Most
people thought it was JC who refused to wake up. Not so. JC loved to sleep, yes,
but once awake, he was ready to face the day, his enthusiasm for life evident as
he bounded out of bed. No, JC didn’t hate to wake up.
Justin,
though, was a different story.
Justin
fought waking up like a soldier fights the enemy. First, he used avoidance
tactics. He’d cover his head with the sheets or pillows, hiding from the day.
Next, he’d fight back, blindly flailing his hands about to ward off whoever
was bothering his slumber. And finally, he’d try subterfuge. He’d pretend he
was still asleep, refusing to answer until finally, they left him alone.
Most
of the time, it bothered JC that Justin wouldn’t get up when called. They’d
be late for a shoot, JC insisted. Come on, Justin, we need to get to the studio,
he’d call. Day after day, time after time, it was JC pulling Justin up from
bed, walking him into the shower, and shoving the still slumbering boy under the
spray. Justin always sputtered angrily, but JC just gave him a look that said If
you had gotten up on your own, this wouldn’t be necessary. So Justin
usually just closed the shower door and decided to face the day.
However,
for now they were on a hiatus. There was no where to go, no one to meet, and
nothing for them to do for weeks. So JC let Justin sleep in.
At
least that was the plan.
The
sight of Justin sleeping, so still, so deeply, should have warmed JC’s heart.
Should have made him think Now he can stay asleep all he wants.
Instead,
the sight of Justin in bed made him hotter than hell, and all he wanted to do
was jump the boy’s bones.
JC
considered his options. He could let Justin sleep.
Or,
he could indulge himself in some heavy petting until he woke up and joined in on
the fun.
JC
decided on the latter.
Justin
usually slept on his back. Which made it that much easier for JC to attack him.
Propping himself on his elbow, JC surveyed the bounty that lay before him. He
reached out his hand, running a finger along the skin of Justin’s chest were
it peaked out from the sheets. Smooth, soft, hot. JC moved his fingers down a
bit, shifting the sheet out of the way to expose more of Justin’s chest.
Hmmm, JC though. Nipples. Delicious for a
morning snack. JC leaned in gently, nose bumping Justin’s chest as his tongue
circled the delicate bud. He flicked and nibbled until it turned rock hard in
his mouth. Then JC attached his mouth to it and sucked.
Hard.
Justin
shifted a bit at the action of JC’s mouth, causing JC to stop. He didn’t
want to wake up Justin just yet. Kissing the nipple goodbye, JC pulled the sheet
back a bit further. Scrumptious. A light dusting of hair across Justin’s chest,
leading down to heaven. JC’s fingers traced a path down that treasure trail,
stopping to lightly tease Justin’s bellybutton before moving back up. He
couldn’t resist reaching over and pulling a bit on the other nipple.
Justin
shifted again, and JC watched smiling as the sheet began to tent around
Justin’s hips. Bingo, JC thought. I’ve struck the mother lode/.
JC pushed the sheet down further, past Justin’s groin. His hand traced the
elastic of Justin’s boxers, dipping his fingers below the waistband to the
just skim the heat beneath. Justin’s legs started shifting restlessly as
JC’s fingers grew bolder, reaching Justin’s cock but never staying.
Justin’s hips started moving on the bed, his hips asking for more of the touch
so close, but teasingly out of reach. JC’s hand slipped deeper, feathering a
touch down to Justin’s sac, lightly skimming the throbbing hardness before…
A
strong hand clamped down on JC’s holding it in place. JC looked up to find
Justin’s eyes wide open. Blue met blue as Justin moved JC’s hand up and down
and up and down and faster and faster and fasterfasterfaster…
JC
pulled his hand out of the moist stickiness of Justin’s boxers and rolled on
top of Justin, a sparkle in his eyes. “Good morning,” he said, leaning down
for a kiss.
Justin
grabbed JC’s head, returning the kiss with fervor. He flipped them over until
JC lay beneath him. “And a very good morning it is,” Justin returned,
slipping down JC’s body, kissing and licking and finally, finally,
sucking.
Quite
a good morning, indeed.