Wearing only his Hanes boxer briefs and a freshly-washed, herbal scent, JC comes in from the bathroom, glides across the bedroom, and leaps onto the bed, settling down next to where Justin is stretched out on his stomach staring at the laptop open in front of him. Lazily coiling over onto his back so that he can gaze up at Justin's taut face and shirtless torso, JC squirms closer to him so that their arms rub together with warm friction. "Hey, baby. Heads up. I have something to tell you." "You do? Does it begin with 'I' and end with 'u'?" "Aww, now. How'd you guess?" "'Cause I think you've told me that same something once or twice before. And, for the record, ditto. Same back atcha." JC watches Justin studiously focused on the laptop screen and smiles. "Whatcha doing?" "Killing time. Waiting for you to finish with your shower," Justin finally cuts JC a breezy blue snap-flash of his eyes. "All done now?" "All done. But you could've joined me, you know." "I know." Justin smiles a moonbeam, slow and small and wicked. "But I was hoping, like, instead of the steamy shower, that tonight I could get you horizontal between the sheets, sweetness. All gentle and unhurried. And hot." JC matches the sultry-evil expression with one of his own. "And which number out of the hundred would that way be? Hmm?" "I dunno. It's your song." "It's your song now. Remember? And you know all one hundred." Justin snickers, feather-soft. "Yes. That I do. Intimately. I'm a lucky bastard." "So what are you really doing on the laptop there, baby? Anything interesting?" "Just cruising around on eBay." "Trying to score us one of those little kids? One of our own?" Justin laughs again and shivers when JC raises a hand to smooth a fingertip caress down his bare bicep. "Jace, they don't pedal live humans on there, babe. You're so crazy." JC giggles. "I know. I'm just playing……….You really want to have one, J? One we don't have to give back at the end of the night like a rental?" Justin shuts the small, silver laptop and drops it gently to the floor by the bed. Then he slithers closer to JC so that the lengths of their bodies are touching snugly together and smiles down at him. "Sure, I do. Someday. When the window of celebrity shuts for good for both of us and we can live like regular Joe Schmoes. I think it would rock to raise a baby with you, sweetness. We've got enough love between us to share with a little one, don't we?" JC smiles again, his eyes crinkled and sparkling. "Of course, we do, baby. We've got plenty of, you know, everything to share with one. Babysitting Bri has kind of shown us that, hasn't it?" "Yep. I swear we had more fun than she did tonight.. I'm still hurting from laughing my ass off so hard." "You couldn't stop smooching on her chubby cheeks when we finally laid her in her own bed." JC snickers. "Neither could YOU, dork! Don't put it all on me, man! I swear I thought you were going to drown her little ass with all that slobbering on her, Jace. I just knew she was going to wake up." JC rolls his head to the side and lets his eyes slowly roam over Justin's features. "Ah, but you could've just lullaby-ed the precious back to sleep, love." "Or we could have together. In harmony." "Yeah. If we get us a kid, it'll SO get sick of its freaky daddies always singing to it all the damn time." "Especially you, the one with the true lullaby voice," Justin coos and reaches over to take one of JC's still-damp dark curls between his fingertips. "I love your hair……….and I love it when it wraps itself around my fingers like this……….so silky and beautiful." "It loves your fingers all up in it." JC lifts his own hand to brush over the top of Justin's furry head, petting him affectionately. "My sweet, fuzzy Pooh……….I love you." "Do you really?" "Absotively, posilutely." Justin chuckles. "And you're just too Tiggerific, babe. You know that, right? Even if it's corny as fuck. I don't care." "The thing about Tiggers, see, is that they bounce." "And pounce and trounce." "Sometimes all gentle and unhurried. And hot." JC grazes Justin's full bottom lip with the pad of his index finger. "Who knew Pooh Bear had such a gorgeous, inviting mouth? Fuck. I'll bet it's nice and sweet too, after sucking up all that honey. Can I have a taste? Please?" With the desire for JC burning in the blackness of his pupils, Justin lowers his face down to JC's and hovers a mere throbbing heartbeat above him, warm breath from his mouth drenching JC's pink, parted