JC
woke up slowly, his sleep filled mind registering the unusual warmth next to him.
He shifted a bit in bed and found that most of him was unable to move very much.
He opened his eyes and looked down, a small smile creasing his face at the sight
of blonde curls. Justin was draped over him like an extra blanket, his face
pressed against JC’s chest, his arm thrown across JC’s shoulder, his leg
wedged between JC’s. He watched as Justin stirred, snuffled JC’s chest,
yawned, then settled back down, deep in sleep. JC lifted a hand to pet the curly
head on his chest, his other arm reaching to stroke the arm draped over him, and
his eyes closed, thinking about the night before…
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” JC said after they’d tumbled
to the bed. JC watched as something—fear? —leave Justin’s eyes and a smile
cross his face.
“Am I?” he asked, cocking his head.
“Hmm, yes,” JC said, flipping them over until the younger man was beneath
him. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at Justin, unable to really
grasp that this fabulous creature of light and music actually wanted him. JC
refused to even think about Justin’s declaration of love—it was way too soon
to speak that way, and JC didn’t believe in love anyway.
But he did believe in need, in want. So JC slowly reached for the buttons on
Justin’s shirt, fingers nimbly opening the stiff white material, exposing
Justin’s chest. JC felt Justin kick off his shoes, and JC did the same while
bending down and kissing Justin’s hot skin. He felt Justin jolt when his
tongue traced a path down his chest, and he looked up, catching Justin’s eyes.
“Justin,” JC said, moving back up the boy until their eyes were even.
“Have you ever done this before?” JC asked, already knowing the answer.
Justin’s lashes dipped down, shaking his head. Then he looked up again, eyes
bright and intense. “But I want to, Josh. I want you to show me. I love—“
JC’s hand came up and covered Justin’s mouth. “Not now,” he said,
sliding his fingers over Justin’s lips, dipping a finger inside, then removing
it and rubbing it against his own lips. “For now, let me show you,” JC said,
his hand moving tracing down Justin’s chest to his pants, fingers lightly
touching Justin’s erection. “Let me want you,” he said, mouth closing over
Justin’s in a fiery kiss just as his hand closed over Justin’s cock.
Again Justin jerked, but this time toward JC, his arms coming around to grasp
the older man closer. JC made short work of Justin’s pants, pushing them and
his underwear off in one stroke. He lifted away from Justin’s mouth, lips
moving down the boy’s neck to his chest, his stomach, following the fine trail
of hair to his engorged cock. He was beautiful, JC thought right before his
mouth enveloped him.
“Oh, oh, oh,” JC heard Justin say as his mouth worked Justin’s cock.
Justin tasted sweet and salty and all things good to JC as his tongue ran up the
length and his teeth scraped the head. JC saw Justin’s hands grabbing fistfuls
of the bed cover, his hips writhing under JC’s hands. He looked up into
Justin’s face, seeing they boy’s head thrown back, neck arched in ecstasy.
“Justin…let…go…” JC whispered, a hand joining his mouth on Justin’s
cock, pressing firmly as the spasms approached. “Come on, baby…”
Justin came in a rush, his hands reaching back to grab the bedrails, his back
arching off the bed as he gushed into JC’s mouth. JC felt the climax run
through the younger man, his hand stroking along Justin’s thighs as the last
of him poured out.
JC licked his lips as he moved up the bed. He looked down at Justin, eyes closed,
still panting fast, arms shaking as they held onto the bed. JC placed a hand on
Justin’s chest, causing him to turn his head.
“I…you…I never…you…I…”
JC laughed. “My thoughts exactly,” he said, pulling the covers down under
Justin. He stood up and removed his clothes, crawling into bed and pulling the
boy close to him. Justin was still trembling. He gently stroked the sweat soaked
hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Go to sleep, Justin,” JC ordered.
He heard Justin sigh deeply and drift off to sleep….
Now it was morning. Or more precisely, the morning after. JC’s hand stilled as
Justin moved again, this time waking up for good. He stretched, then looked up
at JC, a smile flitting on his lips.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice morning soft.
“Morning,” JC answered, brushing back a few errant curls from Justin’s
face. “How are you?”
Justin’s smile broadened. “Josh, last night,” he began, a blush creeping
into his cheeks. “I had no idea.”
JC ran a hand down Justin’s face, lightly tracing his lips. “Did you enjoy
it?” he asked, inhaling sharply as Justin snagged his finger with his teeth,
sucking lightly. Justin nodded, but a pensive look came into his eyes. “What
is it?” JC asked.
“What we did…” he began, lashes dropping to avoid JC’s eyes. “What you
did…”
A small knot a fear hit JC at Justin’s hesitation. He lifted the boy’s head
to look into his eyes. “What I did…?” he demanded.
“I was just wondering…” Justin said, biting his lip.
“Justin!”
Innocent blue eyes locked with JC’s.
“Can I do that to you?”