Justin hit the cue ball smoothly, watching with a smile as it hit the
other ball, landing it directly into the pocket. He bent again and shot, nose
scrunching as this one failed to fall in. He straightened up and looked at Trace,
noticing his friend was watching the dance floor of the club instead of the game.
He hit Trace on the arm with his cue stick. “Hey…your turn,” Justin said.
Trace blinked, then nodded his head toward the dance floor. “Doesn’t that
bother you?”
Justin looked at the dancers, wondering what Trace was talking about. “What?”
he asked.
“JC,” Trace said. “And…well…I mean, look at him.”
Justin did. JC was, to put it mildly, “getting his freak on.” He was
sandwiched between two girls, grinding and dancing and enjoying his birthday
party, just as Justin had hoped. JC liked nothing better than to dance, Justin
knew. This was his present to him. Well, Justin thought, feeling for the paper
in his pocket. One of them, anyway.
He turned back to Trace. “Why would it bother me?” he asked. “It’s his
birthday party, and he’s having a great time, just like I wanted for him.”
“Look at him!” Trace protested. “He’s plastered with girls, grinding
into them. Doesn’t that bother you?”
Justin lowered his cue stick, leaning his arms on it negligently while waiting
for Trace to figure it out. He watched as Trace looked at JC, then back at
Justin, then back at JC, the light finally dawning in his eyes.
“Oh…oh…OH!” he exclaimed. “They’re girls!” He smacked himself on
the forehead, dislodging his hat. “That’s why you’re not worried about it!”
Justin just laughed, picking up Trace’s hat with his cue. “Sometimes I worry
about you, Trace,” he said, indicating for his friend to make a shot.
******************
The party had been a great success, and was slowly winding down. All that
remained of the dancers were Eric, Justin’s bodyguard of the moment, and his
girl. The four *Nsyncer’s that had showed—Joey had surprised JC by getting
the night off, and was taking the red-eye back to NY in a few hours—were
sitting at a booth, talking to Lance on a speaker phone.
“You all know that Justin and I would have won it for the Daze if I had been
there,” Lance’s voice sounded through the speaker. “It’s JC that causes
the losing curse.”
“Hey!” JC protested. “It’s my birthday, be nice to me.”
Joey looked at his watch. “Not any more, C,” he said with a sigh. “In fact,
time for me to mosey over to the airport and catch my flight.” He shifted out
of the booth, grabbing JC as he rose as well. “Happy birthday, dude,” Joey
whispered. “I’m glad to see you so happy.”
JC pulled away and searched Joey’s face. “We’re fine, Joe. Don’t worry
about us.”
Joey pulled at one of JC’s curls. “I’ll kick his ass if he’s not, you
know that.” Joey’s eyes skimmed over to Justin for a quick glance. “You
take care of him,” he instructed the younger man.
Justin nodded. “I will,” he vowed.
“Come on, Chris,” he ordered. “Take me to the airport.”
“Do I hafta?” But after hugging both JC and Justin, Chris followed Joey out
nonetheless.
Which left JC and Justin alone. Eric and girl had left the dance floor, and the
two lovers were alone. They sat back down in the booth, Justin pulling JC into
his arms. “Have a good party?” he murmured against JC’s ear.
JC leaned into Justin’s mouth, shivering at the hot breath fanning his damp
skin. “I had a wonder party, thank you.” He reached up and kissed Justin,
trying to deepen the kiss, but Justin pulled away.
“I haven’t given you your present,” he said, reaching behind him and
pulling something out of his pocket. It was folded blue paper, the kind that
covered legal documents. Justin handed it to JC with shaky fingers. “Happy
Birthday.”
A puzzled expression entered JC’s eyes as he shifted in the booth, taking the
paper from Justin. His eyes skimmed the document quickly, his mouth dropping in
astonishment. “What…Justin…you sold your house in Orlando?”
Justin pushed a wayward curl behind JC’s ear, his fingers softly caressing the
silky skin. “I just figured I’d move out to LA, you see, and it made sense
to let the house go.” He tugged a bit harder at JC’s ear. “Of course, I
don’t have anyplace to live out here, so I was wondering what you could
suggest.”
“Justin,” JC blinked owlishly. “Justin, you know I want you to live with
me…have wanted that forever, but…I thought you were worried how it would
look.”
Justin took a deep breath. “I was wrong,” he said steadily. “It doesn’t
matter how it looks, or what people think.” He leaned in close to JC,
whispering against the older man’s mouth. “All that matters is that we’re
together, and we can’t be together if I live in Orlando and you live in LA.”
The kiss was hot and hard and full of promise. “So…can I move in?” Justin
asked mischievously.
“Well, I don’t know,” he hedged. JC thought Justin looked a bit too sure
of his welcome. “I mean…it’s not that big of a house, and for two
people…”
“What?”
JC laughed at the astonishment of Justin’s face. “Idiot,” he chided,
kissing him. “Of course you can move in…today…tonight…whenever.” He
looked around the club. “I guess we should leave, huh?”
