Part 2


And, baby, I know just what you need
To let your hair down so that you feel free, yea
Don’t you wanna feel the breeze?
And forget everything, baby?
Let’s take a ride
— Justin Timberlake

“Okay so hold onto me, Jace. I’m still getting used to this one babe,” Justin feathered out into the air as he hopped onto the short leather seat and scooted forward so that JC could swing in behind him “And she can *move*.”

“W don’t need, like, helmets or anything?” JC asked hesitantly, feeling his mind begin to change and readjust to the whole matter while he watched Justin’s jeans tighten around the curves of his ass as it slid over the small, sleek seat.

“Nah, we’re good. We’re just going down the canyon a bit……….to a secluded little spot I found and wanna show ya. Get on.”

JC looked up quickly because he’d been focusing on the grinding movement of Justin’s butt and had thought for a second that he’d heard him say, “Let’s get OFF.” But he soon realized the Freudian-slip of a difference and gave in to the dazzling, come-hither, Timberlake charm, climbing onto the bike behind Justin and breathing heavier at the way the wide leather band clung around Justin’s wrist as he grabbed the bike’s handles. Oh, so unconsciously arousing……….

More and more JC was down with this game, especially since the seat they had to share was impossibly compact so that he was forced to press his chest against the hard muscles of Justin’s back all the way down to his groin against the warm division of Justin’s ass cheeks. Breathing in Justin’s manly scent and soaking up full-frontal heat from his toned body — what more could a guy want?

Oh, shit. Mother of Christ.

JC had that question answered for him as soon as Justin reached down and cranked up the sleek sportbike machine thing and brought it (HER) to life. Smooth, subtle but powerful vibrations that drummed off the whole length of it and seeped into JC’s central nervous system, humming and rocking through him like a sensationally erotic electric current. Forcing his legs to hug Justin’s outer thighs tighter and his arms to snake around Justin’s waist for a closer bodily embrace that let him feel the steady rhythmic quaking through Justin’s frame too.

“Ready, sweetness?” Justin called over his shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, babe,” JC leaned forward and growled at Justin’s right ear just before gently biting at the fleshy lobe and rubbing into Justin’s ass with a heated, swelling crotch.

And he couldn’t have cared less that Lance, Joey, and Chris still had their tequila-tainted eyes glued on the happy “lead” couple and their new toy. He’d forgotten again that they were even really there at all.

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By the time they reached the “secluded little spot” Justin had wanted to pimp to him, JC was rock-hard and in love with the new Yamaha “Crotch Rocket.”

It (no, SHE) had hotly vibrated him into a state of aching horniness, and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands from roaming all over Justin’s taut chest and downward to massage his thick cock through the dark denim as they’d zoomed down the narrow, hilly roads and bowed, hair-pinned, and curled into the sharp curves with free-spirit abandon.

As an expected result, Justin had a granite-like erection as well when he stopped the machine and popped out the sturdy, steel kickstands in a completely remote and deserted patch of woods far off the beaten path. JC hopped off first, anxious and full of energy now, because he was afraid he’d come in his pants right then and there if he sat so intensely close to Justin for five more seconds. Justin, however, grabbed his hand and pulled JC back to him, grinning and gulping in air like mad.

“Where do ya think you’re waltzing off to, sweetness?”

JC smiled and rubbed his other palm down the front of his tight black jeans. “Nowhere, really. It’s not so easy to walk with a dick this hard.”

“‘C’mere……….Lemme feel.” Justin reached out his free hand and grabbed the rim of JC’s jeans and inched him forward even more, slipping three fingertips inside the waistband. Then he slid the touch downward to grasp JC’s bulging groin. “Ah, baby……….That’s……….sweet.”

JC groaned as Justin massaged him roughly through the confining denim. “It’s your fault,” he gasped.

“MY fault? Ya think? How ‘bout you check *this* out, sexy……….*This* is all YOUR damn fault.” Justin’s sky-blue eyes glimmered. With mischief and desire. As he brought JC’s hand to his oversized crotch.

JC shrugged as he fondled, still smiling. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Justin raised his dark eyebrows and furrowed his brow. “Are you? Sorry enough to fix the problem? ‘Cause I sure as fuck can’t drive us back home like *this*.”

