Monday
morning
“You’re where?” Justin shouted to be heard thru the phone. There was the
sound of horns honking and sirens wailing and all around confusion.
“I’m stuck in traffic!” JC shouted. “Fucking semi-truck jackknifed, and
traffic is jammed.”
“So, it’ll be a while till you’re home?” Justin asked, looking at his
watch. He had to leave for the airport in an hour, to fly from Orlando to New
York for a Foundation meeting.
“No, Justin,” JC tried to explain. “I’m stuck in traffic in Los
Angeles!”
“IN LOS ANGELES?” Justin screamed!
JC held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, in LA! I’ve been sitting on this
fucking freeway for four hours, and we’re not moving anytime soon. I’m not
going to make my flight to Florida today.”
Justin sighed. “I have to leave for New York in an hour, Josh.”
“I know, baby,” JC lamented. They’d been apart for a week already, and now
it looked to be a longer separation then they thought. “I’m sorry.”
“Why don’t you come to New York?” Justin asked.
“Can’t…have a meeting with Johnny on Tuesday…When are you due back?”
“Wednesday,” Justin said, flopping on the stairs, sighing dejectedly.
Wednesday afternoon
JC heard the car drive up and ran to the foyer, his feet sliding on the marble
as he ran to the front door. Justin was home, finally. He saw Justin approach
through the window and pulled the door open
“Hey, gorgeous!” JC said, spreading his arms wide, “God, I can’t wait to
get you upstairs and fuck…you…sense…less.” JC’s voice trailed off at
the sight right behind Justin.
“Hi, Chris.”
“Hey dude,” Chris said, brushing past JC and entering the house. “Thanks,
but I’ll pass on the offer for right now.”
JC turned to Justin. “Chris?”
“He was in New York,” Justin said, dropping his bags and giving JC a light
kiss. “All alone, hanging around the hotel,” Justin explained. “What could
I do?”
“Not invite him here?” JC suggested.
“I didn’t!” Justin said through clenched teeth. “He was flying home
anyway, and kinda assumed he could come here and I didn’t have the heart to
say no!”
JC ran a hand through his curls in exasperation. “Jesus, Just…”
Justin leaned in and hooked a hand around JC’s neck, bringing the older man
closer to him. They kissed slowly, lips meshing, tongues melding, pent up
emotions pouring into the kiss. “I know…but he’ll go home soon,” Justin
said, nibbling on JC’s ear. “He’s lonely, Josh.”
“And I’m horny,” JC said, capturing Justin’s mouth again, moaning as
their bodies pressed closer.
“Hey guys! I’m ordering pizza!” Chris yelled from the living room.
“It’s just for a few hours, Josh,” Justin pleaded.
Early Thursday
“Die! Die!”
Chris yelled at the Playstation game, jerking JC out of his sleep. He’d fallen
asleep on the couch as Justin and Chris played video games. His blurry eyes
focused on the clock. 1:34 a.m. And he had to get up in five hours and go to the
studio, and he still hadn’t been alone with Justin.
“Guys, I’m going to bed,” he said. He gave Justin a meaningful look, a
look that said “dammit, get your ass up to bed NOW!”
“Night, C,” Chris said, starting a new game. He grabbed Justin as he was
getting off the floor. “Dude, you gotta play this with me!”
Justin turned pleading eyes to JC. JC just shook his head in resignation.
Friday night
“Justin!” JC yelled as he entered their house. “Justin!” He ran into the
living room…not there. The kitchen? Nope. Taking the stairs two at a time, he
raced up and found Justin in their bedroom, dressing.
“I wouldn’t bother with those pants, baby,” he said, grabbing the younger
man and pulling him close for a hot, wet kiss. JC’s tongue entered Justin’s
mouth, but realized there was not response. He lifted his head and looked at his
lover.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the ice in Justin’s eyes and the pout
on his lips.
“Nothing,” he said, pulling away from JC’s grasp. “We have an event
tonight, I’d suggest you get ready.”
