“Yes.” “Are you sure Britney didn’t send you everything?” Justin shook his head. “There’s letters and pictures and…stuff.” Justin unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. “You don’t have to come in,” he told JC. “No, I’ll come,” JC said, watching Justin leave the car and run through the rain to Britney’s house. Justin needed closure. At least, that’s what JC kept telling himself, and that’s why JC agreed with this daylight adventure into Britney’s house. Justin swore there were things Britney had kept, and he wanted them back. Even if he had to sneak into Britney’s house to get them. JC, for his part, just wanted Justin to be safe. So he insisted on coming along. JC squinted through the rain as Britney’s front door opened. Justin waved to JC. JC sighed again and headed through the rain to the door. He found the door propped open, a small figurine of a fairy lodged to keep it open. JC bent and picked up the fairy, closing the door behind him. Shaking off drops of water, he looked for Justin. A crash came from the living room. “Justin?” JC called, skidding across the smooth floors. Justin was standing next to the mantle, a pile of picture frames at his feet. He turned hard eyes on JC. “Pictures. Fucking pictures!” He kicked at the frames on the floor, and then aimed a foot at picture on the coffee table, sending the glass and chrome and wood flying through the air. “Justin, stop,” JC said, coming to his friend and grabbing his arm. “You can’t do this, J. Don’t let her do this to you.” He leaned down and picked up the pictures on the floor, replacing them on the mantle. Justin nodded. “I know, I know,” he admitted. “But it hurts, man. It hurts.” “I know,” JC agreed. “What you need to do is find someone else, show her that she doesn’t matter anymore.” “Yeah, you’re right,” Justin said, wiping his eyes and going to a bookcase. He withdrew a photo album and pulled out some pictures. “I should have brought a girl with me today,” he joked. JC laughed. “Yeah, and videotape yourselves having sex on her bed.” “That’s classic!” Justin said, pocketing the pictures and moving to the kitchen. He opened a drawer, his breath catching at what he found. “Seems the gods are with me.” He held up a small video camera. JC laughed again. “But no girl, J,” he said, placing the last picture in place. Justin looked at the camera thoughtfully. “No, no girl,” he said softly. “But you’re here.” “Hmm? What?” JC said, not really listening. Justin cleared his throat. “I said, you’re here.” JC blinked. “You want to have sex? With me? And tape it?” A tinge of pink stained Justin’s cheeks. “Maybe not have sex, but.” He looked up at JC with hopeful eyes. “Make out?” JC’s eyes dropped to Justin’s mouth and he felt his blush deepen. “Never mind,” he murmured, putting the camera back, only to have his movements stopped as JC covered his hand. The older man had moved quickly and silently to stand next to Justin. “That would certainly piss Britney off,” JC mused. “More than you know,” Justin told him. “She was always jealous of you.” “Of me?” JC smiled, lifting a finger and running it down Justin’s cheek. “Why?” Justin shrugged, backing up a bit. “Not sure. Just always said snarky things when we’d have plans. Things like ‘Oh, JC will be there. That will make you happy, won’t it?’” JC took the camera from Justin’s hand. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing the younger man’s wrist and pulling him toward the bedroom. JC looked around in horror at the white and pink room. “You slept here?” he asked pushing Justin onto the bed and scooping off the stuffed animals. “Not very easily,” Justin said, turning on the camera. He watched JC out of the corner of his eye as the older man stripped off his wet jacket and outer shirt, leaving him clad in only a small black beater, the hem of which didn’t even reach to the top of his low slung jeans. Justin swallowed at the sight of warm, tan skin and tight denim coming toward him. “Ready?” JC said as he slid his knees onto the bed, straddling Justin’s legs. Justin swallowed. “On sec.” He adjusted the video camera, flipping off the volume. “Go.” Their eyes locked ask JC lowered his head. JC smiled slyly, nipping Justin’s lip. “How do we look?” he asked, running his tongue over Justin’s mouth. “Not sure,” Justin said. He flipped the screen to face the two men. “Wow. Just…wow.” JC looked over at the small screen. They did, indeed, look hot. “Let’s make it look good, shall we?” JC said, pulling Justin’s lip with his teeth, making the other man groan. “Feel good?” Justin’s free hand skimmed the skin under JC’s shirt, reveling in the hot heat he found there. His own heat was starting to rise as JC’s kisses deepened, his tongue sneaking into Justin’s mouth. He felt JC press harder against his lap, making Justin aware that JC wasn’t unaffected, either. Justin dropped the camera on the bed as he pulled JC closer, all thoughts but the other man gone from his head. He pulled JC’s head closer, slanting his mouth across JC’s and plunging his tongue inside. His other hand snaked under JC’s shirt, then dipped into the low riding pants, grabbing JC’s ass and pressing the older man close. They tumbled back onto the bed, feasting on each other’s mouth, humping hard against each other’s cocks. The kissed and rubbed and sucked and moaned for endless moments. JC finally pulled away, leaning above Justin with questioning eyes. No word spoken, but each knew, each realized that something had changed. It had gone way beyond any trick, any revenge into something…deeper. Something special. JC smiled softly, leaning down to take Justin’s mouth when a sound caught his attention. He looked at Justin with wide eyes. “Shit,” he said, scrambling off the bed. “Britney’s back.” “Jesus, fuck!” Justin said, slipping off the bed and grabbing JC’s arm. “Here…in here,” he ordered, pulling JC into one of the mirrored closets lining the hallway. They pushed through the coats in the closet to the back, Justin covering JC’s body and pressing him against the wall. They heard Britney walk pass. She was talking, but must have been on her phone as no one answered her. She went past the closet to her room, then back again, then back once more. Justin’s breath was hot on JC’s neck as the two men held still. “Sorry about this,” Justin whispered into JC’s ear. “I’m not,” JC said back, nibbling Justin’s neck. “JC…” “Shh…” JC scolded, licking Justin’s ear before biting the lobe. “You have to be very…very…quiet,” JC told him, pulling Justin’s hips close to his own. “Or we’ll get caught.” “Jaaayyyccceeee,” Justin groaned, shivering as JC’s fingers dipped into Justin’s pants. They both paused when they heard the shower being turned on. Justin pulled away and peeked out the closet door. “I think we can leave now,” Justin said. JC held Justin back from opening the door. “Justin?” He pulled Justin’s face to his and kissed him hard. “This isn’t over, you know that?” Justin pulled at JC’s lip with his teeth. “God I hope not.” *** Britney rubbed her hair with the towel and padded into the bedroom. She looked at the bed, noticing the lack of stuffed animals and the rumpled bed covers. She walked to edge, her foot hitting something under the ruffle. Her face scrunched in puzzlement as she pulled the video camera from the floor. She flipped the machine off, and then rewound the tape. She sat on the bed and pressed “play.”
JC sighed as Justin rolled down the window. He caught Justin’s reflection on the side mirror as the other man watched Britney drive away. “Are you sure you need to do this?”