“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!!!!”