JC watched as Justin went into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth. He
leaned against the doorframe and looked at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked
again.
Justin’s eyes met his in the mirror. “Where were you last night?” he asked
around his toothbrush. Rinse, spit, wipe.
“I was at the studio,” JC said slowly. “I called you and told you that.”
“All night?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“No.” JC watched as Justin brushed passed him, sitting on the bed and
putting on his shoes. “I was with Marissa.”
“I bet you were,” Justin said under his breath, but just loud enough for JC
to hear.
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“It means I called the studio, and you didn’t answer.” Justin rose from
the bed and confronted JC. “But Marissa did, and said you couldn’t be
disturbed, that you and she were ‘way too busy,’” Justin said, his voice
rising at that last, mocking the young singer’s breathy way of speaking.
“Oh, god…you’re not jealous, are you?” JC asked incredulously, and then
realized it was the wrong thing to say.
“Should I be?” Justin glared at JC, brushing past him again and getting his
watch and wallet from the bureau.
“No, you shouldn’t!” JC was exasperated. It had been a hellacious week,
and all he wanted to do was be with Justin, and this is what he got. “For one
thing, she’s just a friend, and for another thing, she’s a girl, and for the
most important thing, I LOVE YOU!”
“Funny way of showing it,” Justin said. “She wants you, Josh.”
“I don’t care what she wants,” JC said.
“Then you realize what she’s doing?” Justin said, standing close to JC.
“She’s trying to take you away from me!” Justin had seen the way the young
singer looked at JC and glared at Justin. She didn’t know for sure, but she
suspected they were a couple, and had been trying to come between them ever
since she started working with JC on her new album.
“She’s not going to succeed, Just.” JC reached out and gathered Justin
close. “I love you, baby, and no one’s going to come between us.” JC
leaned down to kiss Justin gently. “I love you,” he repeated, hardening the
kiss and pulling Justin into his growing erection. It really had been a shitty
week, and he needed Justin right now. He was backing Justin up, pulling the
younger man’s shirt out of his pants and had just reached the bed when he
heard a commotion downstairs.
“What the hell?” he asked.
Justin looked at him with painful eyes. “I told you…we have an event tonight.”
“The hell we do!”
Justin nodded, pulling out of JC’s arms reluctantly. “At the Hard
Rock…Johnny arranged it…”
“Tell them we can’t go,” JC pleaded as the sounds of Lance, Chris and Joey
filled the house.
“With what excuse?” Justin said. “Sorry, we can’t make it because we
want to stay home and fuck?” Justin laughed when JC nodded. “Let’s go. The
sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”
Saturday afternoon
Sunlight was streaming through the window when JC woke up. He stretched,
enjoying the feel of the sheets against his skin. He looked over and smiled at
the sight of Justin next to him.
They’d been tired after leaving the party, and had tumbled into bed, sharing
soft kisses and holding each other close until they slept.
But now it was a bright new day, and JC realized that neither of them had plans—he’d
checked with Melinda before leaving the party. He rolled over and pulled the
sheet off Justin, exposing the younger man’s chest, running his fingers
lightly over it. He felt himself harden, and pressed his erection against
Justin’s thigh, bending down to lightly lick the exposed skin.
Justin moved slightly, opening his eyes and reaching up to stroke JC’s head.
“Good morning,” he said, surprised to hear how scratchy his throat was.
JC pulled back, looking at Justin with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Justin nodded, pulling JC up his body for a kiss, but turning away at the last
minute and sneezing loudly.
“Bless you,” JC said, moving in again.
Justin sneezed again. And again. And again.
“What’s going on?” he asked, grabbing the sheet to sneeze into.
“Must have been the smoke last night,” JC said. Justin had developed an
allergy to cigarette smoke, and at the party last night it had been unavoidable
for most of the evening. But he’d never responded like this before.
Sneeze. Sneeze. Sneeze.
“JC…I’m dying here!” he wailed plaintively.
“Bless you.” JC looked at Justin. The boy’s eyes were red and his nose was
running. “You’re not dying, but you don’t look good at all,”
“Thanks a lot.”
