Part 7


“I’m ready, Josh.”

Justin watched as JC continued to work at his desk. It was Sunday, the one night the club was closed, and they were spending a quiet evening together. Or, at least Justin thought that’s what they would do. JC had had other plans, deciding instead to catch up on some work. So Justin lay on the bed and watched JC and worked on gathering his courage to talk about something he’d been thinking of for some time.

“Did you hear me?” Justin asked.

“Hmm? What was it?” JC asked, pen scratching on the paper.

“I said I’m ready,” Justin repeated, eyes flicking over JC’s face. Justin was still awed by JC. It had been a month since they became lovers, but the wonder and excitement was still as fresh as it was that first night.

“Ready for what,” JC said, still not looking up.

“Ready for the next step.” Justin took a deep breath.

“The next step?”

“You know…intercourse.”

Justin watched as JC’s pen slipped, ripping the paper under it. “Ready for…what?” he asked, turning to face Justin.

Justin felt a blush rise in his cheeks. This was much easier when JC wasn’t looking at him. He looked down, hands picking at the bedspread. “I said I’m readyforintercourse,” he said, running the words together at the end, sneaking a peak at JC, then looking down again quickly.

“What are you talking about?” JC asked.

“Josh, I know there’s more to what we do than…you know…what we do,” Justin said. “And I want you to know that I’m ready for that part of it.”

JC was speechless. He walked over to the bed and sat next to Justin, watching as the boy flipped on his side, one hand propping his head. JC looked down at him…the blue eyes so hesitant but hopeful, his expression shy but resolute. He reached out a hand to play with Justin’s curls, a habit he’d developed since that first day. “Justin, how do you know about, ah, that?”

“I can read, Josh,” he said. “When I realized I was different than other boys, I did some research at the library.” He leaned his head into JC’s touch. “I found a medical journal that was very helpful.”

“And it told you about…” JC found he couldn’t say it.

Justin nodded. “Intercourse.” He was shocked to see a blush paint JC’s face. “Josh, haven’t you…”

“Jesus, Justin, of course I have!” JC exclaimed, exasperated. “But I’ve never just sat and had a conversation about it before hand, or been with someone who…” JC bit back his next words.

“Who what?” Justin asked, rising to sit on the bed. “Who was some country hick who didn’t know anything? Is that what you think?”

“No, that’s not what I think,” JC explained. “But Justin…a month ago you’d never done anything with a man. Why are you so sure you’re ready for this?”

Justin reached and grasped JC’s hand, pulling it close to his chest. “Because I feel it…here,” he said, laying JC’s hand flat. “I know you don’t like to hear it, but I love you, and I want to be as close to you as possible. This is the only way I can think of to show you that.”

JC closed his eyes at Justin’s words. It was true, he never let Justin speak of love, but at this point, he felt incredibly honored by the declaration. He felt Justin’s strong heartbeat under his hand, the heat of his skin burning through the shirt he wore. He looked at Justin’s eyes. So soft they were, showing every emotion he was feeling for JC to see in those blue depths.

He watched as Justin leaned closer, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips before brushing them over JC’s. “You won’t let me love you, so let me give you this,” he said before placing his mouth softly on JC’s.

“Let me show you I’m ready….”


“You ARE ready.”

Lance watched as Britney covered her ears with her hands, humming to herself and rocking back and forth on the bed. He removed her hands and stilled her movements.

“BRITNEY! YOU ARE READY!” he yelled.

She shook her head, blond curls tumbling around her shoulders. “No, I’m not…I’m not…I’m not…”

Lance sighed. “Would it be so bad?” he asked.

“Lance, please…let’s not talk about this now,” she pleaded. “Let’s talk about,” her mind grasped on to any other subject. “JC and Justin! Yeah, let’s talk about them!”

Lance sighed again, sitting back against the pillows in the bed, watching Britney as she straighten the sheets and covers. He’d asked her to marry him again, for the fourth, or was it fifth? time. And she answered as she always did, that she wasn’t ready.

They’d been together for almost a year now, Lance thought, wondering when she would be ready. She smiled at him, sunshine breaking into their room, and his heart fipped. He’d wait.

“What about JC and Justin?” he asked, pulling her close and feeling the tension leave her slight frame.

“JC’s really happy, don’t you think?” she asked. Lance nodded against her head. “I mean, once he got past his birthday thing, and that other unpleasantness, he’s been really happy.”

