Part 31


Outside a few minutes later, they were seated in a couple side-by-side reclining deck chairs, sipping cherry brandy - the after-dinner liqueur JC had chosen from the bar in Justin's den - breathing in the night air, and peering down the sloping canyon that was littered with twinkling lights from other houses up here in The Hills. Justin had already pointed out for JC a few spots down in the neighborhood he knew to be homes of famous and not-so-famous celebrities.

JC laughed, relaxed and contented, sprawled back in his chair. "You've got a tight little setup here, man. No joking. Cool pad. Cool view. Cool everything. I like this place. It's all SO you."

"Thanks. It'll do, I guess."

"'It'll do, I guess.' You crack me up, Justin. It's awesome. Really."

"Well, you're welcome to swing by anytime, you know. For the dogs. For the view."

"For another excellent feast prepared by a pro?"

"I'm not a pro. Stop that. But absolutely. For anything. Just feel free."

JC sighed aloud, legs stretched out in front of him, a crisp breeze blowing in off the distant Pacific Ocean ruffling the fine layers of his hair. "I do. I feel lots of free right now."

"Great. Me too."

Justin smiled, sitting there in the shadows on his patio, when he remembered the sweet dream he'd had just the night before in JC's bed……….on a blanket, at the beach, under the stars, with JC……….and how much that perfect place mirrored this one, how oddly coincidental it was. And how very odd coincidence itself was in the first place. He eased out his hand to graze the inside of it over the back of JC's as it lay on the arm of the chair, flinching at the warmth of the contact.

Then, like a natural continuum process, they began to talk about the events of their respective days, both of them selectively refraining from telling the other how pumped and excited their friends had gotten that they'd each had a date that had gone that far on Sunday night. Justin. Yeah, that could wait.

Justin told JC about the body-butter concepts he'd been working on. And JC gave him a little insight into his racquetball adventures from that afternoon.

"The chick who came in at 3:00 was pitiful, man. No other word for it, I swear. I felt damn sorry for her. Out of shape and uncoordinated as hell. Totally not the athletic type at all. More like one of those professional party-hoppers in the Hollywood circles. You know the type I'm talking about. Blond, super tanned, fake tits, tons of makeup. She looked hot and all, I guess, if you like that brand of hot, but had the brains of, say, a damn stapler. Lights are home, but nobody's home. Know what I'm saying? I'm not sure why she was even hitting the gym in the first place OR how she got MY name and number."

Justin snickered beside him. "Maybe she picked it up same as I did."

"Well, however she got it, dude, she needed to be in a beginner's class or something. I should start screening these cats when they call. Damn. And I swear she was about half-boozed up too! I mean, like, I couldn't smell it over that quart of stank perfume she had on, but she kept giggling and stumbling around and shit, and I was getting afraid she was about to bust out and lose one of those silicone honkers out of that skimpy tank top she was half-ass wearing. And that would have been……….ugh, just no. 'Baby, keep those things to yourself, okay? I got no use for 'em.'"

"Silicone honkers. Hahaha." Justin was laughing harder now. "Aww, she was trying to impress you, man."

"Well, flashage of boobage ain't the way to do that." JC wrinkled his nose. "And girlfriend was definitely trying to hit on me too. No doubt about that. I was almost like, 'Tara, honey. Touch my ass one more time by accident, and I'm going to bitch-slap you right here on this court, girl. The Chasez bum is NOT part of what you paid for."

Justin stamped his foot he was giggling so hard. "Sorry, JC, but I can totally sympathize with the poor chick. Been there. On the court with you. Wanted to touch the Chasez bum too. I'm as fucking guilty as - What'd you call her? -'Tara'?"

"Yeah. Tara Reece or Reid or something. Maybe Ream." JC snickered. "Just kidding. But really, she scurred me."

"You're hilarious, JC." Justin snickered and slapped JC's lean thigh.

"All in a day's work, man. And FYI. The bum was never off-limits to you, Justin. You're no Tara."

"Well, now I feel special."

"You should. You are." JC shrugged and smoothed his fingers over Justin's. "I tell ya. Sometimes it's Dull City at the health club. And sometimes it's weird on weird."

"Do tell. Your day sounds way more interesting than mine was."