JC’s smile blossomed into a full-blown grin when he heard the undercurrents of *want* in Justin’s tone and realized Justin was totally serious. Unconsciously, he licked his lips at the possibilities.

“Out here, Ju?”

“Out here, Jace.”

“But what if we’re caught, babe?”

“Ain’t nobody around for miles, sweetness,” Justin whispered thickly, working JC’s crotch and staring into his deep eyes. Justin guided JC’s hand to his own bulging lap and kissed JC’s mouth with the hot of salsa and the sweet of syrup, stroking the fires between them. “And I want you ……….now.”

JC felt his cock jerk in his (clean) boxers as he unsnapped Justin’s jeans and pulled out the heat he’d been stroking. Not surprisingly, Justin wore no underwear, and his stiff organ was oozing and eager to spring into the afternoon air. Aiming, of course, for JC’s moist lips.

Justin put his feet on the ground and leaned backward as much as the restricting little seat would allow and groaned when the warm wetness of JC’s mouth closed around his erection. Practiced and deft, the darting tongue feathered and flickered and lapped up and down the hard length while the cushiony lips tightened around it and sucked.

JC loved the musky scent and taste of Justin, and he shuddered now as he felt the warm vibrations from the still-running bike coursing through Justin’s cock and into him. If he dared to reach down and touch himself, he knew he’d certainly implode on the spot.

Justin’s growled moans of, “Suck me, Jace……….Yeah, thassss goooood,” and the urgent twisting of his hips on the seat only made JC hotter and more determined to siphon this fire right out of him. But Justin must have been concerned with the uncomfortable position JC was in, crouching/standing by the bike, bent over to Justin’s inflamed lap. Because he halted things.

“Whoa, sweetness. Hold up.” Gently, he pulled JC up, holding onto his pony-tailed long hair.

JC rimmed his lips with his tongue as he raised his head, confused. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Justin groaned. He brushed JC’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Fuck no, baby. You’re aces at that, and you know it……….I just thought we could try something……….different.”

“I’ll play. What is it?”

Gracefully, Justin slid the red elastic ban off JC’s bound locks, dropped it to the ground, and then slowly plowed his fingers through the free-flowing seductive mane. “You’re so beautiful……….You know that?”

JC smiled. “If you think so.”

“You *are*, JC. Everybody thinks so……….Beautiful in *every* way……….How fucking lucky am I that you’re mine?”

“Well……….And here I was thinking *I* was the fortunate one……….to have you……….Maybe it’s a mutual-blessed-lucky sort of thing.”

“Awww……….Back to business now?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then shed your pants. Yank off those sexy-ass boots too……….Damn, how I love you in those……….My favorite shoot you ever did……….You looked so……….fuckable.”

JC glanced around, even more anxious. “Strip? Here?”

“You heard me, angel. Drop the drawers and jump back up here with me.”

Slowly working the game plan into his mind, JC curled up one side of his mouth in a devious half-smirk. “I get to go for another ride?”

“Yep. You’re in front this time. But I’m still doing the driving,” Justin snickered through his labored breathing and squeezed JC’s testicles lovingly.

“My love, you are purely evil.”

“The better to love you with.”

Quickly, JC kicked off his boots and peeled down his pants, taking care to not let the metal zipper painfully scrape against his painfully hard cock. Justin stood up off the bike and disrobed from the waist down also and then straddled the humming machine again, sliding backward to accommodate his lover.

JC couldn’t help but stroke himself as he made his way back to Justin’s perch — especially when he saw the small sample packet of moisturizer Justin held between his long fingers.

“Damn, Timberlake. You *are* evil. You had this shit planned all along.”

Justin laughed and winked at him, devilish twinkle and “c’mon” body language. “Maybe I did. I can’t help it if my boyfriend is the sexiest bitch walking around today. I’m *always* thinking ‘bout getting in your shorts.”

JC’s eye roll was subtle and spirited. “All you gotta do is ask, baby.”

“Okay……….Jace, will you *please* jump up here and take a ride on this thing?”

“I’m fucking jonesing to, as a matter of fact.”

JC put one foot on the flipped-out footstop and swung his other leg over the bike, wincing with pleasure when Justin grabbed his hip and his butt with those massive hands of his. He lowered himself to the narrow seat and instantly felt the buzzing stimulation from the bike’s motor begin to jettison through his blood again.

