Part 3


To call Big Mike’s a club was being charitable, JC thought as they walked to the building. It was, in fact, just a warehouse, one of many in this area of Los Angeles, but unlike the others, not deserted at 2 a.m. JC felt the music before he heard it, the deep bass vibrating through is body. This is a mistake, he thought. But it was too late to turn back, and besides, this might be his only chance to find Tyler. JC stole a glance at Justin as they approached a large, tattooed man at the door of the warehouse.

Justin shook hands with the man. “Mike! Back in business, I see.”

“You know it, Jup,” the man, Mike, retuned. “No city ordinance is gonna keep me doing what I want, ya know?”

Justin nodded. “I know it, Mike.” He reached into his pocket for the picture of Tyler. “Listen, Mike, I’m looking for this kid, has he come here tonight?”

Mike’s eyes narrowed at the question. “Jup, you know I never narc on my kids,” he scolded. “Who’s he?” he asked, indicating JC.

“A friend,” Justin explained. “Mike, he owes me money, a lot of money,” Justin said, tapping the picture of Tyler. “He ratted out of a deal that would have scored me a thou, and took off with my cash. If you see him, well, I’d be willing to share what I collect with you.”

Big Mike whistled. “A thou, huh?” He nodded. “Sure, Jup. He hasn’t come in yet, but I’ll let you know when he does. Is that good enough?”

“Good enough for at least half, Mike,” he said, shaking hands with the big man once more before opening the door and walking inside the warehouse.

A blast of smoke and booze and music hit them both as the entered the rave. It was dim inside, and all JC could really see was the mass of bodies gyrating in front of them. He felt Justin’s eyes on him and turned toward the younger man, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m gonna look around, see I see anyone I know.” He looked JC up and down. “You gonna be okay by yourself?”

“I’ll manage,” JC said, leaving the boy there and forcing his way to the bar, or at least what passed for a bar in this place. It was harder than he thought it would be, JC realized, grabbing a beer and throwing money into the bucket near it. He closed his eyes and leaned against the rough plank table, fighting himself. He ignored the girls that came up to him with offers of sex or drugs or both.

“You sure about that?” one particularly brazen girl asked him, running her hand over his crotch.

“We could make you really happy,” her companion said, reaching around the other girl and grabbing her breasts suggestively and kissing her on the lips.

JC’s glance dismissed them without a word, watching as they went over to a pair of punk boys, pointing him out to them. He was reaching for another beer when he realized the two boys were behind him.

“I don’t think he really belongs here, do you, Rusty?”

JC turned and looked at the two men.

“I’ve never seen him here before, that’s for sure,” the one with bright orange hair, Rusty, answered. “And he keeps turning down our girls.”

“I think he’s a cop, Rusty,” the other one said.

“Me, too, Ice,” Rusty concurred as they both walked closer to JC, trapping him against the bar.

JC saw they were older than most of the ravers, and harder, too. Scars criss-crossed their faces and hands. “Is that what you think?” JC finally said to them.

“Yeah, it is,” Rusty replied.

“That’s really funny,” JC snorted. “I’m surprised that you think at all.”

A look of confusion crossed Rusty’s face, then realization as what JC meant finally sunk in. “Why you…” Rusty pulled a hand back preparing to hit JC, but found it being held by a strong grasp from behind.

“Rusty, you causing trouble again?” Justin asked, quickly pulling Rusty’s arm behind him with a painful twist.

“Fuck, Jup, let me go,” Rusty struggled against Justin’s grip. “This guy’s bugging me, and I want to kick the crap out of him.”

Justin twisted harder. “I don’t think so,” he said evenly, steel edging his voice. “Go find someone else to bother…this one’s mine.” He let go of Rusty with a push, making the other man stumble into his friend. With one last glance at JC, they walked off.

“You’re welcome,” Justin said sarcastically.

“I could have handled it myself.” JC said, turning away from Justin and grabbing another beer.

“I bet,” Justin said, coming to stand behind JC. “How many of these have you had already?” he asked, indicating the beer in JC’s hand.

“I don’t need another mother, Justin, thanks.”

“No, what you need is for me to fuck you senseless.”

Their eyes met in the mirror behind the bar. “That’s the last thing I need, Justin,” JC replied.

“You think?” Justin closed the distance between them, pressing against JC’s back. “I know you, JC. I know what you think, what you feel, who you are.”