"Well, at six, I was lucky enough to have another brand new one, a guy this time." JC rolled his eyes. "In for his first lesson. I don't have a clue why he was there either. Dude knew what he was doing. He could play just fine. He didn't need me. Looked like he worked a lot too. But whatever. You pay your dime, you get my time."

"So how'd he get your name and number?" Justin asked to make conversation. "Did he say?"

JC shook his head. "A friend referred him, he said. But when I asked who the friend was, he went all vague and flipped the subject. A little strange, if you ask me. Oh, but he did say he's in advertising - like you - but then he mentioned how he writes for a living. I don't know. Could've been stoned. Had kind of freaky eyes, like he was looking right through me."

Justin giggled. "Well, we have copywriters in advertising. They write for a living," he mumbled, staring out at the darkness and wishing the stars weren't so obscured by the city lights, not giving much thought to JC's new male client.

"Ah. Learn something new every day……….Hey, maybe you know him, this dude. I think I remember his name. Hold on. Something short and common. Hmm………."

Justin turned to shoot JC a grin before he could waste any more energy trying to come up with the guy's name. "There are at least a hundred ad/PR firms in the L.A. area, JC. We don't necessarily all know each other."

JC glanced at him and laughed. "Whatever. Just thought I'd give it a shot. But never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Even if I do know him, you know what? I don't care right now." Justin flashed that slick half-smile of his to seal his point.

"Gotcha," JC smiled too.

Moments later, when their glasses were close to empty, Justin checked his watch to see that it was nearing midnight already. Christ, where had the time flown off to? Hadn't JC just arrived only a few minutes ago? He reached over and slipped his hand around JC's, folding and holding.

"Hey, um, did you bring your toothbrush with you?" he whispered.

JC snickered softly, wrapping his long fingers around Justin's hand, so full of warm. "Yep. But I left it in the car. Avoiding the dreadful presumption thing, you know."

"I was hoping you'd spend the night."

"I was hoping you'd ask."

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As relaxed and comfortable with each other as they could be now, the mad consuming whirlwind of urgency from the night before simmered down to a rumbling boil, they lie together stretched out parallel in Justin's bed with a candle burning on each side of them and make out for a long time. A slow and tender exploration of each other's body, with mouths and hands and even legs seeking out places and spots to discover and rediscover, a warm skin-to-skin labyrinth of lips and limbs, taking time this time to touch and taste, to get to know better, to mark, to memorize. Fingertips sleeking against heartbeats, hips grinding into hips, mouths savoring neck veins that throb with a hot, quick pulse.

Neither is sure how long it goes on, the gentle roll of heat waving over them. They're lost in it, prisoners to it, content to be wrapped up in the slick warmth of each other's flesh. The rest of the world has gone far away and left them alone, and they're fine with that. Fingers slip easily into waistbands of the shorts they still wear - the only things they still wear besides their necklaces - causing both of them to shiver and moan against the other's lips as the fabric is pulled down over slender waists and aching-hard cocks.

"I don't think I could've driven all the way home knowing this great body of yours was back here all alone in this bed with a hard-on like that," JC growls at Justin's earlobe and rubs the swell of his own erection into the thud of Justin's.

Justin grabs JC's ass and holds it in his palms for more of the sweet friction with each swivel of JC's pelvis against his dick. "I would've had to tie you down to the mattress if you'd tried to leave," he pants. "Because I wanted you so bad."

JC snickers, hot air at Justin's throat. "Hmm. Now there's a future-episode idea."

Justin hisses as JC moves down his body, a slow path of satin steam from his wet mouth over Justin's tight skin. His cock throbs and jerks against his upper thigh, desperate for that mouth to find it and fold around it.

"You're so smooth……….and silky," JC hisses across Justin's abdomen, licking a quiver over the firm flesh. "Silky……….like a Milky Way."

"Hmm. That reminds me," Justin groans, imagining the feel of JC's tongue swiping moisture around the head of his hurting dick. "I totally forgot dessert. Sorry, JC. No after-dinner sweet stuff. I'm a lousy host."

"Justin, Justin," JC purrs, slithering down between Justin's legs now. "You worry too damn much, bay-bee. I've got me all the sweet stuff I want. Right here."

Justin can't answer except to whimper. JC is sliding a wicked hot, wet lap of his tongue around Justin's swollen balls and up the length of his long erection. Sinfully and slowly, he does it again, licking at the thick residue leaking from the tip.

"Fuck, JC……….You're murdering me here."

