The Jeans


It was the jeans that were killing Justin.

He always looked good, Justin thought. Handsome, stylish. Loved the longer hair and how it curled…Justin now understood why’d he’d been so upset when Justin had cut his curls off. It was wonderful running your hands through that mane. And the shirt and jacket was great, too. The gray of the jacket set off his silver blue eyes, and the tight vest hugged his chest…but then he left if off after the performance and sat in only and open white shirt and beater, and that was just as good.

But it was the jeans that were bothering Justin the most. Justin sneaked a peek down the row of seats, past Britney, past his mom, past Trace. He sat there so innocently, maybe he didn’t know what those jeans were doing to Justin. How all those slits pulled tight over his thighs made Justin want to stick his hands inside and grab that warm, soft skin. Maybe he didn’t know how they hugged his crotch and outlined his cock for all the world to see, and how that made Justin’s mouth water. How they made Justin want to rip them off of him and fuck him senseless. Maybe he didn’t know.

Justin looked up from his perusal of JC’s jeans and caught his lover’s eyes. JC smiled slowly, licked his lips, and shifted slightly in his chair, spreading his legs and running his hands over his thighs. Bastard, Justin thought, stifling a groan as JC’s hand fluttered over his fly. He does know what he’s doing to me. Justin had to shift in his seat himself as his erection got bigger, causing Britney to look over at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” she asked, grabbing his hand as a camera came by.

He nodded, tearing his eyes away from JC and looking at her. “I’m fine,” he assured her, flashing his biggest smile. “I’m just going to kill someone after the show," he said through his teeth.

Britney shook her head. She was happy to play the beard for Justin in his relationship with JC, and was use to their antics. Both men had a habit of pushing the other one’s buttons in public. It was part of the game they played. Oh, they were in love, Britney had no doubt. She’d known both of them too long to realize it was anything else. But sometimes they went a bit too far, and came close to getting caught. “Just be careful,” she warned.

The award for Best Pop Video came up, and *Nsync beat everyone, including her. She pulled JC close as he went by. “You’re in trouble, you know,” she whispered as JC kissed her cheek. He gave her a wink then joined his band mates on stage.

Justin was prohibited from talking with JC alone after they won that award. They were immediately shown back to their seats, then back on stage for the Viewer’s Choice Award. Justin almost lost it when JC grabbed his shoulders on the way up, jumping slightly at the feel of JC’s hands as they massaged his shoulders. Just one more thing to pay him back for, Justin thought, thanking everyone verbally but thinking of revenge the whole time.

Getting out of the Met was a nightmare. Cars and limos were backed up for miles. Joey suggested they just walk to the party, but that suggestion was rejected by the women of the group, all of whom were wearing heels. So they waited patiently in the limo queue.

Justin nearly shrieked when he felt a hand on his ass. JC was standing right behind him. Looking around, he discovered that the crush of people was so close no one could possibly see their actions. He leaned back into JC’s hand as it reached around to the front of his pants, his ass now pressed against JC’s erection. Justin snaked one hand around JC to press him closer, stifling both a groan and the need to grind his hips against JC. JC fingers were pulling Justin’s shirt up, his touch like fire on Justin’s skin. His hand was almost down the front of his pants as their first car approached. JC quickly removed his hand.

“Fuck!” Justin exclaimed, causing everyone to turn and stare. “Uh, someone stepped on my foot,” he explained.

“Watch your language, Justin,” his mom scolded as she entered the limo. He helped Britney in next, then watched as JC left for the next car. He caught his lover’s eyes over the open door.

"You’ll pay for this,” he mouthed to JC.

"I sure hope so!” JC mouthed back.

At Planet Hollywood, there was press to go through, fans to greet, and other celebrities to talk to before the group even got to the party floor. Justin snagged a drink and searched for JC across the room. There he was, Justin thought, talking to Pat O’Brien and Brian McKnight. He watched as his lover spoke, JC’s hands moving, his eyes bright, his smile wide and happy. God, he loved him, Justin thought. But right now, he just wanted him more than anything. Justin thought hard about the set-up of this Planet Hollywood. There should be somewhere here they could be alone, he thought. And dammit, he was part owner of this stupid place…why couldn’t he remember? Suddenly, a waitress handed him a crumpled napkin. He straightened out the paper and read the message written on it.

