Telephone line


The ringing of the phone pulled Justin out of sleep. He reached groggily over to the bedside table, searching for the phone in the unfamiliar hotel room. “lo?” he said, his voice hoarse with sleep.

He sat up with a start. What?…Wait. Justin squinted at the clock, doing the math in his head.

With a smile, he piled the pillows behind him and relaxed against them, the phone clutched to his ear.

“There she goes and I know she knows it by the way…”

A sigh escaped Justin’s lips at the sound of JC’s voice. He loved this song. It was so filled with emotion. How did he do it? Justin wondered. Put all that heart and soul into such simple lyrics.

The sound in the phone changed, became loud and boisterous and…Justin strained to hear. Oh! Justin heard JC’s voice wail over the line.

“I—I—I—I just can’t lose you..”

Justin’s face broke into a huge smile. He loved the choreography to this. The thrusts. The moves. Justin shifted uncomfortably in the bed, his cock stirring at the sound of JC’s voice.

A few more songs, and he heard JC finish up “Some Girls.” Knowing that was the end of the show, Justin waited.

“You still there?” his mother asked.

“I’m here,” Justin replied. “How did he look?”

“Oh, so good,” Lynn said. “He was having so much fun, but he’ll tell you that tonight when he calls.”

“No, tell him not to, please?” Justin heard Lynn make a noise. “No, nothing’s wrong! It’s just…it’s his night, Mom. He needs to think about himself tonight. Not about me.”

“Justin, honey,” Lynn’s voice was skeptical. “Why wouldn’t he want to share it with you?”

Justin sighed. “It’s not that, it’s just. He’ll know, Mom. Just tell him. Tell him I love him, and I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Justin…”

“Good night, Mom, and thanks.” Justin replaced the receiver onto the hook, and then turned off the light, snuggling down into the pillows of the hard hotel bed. JC’s voice was echoing in his head, lulling him to sleep when the phone rang again. He reached a hand out. “’lo?”

“I love you, too,” Click.

Justin smiled in the dark room.



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