“Lean all the way forward, sweetness. Put your chest to the steel part and grab the handles,” Justin whispered to him and sloppily smooched his neck. JC did as he was instructed and shivered at the sensations of the outdoor air on his bare flesh, the warmth of the solid metal against his pecs, and the slickness of the flat leather under his ass and balls. His cock throbbed with the electrified hum of it all.

Against the tuned-up crack of his ass, he could feel Justin’s hardness thudding, and then he shuddered again at the touch of Justin feathering kisses down his sensitive spine. Was this, could it be, something like paradise?

“You’re sure we’re alone, Justin?” he worried, somewhere in the foggy far corners of common sense in his mind.

“Baby, relax. We’re totally alone. And that’s a good thing. ‘Cause I’m about to make you *scream*.”

JC didn’t answer because next came the cool sensation of Justin’s lotioned finger sliding down the crevice between those ass cheeks and massaging the small hole tucked in there. And JC thought he might leap out of his skin when that fat, slick digit penetrated the opening and slowly slipped inside.

“Fuck, Jusssstinnnn,” JC hissed and squeezed the hard rubber handles of the bike ‘til his knuckles whitened. Torn between arching his ass backward for more of Justin’s deep-sliding touch and rubbing his swollen cock against the leather seat, he moaned again and though he might combust completely.

“I’m about to, sweetness. I know you want it. Just hold your horses,” Justin answered him in rapid gusts of hot breath.

Then, reaching around JC to hold a palm against his trembling abdomen and grabbing his hip with his other hand, Justin entered him as slowly and easily as he could make himself, trying not to plunge in as eagerly as he wanted to. He heard JC gasp, and he heard himself groan as well as the tight heat of the muscled passage he’d buried his cock in swelled and then relaxed around him.

“Fucking hell, Jace……….You always feel so damn good,” he said in a hoarse whisper. And JC quivered against him, welcoming him inside.

Using the leverage of his strong thighs, JC rocked on the haed shaft and ground his own crotch against the hot seat beneath him. Justin’s sweaty palm on his stomach pulled him backward for each new driving thrust, and he was sure he saw exploding stars behind his thin eyelids when Justin’s cock tapped his prostate from this intensely fantastic angle.

He didn’t even need to fist himself this time. Justin filling him with that solid ramming heat along with the sliding friction action his cock was getting from humping the vibrating seat were too good, too much for JC. He couldn’t keep the thundering orgasm inside any longer.

“Damn, baby……….I’m coming……….all over this fucking thing……….Damn.”

Justin held JC’s slender, gyrating waist with both hands and moved that snug ass up and down on his length to enhance the release for JC. And when JC clenched all that inner tightness around Justin feverishly, Justin had to surrender to his own mounting eruption.

“Ohhhh, fuck…………Jace……….godDAMN!” he grunted loudly and let go up in JC’s depths.

Slumped forward with his cheek against JC’s backbone a few minutes later, Justin muttered as best as he could, “You’re the best, sweetness.” His fingertips caressed JC’s curved, elongated side.

“No. You are,” JC whispered, still panting, his hands up under his head as he lay on the warm bike now.

“You like your new sportster?”

“She’s really mine?”

“All yours. Nobody else’s.”

“I love her, baby. She rocks. She rolls. She vibrates. She rockets your crotch like a goddess. As advertised. She’s the biggest, hottest sexual aid in the whole world. And my loving boyfriend got her *for me*. Damn, I’m lucky.”

“She’s for *us,* angel.” Justin kissed the moist flesh at the side of JC’s mouth.

“Always for us. You can take me for a ride anytime.”

“I was hoping.”

“Should we take a pizza or three back to the house for our, you know, house guests?”

Justin laughed, and it tickled JC. “Nah. They got it covered. They’re getting a little par-tay together for us. You didn’t overhear ‘em? They’re not very subtle.”

JC grinned, picturing the scene of premier chaos at the house AND Justin’s face when he chuckled. “Can I tell them ‘bout this? Breaking in the Royal Cyan Princess? ‘Cause I’m SURE they’ll have, you know, questions. Haha.”

“Not unless you give raunch, freaky details, babe.”

“Done. You just wait.”

“That’s my boy……….Love you, Jace.”

“Loves back to ya. And thanks for the decadent surprise……….ah, and for the bike too, babe.”

FINI



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