lips. JC whimpers an involuntary sigh at the hotandtingly almost-touch, and his hips writhe with anticipation of contact with that delectable mouth. "Justin……….please," he hisses. Sure, he could easily just lift his head the inch or so it would take to capture Justin's lips with his own. But the slow-burning ache of waiting, of wanting it so fiercely, was always half of the maddening fun. Even after all these years. "Jace," Justin whispers, sheening the mouth under his with smoldering soft words. "If I give you a taste, then I want one too, sweetness. A taste……….of your honey……….Okay?" JC blinks slowly, swallows hard, and winces. He hatesloveshatesloveshatesloves the tense-delicious buildup of the foreplay chase. It's raw radioactivity in his veins. It's all four winds of the globe hitting his face at once. And he can already feel a hot load of that "honey" collecting and simmering in his balls. Justin sighs and leans nearer, just enough to lightly brush the cleft of his upper lip over the softness of JC's bottom one. Then he eases his tongue out to slowly swipe the wet tip across that same juicy plumpness. He sighs again, breathing in the sparks in the air around them. JC groans a little. "You fucking tease." "You know you're a fool for it, babe." "Yesss." When Justin moves a breath closer and the invisible, sweet ghost of a kiss materializes into an electric touch of fire, two pulses slick-sliding over each other and thrumming hotly in two pairs of lips, both of them moan softly against the feel of each other's mouth, mouths that are pressed firmly together and attacking/exploring each other. Justin nestles down beside JC, never breaking the contact and rhythm of their lips, and pins JC's arms over his head to the mattress. JC's still squirming and writhing below him, and he half-lays onto the lovely twisting body, rolling his hips against JC's. "You didn't answer me, sweetness," he whispers when he finally pulls away from the intense-alive kiss. "What?" JC pants, staring up at him with his eyes lust-filled and hooded. "I didn't what?" "You didn't answer me. Can I have a taste for myself or not?" "Fuck, Justin," JC exhales out heavily and rolls his eyes. "You. Are. The. Devil. That would be D period Evil." "Yes or no, babe. It's a simple deal." JC swallows thickly again. Justin pushing into his pelvis with those deadly hips is making his hard cock throb. "Well, seeings how you've got me all thrown down and hostaged up here, are you planning to force it out of me, baby?" Justin smiles - just a little, just a little cocky - and loosens his grip on JC's wrists splayed back on the bed. Just a little. "Am I hurting you, Jace?" "Maybe. One part of me anyway." JC thrusts against Justin's crotch and shudders with the friction sensations it creates. "It's aching. Because of you. Because of you on me, all over me." "Then that's a yes?" "Ah, that's a fucking-hell yes, baby." Justin groans a little, deep in his throat, at the feel of JC's erection rubbing against his own beneath him. "Good. 'Cause you look damn hot laying there like that……….Damn hot." In JC's mind, Justin's mouth is not only strikingly gorgeous; it's quite often a lethal weapon too, capable of rendering one totally helpless under its sleek, slippery power, leaving its victim with the strength to only gasp and beg for mercy. Also in JC's mind, he's dying for Justin to glide the steamy power of that mouth down over his body a hell of a lot faster than it's moving - so that it can hurry up and reach the jackpot of that "taste" Justin's been nagging him about wanting. But he knows Justin's not going to speed up at all. Oh, no. Justin - the sadistic fucking tease that he is - enjoys slowly torturing JC to death with those long, wet swirls of his tongue down JC's neck and all over his bare chest, lapping luxuriously at the base of that throat, biting gently at the shoulders and nipping at those hardened nipples and sucking them between his juicy lips, circling that navel with the tip of his tongue, breathing in the clean scent of that trail of hair on JC's lower abdomen as he kisses down the trembling flesh under it to the waistband of JC's shorts. Refusing, of course, to touch JC where JC is groaning and grinding to be touched. "Justin……….fuck……….You're godawful cruel." The boxer briefs are sticky-damp and tight already against his rigid crotch now, and every swiveling movement of his pelvis sends flares and jolts ripping through him from the agonizing