Sneeze. Sneeze. Sneeze.
“Come on, JC said, getting up and slipping on his sweat pants. “Let’s get
you to the emergency room.”
Saturday evening
“Here, watch the step.”
JC stumbled as Justin helped him up the step into the house. His head ached, and
the butterfly bandage on his skin itched. He was grateful to sit on the couch
and put his pounding head back against the soft cushions.
“Feeling better?” Justin said, putting a bag of frozen peas against JC’s
head.
JC glared at him. Justin was barely containing his laughter. “Fuck you,
Timberlake,” he said, closing his eyes against the glare of the sun.
“Don’t think you’re up to it, baby,” Justin said.
They’d gotten to the hospital, gotten Justin behind a curtain, gotten a doctor
to see him, and gotten the diagnosis that yes, it was an allergic reaction and
Justin needed medication. That was all well and good, until the nurse had come
in with the needle. JC watched as she plunged it into Justin’s hip and felt
himself slide to the floor, his head banging against the instrument tray. He’d
cut his forehead and now had the most enormous headache he’d ever had.
“Here, lay down,” Justin said, scooting JC down onto the couch and covering
him with a blanket. “Sleep,” he said, kissing him gently.
Sunday morning
JC woke up on the couch. He moved his head experimentally and realized it
didn’t hurt any more, just itched. He looked around. Justin was slumped in an
armchair, sleeping. JC left the couch and went to the front door, making sure it
was locked. He took the house phone off the hook, and turned off both his and
Justin’s cell phones.
Returning to the living room, he approached Justin and knelt down next to the
chair. He was beautiful, JC thought, running his hands up Justin’s thighs.
Justin moved under the touch, waking up slowly, a smile crossing his face at the
sight of JC in front of him.
“Hey,” Justin said, fingers skimming lightly over the bandage on JC’s head.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” JC said, leaning in and licking Justin’s jaw. “How are you
feeling?”
“Ah…fine,” Justin responded, wriggling against JC’s touch. The older
man’s hands had settled on Justin’s groin and were tracing his cock through
his pants. “Oh, god…Josh…” Justin moaned, pushing against JC’s hand.
“Then since we’re both fine,” JC whispered against Justin’s ear, “I
suggest we get busy fucking before anything else comes between us.” JC
captured Justin’s mouth, taking it roughly and pulling him off the chair onto
the floor.
Justin answered JC kiss for kiss, hot hands busy getting JC’s clothing off,
pushing away fabric that impeded touches. Justin’s hand found JC’s throbbing
cock, making JC groan and writhe. He scooted down and took JC into his mouth.
JC bucked against Justin, the warm wetness of his mouth feeling like heaven
after a hellish week. He pumped faster as Justin held his hips, feasting on JC
like a starved man. “Justin, oh, god,” JC said reverently. He came in a
rush, unable to wait longer.
Justin looked up at JC, his mouth red and moist, his eyes dancing with
excitement. He reached up and pulled a cushion off the couch and rolled JC onto
it, face down,pillow under his stomach, and covered the other man with his body,
legs spreading legs, cock hitting home and sliding into JC’s warmth. Justin
was on his knees, driving into JC with a wild rhythm of need and want and love.
He kissed JC’s shoulder, neck, ear, anything he could reach as he felt his
climax build and burst through.
Justin rolled off JC, keeping the other man close to him and laying them both on
the carpet. “Wow,” Justin said, hand brushing back JC’s hair, taking care
around the bandaged skin.
“Yep,” JC agreed, snuggling closer to Justin.
“I think we should go to bed, don’t you?” Justin asked, getting up off the
floor and pulling JC with him. Both men pulled on their pants, but left shirts
off.
JC nodded. “A great idea, baby,” he said, both of them heading for the
stairs, only to stop when they heard the pounding on the door.
“JC! You promised you’d baby-sit Brianna today!”
“Justin! The games on, man!”
“Guys, we’re supposed to go over the schedule!”
The lovers looked at each other and sighed.