Justin smiled as arms gently moved down his chest, shivering slightly as the warm mouth pressed kisses along his neck. He shifted a bit, giving better access. “What are you doing?” he murmured. “Hmm,” came the response, the vibration against Justin’s ear causing even more reaction. “Jayce.” Justin sighed as hands roamed under his shirt, rubbing sensuously along his chest. “What are you doing?” he asked again. “I would think that’s pretty obvious.” JC’s reply was muffed as his mouth was still attached to Justin’s ear. “I’m making love to you.” Despite his growing arousal, Justin rolled his eyes at JC’s choice of words. JC was such a girl at times. “Really?” Justin finally said, voice squeaking a bit as JC’s fingers found his piercing, tugging a bit and sending a shot of pleasure pain down to Justin’s groin. He groaned as JC’s other hand dipped down, slipping under Justin’s pants to grasp Justin’s now full erection. Justin’s hips moved on their own as JC fisted him, tight strokes up and down and up and down up down up down… Shaking his head clear, Justin grabbed JC’s hand, holding it still before pulling it away from his body. He removed JC’s other hand from his body as well, pushing JC from him. JC knelt next to Justin and raised a brow. “You’re telling me no?” Justin laughed. “I’m telling you not now,” he explained. “You, lover, have a paper to write, and you’re just trying to avoid it.” He leaned in and kissed JC on the mouth while smacking him smartly on the ass. “Now go. Write. And as soon as you’re done, we can fuck like rabbits.” Now it was JC’s turn to roll his eyes. “Such a romantic man I have,” he sighed, getting up off the floor. He left the living room and walked back to the kitchen and his computer. Justin picked up the remote and muted the television. Soon the sound of clicking computer keys could be heard from the kitchen, and he smiled. *** Justin roused a bit as JC slipped into bed, peering at the clock. 2:30. “All finished?” he whispered as he pulled JC close to him. “I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry,” JC said. “Jayce,” Justin started, then stopped himself. JC still had issues with thinking he was being a burden, but fussing at him in the middle of the night wasn’t the way to fix it. “All finished?” he asked again. JC sighed and nodded. “All done.” His fingers fiddled with Justin’s tee shirt. “And maybe for quite a while, too,” he continued. Justin frowned in the dark. “What does that mean?” “I was thinking of taking the next semester off. Maybe the next two.” Justin pulled back a bit, peering down at JC’s face and trying to read it in the semi-dark room. “Why? You’re so close, JC.” JC shrugged. “I thought, well, we don’t seem to get to spend any time together, and if I took a few semesters off, then, we could.” “Nah, get it over with now,” Justin suggested. “Then, when you’re done, we can have lots of time together.” JC fingers moved to the waistband of Justin’s pajamas, twirling the drawstring absently through his fingers. “We don’t spend much time together now, and the next few semesters are going to be even more intense. I thought maybe you, well, missed being with me.” Justin laughed. “I do miss you, Jayce,” he agreed. “But I’m a big boy, and can handle being alone while you’re in school and stuff. Besides, we make up for it when we do get together, right?” His hand covered JC’s, pushing it against Justin’s cock. JC’s hand moved with sure strokes over Justin’s hardness. “Well, if you’re sure…” Justin nodded. “I’m sure.” He held JC close. “I’m so proud of you, taking all these classes and stuff and doing so well…what?” Justin noticed that JC had pulled away from him and was staring hard in the misty moonlit room. “What?” he asked again. “You’re proud of me?” JC whispered. “Really?” Was he proud of JC? Justin searched his lover’s face, reading the need in his eyes. JC was everything to him. His love, his family, his home, his life. JC was the air he breathed, the food he ate. There was nothing that JC did that didn’t make Justin proud of him, didn’t fill Justin with so much love and so much need and so much want. And the fact that JC needed and wanted and loved him just as much made it that much better. Being proud of JC seemed to be faint praise for the way he felt, for the love between them that seemed to grow daily. But tonight, in the dark shadows of their room, it seemed to be what JC needed to hear. Justin tilted JC’s head up, taking his lover’s mouth in a soft kiss. “I’m very proud of you,” he whispered against JC lips. “Thank you,” JC whispered back. “You’re welcome,” Justin replied, pulling JC close again. They kissed hungrily, the spark of arousal that always simmered just below the surface shooting to life. Justin flipped JC onto his back, his hands roaming over the older man’s body, eliciting moan after moan as Justin stripped JC of his clothes. Justin pulled JC’s arms up, anchoring them onto the head board as his mouth worked down JC’s chest, searching for and finding his goal, the nipple piercing that matched his own. Justin’s lips encircled JC’s nipple, pulling with a hard suction that matched his thrusting hips pushing into JC’s thighs. Justin lifted a bit, working frantically to get his pajama pants off and his cock into JC before he exploded oh god it would be close he’s so hot oh god… CRASH Both boys froze at the sound of breaking glass coming from the living room. With a shove, Justin was off the bed, tying up his pants and reaching into the closet for a baseball bat. “Justin,” JC said, franticly pulling on his own clothes. Justin held a hand up, stopping JC’s words as he opened the door and walked into the living room, JC right behind him. “Who’s there?” he demanded, flipping the overhead light on. “’Sup, bro?” “Tyler?” JC asked, though it obviously was Tyler, but not like they’d ever seen him before. That is, drunk. Really, really drunk. Sprawled out in a chair, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels and smelling like an alley drunk. “What the hell?” Justin lowered the baseball bat and walked into the living room, taking the bottle from Tyler. JC approached also, kneeling down next to his brother, gagging slightly at the smell of the younger man. “Ty, what’s going on?” Tyler gazed fuzzily at JC and Justin, smiling a sloppy smile and laughing. “You two have the right idea, you know. Hook up with a guy. Way safer.” He nodded. “Yep, that’s what I’m going to do next time. No more girls for me.” “Tyler,” JC said, grasping his brother’s chin and forcing Tyler to focus on him. “What’s wrong? Is it Kim? Did you break up?” “Break up?” Tyler giggled. “Never gonna break up now,” he said. “She’s pregnant.” JC and Justin exchanged shocked glances as Tyler rushed out of the room.