This or tat


Melinda scowled her displeasure as she spied JC wandering around backstage. She approached the *Nsyncer, further infuriated by the sight of his broad smile and excited eyes when he should have been mortified at being caught. “I thought we agreed it would be best if you stayed out of sight,” she scolded.

JC’s brows rose at Melinda’s words. “You suggested it would be best,” he corrected. “If you recall, I never really agreed.” His smiled widened as Melinda started to protest. “Besides, I doubt I’ll be recognized.”

Melinda gave a short bark of a laugh. “You’re joking, right?” She looked at JC, her eyes traveling up and down his slim frame. “Skinny white guy with curly brown hair, dressed in a pink tee-shirt and Gucci bucket hat, backstage at Justin’s first show?” She shook her head. “Believe me, you’ll be recognized. I imagine the slashers will have a field day once word is out.”

JC blinked owlishly. “Slashers?”

Melinda waved him off. “Never mind.” She scanned the growing crowd, noticing a few girls pointing from the stands as they gazed backstage. “Will you please…for me…just get out of sight?” she asked, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him with away.

“Did you get what I wanted?” JC asked, stubbornly refusing to move until she answered.

“Here.” She shoved a plastic bag into his hands. “Don’t ever ask me to get you something like that again,” she complained as they walked to the dressing room area.

“Well, I guess I could always have done it myself…” JC said, his nose buried in the bag.

Melinda paled at the thought.

***

Justin bounced into the hotel room, still buzzing with his performance high. He smiled broadly at the sight of JC sitting on the bed. “You waited up!”

“Of course I did,” JC scolded. Justin had been busy with a first-night performance meeting with his production crew that had kept him from being with JC until now. “What did Johnny say?” JC asked, flipping off the TV and scooting over to the edge of the bed as Justin approached.

“Oh, the usual,” Justin said, kicking off his shoes and throwing off his over shirt. “Too much this, too much that.” He leaned down and captured JC’s mouth with his own.

As always, the heat the simmered just below the surface of the two men bubbled over. Tongues chased, breathing became rapid, and cocks grew hard. All it took, all it ever took, was one touch, one kiss, one look.

JC scrambled to his knees and pulled Justin closer to him. They broke contact only long enough for JC to pull off Justin’s tee shirt, then fused together once more. JC felt Justin’s hands at his own clothing and pulled away slightly.

Justin frowned at JC’s actions. “Josh?”

JC just smiled. He reached a hand out and dimmed the lights a bit before hooking a finger in Justin’s loose jeans. “Did I ever tell you how much this means to me?” he asked, skimming his fingers across a certain area under Justin’s waistband.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.” Justin groaned as JC’s finger’s skimmed the sensitive skin of his groin.

“It means a lot,” JC proclaimed, quickly unzipping Justin’s pants and exposing the tattoo. JC leaned down, kissing the letters JSC that had been etched forever into Justin’s skin. “I just wish I could reciprocate.”

Justin shook his head, pulling JC up for a searing kiss. “I didn’t do it so you’d feel obligated,” he said. “I did it because it’s the truth. I belong to you. I’ve always belonged to you.”

JC nodded. “And I belong to you,” he vowed. “But, since I can’t show you like you showed me, I thought I’d do the next best thing.” In one move, JC scooted off the bed and pushed Justin down.

Justin’s face showed his confusion. “What…I don’t understand, Josh…what…oh…my…God.” Justin’s voice trailed off as JC removed his pants.

The panties barely fit, but that didn’t stop Justin’s mouth watering at the sight of JC’s cock encased in blue cotton embossed with a huge JT. “You like?” JC asked, walking slowly to the bed.

Justin raised his eyes. “Oh, yes. I like.” He pulled JC to him, settling the older man to straddled Justin’s hips. He licked his lips as his hands touched the soft material covering JC’s hard, hot cock. “I like a lot.” He smiled as JC groaned at his touch. “And I like you, too.”

JC pressed down, his hips squeezing Justin’s erection. “Only like?” he teased, leaning down and pulling Justin’s lip with his teeth.

Justin moved quickly, flipping them over until JC lay beneath Justin, his legs spread as Justin’s own pushed them wide. “More than like, baby,” he said, tearing the panties off and exposing JC to Justin’s unrestricted view and touch. “More, more, more,” he said.

JC could only agree with him as passion took over.

***

Sticky and sated, the lovers lay in each other’s arms. JC flipped them around until Justin lay on JC’s chest, his hand flipping the light off. He felt Justin laugh against him. “What’s so funny?”

Justin held up the remnants of the panties. “However did you get these?” he asked.

“I made Melinda buy them,” JC said, yawning.

Justin laughed even harder. “Oh, she must have loved that,” Justin mused. “But I guess she did it to keep you from buying them yourself, right?”

“I could have asked Beth, but it’s much more fun to bedevil Melinda.” JC laughed. “I think I’ll ask her to pick me up some lube tomorrow.”

Justin howled with laughter “You’re evil!”

“But you love me anyway, right?”

Justin looked into JC’s eyes; the eyes of the man he’d loved since he was twelve. “Always.”



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