“Third floor. Manager’s office. Now.”

His head popped up and searched for JC, but he’d already left the party floor. Justin headed for the stairs, smiling as he saw Lonnie already standing at bottom. He took the steps three at a time, then ran down the hall to the manager’s office, opening the door and entering the darkened room.

Hands reached out and slammed Justin against the door as soon as it closed. JC’s mouth covered his, tongue penetrating Justin’s mouth, hands roaming over Justin’s body.

“God, I thought we’d never get alone,” JC murmured against his mouth.

Justin wriggled his hands between their bodies, ‘Oh, no,” he said, pushing JC gently backwards. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” Justin said. “These jeans, god, they’ve been driving me crazy.” The men finally stopped moving as JC’s legs hit the manager’s desk. Justin ran his hands down JC’s thighs to the slashed jeans, fingers diving deep, close to JC’s groin.

“If they bother you so much,” JC said, sucking on Justin’s tongue, nibbling on his lips, “I’ll take them off.”

“You’re fucking right you will,” Justin proclaimed, hands ripping at the fasteners of the jeans, pushing the offending material out of the way. JC’s cock sprang free, and Justin knelt down to engulf his entire length in his mouth. Justin sucked JC like there was nothing else in the world, and at that moment in time, there wasn’t. He licked and nibbled, sucked and swirled, swallowed and throated as JC grasped Justin’s head, holding him close and still as his hips pumped in and out of Justin’s mouth. Justin grabbed JC’s hipbones, thumbs pressing against his groin, making JC come in a rush.

Justin slowly released JC’s cock from his mouth, standing up slowly and catching his lover’s mouth for a slow, wet kiss. Justin’s lips traveled down JC’s jaw and up to his ear. “Turn around,” he whispered, his hot breath causing chills to travel down JC’s spine. JC did so, turning to lean against the desk, palms flat on the surface, back arched. Justin opened his own jeans and pressed close to JC, letting his lover feel his erection.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Justin said, running a hand down JC’s ass and spreading his legs apart.

“Justin, do it, please,” JC begged, his hips moving against Justin’s hand, wanting, needing more of his touch.

“Oh, I’ll do it, my love,” Justin promised, reaching around for some of JC’s come that had dripped out to use as a lubricant. Justin wasn’t surprised to find JC getting hard again. He rubbed the come on his own cock and pressed into JC slowly, holding JC’s hips steady for the intrusion.

JC’s head reared back at Justin’s entrance. “Oh, god…oh god…oh..oh..oh,” JC breathed as Justin pumped in and out. Justin reached around and grabbed JC’s cock, matching the rhythm of his hand to the one of his hips. JC bucked and writhed against him. Justin’s other hand pulled JC’ closer as his teeth locked onto JC’s shoulder, his hips pumping faster and faster inside of his lover until finally they both came with a shout of satisfaction, sliding to the floor.

“They’re gonna wonder where we are,” JC said some time later. The lovers were wrapped around each other on the floor. They’d managed to at least pull their pants up, but that was about it as far as moving was concerned.

“Fuck ‘em,” Justin proclaimed, yawning widely, snuggling closer to JC.

JC shook his head. “Nope, too tired.”

Justin laughed, getting to his feet and pulling JC up as well. He watched as JC tucked his shirt in his still unfastened jeans. He ran his hand over the slits in the material, once again unable to resist the site of JC’s skin showing through. “Damn, these are nice,” he said, tickling lightly.

JC swatted his hand away. “That’s why I told the stylist I was going to keep them,” he said, fixing Justin’s shirt. “I knew you’d love them.”

Justin leered at his lover, reaching in for a kiss. “Mmm, sure do. Can’t wait to get them off you again.”

“I got you a pair, too.” JC laughed at Justin’s surprised look. “Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?”



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