Justin senses early that this isn’t going to be a typical roll in the hay with JC. Not that *any* rolls in the hay with JC are “typical.” God and Satan and Heaven and Hell forbid. No fucking way. But this one tonight will be different, Justin feels in every heartbeat that pumps life racing through his body. The warning signs, the red flags, the flashing lights lurk in the silver-blue shadows of JC’s eyes. Something feral. Something predatory. Something mysterious and simmering, just beginning to slowly boil, that Justin wants to bottle up and keep his own stash of, even though he has absolutely zero clue what it is or how dangerously strong it might be. He wants it. He wants JC. And JC wants him too. That he knows. He can see it, the desire, crystallized deep in those indigo eyes, can taste it smoldering behind the hungry kiss, can feel it desperate for release under a sleek ripple on that inner thigh. JC wants him. They’re upstairs now (somehow, and Justin can’t be bothered trying to figure out how the hell *that* happened with him being only vaguely aware of it. Christ, maybe he’s in a trance. Or dreaming all of this. “Gonna sneak up on ya, girl. Like thisss……….like thisss.”). They’re upstairs making out on the bed. It’s dark in the room, only a few layers of the security lights outside sneaking through the slatted blinds covering the window. They’re lying naked on their sides, facing each other, tangled up in each other, the slick-slide sensation of hot skin against hot skin, every muscle in both bodies stretching and tingling on each other. JC tells him he loves him, whispers it to him with each aggressive brush of his mouth over Justin’s lips, screams it at him with every sweet-burn bite at the curve of Justin’s neck, forces him to believe it with a hundred million maddening, rocket-hot licks around Justin’s tight nipples and the flat planes of his stomach, repeats it to him again and again with syrup-like slithering of his sleek limbs over Justin’s, wrapping around Justin and drawing all willpower to move out of him. “I want to taste your smile……….and the colors just under your skin,” he moans breathily at Justin’s ear. And Justin’s not sure he’s heard him correctly, drugged by JC’s deep kisses and paralyzed by JC’s raw-flesh heat like he is. He’s on his back now, his cock full and on fire, his body thrumming beneath this whirlwind of sensual, wickedly sexual energy that is JC. JC licks a streak of wet flames up the column of his throat, making small growling noises, making Justin shiver. He rolls over on top of Justin and straddles him before Justin knows what the hell is happening, grazes a rough caress down Justin’s smooth arms with his palms, holding them to the mattress, and laces their fingers together slickly, tightly. Hugging Justin’s hips with firm thighs, his dark curls falling down around his face and beginning to dampen with sweat, he leans forward and presses his mouth against Justin’s again, his tongue tracing the inner edge of Justin’s lips, invading and slow-dancing around the steamy interior. And, for a lifetime of moments, their lips slide over each other, soft and wet pairs, slippery and warm contact. *I want to taste your smile……….* Justin’s panting when JC pulls back and his mouth is finally his own once more. His swollen cock aches and throbs against his abdomen when JC swivels his hips and rubs his own burning erection against it. “Jaccccce……….please,” he whimpers and tries to buck his pelvis upward, toward JC’s hard dick, toward more contact and friction. “Touch……….me……….please.” JC responds by shoving Justin’s arms up over his head and forcefully pinning them to the pillow at the headboard, forcefully pinning Justin to the bed. Grinding their thick cocks together with slow circling movement of his hips, JC leans over Justin still and maneuvers the lower half of his body fluidly so that his legs slide backward from snugging Justin’s waist and stretch out down over Justin’s legs, trapping him completely. “You are so fucking hot, baby,” he breathes fire across Justin’s lips, licks over them with the tip of his tongue, and slicks the grip of his hands from Justin’s palms downward to his capture his wrists, gently pressing a thumb on the throbbing pulse in the veins there. “I want to make you feel soooooo good,” he hisses and then grunts when his own pierced nipples brush over Justin’s peaked ones. Justin’s chest heaves, and he moans. He’d begged to be touched. He’s fucking being touched now all right. He’s seduced and snared beneath JC, imprisoned by JC’s smooth weight writhing and rubbing all over him, held in place by JC’s sleek vibrating arm muscles. And he doesn’t mind it, being under JC’s control, under JC’s body. If he could just *move* a little, a little closer to JC’s mouth hot on his neck now, sinking teeth into his flesh. If he could just twists his hips against JC’s a little more, reach up and press their stiff, leaking dicks together for the frantic sliding friction that he’s sure will blow not only his mind but probably blow off the top of his head as well. He knows he’s not going to fuck JC tonight. Not with JC on top of him calling the shots like this. JC might fuck him this time. Fuck, he’d give just about *anything* he owns for JC to fuck him unconscious right about now. That’s not usually JC’s style, but he will on occasion. He does like to get down and nasty and make Justin his bitch once in a while. Fuck……….if he’d just do it now. And this — this feeling like you’re going to come any second being touched all over your body except *there* — is okay too. Oh, it’s fucking fine and dandy for Justin. He’ll submit to this fiery-sweet aggression and feverish rubbing that’s stealing his breath away and making him burn from the inside out. He’ll stay lost in this singeing, helpless abandon beneath JC forever if he’s forced to. If he could just lift his legs and get them around JC’s waist, to maybe anchor this rocky rhythm JC is laying on him. He’s so absolutely *hard*, and JC is bearing down on him, thrusting his dick into Justin’s, which jerks