friction on his dick. "Baby, please……….if you're going to murder me here, at least……….ahh, fuck……….at least grab it with your hand……….please……….It won't take much." Justin hums soft vibrations across the skin of JC's flat tummy and slides down the length of JC's body a bit, his face level with JC's groin. He holds JC's hips down with a large hand on each side. "You smell so……….soapy, babe. So fresh……….so fine," he murmurs and dips the edge of his tongue in under the elastic-and-cotton strip that covers JC's path to glory. JC bucks against the firm grip on his hipbones and yelps weakly. Justin's getting closer to where JC so needs him to be, but definitely not close enough yet. Through the fabric barrier, his cock thumps against Justin's cheek. "Jace, babe, is that thing trying to tell me something?" "Maybe. Like it wishes you'd stop damn ignoring it……….It's screaming, 'Like where the hell is the love?'..........Fuck." "Sewage Mouth." "Justin, please, baby." Justin moans and whispers. "I'm savoring you, sweetness. All of you is honey to me. Every sexy inch. Relax." JC huffs a moan and rolls his head backward into the mattress. His erection strains and jerks under the cotton that confines it. "I've got some inches - extra hard ones - for you to savor……….if you'll EVER get your sweet ass down there to them." Justin's thumbs massage JC's slender waist in warm, slow circles. "Hmm. Extra hard inches……….for my sweet ass………..That sounds like pay-dirt, babe. I could go for some of that." JC's platinum-streaked blue eyes snap open to find Justin looking up his body at him with that slow-dawning, shit-eating smile. "What are you saying, J?" Justin's thick eyebrows flicker upward for a second and then down again. "Nothing. For now. I still want my taste." "Oh. Well, do you want it this fucking century? 'Cause it seriously wants you." "Could be that I love watching you squirm. You do it so damn well," Justin says, with that evil smile again, and then slowly licks across his lower lip. JC groans painfully and tries to thrust his swollen crotch upward, toward that mouth. But all he's rewarded with is moist steam from it that blankets over the head of his erection. "Fuck you, Justin," he hisses. "You really want to get off, babe?" "I want you to get me off……….fucking please." "Then raise that ass. Get it up." "Ah, it's up. Way up. Thanks to you." "Your ass, Jace. Lift your ass up. If those manpanties get any tighter, I'll have to cut them off you, babe." JC hardly has time to raise his pelvis at all before Justin has the shorts yanked off and tossed to the floor. The thick, hard cock glistens from its own secretions as it springs forward and then flops over onto JC's abdomen, eliciting more breathy whimpers and mewls from JC and more lip-licking from Justin. "Aww, babe, check it out. You got all soaking wet for me," Justin whispers and reaches down between JC's thighs to slick a fingertip under the rounded base of JC's balls and then bring it to his mouth to suck. JC squints and moans at the sudden touch and watches the fat, red lips close around the digit and swallow it in. His entire lower half aches with want. "I……….fuck, that looks like it feels awesome to your lucky-ass finger……….I sprung a leek for you, baby." "Hmm. Delicious," Justin purrs. "There's more where that came from……….Pooh." Justin can't help but chuckle, blue eyes shimmering, and he sits up a little so that he can move between JC's spread legs. Still savoring the taste on his finger, he looks JC over, all naked and laid out before him like the ultimate, exclusive gourmet feast. JC sighs and drags his hands through his messy hair, the anticipation soaring/searing over him. His erection twitches impatiently. "Close your eyes, sweetness." "Why?" "Close 'em." "If I do, will you-" "Shut. Your. Pretty. Peepers. Please." JC obeys, because there's nothing else he really can do, and shudders, feeling and hearing Justin quickly remove his own clothes. The flesh of his inner thighs quivers as Justin's nude body settles back down between them. He braces himself for whatever Justin decides to do next and feels a beaded droplet of thick fluid escape the tip of his dick and ooze downward. Justin is quiet at first, and JC can detect his own ragged breathing in the room. Then he makes the next real noise between them - an audible but hardly intelligible low-moaning growl - as a firm, wet tongue flickers over the heaviness of his balls, swiping each with warm saliva and bolts