Stealthily, Justin clicks the key in the lock and lets himself in, hoping like hell the security code is the same as he remembers. But his worries prove unnecessary as he’s met on the other side by the warm body he has come to see. The room he’s entered for the second time this day is once again almost completely dark, but he knows his way around and, in the velvety shadows that envelope them both, he presses the other lean, hard form to the wall with gentle force, which is also unnecessary because JC has put up no resistance to the full frontal contact. The glimmering lights from their eyes, in varying shades of the heavens, meet in the middle and lock fast. “See? I came back to you. Not like in your nightmare,” Justin murmurs, his palms sweaty and splayed on the vibrating chest inches from him. “I had a feeling you would,” JC whispers in return and slides his arms around Justin’s waist to pull him closer, again without resistance. “My dream was insane.” “I’m sorry I made you insecure enough to think that, baby. What would I ever do without you? You’re my everything.” JC’s not sure what’s making his knees buckle most — the cottony voice he’s longed to hear call him “baby” again for what seems like ages or the oozed-out love song that’s all his own and that’s filling his ears and surrounding his heart or the familiar, firm heat that’s leaning into him and setting him on fire like he hasn’t known in many weeks. “I’m sorry, sweets……….that I caused such……….bullshit,” he stammers and forgets the more coherent word he’d planned to use instead of “bullshit” because Justin’s moist mouth is gently grazing his temple now, and those super-sized hands are roaming over his chest and massaging his pectorals. “I know, babe. You said that.” “But way too late.” “Jaccccceeee,” Justin sizzles as he draws the name out affectionately and laces slow, lazy kisses down the side of JC’s head. “Let’s make it part of yesterday……….and move the fuck on.” “I love you, Justin,” JC sighs out and doesn’t care that he can’t come up with anything more insightful to offer because, well, loving Justin is taking over the bulk of his mind right now, and he’s pretty much lost in smoothing his fingers up and over the rippling muscles of Justin’s back and arching his swelling erection into the slow, circular grinding Justin’s is doing with his crotch. “And I love you……….Do we, like, need anything else?” The hushed falsetto is deafeningly sweet to JC, sending hot shivers up and down his spine. Justin has moved his hands over JC’s tight chest and ab muscles and now slides them around back to squeeze the rounded flesh of JC’s ass while his lips brush sleekly over the salty throat, and his tongue laps at the firm tendons under the skin there. All the while, he continues to slowly thrust the mound that has formed in his jeans into JC’s crotch, bringing out the soft moans JC can’t ever seem to keep inside. His shoulders to the wall, JC writhes and arches into the fluid, loving embrace. When Justin’s hot tasting journey climbs back up JC’s neck and over his chin, JC wetly encourages the greedy mouth with his own lips and tongue, falling into the savory frenetic kiss, meeting the thrusts and grinds with his pelvis, exploring the body surrounding him — overtaking him fiercely — with his welcoming, got-to-have-more, grasping hands. “This……….is enough……….for me,” he gasps, truthfully. “Is it okay, then……….if I……….ravage you?” Justin mumbles into the side of JC’s mouth, a little out of breath. “I was considering doing that to you.” Justin swipes his mouth over the moist cushions of JC’s lips once more and then backs up just enough to slip his long fingers up under the snug fabric of the wife-beater T-shirt JC wears and eases it off over his dark head. JC sighs louder with a little moan when the finger pads brush over his flat stomach and the hot tongue flickers at the buds of his nipples “You’re at a bit of a disadvantage, baby,” Justin proclaims between teasing puckers and nips at JC’s taut flesh. “I, um, don’t mind.” Justin’s response is a feathery hum down the middle of JC’s bare torso. Light, wet kisses that make JC’s skin quiver and his cock jerk. Anticipating………. Justin squats to his knees, sensing the urgency in JC’s need/desire as he palms the rigid bulge of male flesh under the flimsy boxers. “Very nice.” He glances upward with hooded twinkling eyes and licks out over his lips. JC arches his hips toward the massaging caress and elongates the smooth column of his neck. “I could come……….just like that……….just watching you……….and feeling you do that,” he whimpers. “No, baby. I can do better than this,” Justin whispers and is already yanking on the elastic of the shorts, pulling them down for JC to instinctively step out of. They’re tossed away into oblivion as the shirt was. Unnecessary again. The solid erection now juts out in front, begging for attention as the warm, beaded droplets at the tip clearly prove. JC braces himself for the intimate, longed-for touch of that mouth and guesses he’ll soon implode if Justin doesn’t hurry the fuck up and do *something* pronto. Justin is quiet in the darkness, and JC makes the next audible noise in the room — a low-growling moan — as a warm, firm tongue tip flutters over the fullness of his balls, smearing each with saliva, and then again as silky-wet, plump lips wrap the base of his shaft, fitting around perfectly, and slowly slide upward with agonizing sleekness until they envelope the tender head and suck his swollen cock into velvety steam. “Shit, Ju,” JC snarls, digging his fingers into the sandy short curls and pushing himself further into the talented mouth. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Justin holds JC’s hips with a gentle grasp, and also with his lips and tongue, stoking JC’s insides to a glowing blaze with every wet-hot suctioning glide over the length. He groans and squirms and arches his hips toward the wet smacking noises, begging for more of the long finger that’s just slipped inside his tender opening underneath. When he feels the second one slide in and begin to rhythmically explore him, he bites his tongue to keep from growling out loud. JC has ceased rational thought, his mind now a humid whirlwind, and he figures Justin’s about to siphon everything right the hell out of his body. Christ, that pretty mouth can do more amazing things than crooning and melting hearts, and JC can’t even begin to explain how glad he is that it once again wants to do those things to *his* body and only his body. His orgasm is mounting, coming from far down in his balls. His pulse is racing. His mind is completely numb, and he’s blindly riding the hot waves. All the pent-up sexual energy, depressive anxiety, and just plain physical need for Justin he’d been denying for so long now are racing to the surface for blessed escape. Nothing in his whole short life has ever felt this fucking incredible, and in just a few more seconds of that hot, tight flickering and sucking, he’s going to surely come harder than he’s ever— “Oh, fuck, Justin………..You’re driving me crazy………You’re gonna make me c—” JC cries out a prolonged moan with the powerful release and slumps against the wall, grateful that it’s there. Justin slowly stands up again with a grunt and licks his lips noisily before planting them on JC’s again. “I never forgot the way you taste, baby. Love it,” he whispers and swirls his tongue around the outer edge of JC’s panting mouth. “You’re……….in trouble……….for that one……….mister.” “I sure as hell hope so. ‘Cause I got a boner now the size of Florida.” JC giggles with his eyes closed, still slouched on the wall. “This I gotta see.” “I’ll have it on display in the, um, bedroom. Admission for you is free.” “What’s admission……….for everyone else?” JC murmurs, trying to restore his breathing pattern. “Everyone else is fucking forbidden.” JC giggles again, unable to contain the lightheadedness (and lightheartedness) he’s feeling. “Good. Or I’d have to start bumping off some folks.” “Whoa. New boyfriend goes all freaky-possessive right up front,” Justin laughs and slings an arm around JC’s waist as they start to make their way through the living room and up the stairs. JC wraps a gentle hug around Justin’s neck and savors the sensation of support from Justin’s limb around him. “*New* boyfriend? We’re beginning all over again, are we?” “Okay. REnewed boyfriend. Does that make you happy?” “You make me happy, Ju. You always did.” “You wouldn’t rather have Joe Blow or whatever the fuck his name was from the escort service?” “Justin. Do NOT even start with that. I wouldn’t rather have *anybody* over you. Nobody.” “Not even……….” JC playfully hits Justin’s gut with his free hand. “Not even anyone. So just stop it. Now.” “Why didn’t you change the locks, Jace?” “Why do you still have the key?” Justin pauses. “I couldn’t throw it away. That woulda been too……….final.” “I know. I couldn’t toss mine either……….And *you* kept the old locks on your place too, smartass.” Five minutes later, the bedroom is aglow in muted white-and-orange candlelight, and Justin lies sprawled out on the huge bed watching with laughing eyes and eager shivers as JC, who’s fully recovered from his spurting detonation downstairs, crawls toward him wearing nothing but a wicked-sexy smile that promises unearthly delights of vengeful pleasure. JC, Justin notices, is already getting hard again, and that makes his own hardened length jerk with impatience. Coming closer on all fours, JC takes in the erotic view of Justin’s white-hot smile, his chiseled chest, and the thin line of dark hair that trails over his flat stomach down to the full, reddened erection before him, ready and resting on his abdomen. “Gorgeous……….and just about the size of Florida, like you said,” he says in a deep, satiny whisper. “Still wanna ravage and maul me, baby?” “After that blowjob, sweets, you’re getting the works.” “Bring it on. Sexy. I’m waiting.” “‘Kay.” JC eases himself between Justin’s muscled thighs and settles in so he can lie down over the length of Justin and capture that inviting mouth with his own one more time. Their bodies pressed together, their lips sliding over the other’s wetly, and their stiff shafts rubbing against each other. A kiss that blooms and vibrates on their tongues, diffusing into their “renewed” systems. This is what they both had craved. And it’s certainly everything they’d remembered it being. “I missed this……….the romance,” JC admits, huskily. “I missed it all.” JC pauses for a minute. Just to watch that Renaissance-art facial bone structure as it moves together so exquisitely to form new expressions on the special face he loves. “I’ll make it all up to you, my love.” “Leave it in yesterday, C. Remember?