Part 6


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?”



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