Justin
rewound the tape to watch again. And again, he watched, confused and perplexed.
It was days after the taping, and this was the first opportunity he’d had to
view their Disney Channel concert. What he’d found was odd, to say the least.
He rewound the tape for a third time, pausing the tape at one particular moment.
No doubt about it. JC and Jonathan were glaring at each other with extreme
dislike.
He
remembered the filming and the events that led up to the ride throughout the
animal park. They had performed their concert the night before, and were
spending the day filming interviews and tours of the parks. In fact, they had
been so busy that JC and Justin had found no time to be alone for days, and had
finally snagged a moment together…
“Damn,”
JC said between kisses along Justin’s neck. “You taste good.” JC liked a
trail of fire until he reached Justin’s mouth, nibbling Justin’s lips.
“Like sunshine and all kinds of delicious things,” he finished, slipping his
tongue inside.
“Hmmm,”
Justin moaned, moving against JC as the older man trapped him between his body
and the faux wood of the Animal Kindom’s Tree of Life. “Do I?” Justin
hissed, pulling JC close.
“Hmmm,
yes,” JC confirmed. “I could eat you up.” He pulled away a bit, locking
his eyes with Justin’s. “Every little bit of you,” he smiled, leaning back
in for another kiss.
“Justin?”
The two men froze at the sound of Jonathan’s voice. JC slowly moved from
Justin, turning away from him just as Jonathan came into view.
“There
you are!” Jonathan said. “Mama said we’re going on the animal ride now, so
come on!” He grabbed Justin’s hand, then paused when he finally saw JC.
“Oh. JC, you’re supposed to on the ride already.” He gripped Justin’s
hand tighter and pulled him out into the open.
Justin
threw JC a look of helplessness and smiled down at Jonathan. “Let’s go,
buddy,” he said.
After
that, they all boarded the safari ride, JC sitting in front of Justin, who had
Jonathan on his lap. Justin couldn’t remember much of the ride, except that
Jonathan enjoyed it and JC was very quiet. They went through the park twice to
get all the shots the director wanted, and after that…was a blur of more
appearances, more camera shots, more takes. Which was why Justin was glad to
have the tape to watch how it all came out. And he’d enjoyed it until this
moment, when he realized that JC and Jonathan disliked each other.
Justin
snorted. “Dislike, nothing,” he said out loud. “Those two hate each other.”
He
sat for a moment contemplating what it all meant, and knew he had to have some
kind of answer. He ejected the tape, grabbed his keys, and headed out.
“Josh?”
Justin called out as he entered JC’s house. “Are you here?”
JC
came out of the kitchen, towel in hand. “Justin, what are you doing here?”
he asked. “Not that I’m upset to see you,” he said, leaning in and
snagging Justin’s mouth for a quick kiss. “But I thought you were staying
with your dad for a while.”
Justin
held up the tape. “I need you to watch something with me,” he said, moving
over to the VCR and turning on the television.
JC
watched the tape, smiling when he saw what it was. “I haven’t watched mine
yet, how do we sound?”
“We
sound fine, Josh, but that’s not what I brought it over for.” Justin watched
the tape closely, hands on the remote ready to pause. “Here it is!” he
exclaimed, freezing the tape at the exact moment where JC and Jonathan were
engaged in their silent war.
“Here’s
what?” JC asked, squinting at the television. His expression hardened when he
recognized himself on the screen. He looked over at Justin. “So?”
“So?” Justin blinked. “You want to tell my why my little brother hates you,
and why it seems as if the feeling is returned?”
“Not
really,” JC said, rising from the couch and walking back into the kitchen.
Justin
was hard on his heels. “Uh huh, Josh,” he said, grabbing his arm. “You
can’t just leave it at that!”
“Please,
Justin, just drop it.”
“No,
Josh.” He raised a hand to JC face. “I need to know why…he’s just a
little boy. My little brother.”
“I
know who he is very well Justin,” he said, his jaw clenched tightly.
“Can’t we just drop this?”
Justin
considered JC’s expression and the light dawned. “You’re jealous.”
JC’s
eyes closed. “Yes, I am.”
Justin
shook his head in confusion. “But why? You have a little brother, too. You
know how lonely I was growing up, how happy I was when Jon was born. Why would
you be jealous of me for having Jonathan?”
JC’s
eyes pinned Justin’s, eyes filled with pain. “I’m not jealous of you for
having Jonathan,” he said. “I’m jealous of him.”
Justin
was taken aback. “Jealous of Jonathan? I don’t understand.”
JC
sighed. “Can’t we drop this?” he asked once again.
“No.
I need to understand.”
“No,
you really don’t,” JC warned him.
“Josh…”
“Fine,
you want to know? Want to know why I’m jealous of Jonathan?” JC’s eyes
burned with icy rage. “Because I’m jealous of anyone who has your attention,
anyone you look at, anyone you smile at, and anyone you talk to that isn’t [i]
me[/i].” He moved closer to Justin, standing face to face with the younger
man. “I want you all for myself, Justin. I want to keep you away from everyone
else, hide you away so only I can see you, I can love you, I can have you.”
He
turned away from Justin surprised face and walked over to the sink, grabbing
hold of the counter so tightly his knuckles were white. “Now you know how much…what
I feel…and it’s not good for either of us. I always knew that once you found
out how strong my obsession with you is, you’d leave.” JC’s voice shook.