"Oh. It hurts?" JC whispers, between excruciating laps up and down Justin's solid heat, his lips closing around more of the darkened head each evil time he reaches it again.

"It aches……….so good……….Please don't stop."

"No chance of that."

Justin groans and bucks his hips off the mattress when JC's fingers squeeze his tender sac and JC's mouth sucks him into a tight, wet, warmth that swells around the thickness of his shaft. It feels so damn hot and confining, snug and vaporizing, jaw muscles constricting and sliding up and down on his length, he almost comes right then and there. He'd been wanting like hell to jump all over JC since he'd gotten there hours ago. And the kissing and groping foreplay had been delicious but had made him hornier for this man than he'd ever been before.

But he doesn't buckle and lose his load. Not yet. He wants the intense pleasure of JC's lips and tongue tightening around his cock to last. And he knows the perfect distraction he needs to prolong the hot sensation before he comes too quickly.

With a little squirming and maneuvering on the sheets - but not so much that JC's magnificent slide of silky heat over his erection would be disturbed at all - Justin scoots downward over the mattress and twists himself around until the steamy, anxious tangle of their limbs that had started off face-to-face ends up in a convenient head-to-groin position. JC doesn't stop, only adjusts the smooth curl of his body to accommodate Justin's face at his crotch.

Justin whimpers again and licks a sheen of moisture over his lips at the sight of JC's full balls and rock-hard reddened dick, wet from its own juices, jutting toward him so close. Almost tasting it already, he shudders as a tiny fire rages through him, ignited by JC's busy mouth at his lap.

He inches closer, breathing in the musky scent of JC's neatly trimmed pubes, and opens his lips wider. Wanting. Confident he can handle the size, he gently closes his fingers around the cock's thick base and then slowly lowers his mouth onto its head, swallowing the length in until he can feel all of it swelling and throbbing with a strong pulse against his jaws.

JC gasps and groans around Justin's own hardness, suctioning him in harder with the spiraling intensity of the sensation. And sleek, wet sounds of sucking and groaning echo in hushes in the room as their bodies writhe against each other with blind, raw energy, and they both work the other's hard, slick erection like they know they like to have their own worked.

JC explodes first, unable to endure much of the tight, rhythmic deep-throating Justin is clutching his hips and laying on him. "Holy sweet fucking Lord," he snarls around Justin's vibrating cock, making Justin shake with pre-gasmic tremors. "Day-um……….that's good……….that's damn good," he hisses and thrusts himself in and out of Justin's mouth.

Justin doesn't have to hold back any longer either. As soon as JC slips a middle finger up under the hot ache in his balls and eases it inside the snug little hole further and further through the snug muscles to tap that spot, everything inside him tenses and cinches and, with JC still big and thudding and filling his jaws with tangy sweetness, he moans and flinches as the release finally blasts through him and through him and through him, shooting out of him and into the hot vacuum that is JC's mouth. JC trembles beside him as Justin's front teeth scrape the length of his still-spasming dick.

They both collapse backward on the bed, sweating, panting, wincing. Justin thinks of struggling to swing himself around so that he can be head-to-head with JC once again. But when he opens his exhausted eyes and turns his neck, he sees, against a backdrop of flickering candlelight, the perfect silhouette of JC flipped over and lying on his stomach now, his head resting on his folded arms, and the elegant curve of his spine dipping downward to the small of his back and then rising naturally again over the svelte roundness of his ass.

It's too gorgeous, smooth planes of skin shiny with perspiration in the shifty shadows, and Justin can't resist rolling onto his side, propping himself on an elbow, and sliding his fingertip down the long, graceful slope. Slowly. Affectionately. But it's hardly enough, to just feel it, and Justin needs to taste it too. With a soft moan, he leans in closer and presses his mouth to that sweet, warm contour of flesh where JC's back fuses with his butt. At the delicate touch, JC moves his head to face him and narrowly opens the slits of his eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey, back," Justin whispers weakly, savoring the briny kiss on his lips.

"You do that, well, better than any fucking body. You know that?"

"No. You do. You're positively carnivorous. I think I've lost all feeling in my legs."

"You legs? I can't move anything on my whole damn body."

"Good thing you're staying here tonight then." Justin finds the energy to first smirk and then smile. He brings his fingertip up to stroke JC's damp cheek.

"Yeah, that is a good thing."

