Retribution


“Justin, stop.”

JC watched as the other man ignored his command, and continued to trace JC’s ear with his tongue. His hand tightened on the razor, concentrating on trying not to slit his throat and ignore his lover’s assault on his ear.

“Justin, stop.” JC hoped he sounded stern. He doubted he did, though, because what Justin was doing was driving him crazy. JC removed the razor from his face and stepped a bit to the left, moving his ear and thus the temptation away from Justin.

“You don’t really mean that,” Justin countered, sliding right next to JC again, his warm breath tickling.

JC caught Justin’s eyes in the mirror. The younger man’s blue eyes were sparkling with mischief, JC’s were narrowed with warning.

“We have to leave in a bit…the pre-Grammy party, remember?” JC resumed his shaving, making a neat swipe at his chin, rinsing the razor in the water in the sink. “You’re not even dressed yet,” JC scolded, noting the other man was still only in his boxers.

“Hmm umm,” Justin agreed, his teeth now joining the attack on JC’s ear, nibbling the lobe.

JC felt Justin’s arms come around him, trapping the older man between the counter and Justin’s body. JC could feel Justin’s erection press against him, and it was all he could do to keep from leaning back against the younger man. But he fought against it. They were already in danger of being late to the Clive Davis party, and that was something you just didn’t do.

Justin, on the other hand, couldn’t care less if they were late, or if they made the party at all. He had watched as JC got out of the shower, put on his boxers, and started to shave, all the time thinking of some way to just get him on his back and fuck him senseless.

Because JC loved to be fucked. He really, really loved it. Most people who knew of their relationship thought that JC was the dominant one, and in most things that was true. Except when it came to sex.

Now, JC could give a blow job with the best of them. And every once in a while, he’d make love to Justin. But more often than not, it was Justin in charge when they had sex…an arrangement that suited them both perfectly. Justin loved to make him come, loved to make him writhe in pleasure, and he loved to make JC scream when he came. Because as much as JC loved to be fucked, Justin loved to fuck him

But JC was proving to be a bit stubborn about it, Justin thought. So he decided to turn up the heat. After trapping the older man between his own body and the counter, Justin began to rub his erection against JC. He moved the attention of his mouth to JC’s strong back, raining kisses and love bites across the strong shoulders. He made his way to the other ear and once again caught JC’s eyes in the mirror. Oh, yes…there’s that look.. Justin’s eyes skimmed down JC’s chest to his groin. Oh yes yes YES! Bingo! Cock at full attention…I have you now, Chasez!.

JC was stubbornly continuing to shave, intent on ignoring both Justin and his own raging desire. He kept his gaze on his own face, concentrating intently on shaving. One more swipe, and he’d be done, he thought. Just one more--

“FUCK!”

So engrossed was JC on his shaving task that he missed when Justin’s hand snaked around to the front of his body and plunged down the front of his boxers, grabbing his cock. If he’d have noticed the action, he might have stopped that last swipe of the razor that took off half his goatee.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Justin proclaimed, completely misreading JC’s exclamation. He looked up at JC’s face and froze at the site of his angry eyes.

Oh, shit! Justin thought at the site of JC’s goatee.

“Oh God, Josh, I’m sorry…” Justin stammered, slowly removing his hand from JC’s underwear and backing away from the other man. “I mean…I never meant for that to happen…I only wanted..”

JC surveyed the damage. No way to salvage it, he thought. He ran the razor down his chin one more time, removing the rest of the facial hair, then bent down to rinse his face. JC looked up from the sink. Justin was still backing away from him slowly, and was almost out the door.

“Justin. Stop.”

Justin stopped.

“You only wanted what?” JC asked, turning toward the younger man, his voice softly menacing.

“I wanted…” Justin said, backing up some more but stopping when his back touched the wall.

“You wanted?” JC continued, moving closer. Their bodies were almost touching.

Justin licked his lips nervously, and JC watched the movements of his tongue with avid eyes. Justin caught the expression, and knew he had his lover right where he wanted him.

He quickly grabbed JC by the shoulders, spinning him around and putting him against the wall, while at the same time, Justin slammed his mouth onto JC’s, tongue penetrating inside.

“I want you,’” Justin breathed, lifting his mouth away for a second, only to plunge again onto JC’s, sweeping inside and dueling JC’s tongue.