JC shivered as he felt one of Justin’s fingers slide up his spine to circle his ear, before slipping down his neck, and he cursed his body’s reaction to Justin’s actions. “I’m only here to find Tyler, Justin,” he said, glad that his voice was calmer than his rapidly beating heart. “And trust me, you have know idea who I am or what I feel.”

“You think I don’t know you, but I do.” Justin’s lips replaced the finger against his ear. “And I know you’re fighting it, JC. I don’t know why, but you’re fighting it.” He swiped a nasty lick against JC ear before biting softly on the lobe.

“What am I fighting, Justin?” JC asked, trying to pull away. Justin spread his legs and trapped JC even more against the bar.

“You’re fighting this,” Justin said, his right hand coming around to tease at JC’s crotch as he pressed his hardness into JC’s ass. “You’re fighting yourself, too, the true you,” Justin said as his left hand dipped underneath JC’s tee-shirt up to his chest. JC tried feebly to stop his movements before he reached…

“Or did you think I didn’t notice this?” Justin finished as his fingers found and pulled on the ring attached to JC’s nipple.

The sharp stab of painful pleasure from the nipple ring made JC groan. “You’re hiding, JC,” Justin said, pushing even more against JC’s ass, his hand grasping JC’s groin harder. “You know it, I know it.” His hand pushed inside of JC’s pants and grabbed JC’s throbbing cock, fisting the hard muscle with tight, nasty strokes. His other hand continued to pull on JC’s nipple ring, his mouth assaulted JC’s neck and shoulders. Justin continued to hump JC from behind, assaulting him with his hands and mouth and words until JC had no control and came right there at the bar, his orgasm hard and sinful and…good.

Justin held him as he came down from his high, reaching out and snagging a rag from the bar to discreetly clean them both off. He spied a room off in the back, and pulled JC through the sea of heaving bodies toward it. Luck was with him as he found it unlocked and pushed JC inside, following close behind. Justin pressed JC up against the boxes of beer and attached his mouth to the older man’s, finally doing what he’d been wanting to do for days.

The kiss was slick and nasty and hot and wet and made JC shiver and sweat and moan and protest and oh, God…he reached down for Justin’s cock and found it….there…pushing the younger man’s pants down…grasping the hot strong flesh in his hands, receiving a groan of gratitude. JC broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, engulfing Justin’s straining cock with his mouth, throating and licking and biting until Justin was screaming, fucking his mouth with hard, rough thrusts. JC felt himself be pulled up by the hair and pushed him face first against the beer boxes, his pants roughly pulled down.

Justin fumbled with the condom, cursing the foil wrapper and struggling to put on the sheath while JC lay there against the boxes…ready for him…his ass begging for his cock. Justin finally succeeded in getting the rubber on, then found his place behind JC and lifted the older man a bit, finding his entrance and teasing it with his fingers, whispering nasty, dirty words into JC’s ear. “You ready now?” Justin asked, pushing inside JC with his cock a bit before teasingly withdrawing. “You want me now?” He pushed in a bit further this time, making JC mewl with frustration as he withdrew again. “Yeah…you want me,” Justin finished, finally impaling himself inside JC with one sure lunge, making JC scream and come with the first thrust.

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The shrill ringing of the telephone woke JC up. He fumbled for the phone, finally locating it and sitting up. “Hello?’ he said, his voice raspy and harsh.

“Josh? Have you found him yet?”

His mother’s strident voice made JC’s head pound and his stomach clench. He looked around the room quickly, noting with relief that Justin had left sometime during the night. He peered at the clock. 9 a.m.

“No, Mom, I haven’t found him,” JC said, trying to clear his throat from the smoke and booze he’d been exposed to last night.

“Are you even trying to find him, Joshua?’ his mother’s accusing voice asked. “Or are you hoping to join him back in that heathen lifestyle?’

JC didn’t answer. He caught of glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. His hair was spiked and tangled, his eyes were huge black smudges, his body was covered with angry red welts where Justin had sucked and bit him with increasing fervor as the night progressed. They’d somehow made it back to JC’s hotel room, where they’d spent the rest of the night taking turns fucking each other from every conceivable angle and position. He wondered what he mother would say if he told her that.

“Joshua!”

JC held the phone away from his ear as his mother yelled. “I’ll find him,” he said softly, hanging up the phone, then taking it off the hook.

JC barely made it to the bathroom, retching uncontrollably before finally collapsing onto the floor.



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