of lightning. His hips arch upward, and more large-feline sounds break loose from his throat when silky-smooth plump lips curl around the base of his shaft, a tight-perfect fit, and begin to slide up the length with sleek, wicked slowness until they enwrap the tender head and glide down his rigid cock like a slick-suctioning glove of steamed velvet. "Ssshit," he gasps. Justin is holding his hips down on the bed again, bending over him and stroking hot-wet swirled laps of his tongue up and down the long hardness. And JC thrusts toward the juicy smacking noises, the tight lips gripping and caressing him, riding the waves of mounting sexual energy fierce inside him. "Oh, baby……….that is good, so fucking good," he snarls, and his fingers grab at Justin's short, fuzzy hair. "Suck me, baby……….Yesss……….Just like that……….Fuck." Just when he's sure the top of his head might blow off at any second with the sheer aching pleasure from what Justin's wickedwicked mouth is doing to him, Justin slows down and takes his lips off JC's dick. With a soft grunt, he moves forward and lays down stretched out over JC's sweaty body. As he gets closer to JC's face, he darts his tongue out and swipes another round of moisture across his lips just before planting them on JC's again. One more kiss of leaping flames that seals them together in a hot, isolated abyss of their own. "You've got a flavor better than the best honey, babe," he whispers and laps at the corners of JC's panting mouth. "Sweetness. That's what I'm talking about. Damn." "So are you done? Tasting with that magical mouth?" JC opens his eyes and asks in barely-tamed spurts of breath. Justin gazes blue at blue and shifts his hips on JC's so that their slick chests and stiff erections slide against each other. Instead of answering the question, he poses another one. "Hey, Jace. Know what would be absotively, posilutely the best right now?" "What, baby?" "If you'd make love to me." "Ah. That's why you stopped?" JC smiles. "I haven't stopped. Just changing up the rhythm," Justin assures him softly and grinds against his crotch. It's not feral, not even predatory - although there's more than one animal-like growl in the process - but JC takes only a few seconds to smooth his hands upward over the round curves of Justin's ass and the sway of his lower back, up the ridges of his long spine, and then deftly spins them 180 degrees so that he is on top of Justin now. Justin gasps at the fluid-motion surprise and curls his upper lip in anticipation as JC prowls up his long body to his face, stroking cock against cock. Warm sweat energizes and vibrates the current between their bodies as they move on each other. "Whoa. You're so smooth." "And you're so a fool for it." "Can't deny that, sweetness." "Can you reach the lube, baby? It's in that drawer beside your head there." JC leans in and kisses him again. A sleek and breathless kiss, a full and delicious kiss that steals inside you and curls around your soft places and expands and fills you up because the harmony between two mouths is just so right. The transparent gel is cool and wet on JC's fingertips, and, anxious and impatient, Justin reaches down between them and closes a fist around his length while watching JC intently. JC, however, has other plans. He licks his lips and shoves Justin's wrist away from the erection. "No, you don't, Little Pooh. You made me wait. Your turn now, love. Relax, like you told me. 'Kay?" Then he bends forward to slide his wet mouth over the head of the dark-red shaft as one hand massages Justin's quivering abdomen and the other hand slowly eases a slippery middle finger up under the sac and past the tight ring of muscle to penetrate Justin. Justin's guttural groan echoes in the room, and he slings his hips forward for more of JC's touch - his hands and his mouth. Reaching for some part of JC he can feel with his own hands, he brushes his palm over JC's smooth cheek and then through the waves of his hair. Moving the digit back and forth slowly and sucking softly on the head of Justin's cock, JC effortlessly joins the first finger with a second one, expanding Justin a little more and causing him to hiss out grunts and curses with his building arousal. "Shit, Jace……….You're so damn good at this." "Because it's……….you. I want it to be good," JC murmurs with a smooth depth when he raises up again, still pushing his fingers in and out of the hot crevice. "Will you, babe? ……….Make love to me?" Justin