Down on the Farm


“Shit!”

JC’s head peeked around. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Justin leaned a hand on the stall, lifting up his shoe and scowling. “Exactly what I said, shit,” he complained, scraping the offending substance off his shoe.

JC laughed, bending back to his task. “It’s called manure here, and I did warn you about wearing $300 sneakers on a farm.”

Justin finished cleaning his shoe and gingerly walked to where JC was. He looked at the other man and shook his head in amazement. How many would be shocked to see the famous JC Chasez like this?

JC noticed Justin’s stare. “What?”

“I’m just amazed by you, that’s all,” Justin said, leaning back and watching JC work.

For it was indeed work. JC’s cheek was pressed against the cow’s side, and his strong hands were pulling at the teats with steady, sure squeezes. Justin always knew that milk came from cows, of course, but never thought he’d actually see it being done. And be done by JC Chasez.

“Why? That I can do manual labor like this?”

“And that you’d want to,” Justin said.

“You should try it sometime,” JC said, laughing when Justin yelped and jumped as JC aimed a stream of milk at him. “Make an honest man of you.”

“I’m honest enough without touching cow, thanks,” Justin said. “Are you enjoying being here?”

JC’s smile was brilliant. “You have no idea, Just. I feel like I’m twelve again.”

Justin was happy to see JC so happy, though them being at his grandparent’s farm did cause some problem. There was no television, no radio. In fact, there was no electricity at all except for a generator to run the refrigerator. Breakfast was never cereal, and dinner was at 4 p.m. Not to mention the huge amount of JC’s Mennonite family around, too. Normally, being around family wasn’t a problem. Except that the Chasez’s had no idea who Justin was and he wasn’t used to such anonymity.

But there was a bigger problem with being around JC’s family. They didn’t know about JC and Justin.

Which meant they couldn’t be a couple. “You could at least be a bit unhappy that we can’t be together, you know,” Justin said, his voice tinged with a pout.

JC looked up at him. “We talked about this, Justin, and you agreed.”

Justin looked down, kicking at some hay in the stall. “I know I did. I just didn’t realize it would be so hard. I’m not used to hiding it, that’s all.”

“What?” JC laughed. “Justin, we’re always hiding it!”

“We don’t hide it from family” Justin countered.

“This is different,” JC said, rising up from the milking stool. He put the bucket of milk off to the side, and then moved the cow back into the stall, closing the door. He stood next to Justin, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “You know how it is here, baby. They just wouldn’t understand.”

Justin was skeptical. “They love you, Josh. I think you could do anything and they’d accept it.”

JC shook his head. “No, not this. It’s against God in their eyes, Justin. That’s how’d they see it. And for all their tolerance of me being in show business, this would not be accepted.” JC took a deep breath before continuing. “And I cannot lose them.”

Justin’s eyes widened. “What does that mean? That you can lose me?”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” JC explained. “Why does it have to be a choice? Why can’t they not know, and we just control ourselves for the next three days?”

Justin saw the anxiety in JC’s eyes, and knew to back off. “All right,” he said. He peeked over his shoulder, making sure there was no one near the barn. “I love you,” he said, leaning in and snagging JC’s lips with his own for a quick, hot kiss. “Let’s get the milk up to the house,” Justin said, reaching down for the bucket.


Three days later, Justin needed to remind JC of his own pledge. For the past hour the two men have been helping JC’s grandmother shell peas at the kitchen table. And for the past hour, JC has run his foot against Justin’s leg. Over his jeans. Under his jeans. Up to his knee. Past his knee. And the little prick was the picture of innocence, sitting there so smugly, talking to his granny, hands full of peas. Damn JC and his habit of wearing flip-flops, which made his feet bare whenever he felt like it. And damn himself for falling for such a shit-eating tease.

“Let me get you some more tea, Justin,” Mrs. Chasez said, rising from the table.

Justin smiled. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said, watching as she left leave the table. Justin used the opportunity of her absence to glare at JC, but to no effect. JC just smiled, and scooted down in his chair, making his leg stretch even closer and allowing his toes to touch Justin’s groin. Justin jolted at the touch. He threw some peas at JC, but it only increased the pressure of his toes. Justin decided to go with it.

He scooted his chair closer to the table, giving JC a bit better access to Justin’s groin. Justin muffled a groan of pleasure when the pressure of JC’s foot increased.

“Here you are, Justin,” Mrs. Chasez said, handing him the tea. “You looked flushed, so drink up.”

Justin closed his eyes, gulping down the tea. It really wasn’t fair, he thought. JC had said no contact while they were at the farm…doesn’t he realize this counts as contact? Justin felt a particularly nasty twist of toes on his cock and yelped, shoving his chair back and standing up so quickly it fell to the floor with a crash.

“Justin?” Mrs. Chasez said. “Are you alright?”

Justin nodded. “Yes ma’am. I just, uh, need some fresh air, that’s all.”

“All right, dear,” she said as Justin left the kitchen.

JC and his grandmother shelled peas in silence for a while, until Mrs. Chasez spoke. “You know, that wasn’t very nice of you, Joshua.”

JC’s hands stilled on the peas. “I’m sorry?”

“Teasing Justin like that,” Mrs. Chasez said. “The boy is trying to be good, but that didn’t help any.”

“Grandma,” JC said, a bit perplexed. “I’m not sure what you’re saying here.”

“I’m saying,” she continued, “that teasing the boy like that, when you’ve obviously told him there can be no contact here, wasn’t nice.”

JC looked at her, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

“Joshua, please,” she continued. “You thought we didn’t know?” He nodded. “And you were scared we wouldn’t approve?” He nodded again. “Well, you were wrong, weren’t you?” He nodded emphatically.

