The Party


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.

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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.



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