Justin shook his head. “I haven’t had my dance yet,” he said, shifting
himself out of the booth and going to the DJ booth. He flipped a few switches,
turned a few knobs, and music filled the room.
JC watched as Justin glided across the dance floor to him, a devilish twinkle in
his eyes. He pulled JC to his feet, leading the older man to the middle of the
floor. “I love watching you dance, did you know that?” Justin said into
JC’s hair as he pulled his lover close. “Whether on stage or like this…you
knock me out with the way you move, the way your body just seems to float on the
air.” He pulled JC’s hips to his groin, moaning at the feel of JC’s ass
rubbing on his already hard erection. “You’re perfection in motion, Jace…and
just this once, I want to dance with you.”
And dance they did. JC let the music pour over him and let go, grinding into
Justin with a sexy rhythm. He lifted his arms behind him, pulling Justin closer
and being rewarded with another moan of pleasure. JC turned around fast,
throwing one of his legs over one of Justin’s and straddling his leg, riding
it in time to the music pounding in the air. Justin’s hand held steady on
JC’s slim waist, holding the other man as he writhed on Justin.
Justin gazed in awe at the magical creature in his arms. It was true, he
thought. When JC danced, either on stage or at a club, he did it 110%, and did
it with grace and perfection. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back,
completely as one with the rhythms soaring through the room.
Slowly, JC lifted his eyes to Justin, smiling slyly as he hitched himself even
higher on Justin’s thigh, pressing his own hardness against Justin’s. He ran
his hand over his chest, up his neck, his fingers running through his glorious
hair, finally lifting his arms high in the air with a stretch before placing
them on Justin’s shoulders. JC laid his palms flat on Justin, slowly running
his hands down the boy’s chest, pressing hard against Justin’s nipples. The
fingers move toward the center of Justin’s’ chest, quickly unbutton his
shirt and spreading the material wide. Before Justin could react, JC’s mouth
was on his chest, sucking at the delicate flesh, nibbling the tender nipples.
“Oh…God…Josh…” Justin groaned, holding JC’s head closer to his
chest. His skin was on fire. JC’s mouth was burning a trail of heat up from
his nipples to his neck, finally reaching Justin’s mouth and taking it in a
searing kiss. It was hot and hard and wet, a true sexual kiss, full of power and
heat and taste. Their tongues danced and dueled, their lips melded, their hearts
pounded. Justin almost over the edge of desire, wanting JC so badly, needed to
feel his special heat.
Justin pulled away from JC’s mouth with a groan, looking around the room
franticly. He spied a close booth, practically dragging JC over to it with him.
With a great shove, Justin threw away the table, turning around and sitting
down, pulling JC down on his lap at the same time.
Again, a sly smile crept onto JC’s handsome features. He scooted off
Justin’s lap, quickly kicking off his slides and unbuttoning his pants. The
material slid to the floor with a whoosh, just as Justin’s breath did—JC was
going commando.
“It’s still technically my birthday, right?” he asked Justin, leaning down
and unfastening Justin’s pants. He slid them over Justin’s hips, then
kneeled on the booth bench, straddling Justin’s groin and rubbing his own
against it.
“Yes, it is,” Justin said shakily.
“Good.” He lifted Justin’s hand to his mouth, slowly sucking on two of
Justin’s fingers before leading the fingers down his body to his heated
entrance. “Then I want another present,” he demanded, rubbing the wet
fingers against his hole. “And I want it now.”
Justin needed no further urging. He grabbed JC’s hips and lifted him, placing
his cock at JC’s opening and thrusting upward while pulling the older man
down. They both screamed with pleasure.
Again, Justin was in awe at the man in his arms. JC’s head was thrown back in
passion, his eyes closed, his hips moving with Justin in a rhythm as old as
time, but always new and exciting to them. JC looked down at Justin, their eyes
locking with loving understanding. “I love you,” they said to each other in
unison. Then their climaxes shot through them, and all coherent thoughts were
gone except the intense pleasure found in each other.
“What a nice birthday,” JC said when speech had returned. He looked down at
Justin with love shining in his eyes. “You’ve given me so much…how do I
top that when it’s your birthday?” he asked.
“I’m not looking for a reward, Josh,” Justin said solemnly.
JC touched Justin’s mouth softly. “I know that, Justin,” he agreed. “I
love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said, leaning in for a kiss when he pulled back
quickly, eyes widening in horror.
“Justin?” JC said in alarm. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Josh…over there, in the corner.” Justin’s voice was hoarse with
emotion. “There’s a…a…”
“A what?” JC demanded, twisting around on Justin’s lap, trying to find
what scared him so much.
His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. “A video surveillance camera.”
JC couldn’t help it. He howled with laughter, holding his love close to him,
and hoping against hope that camera had been turned on. What a nice birthday
memory that would be, he thought.
He made a mental note to send Tiny for the tape in the morning.