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JC picked up the can opening tool and pried open the top of the paint can. He smiled as he spied the color of the paint, happy with his choice. He slipped the can opener in the back pocket of his cut-offs as he lifted the stir stick, placing it in the paint and swirling it around. Nodding again at his choice of paint, he rose from the tarp-covered floor and walked to the pile of furniture in the room. Moving under the drop cloth, he flipped on the stereo, choosing a salsa cd and pressing play.

The sounds of trumpets and guitars and castanets filled the room as JC picked up the can of paint and brush and climbed the ladder next to the wall. He moved his brush against the wall in rhythm to the music, his strokes of paint filled with the passion he felt through the music.

JC worked hard through the next two hours, steadily applying the paint to the walls off his house. He’d gone from salsa to hip-hop and was currently belting out disco. He’d gotten too hot doing his painting and had removed his shirt, and somehow had managed to flick splotches of paint all over. He poured more paint onto his rolling pan, loading up his roller and attacking the last wall with glee.

That’s how Justin found him. JC was totally involved in his work, belting out “Turn the Beat Around,” diva hips swinging to the music. Justin smiled at the sight of those hips, slender and taut and covered by sexy threadbare cut-offs that should be illegal to wear. JC’s back was covered by a fine sheen of sweat. Justin swallowed, watching the muscles of his back as he worked the roller against the wall. Justin groaned as JC squatted down to roll the paint near the bottom of the wall, then stood back up, flipping his hair as he turned around, finally spying Justin standing in the room.

“Well, hello, baby,” he said adding more paint to his roller. “What brings you over here today? I thought you were meeting Chris before we went out tonight.”

Justin’s mouth went dry. The front of JC was covered with flecks of paint over his fabulous chest. “Uh, no, we decided to meet here.”

“Hmmm,” JC said, silently laughing at Justin’s pained expression. The two men had lived together for years, but sometimes Justin still acted like a scared virgin. While it was puzzling to JC, it was also hot as hell, like initiating Justin all over again. JC saw the bulge in Justin’s pants and knew this was one of those times.

“So, what do you think?” JC said, laying down the roller and waking over to Justin. He stood close to the other man as they observed the painted room together.

“You went with the green,” Justin said.

“Yeah, I thought it would look good, and voilia!” He waved a hand at the room, making sure he waved his arm in front of Justin’s face. “See how wonderful it looks?” JC smiled as Justin’s eyes closed after getting a whiff of JC’s sweaty smell.

“Yeah,” Justin said, his voice strained. “It looks great.” He turned to JC. “Looks good on you, too.” Justin lifted a hand and ran it down JC’s chest, smearing a bit of the paint against JC’s skin. “And here I thought you’d be a neat painter, the kind that never got paint on anything but the walls.”

JC looked down at Justin’s hand on his chest. “Hmm…maybe you should help me clean up?’ he suggested, lifting Justin’s hand and licking the palm. JC dropped the Justin’s hand and left the room, walking up the stairs.

Justin stood frozen to the ground. Sometimes, JC just overwhelmed him. He heard the shower running upstairs and grinned broadly.

And sometimes, he liked to be overwhelmed. He ran up the stairs, peeling his clothes off as he climbed up JC.



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