Part 8


The Carnival

The tinkling music caused Justin a bit of concern as they approached the fenced area. “Jayce, where are we going?” Justin asked with trepidation.

JC turned excited eyes toward this young lover. “A carnival.”

Justin blinked. “A carnival?” he asked in amazement. “You want to spend your birthday at a carnival?”

JC nodded. “Yes,” he replied, tugging on Justin’s hand and pulling him along. “I haven’t been to one in years, and since you did say what we’d do on my birthday would be my choice…”

Justin stopped at the entrance to the carnival, pulling JC aside to stand behind a sign. He pressed the older man against the fence. “I know I said it was your choice,” Justin said softly, nipping at JC’s bottom lip. “But I was kinda hoping for a repeat of my birthday night.” Justin smiled as a blush crept into JC’s cheeks. “You remember my birthday night, don’t you?” he continued, moving to lick JC’s ear as he pressed his erection against JC’s own growing hardness.

JC’s blush deepen though he avoided the other man’s eyes. “Of course I remember,” he said, his own mouth moving along Justin’s neck.

Justin’s birthday. Though Justin didn’t really know when his birthday was, the lovers had decided to let Justin pick a day and from then on, they would celebrate it as Justin’s own. For the actual night, JC had agreed it would be an all Justin night; whatever Justin wanted, he’d get. So the two boys had punked out and found a rave where they’d danced and flirted and kissed and rubbed and humped each other for hours, driving them both to the brink time and time again before finally, Justin had dragged JC outside, found a dark and secluded spot, and had fucked JC until the older man had screamed. Not to be outdone, JC had then attacked Justin, taking the boy roughly, fiercely, slamming into the boy again and again and again…

Afterwards, they’d left the ally, but had been far from sated. They fucked on the train home; they fucked on the stoop leading toward their apartment; they fucked in the hallway before finally, fucking on their small balcony, both screaming their completion to the night wind.

“So, let’s ditch the carnival and go dance,” Justin suggested, his lips pouting just a bit.

JC was tempted. Very tempted. It was hard to resist Justin when he pouted, especially since acting that way was such a contrast to the way he looked. Like a fallen angel, a bit debauched with his eyeliner and newly pierced eyebrow (a present from JC for his birthday). But JC was strong. “Another time, baby,” he said with a nasty swipe of his own tongue across Justin’s pouty lip, ending with a small nip that caused Justin to groan. “I want carnival fun.”

Justin sighed, releasing JC from the fence. “Then carnival fun it will be,” he said.

JC watched Justin closely as they entered the carnival grounds. Considering Justin’s childhood was brief and stark, JC doubted Justin had ever been to a carnival, and he wanted to share a good memory from his own childhood with Justin. The small carnival that came though Willamette Falls every year was one of the few places that their parents allowed JC and Tyler to go by themselves. Just as I thought, JC said to himself as he watched Justin’s reaction to the lights and sounds and people.

Justin paused just inside the gate. “Something smells good,” he said, looking around for the source.

JC smiled. “Corndogs,” he said, pulling Justin along to the cart. He spoke briefly to the vendor, then turned to Justin, holding two corndogs.

Justin looked at the food on a stick skeptically. “What are they?” he asked, taking his corndog and sniffing it.

“A hot dog, dipped in corn meal, then deep fried,” JC explained, taking a bite.

Justin did the same, his eyes closing in a sigh at the taste. “Oh, god,” he said, devouring the rest of the corn dog in two bites. “I want another,” he said, heading toward the cart.

JC stopped Justin with a laugh. “Hold on,” he said. “There’s lots more carnival food to try.”

Justin looked longingly at the corndog cart, but dutifully followed JC.

They walked along the midway, barkers calling out to them, trying to get them to play their games. Justin succumbed, stopping to play the bottle toss game, stubbornly refusing to give up until he’d knocked all the bottles off the stand, winning for JC a truly ugly blue penguin.

“Thanks, I think,” JC said, hold the stuffed animal.

After that, JC introduced Justin to funnel cakes. Again, the boy’s reaction was almost orgasmic, his pleasure at eating the sugary fried dough an almost physical thing.

That set the pattern for their night. Justin would play a carnival game, then stop at a food booth. After a short while, JC’s arms were filled with a huge menagerie of stuffed animals including a blue teddy bear, a pink elephant, and, inexplicably, a plaid camel. Justin, on the other hand, was filled with an odd assortment of carnival foods, including corn on the cob, sausage-on-the-stick, candy apples, and his absolute favorite, deep fried Twinkies.

“So, is that it?” Justin asked as they reached the end of the midway. He was finishing his second fried Twinkie, watching as JC gave most of his stuffed animals away to a small gaggle of teenage girls. Justin noticed, though, he kept the purple penguin.

JC shook his head, lifting a thumb to wipe off a bit of sugar from Justin’s face. “Now, we do the rides,” JC told him, leading him around the midway booths to the ride area.

Again, Justin paused, his gaze pulled to the lights and sound and movement of the carnival, but this time, not in awe. More like… apprehension. “Rides?” he asked, his eyes drawn to the rickety machinery before him. They looked old and dangerous and ready to fall apart at any moment. Big, loud machines, with arms and wheels and oh…god…he felt sick.

