1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
JC
counted off the steps as he watched his movements in the mirror. Dammit, it’s
been too long between tours, and he’d forgotten how hard learning new routines
was.
1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
Up
and down, twirl and spin, pivot and stop.
1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
The
music played in his head as he perfected the moves, working over and over a
particularly hard piece, oblivious to anything else in the room. And everyone
else in the room.
“How
can he keep going?” Lance asked, wiping the sweat off his face.
Joey
grabbed the towel from him, using it himself before throwing it to Chris.
“It’s JC. He’s always been that way.”
“Mr.
Perfection,” Chris said, a bit of jealousy in his voice. Chris had been
struggling with the dance steps lately.
“Justin’s
just a bad,” Lance said, getting his towel back but tossing it down in disgust.
Chris
shook his head. “Is he still here?” They others looked around. “Then no,
JC’s the worst.” Chris picked up his bag from the floor. “Let’s go get
something to eat.” They walked out of the practice room, not bothering to say
goodbye to JC.
He
wouldn’t have heard them anyway.
1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
JC
worked on the moves, music in his head, eyes on his reflection, unaware of the
man who had re-entered the room. The man who was watching JC with hungry eyes.
It
seems Justin hadn’t left the rehearsal studio after all.
JC
stretched and moved and oh, dear god, bent over. He glided and twisted and
turned and moved that fabulous body like it was silk, shimmering and shining and
blowing gently. Justin watched with fascination as JC perfected his moves, going
over and over each step until it was right, until it was perfect.
Perfect.
For that’s what JC was.
Justin
swallowed, thinking about JC. Thinking about his body, his taste, his touch. JC
was hot and cool and soft and hard and sweet and salty, all at the same time. He
was light and breezy, but strong and determined.
And
he was Justin’s.
Slowly,
Justin approached JC, not wanting to scare or startle him, but wanting, needing
to touch him now before he burst. Justin stood behind JC as their eyes locked in
the mirror.
“So
beautiful,” Justin said, reaching up to touch his curls lightly. Justin pushed
aside the hair on JC’s neck, lowering his mouth to taste the flesh uncovered.
Lightly, Justin sucked at the delicate skin, tongue lathing and teeth nibbling.
Justin’s hands came around JC’s body, rubbing JC’s chest through the shirt.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against JC’s ear, fingers nimbly
unbuttoning the shirt.
JC
watched it all in the mirror, the sight of Justin’s hands, his mouth on him
incredibly arousing. He pushed back against Justin, rubbing his ass against
Justin’s bulging erection.
Again,
their eyes locked. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Justin teases, peeling
back JC’s shirt and touching the hot skin underneath.
JC
moaned at the action, reaching his arms around Justin to pull him closer.
Justin’s tongue moved again, swiping hot streaks down JC’s neck, sucking on
the exposed skin of his shoulder. Slowly, gently, he moved them closer to the
mirror, eyes never breaking contact.
“Hold
on,” Justin whispered, placing JC’s hands on the barre attached to the
mirror. Justin’s hands went to JC’s sweat pants, pulling them down in one
quick motion. “Oh, yes, you’re ready, aren’t you?” he said, hands
grasping at JC’s engorged cock. “Look, Josh, look how ready you are.”
JC
tore his eyes away from Justin’s and looked down. He saw the reflection of his
cock, held by Justin’s strong hands, and the sight was overwhelming erotic. He
mewed at the feel of Justin’s hands, pushing his hips into Justin’s, rubbing
his ass against Justin’s hardness.
“Shhh,
yes, I’ll pet you,” Justin told him. “Come on, baby, feel how good that is?
Look how pretty you are. Feel how much I want you.” Justin used one hand to
hold JC against him. “You’re so hard, so hot.” Justin moved his mouth to
JC’s ear again, biting down on the tender lobe before licking inside. “Come
on Josh,” Justin encouraged. “Let go.”
And
he did. JC pumped his hips against Justin’s hand, the friction igniting a
flame within JC as he moved faster and faster and harder and harder and
uh…oh…yes…yes yes yesyesyes….
Afterward,
the two men sat together on the floor, JC draped bonelessly over Justin.
“Wow,”
JC finally said.
“I
agree,” Justin replied, stroking JC’s hair. “We should practice our
routines some more.” Justin leaned in for a kiss. “I think I need help with
that new version of ‘Tearing Up My Heart.’”
“Really?”
JC asked.
“Hmmm,”
Justin said, smiling mischievously. “Think you can help me with my problem?”
He placed JC’s hand over his still hard erection.
“I
think something can be worked out,” JC agreed, scooting away from Justin and
placing his head in the boy’s lap.
The
feel of JC’s mouth convinced Justin that JC needed no practice at this at all.