“I don’t know, Just.” JC looked at the car with something akin to trepidation. It was a machine of grace and power, all sleek lines and fancy leather. It was, JC realized, unlike any car he’d ever bought before. “I’m telling you, Josh,” Justin said, running a loving hand over the fender. “This car is you.” JC looked at his lover with a rueful expression. He’s known Justin for eight years, had been in love with him for five, had been his lover for two, and sometimes JC still couldn’t understand how Justin figured things out. He’d been in his studio in their house in Orlando when Justin had bounded in, pulling JC away from the mixing board, explaining that he’d found something that JC just had to see—something that “screamed” JC. So when they’d pulled up to The Sports Car Showcase, JC was somewhat surprised. He’d been here before, of course. It was where Justin bought all his wheeled toys. But how could anything in here be for JC? Justin had led him over to a sleek, blue Jaguar convertible, proclaiming that this was the car for JC. “I don’t know,” JC said again, walking around the car, his hand touching the rich leather of the seats. Justin was presented from answering by the arrival of a salesman. “Mr. Timberlake!” the salesman exclaimed. JC could practically see the dollar signs in the man’s eyes at the sight of Justin. “How wonderful to see you again.” Justin turned and shook the proffered hand. “George. Good to see you, too.” “I see our most recent arrival has caught your attention,” George said. “And I can’t say as I blame you. She’s a beauty.” Justin nodded. “That she is, but I wasn’t thinking of it for me,” he explained, waving a hand in JC’s direction. “But for him.” George turned to JC, who watched as a puzzled expression enter the salesman’s eyes. “For Mr. Chasez?” JC had to smile at George’s predicament. It was obvious the salesman felt the same way as JC did, that he and the car just didn’t fit, but he knew George also didn’t want to insult one of his best customers. JC took pity on him. “I don’t see it either, George.” Justin sighed with exasperation. George looked relieved. “Why am I the only one with vision? With imagination?” Justin asked, not really expecting an answer. “George, get the keys. We’re taking it on the road.” “Justin, if you like the car so much, why don’t you buy it?” JC asked after George left them alone. Justin shook his head. “It’s not me.” JC snorted a laugh. “Just, it’s fast, sleek.” He peeked at the sticker, eyes widening a bit. “And it’s exhorbantly expensive. It’s exactly you!” Justin sighed. “How can I get you to understand?” he asked. George arrived with the key, and soon JC was behind the wheel of the Jag, Justin beside him. He imagined that Justin was considered trustworthy testing cars because George had made no fuss about staying behind. They drove through Orlando, the wind skimming through the car, the stereo blasting. JC had to admit it was a very nice car. Responsive and powerful. He followed Justin’s directions blindly and soon realized they were at the WEG Compound. Johnny and Erika were away, so the house and grounds were deserted. Justin indicated for JC to pull close to the lake. He parked the car and the two men got out, Justin walking around to JC’s side. Justin cocked his head at his lover. “How’d it feel?” he asked, coming close to JC as he leaned against the door. “Very nice,” JC said. “But I still don’t see how this car is me.” Justin stood closer, his hip bushing against JC’s, his hand reaching up to push the flying strands of JC’s hair from his eyes. “This car,” he said, leaning in to kiss JC lightly on the cheek, “is barely leashed sex.” JC pulled back to look at Justin. “What?” The younger man nodded. “Yes, it’s sex…but restrained. Classy. Elegant.” Justin leaned in again, this time catching one of JC’s earlobes between his teeth, nibbling softly. “It screams touch me, feel me, ride me.” Justin’s mouth moved down JC’s jaw, licking and sucking his skin. “But it also says do it at your own risk, because it’s addictive, it’s intoxicating, and because once you’ve had it, you’ll never leave.” Justin’s mouth hovered over JC’s “Just like you.” Justin slammed his mouth down onto JC’s, his tongue penetrating JC’s mouth to duel with his lover’s, sucking his tongue into his own mouth. Justin’s hands were busy, too, fisting in JC’s hair, pulling the other man closer, rubbing his crotch against JC’s, trapping his lover between the heat of his erection and the smooth lines of the car. Justin’s hands left JC’s hair and worked their way down, rubbing JC’s chest, grasping his hips before pushing between them to release JC’s pants. In one move, Justin fell to his knees in the grass, pulled JC’s pants down, and engulfed his cock with his mouth. JC bucked at the feel of Justin’s mouth on him, the heat and wetness making him moan with pleasure. Justin sucked hard on JC’s cock, swallowing and throating and driving him mad. He grabbed Justin’s head, pulling his lover close, pumping his hips into his mouth. JC felt Justin reach a hand up and grasp the base of his cock to add pressure, and JC couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, and came in a rush, collapsing against the car. Justin looked up at his lover’s flushed and satisfied face. He licked JC clean, tucked him back into his pants, patted his now soft cock, and stood up. “Now do you understand?” Justin asked. JC looked at Justin. “Is that really how you see me?” he asked, somewhat incredulously. The younger man nodded. “Yes, that’s how I see you.” He pushed the hair away from JC’s face again. “I find you fascinating and elegant and intriguing and dangerous and sexy and…” JC stopped his words with a hand on Justin’s mouth, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He knew Justin loved him, but never realized all this. “Justin…I’m overwhelmed.” Justin looked at him quizzically. “You still don’t see it, do you?” He shook his head. “Come on…let’s get this back before George hunts us down.” JC handed him the keys. “Here, you’d better drive. I’m still kinda…shaky.” Justin laughed. “You owe me, baby,” he said, starting the car’s engine. “I know,” JC agreed. They drove in silence, until JC just had to ask. “Justin, I don’t really have to buy this car, do I?” “Don’t you like it?” “Sure it do…but Just..” "Don't you need a car here in Florida? "Yes, but..." “But what?” “It’s sixty thousand dollars!” Justin rolled his eyes.