JC didn’t notice, instead walking a head to buy tickets. “The Tilt-a-Whirl is the classic carnival ride, but I like the Pirate Ship best myself. Just something about going almost upside down…” His voice trailed off as he realized Justin wasn’t next to him. “Justin?” Justin was still standing next to the midway. JC hurried back over to him. “What’s wrong?”

He looked at the old rides. “We’re going to get on those?” he asked, his voice incredulous.

JC laughed. “I promise, they’re safer than they seem.”

Justin looked skeptical, but JC hadn’t steered him wrong yet. He looked at the Pirate Ship again, wishing he hadn’t had that second fried Twinkie.

***

“Let’s go again!” Justin demanded as they exited the Pirate Ship.

“I think four times is enough for now,” JC said, pulling Justin along.

After the Pirate Ship, the boys had conquered the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Himalayan, and the Rocket Launcher. They passed on the small Ferris Wheel, but rode the Space Spinner twice, until Justin started to feel the revenge of the Twinkies and they looked for something a bit more sedate.

“Oh, a fun house,” JC said, leading Justin though the archway.

Immediately, Justin’s breathing became erratic, his heart racing. The dark…it was too dark…He paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. Breathe….breathe…they moved farther into the fun house, dodging the gusts of air, the “falling” barrels until they reached the Hall of Mirrors.

Justin sighed with relief as the room lightened up. A hundred Justin’s were reflected back at him, but…he was alone. No JC. “Jayce?” he called out.

“Over here!”

Justin turned at the sound of the voice, slamming hard into the glass wall behind him. “Jayce, I can’t see you!” he called out, turning another direction, finding another glass wall. His heart started racing again as the feeling of claustrophobia over came him. He was trapped…couldn’t get out…“Jayce…JAYCE!” he screamed, banging the glass around him.

Justin jumped as a hand touched his arm. “Justin…what’s wrong?” JC asked, startled at Justin’s pale face and damp skin.

“I couldn’t find you…I couldn’t get out…I couldn’t find you…” His breathing was harsh, his eyes wild. “Couldn’t get out….

JC reached up and enveloped Justin in his arms. He was shocked at how the boy was shaking, repeating over and over that he couldn’t get out. “Shh…shh,” he whispered, kissing Justin’s temple. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. We’ll get out, no problem.” He moved them both around the glass walls, slowly finding the path out. JC maneuvered them until they exited the Fun House, sitting them both down on a bench near the attraction.

Justin sat on the bench, his skin chilled by the fresh air, his lungs gulping in breaths. He knew JC was next to him, knew JC was worried. “I’m okay,” he told JC, shaking off the fear and the memories. “Just got a bit…small in there for a moment.”

JC looked at him, knowing that wasn’t all there was to the story, but decided not to push it. “No problem, Just.” He looked at his watch, noting the time. “You ready to go?”

Justin blinked. “Are you? It’s your birthday, after all.”

“Yeah, but,” JC said, slipping his hand discreetly onto Justin’s thigh. “I think I’m ready for a more…private celebration.”

Once again, Justin’s breathing increased, but this time, it was for a good reason. He felt JC’s hand slip higher and higher on his thigh, moving closer and closer to his growing erection. “Keep that up, and it’ll be anything but private,” he warned JC, closing his legs and trapping JC’s hands between them.

***

“Oh god…uh…oh god…oh…oh…OH!”

JC leaned down and caught Justin’s lip with his teeth. “Too much?” he whispered, undulating his hips and eliciting another groan from the boy.

Justin grabbed the headboard rails, lifting his hips in time to JC’s movements. “Oh…god…no…don’t…stop…ever…love…you…don’t…stop…”

JC nodded, propping his own hands against the headboard for leverage as he lifted himself off Justin, then slammed back down. Again and again and again until finally, they both screamed and the night exploded.

JC collapsed onto Justin’s chest, a warm and sticky mess, and smiled as he felt Justin’s arms come around him.

He loved this man so much. JC never realized that a person could love another person so much, but now, with Justin, he realized that he did. He loved Justin more than anything, anyone, more than life, more than God. Justin was his whole world. He felt a kiss in his hair and raised his head. “Thank you for my birthday,” he told Justin.

Justin lifted a hand and pushed away JC’s damp hair. “You had a good time?” he asked. JC nodded. “I’m sorry it ended so badly, though.”

“It’s okay,” JC said, rolling off Justin and propping up to look at him. “No, really, it is. Next time we go to a carnival, no fun houses.”

Justin pushed away the memory of another dark, small place. “No, no more fun houses” he agreed, his voice a whisper.

JC watched as a shadow crossed Justin’s face, wishing his lover would tell him what it was, what had happened. But if JC knew anything about Justin, it was that he needed to work these things out for himself. All JC could do was be here. JC said a quick prayer of thanks, though. A year ago, Justin would have run, would have disappeared for days after something like this. JC realized now that they’ve made progress, that Justin trusted JC enough to stay while he worked it out.

But that was good, JC thought. It was more than good. It was love.

Justin glanced at the clock. “You’re birthday’s almost over,” he noted.

JC sighed. “Thank you for being my birthday love slave,” he told Justin, smiling mischievously. “Guess we’ll have to wait until next year for a repeat performance.”

Justin’s eyes narrowed as his cock grew. “I wouldn’t count on that,” he said, flipping JC onto his back. He reached up and pulled the cord of the clock out of the wall. “Sometimes, time stands still,” he said, moving quickly down JC’s body and enveloping JC own cock in his mouth.

JC could only grab the headboard and agree.



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