Justin is quiet for a moment or two, admiring the sleek profile of JC's body laid out next to him, watching the structure of JC's face change as his expressions do. His racing heart is at last beginning to slow.

"What are you doing Thursday night?"

JC raises his eyelids a little higher, and the cobalt orbs inside are bright, like starlight on a black, black night. "Racquetball, as usual. I was hoping to pencil you in permanently in that damn 8:00 slot for that night. That was when we, like, met for the first time, you know."

Justin smiles. He knows. And it pleases him more than he can say to hear that JC does too. He readjusts his position on the bed so that they're face-to-face again.

"I remember. So yeah. Make me a regular for that time spot. That'll be cool. I could use a guaranteed workout every week."

And a guarantee that I'll see you too.

JC smiles back, obviously pleased too. "Okay. But you meant something else, didn't you? What's up?"

"Well, after that. Do you have big plans?" Justin reaches for a pillow and slides it over to him.

JC shrugs, grabbing the pillow and shoving it under his head. He throws a long leg over Justin's two. "Depends. What have you got in mind?"

Justin squinches up his face first. "Don't gag. Bowling. With some guys from work."

JC giggles. "Bowling?"

"Yeah. Go ahead and say 'no fucking way.' I won't blame you one bit."

JC pushes at Justin's shoulder playfully. "I dig bowling."

"You do not."

"I do! CK's always bugging the crap out of me to go, but I'm usually working and can't hang out with him. Thursday will be perfect, man! Really!"

Justin ponders for a second. "Hmm. You could invite him along too. The more, the merrier, right?"

JC frowns and looks away. Justin edges over closer.

"What?"

"I dunno. I told Chris about you. You know, just a little. And he sort of, um, wants to meet you. I think maybe just to make sure you're real and I'm not hallucinating you up in my head," JC giggles.

"So?" Justin lifts his head slightly and grins. This is relieving news, encouraging news. "I've got 'em too. A couple of my friends that want to meet you. They'll probably be there Thursday. So, like, you can still say 'hell no' anytime. It's not too late."

JC's blue eyes shimmer up at him, smiling. "Okay. I'm not saying 'hell no' or 'no fucking way.' It sounds like a wild time. Let's do it."

"Cool." Justin's gut lurches excitedly. "You'll bring Chris? To balance out my nosy-ass friends?"

"We'll see. If he's had his rabies shots that day, then maybe. His brain's just not right, see. It might be dangerous to get him around too much bright lights and loud noise."

Justin snickers and shifts their entwined legs. "You're crazy."

"You pal Lance. Is he coming?"

Justin nods. "Oh, yeah. That boy misses zero opportunity to party, let me tell ya. And Jesse will be along too. He never goes far without Jesse."

For a two-second span, Justin wonders if JC will remember the Bassenbaums when he hooks up with them again. But it doesn't worry him. Nothing worries him right now.

"What do they call you?"

"What?"

JC grazes Justin's mouth with his fingertip, something strangely erotic Justin is rapidly getting used to. "What do your buds call you? Justin? Or what?"

Justin licks the salty pad of JC's finger at his lips. "The close ones, like Lance, call me J."

"J. I like that. Short and sweet."

"Use it if you want. What do your friends call you?"

"Well, Kirkpatrick - Chris - he just goes with C. Like your J. I think sometimes he can't remember the rest." JC giggles. "It's, like, one sound short of JC. Original, right?"

"It's cute."

JC rolls his eyes. "But my other pals, like Tony, the musician I told you about, call me Jace."

"Jace," Justin lets it sizzle off his tongue. "That's sexy, man. Like a little orgasmic hiss or something."

JC snickers again and reaches up to touch Justin's mussed hair. "You crack me up."

"I know. You said."

"So use whichever you want. Or make up your own."

"Thanks for coming over tonight, Jace," Justin whispers.

"Thanks for the invite, J. It's been fucking awesome."

"Sleepy?"

"Not very. Not with you laying there looking so hot."

"All right now. There you go with the random flattery crap."

"Sue me," JC purrs. Sweet, hot, pure seduction in two simple, shivery syllables. Like "Jay-cee."

Justin is instantly seduced. No chance for recovery here. Nope. He laughs softly and slides his arm over JC's shoulder, pulling him closer. "Okay. Who the fuck needs sleep anyway? C'mere."



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