Lance laughed. “Sex will do that to you,” he said, running a hand along Britney’s arm, feeling her warm skin. She wrapped her arms around him tighter.

“But it’s more than that, don’t you think?” she asked. “I mean, it’s more for Justin, I know that.”

“For Justin, yes,” Lance agreed. “But it’s going to take JC some time to realize how he feels. He’s not good with emotions and love.”

Britney ran a finger down his chest. “Lance, what happened to him? You know, with Chris?”

“I honestly don’t know, Brit,” he said. “It happened before I got there, and JC would never talk about it. I was told I was the first person he spoke to in months. But as for the actual events…only Chris and JC know that.”

“Do you think he loves Justin?” she asked.

Lance nodded. “But it’ll be a long time before he admits it to Justin, or even to himself for that matter.” He leaned over to turn off the lamp, bathing the room in the moonlight from the window.

“I just hope Justin can wait until JC’s ready…”


He was ready.

Chris looked at the picture again, dark eyes narrowing at the sight of the two boys in the old photograph. They’d stolen the money to pay for the photograph from the night watchman’s pocket…JC deftly lifting his wallet as Chris kept his attention. JC fingers had been nimble and quick, and they’d gotten enough to buy a bottle of beer as well as to pay for the photograph. Thinking back now, Chris wasn’t sure why he’d wanted a picture of the two of them, it was just something he wanted, and when Chris wanted something, that was it.

Now he was ready to act. He’d had ten years to think about it. Ten years to plan, ten years to wait. He’d watched as JC became successful. He’d watched as he took in Chris’ leavings, first Lonnie, then Britney. He’d watched and waited until the right time and knew that it had finally come.

The boy was the key.

From what he’d learned from spies and informants, JC and the boy were now lovers, and happy ones, too. It was enough to make Chris writhe with gut-burning anger and jealousy.

So now he had his weapon. Justin, the pretty piano player that JC was fucking. He was, Chris knew, the perfect way to make JC pay for what he’d done.

Chris lifted the picture and touched it to the the candle on his desk, taking a savage delight as the flames curled and burned JC’s image. He blew out the candle and got into bed, his cock hard at the thought of JC and how he’ll pay. He slipped a hand under the sheets, thinking of JC and his new, pretty boy…

He came in a rush of hate, aimed solely at JC…hating him…loving him…know that finally, his revenge was ready…


“Are you ready?”

JC looked down at Justin’s face. The younger man’s eyes were glazed with passion, his mouth open and panting, his skin shiny with sweat. JC grasped one of Justin’s hands and linked fingers with him as the other pushed between their clasped bodies. Justin looked at JC, eyes locking, and he nodded, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Please, Josh…I need you inside me,” he begged, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips in need.

JC leaned down and kissed him. His hand guided his own cock, and JC slid in, meeting some resistance. He watched as Justin’s eyes opened wide at the intrusion, and tried to withdraw. Justin, however, had other ideas and wrapped his legs around JC’s hips, pulling him in even more.

“God, Justin, don’t,” JC begged as Justin moved more, twisting closer, heels digging. “You don’t…you can’t…oh, god…” JC pushed all the way in, reveling in the heat and tightness of Justin. He pulled out a bit, then drove back in, hips pumping in and out in a wild, hot rhythm.

The sensations were driving Justin wild. He felt a tingle deep inside as JC drove into him, and that and the friction of their locked bodies against his own cock was enough to drive him to come. He felt JC moving in him and held him tighter, squeezing him close, knowing he was close. He looked up at JC over him. The older man’s eyes were closed tight, his skin pulled taut across his cheekbones. I love you, Justin thought, love you…love you…love you…

Justin’s orgasm took him just as he heard JC shout his own climax. Justin held his lover close as he trembled atop of him, his hand stroking down JC’s back. Finally, the tremors stilled and JC rolled off Justin, but keeping on arm draped over the boy’s chest. He lifted a shaky hand to touch the curls that so fascinated him and dropped a kiss on his shoulder.

“You were right, you know,” he said, his voice deep with emotion.

Justin looked at him quizzically. “About what?”

JC lifted a hand and waved it over them both. “This. Us. You.” He leaned over and turned off the light, then settled Justin into his usual place across his chest.

“You were definitely ready.”



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