“When, I mean how, I mean…I don’t understand,” JC sputtered.

Mrs. Chasez laid a soft hand over JC’s. “Your parents told us years ago, Joshua,” she explained. “At first, we did not understand this need you had to love another man, but seeing you this week with Justin, it became quite clear your love is genuine and real. And that his love for you is genuine and real as well.”

“I thought you’d be angry,” JC whispered. “Or disappointed.”

Mrs. Chasez shook her head. “You could never be a disappointment to us, Joshua!” she admonished. “You are our family, and nothing you could do would change our love for you.”

A ghost of a smile crossed JC’s lips. “Justin said the same thing,” he observed.

“He’s a smart boy,” Mrs. Chasez said. “After all, he picked you to love.” JC smiled goofily at her. “Go find him and make it up to him.”

JC scrambled out of his chair. “Grandma, you’re amazing!” he proclaimed, kissing her on the cheek.

Mrs. Chasez grabbed his arm before he could leave. “The only thing in this world we want it for you to be happy, Joshua,” she explained. “If you’ve found love with Justin, then that is God’s will, and we accept His directions in all things.” She reached up and kissed him back. “Now go!”

Justin was in the corn shed. The shed was empty, this year’s harvest already sent to market, and next year’s still in the field. Justin was pacing back and forth across the shed floor, stopping to kick the pile of empty corn sacks piled up against the wall. Justin looked up as the door opened. He spied JC silhouetted against the bright sunlight. “I think you’d better leave me alone right now,” Justin warned. JC entered the shed, closing the door behind him and leaning up against the wood. “No, I don’t think I will,” he said casually.

“Want to torture me some more, do you?” Justin accused. “Get me all hot and bothered? Get me hornier than I’ve ever been in my whole life? Then leave me twisting in the wind?”

JC cocked his head in thought. “Yes, yes, yes, and no.”

Justin blinked in confusion. “What?”

JC left his perch against the door, walking to Justin with slow, measured steps. “Yes, I want to torture you some more,” he said, standing in front of Justin. “Yes, I want to get you all hot and bothered,” he continued, reaching out a hand to unbutton Justin’s shirt. “Yes, I want you hornier than you’ve ever been in your whole life,” JC explained, slipping the shirt off Justin, then scraping his fingernails lightly against Justin’s nipples. “But no, I have no intention of leaving you twisting in the wind,” JC said before slamming his mouth against Justin’s.

Justin’s mind was too clouded by desire to question JC’s actions. All he wanted, all he needed, was right in front of him, kissing him, touching him. How…why it happened wasn’t important.

Justin answered JC’s kiss, opening his mouth wide, and sucking JC’s tongue inside. He nibbled and licked and loved JC’s mouth until they both broke away, gasping for air. Justin used that break to start an assault on JC’s throat, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin. Justin’s hands were busy, too, rapidly removing the clothing that impeded his access to the rest of JC’s flesh. Buttons flew and zippers scraped and Justin fell to his knees.

The feel of JC in his mouth was heaven. He was hot and hard and salty and sweet and oh, felt so good! Justin’s throat worked hard, his tongue sweeping over the skin, his hands anchoring JC still as the other man thrust into Justin’s mouth. He felt JC’s hands on his head, felt the shudder run though JC that Justin knew signaled his readiness, and with one last, huge pull of tongue and teeth, JC came.

Justin’s eyes narrowed at the satisfied expression on JC’s face. He rose quickly, grabbing the older man by the shoulders and tossing him onto the pile of corn sacks.

JC looked up, a surprised but pleased expression on his face as he regarded Justin towering above him. “Your turn,” he said, pulling Justin down on top of him. Justin shuddered as JC spread his legs, inviting him inside, giving Justin his ultimate expression of love. They clasped hands and gazes as their bodies and hearts joined.

“These are scratchy,” JC complained some time later. Justin was lying across his chest, the two men still undressed but covered by corn sacks.

Justin lifted up a sack of JC’s chest, kissing the exposed skin. “There,” he said. “Feel better?”

JC wriggled a bit. “No, but keep it up and I will,” he said with a laugh.

Justin traced an idle finger across JC’s chest. “So, you want to tell me what happened here?” he asked.

“Justin, I know it had been a while, but come on, don’t tell me you forgot what that was!” JC joked.

Justin rose up and pinned JC with a look. “I’m serious,” he said, his eyes sober. “I thought you…here…we agreed no sex on the farm,” he finally stated. “What changed your mind?”

JC smiled. “My grandma,” he explained. “She said they knew, and I wasn’t to tease you any more.”

Justin laid his head on JC’s chest in exasperation. “They know?” he said, his words muffled. “I thought we were good at hiding it!”

JC laughed. “She said they’ve known for years,” he continued. “And though it was hard to understand in the beginning, seeing us together makes her realize it’s God’s plan for us to love one another.”

Justin’s smile was wide and happy. “I told you it would be okay!” he exclaimed.

JC rolled his eyes. “Yes, oh wise and knowing one, you were right.” JC pushed Justin off, grabbing his clothes and throwing Justin’s to his. “But that doesn’t mean we can sleep in the same bed here, you know,” JC reminded him. “They may accept our love, but we’re not married or anything. Their tolerance will only go so far.”

Justin pulled JC close to him. “As long as we don’t have to hide, I’m fine,” he agreed.

“You’re not that good at it anyway,” JC teased, pulling away to resume dressing.

“Can I help it your studly magnificence makes it hard for me to resist you?”

JC pondered that. “No, I guess not,” he agreed, dodging Justin as he grabbed for him.

They left the corn shed together, to join the family, to share their love.



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