against his belly. He’s so hard it hurts all over. He’d guarantee that the fat tip of it is probably glowing sun-red right now. And that sucking, ohmygod, JC’s doing at the base of his throat with those thick wet sounds sends an electric jolt up Justin’s cock, and he groans and writhes against JC’s mouth. It’s as if he can feel the plush lips on the head of his erection, pulling his length in between them. And sucking……….ohfuck. “Fuck, baby,” he growls when JC unlocks one set of their clasped hands and drags fingers down the side of Justin’s body to brush over the oozing juice at the end of his shaft. “Fuck……….me.” JC presses his body into Justin’s, relentlessly swiveling his hips, obscenely rubbing his long, hard dick against Justin’s. His tongue snakes out to lap at Justin’s jaw, burning licks at his neck, hissed mewls and soft grunts in Justin’s ear. Justin squirms and twitches, straining below the sleek, sweaty feel of JC, slammed into JC’s magnetic force-field where JC has his own gravity and momentum and his own possession over Justin. Flat on his back still, he’s reeling, mad with the hothothot sensation firing through him, his balls heavier with aching than he can ever remember, his cock alive and ready to burst. His head thrown back and dug into the mattress, eyes squinted shut, he gasps and moans as JC’s free hand seems magically to be in ten thousand places on his flesh at once — pinching his hard-budded nipples, stroking warmth quickly up and down his erection, slipping up under his full sac and circling his small puckered hole with a deft fingertip. Teasing. Tormenting. Driving Justin clear out of his senses, pushing him to the edge of ecstasy with that merciless angled rocking on him, rubbing his cock, brushing silky fingers over every swollen, sensitive spot on him. He’s about to plead desperately again, about to rasp out another hoarse request for relief, when it happens. It’s sudden and unexpected, no agonizing buildup involved. It’s a kinetic spark somewhere deep inside him — maybe in the base of his balls, maybe at the lower tip of his spine — and it shoots white-hot flames racing through his body, searing every nerve he has. JC’s biting and lapping at his collarbone, trying to restrain his hips rising off the bed, thrusting cock against cock steadily between their pressed stomachs. “Ohfuckohfuckgoddamnitholyshitfuck, Jacccccce,” Justin hisses and twists and sobs. And comes so hard and so long he thinks he’s dying. The creamy result splatters all over the two of them, even dotting the sheets beside them. “Baby,” JC whispers, groans, looking down seconds later at Justin’s satisfied face and the let-go loads of pleasure. “That was……….hot as fuck……….Yessss, you are so ungodly hot.” Justin has dragged open his eyes and steadies them on JC, beginning to learn to breathe again. He sighs with the tingling waves of afterburn and watches JC in the shadows above him, JC who is glistening with perspiration, panting, so close to losing control. “Come for me, baby……….Come *on* me.” “It’s about to happen, J.” “Let it.” JC unthreads his fingers from Justin’s other hand and reaches up to grab the headboard behind Justin’s head, bracing himself and shuddering as his orgasm gathers steam. The muscles in his arms writhe and flex under the taut skin as he groans and shoves his throbbing cock against the thick wetness covering Justin’s crotch. Unbound now, Justin raises his strong legs and embraces JC’s hips, moving back and forth with them in their circling motion, increasing momentum. He licks the pad of his thumb and skims the warm moisture over JC’s pert, jeweled nipple. Then he trails his fingers down between their bodies and fists JC’s slick shaft. The feel of it swelling in his palm, the sensation of JC’s balls tightening and cinching up tell Justin he’s about to bust wide open. So Justin eases his hand further down to the on-fire sac and cups it, gently squeezing pressure. JC cries out, moans unearthly little noises, and bucks wildly against Justin, coming and coming and coming. Justin clings to him fiercely, thighs gripping JC’s hips and ass, hands smoothing up and down JC’s back, until JC finally gasps out all of his release and falls onto him with shallow, ragged breaths. Justin lowers his legs and wraps his arms around JC’s sweaty form, shifting them so that JC can slide off him onto the bed but still pulling him close, blending their sprayed messes. “That was fucking unreal, Jace. God. Damn,” he whispers. “Yeah. I……….liked it……….too, babe. Fucking aces.” “Sometimes……..like now……….I can’t believe you’re mine.” JC breathes deeply, letting it out warmly on Justin’s upper chest. “Well, I am, J. And you’re mine. All mine……….Love you.” “Yeah……….love you too, baby.” They relax in each other’s arms, and Justin isn’t aware of drifting off to sleep. When he wakes slowly sometime later, just before dawn breaks over their little world, he feels JC’s heat next to him still, the slender curves of his body rolled onto its side, back against Justin. Instinctively turning to snuggle up into the length of him, Justin slinks an arm over JC’s waist and nuzzles into the easy comfort of his soft hair and warm neck. When his hand drops down onto the lump of furry kitten on the other side curled against JC’s abdomen soaking up that sultry heat he gives off, Justin laughs quietly, sensing rather than hearing Calli’s sweet little sleep-breathing rhythm along with JC’s gentle snoring. It’s just about as close to perfect as he can imagine. *Check it out. They’re both purring so peacefully.* “I love it, baby,” he whispers across the skin of JC’s shoulder, hugging him lightly and brushing his mouth over the rich saltiness there. “I love doing this — the having-a-life-together thing — with you. And now we have her to share it with too……….I love it all, Jace.” JC murmurs a soft, unintelligible response in his sleep and pushes backward into Justin. Justin holds him in the dark and smiles. Within minutes, all three of them are snoozing dreamily again. ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ FINI