the pressure of Justin’s hand, his mind clouded with desire, not even thinking as he slowly slipped Justin’s hand inside his pants….

The bus veered sharply, tossing them apart and Justin to the floor. “Wha….???” he said, grabbing hold of the couch. “What happened?”

JC sat up quickly. “Bus swerved,” he explained. He pulled a throw pillow quickly across his lap, watching Justin rub his eyes tiredly. “”You going to bed?”

Justin squinted at the clock. “Nah, I’m going to watch the end of the movie,” he said, lifting himself from the floor and plopping onto the couch next to JC. “I promise to say awake this time.”

JC stood up quickly. “I’m too tired,” he explained. “Good night.”

“Night.”

************

Justin smiled as JC left the lounge. Well, he sure got the answer he wanted, he thought, lifting his hand. Justin was sure he could still feel JC’s heat. He rewound the movie a bit, glancing at the clock again. He’d give JC fifteen minutes to fall asleep, then he’d go in and let JC know he felt the same way. He shifted his own tight pajama pants. The same way indeed.

************

JC smiled as Justin’s hand grasped his cock again. The strong, warm fingers held him tight, shifting up and down the shaft, making JC moan with pleasure. He felt Justin’s warm breath against his ear as he whispered to JC, whispered the thing he wanted…needed to hear.

“I love you, JC.”

A tighter squeeze, a quick scrape of nails against the sensitive head.

“And I want you, too.” The hand moved lower, cupping JC firmly. Squeezing gently.


JC shifted as he came out of is dream. He was hard, and instinctively he reached down, his mind trying desperately to hold onto the dream while he jerked off. His eyes flew open when he felt the other hand on his cock.

Justin’s hand.

“Shhh…” Justin’s mouth was close to his ear, pausing his hand. “If you make noise, they’ll hear you, then I’ll have to quit.” He flicked his tongue against JC’s ear. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” JC shook his head. “Me, neither.”

Justin resumed his caressing of JC’s cock. “You’re wondering what I’m doing in here, right?”

JC nodded.

“And why I have my hand on your cock?”

JC nodded again.

“And why I want to make you come?”

JC nodded harder.

“It’s because I love you.” JC looked up at Justin. “And it’s because I know you love me.”

JC’s eyes asked the question. “I saw the picture, the one of me. It fell from your backpack.” Justin increased the pressure of his hand. “I figured you might just feel the same way as I do.” Again JC nodded. “Good. Now, I’m not sure what’s going to happen between us, or if we have a future, or if we ever do anything like this again, but for now,” he increased the movement of his hand faster, feeling JC tense, then come in a quick, sticky meltdown. “But I’d like to see where it goes.” He pulled his hand out of JC’s pants, kissed him quickly on the lips, and slipped silently from the bunk.

JC laid in his bunk, staring at nothing, feeling everything. The day’s events flowed through his mind, his smile widening when he realized that Justin had played like a piano. But it wasn’t over yet. JC flipped face first out of his bunk, turning a somersault into the bunk below. Justin’s bunk. Justin was right, JC thought. They couldn’t be sure of what would happen in the future. His mouth latched onto Justin’s surprised one. But it sure was going to be a hell of a ride.



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