Dress up


“Why so glum?”

The words, softly spoken, pulled JC out of his thoughts. He glanced next to him, eyes flicking over the woman sitting on the bar stool beside him. “Just thinking,” he replied, wishing she would go away. Why did women always hit on him when he wanted to be alone?

“It’s too nice a night to think so hard,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.

A Cosmo, JC figured, spying the red liquid. He peered at the woman, noting her long blonde hair and tinted glasses obscured most of her features, but he did notice her mouth. It was pink and shiny and for some reason, attractive to JC. He watched as she took another sip, tongue darting out and licking the rim of her glass.

“You think so?” JC said, turning in his seat and facing the woman.

She nodded, blonde hair spilling across her shoulders. “I mean, here we are, at a party, packed with celebrities,” she waved a bejeweled hand toward the other part of the bar, “and here you are, all sad and lonely.” She ran a finger along the rim of her drink glass, then brought it to her lips. “Is there anyway I can cheer you up?”

JC blinked as a surge of desire coursed through him at the woman’s actions. He was more shocked by his response than by her blatant come-on. Women hadn’t interested him in a long, long time. Long before he’d become involved with… “Uh, no, I don’t think so,” he finally said, turning back to face the bar.

“Too bad.” She crossed her legs on the barstool, the slit in her skirt opening and displaying a hint of stocking and garter belt to JC’s gaze. “I’d like the help you forget whoever it is that disappointed you. At least for a little while.” She slipped a hand onto JC’s thigh, moving it slowly along JC’s leg, digging in softly with her neatly manicured nails.

Again, JC felt a powerful surge of desire. He covered her hand with his own, pulling it off his leg and bringing it above the bar. “No, I don’t think so,” he said, trying to pull his hand away but unable to by her surprisingly strong grip. He watched, fascinated, as she picked up his hand, drawing it to her mouth and slipped one of his fingers between her shiny, pink lips. She tongued and nibbled and sucked JC’s finger. JC, despite his protests, sat stock-still, unable to move. He shivered as she slipped a second finger into her mouth and moaned softly, the rumble of her vocal chords sending goose bumps down JC’s spine.

She slowly removed JC’s fingers, leaning in toward him until their faces were millimeters apart. “Still no?” she whispered seconds before her lips touched JC’s.

For the third time that night, desire shoot through JC. The lips on his were soft and knew their business. Slowly, her tongue slipped out, licking JC’s lips until they opened, and finally, she swept inside JC’s mouth. Her taste sweet and spicy and…wait.

Wait one minute.

JC pulled away a bit, slipping off the woman’s tinted glasses. Bright blue eyes stared back at him. Familiar blue eyes.

Justin’s blue eyes.

“What? I don’t…”

Justin’s fingers on his lips shushed JC’s words. “Shh,” he said, leaning in and licking at JC’s mouth again. “Surprised?” JC nodded. “Like it?” JC nodded again. “Good, because I do, too.” He kissed JC again, taking the hand that was on the bar and slipping it under Justin’s skirt.

JC felt Justin shudder at JC’s hand on his thigh. The silk stocking was slick and tight, and Justin’s skin right above the stocking was smooth. JC realized he must have shaved his legs, which sent another shiver of desire through JC. Their mouths parted, and JC moved his mouth to Justin’s ear. “I couldn’t figure out why I was attracted to you,” he said, nipping a bit hard on Justin’s earlobe. “Such a fucking tease you are,” JC scolded.

Justin’s hand had moved back to JC’s leg and was now cupping his raging erection. “I’m a bad girl,” he said, squeezing JC hard. “Do you think I need to be…disciplined?” Justin slid his hand into JC’s pants, fisting JC’s cock, running his nails, his long, manicured girl’s nails, over JC’s cock.

“Oh, god, yes, you do.” JC’s own hand was still exploring under Justin’s skirt, groaning when he realized he was wearing a thong under his garter belt. His hand found the space between his ass, rubbing and searching until finally, with a small bit of force, inserted a finger into Justin’s ass.

Justin arched, coming to stand up right next to JC, leaning into the other man as his hand worked magic under Justin’s skirt. He moved until he was straddling JC’s leg on the bar stool, humping JC's leg as JC slipped a second finger inside and made short work of Justin, bringing him to a blinding climax right there in the bar. Justin shuddered as the wave of emotion passed though him, clinging to JC. He felt JC’s hand in his hair—his fake hair—pulling back his head and kissing him soundly.

JC’s hard cock was still pressed against Justin thigh. “My turn,” he said, moving Justin a bit until both of the younger man’s legs were across JC’s thighs. JC quickly undid his pants, exposing his hard cock for just a second before he slipped Justin on his lap, his skirt riding high. Justin was wet and open and JC slid right in. “Now, you can’t scream,” JC warned, moving Justin slightly, “because we’ll get caught,” he nodded toward the other people in the bar, “but you’re so hot dressed like that, and I’ve missed you so much, and yes, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in public where we know what we’re doing but no one else does and how does that make you feel?”

Justin shivered as JC lifted him a bit, then impaled himself into Justin again. “Like a slutty girl who wants to fuck you just as badly,” he said, pulling at JC’s bottom lip with his teeth.

“Yeah, but whose slutty girl are you?” JC reached under Justin’s skirt again, rubbing his hands over Justin’s stockings before moving and grasping Justin’s rapidly re-hardening cock.

Justin squeezed his ass, feeling JC come in a torrent of come and shivers. “Yours,” he said, holding the other man close.

***

“Listen to this from Page Six,” Justin said the next morning. “`Nsync Boy Toy JC Chasez was seen dirty dancing with a hot blonde girl all night at Puff Daddy’s New Year’s Eve Shindig. Our sources report that the unidentified woman and Chasez were seen leaving after a night of dancing and snogging, both on and off the floor. Other’s at the party were…’ How about that?” Justin laughed. “I’m a hot blonde girl.”

JC lifted a hand, pulling Justin’s extensions, then moved it slowly down Justin’s, pulling back the sheet and opening him up to JC’s gaze. “You do make a hot girl,” he said, rubbing his hand along Justin’s hair free legs, then back up to the panties he was wearing. “You blow me away sometimes, baby,” he said, moving down Justin’s body and nuzzling his silk encased cock.

“Oh, yeah?” Justin shivered as JC’s teeth scraped along his cock through the silk. “I could say something obvious…oh, god…but I think you’ve already got the idea.”

JC tugged a bit, letting Justin’s cock free. “I love you, slutty girl,” JC said before slipping Justin into his mouth.



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