Justin grabbed JC’s head and held it steady against the wall as his mouth traveled from JC’s lips to his neck, his teeth nibbling the other’ man’s skin, then licking the wound. JC felt his legs weaken as Justin continued his assault. His own hands were busy running up and down the younger man’s body, pulling his hips closer to his and rubbing his almost painfully erect cock against him.

Without breaking physical contact, Justin maneuvered them out of the bathroom and across the hotel room to tumble down on the bed, at the same time removing JC’s boxers. JC landed on top, and took that opportunity to rain kisses down Justin’s chest, pulling down the waistband of his boxers with his teeth. Justin kicked off the offending underwear just as JC’s mouth made contact with his cock, causing Justin’s back arch off the bed and a low moan escape his throat.

JC enjoyed the feel of Justin in his mouth…the silky hardness of his cock sliding in and out, the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum, the feel of Justin pumping in an out of him. He reached a hand around to grasp the base of Justin’s cock, to aid his lover along.

However, as much as Justin enjoyed the feel of JC’s mouth, knew what he wanted. He wanted to be inside JC, to be as close to him as two people could be. He reached down and pulled JC’s head away from his cock, groaning against his own actions as his cock left the warm confines of JC’s mouth.

JC looked up with questioning eyes.

“I said,” Justin began, pulling JC up and across his chest, kissing him soundly before flipping him on his back. “I want to fuck you.” Justin looked at his lover under him. “Is that what you want?”

“God, YES!”

JC watched as Justin positioned himself between his legs. Justin’s hand reached down and grasped JC’s cock, capturing the pre-cum on JC’s cock to spread as a lubricant on his own. Then JC’s eyes closed as Justin entered him.

He was tight and hot and…Oh, it feels so good! Justin thought, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm. JC was writhing under him, moaning and twisting in pleasure.

“Oh God…oh yes…oh..uh…OH GOD!” he screamed as Justin increased the speed of his movements. JC matched each thrust with his own, pushing his hips higher to capture as much of Justin as he could. He felt his own orgasm approaching and as he opened his eyes to watch Justin, he exploded between their connected bodies.

Justin grabbed JC’s hands and held on as his orgasm shook him to his very soul, collapsing onto JC in a sweaty, sated mass of man.

An eternity later, Justin was laying his head on JC’s chest, JC having resumed his non-sexual, dominate role. JC played with Justin’s curls absently as Justin traced his hand across JC’s chest. He sneaked a peak at the clock on the bedside table.

“I think we can still make the party,” Justin said. JC was silent, rubbing Justin’s head. Justin propped his chin on JC’s chest to look at his lover. “Do you forgive me?”

JC raised a brow at his question. Justin lifted a finger and ran it across JC’s now clean shaven chin. “Your goatee…do you forgive me?”

JC captured the finger between his teeth, sucking slightly before answering. “No.”

Justin was shocked. JC always forgave him, no matter what. “What do you mean?” he asked, getting up on his elbows for a better view of the man he loved.

“Just what I meant,” JC explained, putting his hands behind his head and enjoying the younger man’s discomfort. “I don’t forgive you.”

“I don’t see why not,” Justin pouted. Justin always pouted when something wasn’t going his way. “It’s just a goatee, you know…it’ll grow back!”

JC struggled not to laugh at Justin’s discomfort. “I know it’ll grow back, but that’s not the point. I wanted a perfect goatee for the Grammy’s and now I won’t have one.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “A perfect goatee?” he laughed. “Josh, I love you more than anything in the world, but it was far from a perfect goatee!”

“Laughing about it is one way to never have me forgive you.”

Justin sobered. The silence continued to build. Justin couldn’t stand it anymore.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”


One hour later, JC walked into the Clive Davis party and found the other three members of the group in the room.

“JC! Hey, about time you got here…WHOA! What happened to the stripper stripe?” Chris asked.

“A slip of the razor,” JC explained.

“Where’s Justin?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, we figured you two were…engaged, so to speak,” Chris offered, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Lance slugged him.

“We told everyone you were working on the album,” Lance explained.

JC smiled at his friends. “He’s on his way in…got stopped at the door by Pat O’Brien.” JC watched the expressions on their faces change from recognition to confusion to horror. JC’s smile got bigger. Justin must have entered the room. JC turned and watched his lover approach the group.

Sometimes, JC thought, even the person you love more than life itself needed a little punishment for his actions.

“Hey guys!” Justin said, greeting his friends. Justin reached out one hand and quickly brushed JC’s in soft caress.

“J-J-Justin?”

“Dude!”

“Jesus Christ…WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR!!!!”



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