Shower Steam


Justin knew he shouldn’t. Shouldn’t entertain the thoughts at all. Not those thoughts. But try telling his mind that. Especially his sleeping mind. The one he had no conscious control over at all. The one that nightly flashed up the beautiful, free-flowing images in his REM sleep of the person he longed for and adored but was forbidden to touch in his daytime reality.

Yes, the night before, he hadn’t been able to prevent it, even if he’d wanted to.

He’d dreamed of JC.

A smiling, vivacious JC who craved Justin’s closest proximity as much as Justin craved his. A laughing, bright-eyed JC who shunned secreted adoration and wished to beam to the world their love for each other. An affectionate, full-of-fire JC who regularly ignited Justin’s body and heart in their darkened, shared bedroom where they sang the praises of each other’s flesh every night against welcoming sheets.

Not the JC he knew in the waking world.

Not the JC he’d ever know.

Because JC, of course, unquestionably, belonged to Lance. That simple fact was so solid, it was probably fucking carved in stone somewhere, Justin figured. He’d given up on trying to compete.

So, out of glaringly-obvious necessity, he vowed, when he awoke on Friday morning, that he’d purge all the fantastical, intimate, god-so-damn-sexual thoughts of JC Chasez — and all the delicious, mind-splitting things that could be done with and to that demonically alluring body of his — out, way out, of his mind. Permanently. For the good of all involved.

Well, okay……….maybe after one more small — and perfectly harmless, mind you — salacious daydream he indulged himself in the shower that morning before meeting the guys downstairs for breakfast……….

The thick steam from the hot downpour of water enhanced the atmosphere and eroticized the mood further for Justin as he stood under the pelting stream, allowing it to beat off his back and shoulders and massage his mind into blank numbness. In that blissful void, he eventually arrived at a humid spot where he was alone with JC and had his full focus. Exclusively.

Didn’t matter where. He was with JC.

In the haze, JC smiled at him with lust-heavy bluish eyes and a full mouth that first widened and then pursed beautifully as he hissed, “Shhhhhh” and lifted one of his slender fingers to Justin’s lips. Justin couldn’t remember wanting to taste a red, glistening mouth more than he did that one at that moment. So he obediently uttered not a sound and leaned forward to press his lips boldly to the other pair which tantalized and beckoned so close to him.

JC accepted him hungrily and moved his wet, tender flesh over Justin’s, melding their mouths together and licking at the moisture on Justin’s lips before sliding his tongue inside to tangle with the slipperiness of Justin’s.

Here in the shower, Justin felt the real-life effects on his body that the imagined contact with JC’s mouth was producing. A slight tingling in his gut and a stiff throbbing in his groin.

As the JC in his mind slithered down his tall frame — caressing and squeezing with fingertips, lapping and nibbling with lips and teeth, Justin slid his own hands down along his torso, pinching his own hardened nipples and rubbing over the flat quivering abdomen. Damn, the water was hot, and so was his body. He felt his pulse accelerate and his breathing becoming quick and short. The solid erection between his legs ached and twitched.

In the fantasy, he turned and leaned against the shower stall’s side wall, envisioning JC stooped below him now, his face level with Justin’s crotch, his moist breath bouncing off the erect organ in front of him, and his strong hands gripping Justin’s hips to anchor him for the intense pleasure to come. Justin’s anticipation soared, making his hardness jerk again, begging to be touched.

Blindly, he reached down, found the bottle of body wash, and poured some into his palm. The spray of steamy water quickly morphed the gel into a fresh-smelling lather — a sleek soapiness that would simulate, in Justin’s imagination, JC’s hot mouth.

He vision was working so damn realistically well, Justin could almost feel JC’s unruly dark curls tickling his thighs as JC inched forward to his edible target. And Justin surprised himself with a muffled groan as he smoothed his slick hand up the underside of his own cock while imagining it to be the deft, firm tongue of his friend and bandmate.

Aww, fuck How desperately he’d wanted the vivid sensation of that talented mouth on this part of his flesh lately……….

Up and down he slid the lathered palm over his length, rubbing inside knuckles over the ridged veins and most sensitive areas, including the fullness of his heavy sack, gently and slowly. But it wasn’t his own hand this time. It was JC’s teasing, lapping tongue, and Justin could feel his load already building in his core at this erotic touch he could only dream about.

“Damn, C……….Don’t be cruel, man,” he grunted and whispered as he fondled the throbbing head — as if JC had finally wrapped those plump, soft lips around it and flicked his tongue unmercifully over the salty drops at the tip and sucked at the swollen roundness there.

Although he wanted to make this last and last, soaking up every ounce of the juicy fantasy, Justin felt his fiery desires urging and pushing for release. He was sure his dick had never been harder, and it cried out in the dense steam for some attention.

So Justin formed a tight fist around the top of the shaft with his right hand and panted out into the rushing water in heated anxiousness. Picturing JC’s fleshy lips taking his stiff length into wet clutching recesses, he stroked his fist down over his cock and moaned huskily.

“Yessssss,” he couldn’t help but snarl through clenched teeth as his grip (JC’s mouth) slid over and over the large erection. “Just like that, baby……….Aww, shit……….Yessss.”

Never had he been given a blowjob by another guy, but he was having no trouble at all imaging JC to be an expert at it — right down to the finer details such as cupping and squeezing Justin’s balls when he felt the shaft swell against his jaws and Justin’s thigh muscles tense and ripple just before the big blast-off.

As Justin stroked up and down tightly and quickly, JC sucked up and down wetly and rapidly. Until Justin clutched his eyes shut and saw the brilliance of a million stars as the orgasm overtook him violently, shaking him all over and sending his thick, plentiful release splattering out onto the stall door.

Slumping against the slick wall and breathing raggedly, he let the still-hot water cascade over him and shuddered as a few more after-tremors tingled through his groin. This, he tried to convince himself, was an unhealthy and obsessive habit he shouldn’t/couldn’t pick up.

No damn way……….Just back away slowly……….Everyone will be better off



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