pants and twists his ass down and around on the sensual probing digits, begging for more. "Gentle and unhurried, right? And hot?" "Please." JC is seriously thinking again that he might self-destruct from the rising pressure in his whole body - mainly his hard, hurting cock - if he doesn't do exactly that very soon. So he withdraws his lubed fingers from the warmth of Justin and closes his hand around his own organ, sliding a bit more gel over the length a few times and sighing, so ready and anxious. Then he moves closer to the shrine between Justin's thighs and makes love to his boyfriend on their bed. Like he's been asked to do. Like he's been dying to do. "I just wanna lay you down and help you blow off steam." The entering, the connecting of their bodies, is slow and staggering, full of gasps and moans, as JC fills Justin up with himself and feels amazing snug heat wrap around his cock as he sinks deeper. Once in, he forces himself to be still for a moment and just enjoy or "savor" the shivery sensation of being this together, this joined, this close to the one he shares so much of everything with. It occurs to him, like so many times before, how heart-stopping the connection, the bonding energy can feel at this moment. And he leans in to brush his mouth over the salty skin at the curve of Justin's neck and shoulder blade, wondering vaguely how other people survive without experiencing the intensity and solidity of this beautiful wonderland, this flesh-and-soul union with somebody else. And, he knows innately, that this is no fairytale, no make-believe children's story. This is the real thing. This is the two of them as one. "I do love you, you know," he breathes out hoarsely onto Justin's throat, feeling Justin tighten inside around him greedily. "I know, sweetness……….Love you too." Then, as if written that way in the stars, gentle and unhurried becomes so much more……….becomes hot. Justin, like always, wants and needs as much of JC as he can possibly get and circles the slender waist above him with his long legs to allow JC's thrusts to bury deeper and angle more toward his "pay-dirt" spot. He wraps his slim, strong fingers around his own erection again and pumps himself and groans "yesssss" and whispers "harder" and whimpers "faster" as JC drives into him over and over, cranking up the momentum, taking them both to the fiery point of no-going-back. "Fuck, baby……….You feel soooo damn good……….I'm almost ready, J……….You make me want to come so hard." "Me too, Jace……….Damn. I'm ready……….Fuck me, please." It's sex, awesome sex, and so much more. It's love. It's loving your beloved's body with your own. As JC thrusts and thrusts and finally gives in to the hot tightness and constant squeezing of Justin's inner ass muscles enveloping his dick, he releases his load and lets out hushes of Justin's name along with a few strained grunts of "fuck" and "damn." Justin, of course, has stroked himself hard and come too, and the pearly splatters he has shot out onto his own chest get smeared between them as JC slumps down onto him, panting. They're both out of breath and out of energy, and Justin weakly lifts his arms to slide them around JC, snuggling the sweat-sheened body on top of him. "That's the kind of bouncing I'm talking about, sweetness. The kind I dig the most……….That rocked, Jace. I'm still feeling it tremor through me." "Me too, baby. It was, well, tight. And fanfuckingtastic. Like always." "I guess if I could get knocked up, I probably would be right now. Sort of feels that way." JC snickers against Justin's right nipple. "Man, you talk some crazy shit, J." "Well, you make me crazy with lovemaking like that, babe. Can't help it." "Hey, Justin." "Yeah, Jace." "Promise me one thing, baby." "I'd promise you anything." "If we ever get us one, one of those kids, you know, of our own, pleasepleaseplease swear to me that we won't add a fucking stupid-ass mini-van to your fleet of rides. Please, baby. I don't think I could handle THAT much jacked-up domestic geekness." Justin laughs and lifts his head to kiss JC's hair, damp against him. "I promise, sweetness. No geeky mini-vans for our little slice of the American pie." "Good. Then I still love you. Pooh." "Still love you too, Tigs." "Oh. So that's how it's going to be?" "Yep. That's how it's going to be, sweetness. Happily ever together. So shut up. Let's go to sleep. I'm exhausted." "Yes, ma'am, baby." ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ FINI