Prologue


"Hey, hot stuff. What are you reading?" JC asks. It's a soft, blustery murmur.

He'd just found Justin lounging against some pillows on the bed in their room, and, full of his usual boundless energy, he'd slinked across the floor and pounced on the mattress, curling down beside the still, elongated body, nuzzling at Justin's shoulder with his cheek. Like an innate reflex or a natural instinct, his legs had moved down alongside Justin's, parallel slender limbs sliding against each other.

"Not reading. Writing," Justin whispers and leans into the wiry warmth that's now flanking him, not disturbed at all.

And JC smiles because, yes, he'd known Justin had heard him distinctly, even with those state-of-the-art headphones sealed tightly to his ears. Justin always "hears" him. And he always "hears" Justin.

"Writing me a love sonnet?"

"Writing you some porn."

"Hey, baby. You know I love me some porn. Especially, um, coming from you."

One corner of Justin's mouth crimps upward, and his liquid-heaven eyes cut over to JC. "You'd better be glad I love you, sweetness. 'Cause, damn, with dorky lines like that one……….you might never find you somebody else."

"I don't want to find me somebody else," JC laughs, silk-like, and eases his arm under the writing pad and across Justin's flat stomach, pressing closer to him. "I've already found everything I want. Right here. Thankyouverymuch."

"Aww. Listen to you. You're too sweet, babe. You're the one who should be jotting down the pretty love sonnets. What's got you in such a sappy-happy mood anyway?"

"I dunno. Does there have to be a reason? Maybe it's just that life is good. Whatever."

Justin snickers softly and drops to his lap the pen he'd been using. Then he raises his arm and drapes it around JC's shoulders. "You always say that. It's one of your weird little phrases. Life is good."

"So? It is."

"Yeah. It is."

JC hugs Justin's waist and snuggles into his chest as Justin pulls him nearer. "What are you listening to in the headphones there, baby?"

"Hmm. You."

"Me? Justin, c'mon. You geek. Of all the shit you could be listening to."

"C'mon what? You know how hot I think your record is, sweetness. Hot and brilliant. My musical entertainment of choice. So there."

"What are you really listening to, J?"

Justin reaches up with his free hand and drags the small headphones off his head. "Nothing now, thankYOUverymuch. But here, since you think I'm a liar. Check it out. I WAS jamming to my sexy mofo boyfriend," he purrs and holds the tiny speakers inches from the side of JC's head.

"I just wanna lay you down and help you blow off steam."

JC recoils and curls inward, melting further down into Justin's heat. "Damn, baby. You didn't wear that fucker out yet? You realize there are, like, 16 more songs on that disc, right? Geek."

"But I like that one. It's my song. My own personal love sonnet and some juicy porn rolled into one. From my lover." Justin laughs and lowers the headphones. The steno book he'd been writing in falls to his side when he scoots down against the pillows behind him to get more comfortable, his long arm still firmly around JC. "Thank you, sweetness. I'm still loving it, in case I forgot to say."

"You're welcome. Again. Enough already. Damn." JC sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Dude, can't I be proud of the fact that I've got the hottest piece of ass walking around on the whole damn planet?"

The eyes roll again quickly, and JC snorts, his cheek resting directly above Justin's warm, beating heart. "And I've got the most romantic one. I'm a lucky bastard, eh?"

"Jace, we've got to watch the language tonight around Little Miss Bri, babe. She's, like, impressionable and stuff."

"And why are you telling ME this, Señor Sewage Mouth?"

"Because YOU, Monsieur Censor Button, are the hyper smartass most likely to drop the F and S bombs at any given moment. That's why."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah, nothing. She's picking up words now, sweetness, and repeating them like crazy. I'm just saying. If we want Joe and Kel to trust us with her again, we can't be teaching her - even accidentally - to be calling folks 'shitty fuckers.'" Justin glances down at the dark head lying on his chest and smoothes a dangling wavy strand off the forehead. "So watch yourself. Please?"

JC's quiet for a few moments as he notices how the rhythm of Justin's breathing has synced up with his own. He shifts slightly so that his crotch rubs against Justin's hip and so that his lips graze Justin's T-shirt, soft cotton warmed by the planes of tight skin it covers.

"Hey, J. I've been thinking," he whispers.

"Never a good sign."

"Shut up, ass. I was thinking……….You need a nickname, a pet name sort of."

"A nickname? Why? What's wrong with 'baby'? I like it when you call me that."

"That's too general. Everybody is 'baby' to somebody. You need something more exclusive, something more special. Something more made for just you."

"Hmph. Okay. A designer nickname." Justin giggles. "Well, I hope to hell you're not going to suggest something lame like 'hot stuff.' Oh, Lord. Or 'sweet thang.' Ugh. Even worse. I disfuckingrespectively decline both of those, if it's all the same to you."

"Okay. And don't talk to me about Sewage Mouth."

Justin laughs again, quietly. Then he bends forward for more contact he can't resist. The spot on JC's forehead where the stray curl of hair had been seems to beg for a gentle kiss from his lips. "Sorry, sweetness. Can I still touch you with it? This mouth?"

"Um hmm. As dirty as you want to. Baby."

Justin kisses him again, brushing his mouth first over the thick eyebrow and then the warm temple. "You taste so……….divine," he says, raising himself up again.

"Divine? You dorkass."

"So what's my new pet name? If you're going to insist I have one and all. What's it going to be, babe?"

"Ah, well, I didn't get that far yet. Hold your horses, hot stuff. Don't rush it. The right one will come to me eventually."

"You're all about 'coming' this afternoon, aren't you, Jace?"

"Didn't you say I was the hottest piece of ass on the planet? Wasn't that me you were referring to?"

"That was you, babe. And you don't even have an ounce of competition in sight."

"Then there should be 'coming' involved, right? For all parties?" JC says, in that low, raspy tone that makes Justin's knees tingly and weak. He's glad he's lying down now because, with JC hot and limber all over him, those knees don't stand a tingly and weak chance in Hell.

"Oh, yesssss. Lots of 'coming'……….for everyone……….'cause you're the expert in that department, sweetness," Justin groans and lays his head back on the pillows. His eyes are slammed shut because JC has started that demonic grinding of his pelvis into Justin's hard thigh while slow-circle pressing of his elbow against Justin's crotch. "No complaining from me about your little 'coming' obsession, babe. None. Fucking none."

"That's my boy," JC whispers, even lower and raspier.

Then, with the stealthy speed and agility of a hungry panther, JC rises up, mounts Justin's lap, and rides down on him, capturing his prey between his strong thighs. He leans in toward Justin, a trace of a wicked grin smearing its way across his face, and lays his spread hands on Justin's thrumming chest. Close enough to feel Justin's hot, short breaths feathering out over his lips, he watches those surprised but smiling blue eyes gaze up at him helplessly.

"Gotcha, baby."

"You've always had me, Jace," Justin murmurs, and his hardened cock aches upward against JC's. "Do me, sweetness. Have your horny-nasty-sex-fiend way with me……….and call me whatever the fuck nickname you want to call me."

"Oh, I plan to, Sewage Mouth. I plan to do both," JC whispers again as the evil grin deepens and he rocks on Justin's crotch and lowers himself down to the sweet, hot, gasping mouth.



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