……….We’re moving on, baby……….Make love to me. Please.” JC can’t argue with *that*, so he slithers backward over the taut frame, placing damp smacks and smooches here and there randomly down the stretch of Justin’s pecs and abs. Reacquainting himself with this body again. Reclaiming it as his. Then, not so randomly, he can’t resist taking the entire beautifully-rounded head of Justin’s penis between his warm lips and swooping down the twitching length of heat, forcefully taking it all in with a wet suction. It’s there, he reasons, jutting upward right in front of his face, begging to be touched. He should spare it some stimulating attention. “Awww, fuck!” Justin hisses and arches his hips forward. He’s been thinking about the feel of those juicy, plump lips wrapped around his dick since he’d had them pressed against his own mouth. It’s been far too long since he’s had the pleasure of JC going down on him. Sensing surging fire in the hot, rippling body beneath him as well as in his own, JC pulls his mouth off the swollen shaft and sits up. He grabs for the tube of Astro-Glide and smiles at Justin’s moaned protests and writhing that his now-slick and glistening cock has been abandoned. Slowly and rhythmically massaging his own organ, which has stiffened and enlarged to full length and thickness again, he sighs. Justin watches him intently, waiting with a fast heart rate and barely-tamed spurts of breath. He raises a hand to stroke himself, and the anxious throbbing there increases. JC sweeps his tongue out over his puffed lips and smiles mischievously. Just before easily pushing his slickened finger inside Justin and making Justin toss his head backward with a guttural groan and twist and bear down for more. Slowly……….back and forth……….in and out……….one finger, and then two……….relaxing……….expanding……….preparing……….loving. “I havta say it again, sweets……….I love you,” JC whispers just before delving into the small, lubed opening with much more than two digits of his hand. And Justin groans again and meets his thrusts with a consuming, snug heat that JC thinks has never, ever felt tighter……….better. This intense, constricting warmth all around his cock, sucking his length in and closing around him greedily………. “Jusssstin……….you feel……….so damn good.” “Ah, baby……….you feel……….awesome………..” Justin’s still grasping his own shaft, pumping with a wet, tight friction along with JC’s thrusts. He grunts and raises his legs to circle JC’s waist as JC leans down again over him and balances himself on his arms. So that he can lap at that sweet mouth one more time. “I can’t last long, sweets……….I’m sorry……….You’re just so damn hot……….and I’ve wanted you back for so long,” JC rasps because he can feel it down in there, building, rising, rushing. “You’re preaching to the choir, babe……….I’m ready as hell……….Go for it.” Justin is helpless to do much more than grab onto the bulging forearms on either side of him and move his ass on the bed to take more of this bludgeoning heat deep within. When JC shifts his angle of entry and pounds up against Justin’s most sensitive spot over and over, he can’t stop the furious explosion that suddenly shatters through him, and he comes so long and hard all over his own hand and chest that he thought it might have lasted for days. “Awww, fuck, Jaaayceee……….” The bursting orgasm surprises JC totally because he hasn’t recognized the tingling in his toes that spreads upward over his whole vibrating body as being a warning sign. It reaches his core and seizes him, making him arch his back and pour himself into Justin as he drives in again and again. “Jusssstinnnnn,” he sizzles out in cotton-like whispers, much softer than the force that’s shaking through him. Unaware he’s doing so, Justin drops his legs to the bed again and then feels JC’s panting, sweating body collapse partly on him and partly beside him, the softening penis trailing warm wetness across his thigh. After a few seconds, he swallows dryly and forces his eyes open to peer over at JC. And feels a flutter in his gut to find JC watching him silently with those blue-topaz gems of eyes, smiling beautifully, adoring him without saying a word. Justin, with his own expanse-of-sky-blue eyes, returns the meaningful smile as he wipes the thick, white stuff from his own abdomen with the hem of the sheet. Then he moves his limbs so as better to wrap some of them around JC and pull him closer. “Damn.” “Yeah, damn……….” “So can I……….um……….stay the night?” JC snickers against Justin’s collarbone, tickling him. “You’d better. I’ll be one pissed-off bitch if you don’t.” “And we wouldn’t want that.” “No.” “Still got my toothbrush laying ‘round?” With his fingertip, JC traces unintelligible designs on Justin’s damp rib cage. “And what do you think?” “I think yes ‘cause I know how you are……….hopeless romantic.” “And that’s your fault, Ju.” “‘Cause I spoilt you?” “Spoiled. Say ‘spoiled,’ Mr. Songwriter.” “Yes, Dad.” “Ju?” “Hmm.” “What about the track? ‘Never Again’?” Justin shrugs with JC in his embrace. “What about it? It’s just a song now. Meant something when it was written and recorded……….But I’m over all that now. I’ll leave it on the joint. It’s a decent tune.” “It can be our own private little bittersweet melody.” “One that will never be necessary again.” “Never again.” ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ FINI