“And I’m not sure I could stand that later, after I’ve had you. So go,
Justin, get as far away from me as possible, because I love you so much, I love
you too much, and can’t…just go.” He voice trailed off to a whisper as he
lowered his head in resignation.
JC’s
words rang in Justin’s head, the emotions the older man felt coming through
his by the tremble in his voice. “I had no idea.” Justin moved next to JC
and placing a hand on his shoulder. He felt JC stiffen at the touch.
“I
had no idea,” Justin repeated, “you were such a fucking idiot!”
JC
whirled around to face Justin. “What?”
“Jesus
Christ, Josh!” Justin said. “I’ve loved you since I was twelve years old.
I nearly died when you went to Los Angeles, and only came alive again when you
returned. You’d damn well better feel that way about me, because I sure as
hell feel that way about you!” He pulled JC close and slammed his mouth
against JC’s.
The
kiss was hot and hard as Justin pried JC’s lips apart, taking JC’s mouth and
making it his own. His hand held JC’s head still as his tongue delved deep
inside.
JC
responded automatically, holding his hands over Justin’s, moving against the
other man. Desire poured through him as he felt Justin’s body close to his,
the other man’s hard erection pressing into him. JC moaned as Justin’s hands
moved down his body, stopping to curve around JC’s ass to pull them even
closer together. With a great effort he pulled his mouth away. “Justin, stop,
listen to me.”
Justin
shook his head, his mouth moving down JC’s neck, sucking and biting at the
tasty skin he found there. “No, Josh, you listen to me.” He raised his head,
pinning JC with a hot gaze. “I love you. I’ve loved you my whole life.” He
pulled one of JC’s hands to him, holding it over his chest. “Feel this,
Josh,” he said. “Feel my heart. It’s beating for you.” Justin moved
JC’s hand down to his crotch. “Feel that,” he repeated, holding JC’s
hand over his straining erection. “I’m hard for you, Josh. Only you.”
JC’s
hand automatically curled around Justin’s throbbing cock. His eyes glazed with
passion. Justin watched the desire cross JC’s face and knew he had him. He
slipped JC’s hand inside his sweatpants, stifling a moan at the contact of
flesh on flesh. Justin leaned in to whisper against JC’s lips. “Take it,
Josh, Take [i] me[/i], then you’ll know I belong to you.”
JC
could refuse no longer. His mouth covered Justin’s as he pushed the younger
man backwards toward the island counter. Justin felt a whoosh of air as JC
slipped to his knees in front of him, taking his sweatpants down at the same
time, then felt an unbelievable heat as JC’s mouth enveloped Justin’s cock.
The
feelings were so incredible that Justin could barely breath. The mouth on his
cock was hot and hard and cool and soft and oh my god his teeth and he’s
sucking and oh my god oh my god oh my god…Justin’s breathing was rapid and
he grasped the counter for support as JC continued his assault on Justin’s
cock. Justin looked down just as JC pulled his mouth away for a moment, quickly
licking of his own fingers before resuming his oral attack on Justin’s’ cock.
Then fabulous suction resumed, but this time, there was the added sensation of
JC’s hands moving around behind him, separating his cheeks and oh my god oh my
god oh my god…
The
feeling was like nothing Justin had ever felt. JC was moving inside of him, he
was inside JC, and lights were exploding behind his eyes as his orgasm shot from
him. Justin had barely finished coming when he felt JC pull him down to his lap,
closing his mouth over Justin’s in a rough kiss has he pushed his covered
erection against Justin’s bare ass. Justin moved against JC, grinding himself
against JC, wanting, needing to get closer to the older man, wanting, [i]
needing[/i] to give JC pleasure. He felt JC stiffen, then become limp as a
dampness spread against Justin’s skin.
After
they’d recovered and cleaned up—in separate bathrooms, much to Justin’s
chagrin—they decided to watch the Disney video again. They had yet to talk
about what had happened in the kitchen, or what had precipitated it. If it
weren’t for a slight soreness, Justin would think he’d imagined it.
“Lance
has got to darken his hair,” JC said, laughing at their band mate on the
screen.
Justin
looked up at JC, his chin resting on JC’s chest. “I love you.”
JC
gazed down at Justin. “You need to darken your hair, too,” he said, running
his hand over Justin’s shorn yellow curls.
“Josh.”
“I
know you do, Justin,” JC said. “I love you, too. And now you know how much.”
“Why
didn’t you tell me?” Justin asked.
JC
blinked. “Did I ever tell you I didn’t love you?”
Justin
shook his head. “No, of course you didn’t. But…”
“But?”
“But
I always wondered if it was as serious for you as it is for me.”
JC
sat up, causing Justin to rise as well. He took Justin’s face in his hands and
gazed into Justin’s eyes. “I love you, Justin. More than anything, more than
anyone in the world.”
“Well,
that’s good to know!” he laughed, leaning in and kissing JC quickly. He
smiled slyly at JC, a mischievous look coming into his eyes. “So, since I love
you beyond anything, and you love me more than anyone else, and considering that
we did what we just did, does that mean we can start having real sex now?”
JC
considered the question for a moment. “No.”
Justin
started to protest, but stopped himself. The rest would come. There really
wasn’t any question about it. He had JC’s love, which, after all, was really
the most important thing. He kissed JC again, a soft kiss of understanding.
“Speaking
of hair…while we’re at it, can we get rid of Chris’ braids, too?”