Up against the Wall


JC was busy NOT trying to figure out what was going on.

He and Lance had fought again. Bitterly. Over Wade this time. Wade wanted Lance. He wanted to come between JC and Lance and claim Lance for his own. It was obvious as fuck. And Lance couldn’t/wouldn’t face up to it.

It was slowly driving JC crazy.

Greedy fucking bastard.

Goddamn poacher.

Get your own, Dance Boy. Leave what belongs to me the hell alone.

So, after their painful argument and as soon as Lance walked away from him yet again just before the Pasadena show, he’d made up his mind to turn off the constant mental analysis. And simply think of absolutely nothing. Because he was sure he couldn’t accept reaching the harrowing conclusion that he and Lance were…………Nope. Couldn’t allow that possibility.

On brainwave autopilot, he went out on stage, ignored his lover as best as he could throughout the entire show, and did his part to entertain and thrill the zealous thousands who yearned for and had paid big bucks for just that. Then he showered, dressed, plastered on a suitable expression and attitude, and went along with an eager, hyper Justin Timberlake on their “date” to a secluded but hopping club called “Player” that Justin had urged him during the soundcheck that afternoon to “explore” with him.

Still blocking out and shutting down about 99 percent of his cerebral processes, he let Justin believe this whole ordeal was absolutely new and experimental for both of them. He let Justin buy him drink after drink after drink with beautifully excited attention and charisma because the alcohol — as well as the TimberCharm — were working wonders on his determination to blank out reality for the evening.

He let Justin affectionately lead him everywhere they went and felt a pleasant twinge of gratefulness that his date’s singular interest in him alone never wavered or wandered. He let Justin gently drag him out to the crowded dance floor where nobody cared who they were, and he never protested or backed away when Justin’s strong hands gripped his hips, forcing their undulating bodies closer together. Much closer.

He let Justin whisper exuberant nothings in his ear and smiled at the tingly sensation the careless wet mouth brought to his earlobes. He let Justin “escort” him back to their hotel, snickering at stuff that wasn’t funny, entwining arms around each other’s waist for support in their drunken madness, ignoring the rolling of Dre’s eyes as he watched them with patient reserve.

And he stood there, just inside his own ark room, the door closed now on the rest of the world, his back flat to the wall, and let Justin press against him urgently and possessively in the dark. Handling him lustfully and hungrily. One solid, lean body firmly on another one. One set of roaming hands exploring abs, pecs, and a bulging crotch with curious abandon and another set of hands holding up the wall.

Had he seen this coming? Had it been in the master plan all along? And if he had foreseen it, would he have stopped it?

“God, Jace. You smell so good. And, damn, you feel good too. Just like I thought you would,” Justin almost growled as he mauled JC’s ear and neck.

“Yeah…………You too, JuBoy. You’re nothing like —”

*Shut the hell up! Comparisons are OFF-limits*

“Like those soft chicks?” Justin giggled, nuzzling the crook of JC’s shoulder and his throat. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…………too long. You’re not tripping on me, are ya, C?”

JC shook his head, his eyes shut tight. As if not watching it happen would make it not real later. Justin was rock-like hard. And *on* him. Pushing it against his thighs and abdomen feverishly. JC was hard too. And surprisingly not so eager to break loose from this rippling-muscled captor. Couldn’t be denied.

He’d let this happen, and he knew it.

“No…………not tripping…………But what are you doing?” JC breathed out in short little gasps, involuntarily arching his pelvis and groin into Justin’s.

It was a moot question, however. He knew exactly what his younger friend was doing, even if he feigned first-time innocence. Yes, yes, yesssss. He was oh-so-familiar with this dance of anxious hands sliding up under his shirt and moist, promising lips on his face and neck. He steeled his shoulders against the unyielding wall while continuing to buck his hips forward, meeting the energetic thrusts from Justin’s midsection.

“Jesus, Jace…………I don’t really know *what* I’m doing, but it feels too damn good to stop. I’m about to fucking explode.”

JC instinctively jerked his head to the side to avoid a mouth-on-mouth kiss as Justin brushed his lips over his face.

*No. None of that. Too intimate* But Justin never lost his youthful stride or stamina. The grinding deepened, became more insistent, as he plunged his aching protrusion against JC’s body. JC could hear him panting at the side of his head and feel him sliding arms around his waist to embrace him closer.

He peeled his palms off the wall and eased them up and over Justin’s taut ass in an effort to bring the heated friction further in. Through the denim, he managed to burrow his fingertip into the warmth between the cheeks until he found his target: Justin’s sensitive little opening.

And that intense massaging contact literally set Justin off, causing him to cry out into JC’s hair and buck harder toward the narrow hips and thighs, their swollen mounds of flesh kneading together frantically. A little more probing and poking was all he needed to detonate his throbbing erection between them.

“Fuck, JC! I’m c—”

JC thought he might be crushed backward into the wall behind him with the force of Justin’s powerful release. He felt the warm stickiness seeping through Justin’s clothes as Justin’s body slumped against his and as Justin breathed out hot gusts of air onto his damp neck.

“Holy shit, man…………I just rubbed off on you and your raging hard-on…………I never did that before. Not with a dude,” he whispered through the labored panting. And JC brought his hands up to smooth them over the bristly scalp.

“Me either, Ju.” And that wasn’t a total lie, he reminded himself. Because, truthfully, he’d never done that particular thing…………fully clothed. But he decided not to add that minor detail. “That was wild, man.”

Beginning to regain his composure, Justin shifted slightly and raised himself up. One of his hands found its way back to JC’s crotch, caressing. “But you’re still…………You didn’t…………”

“It’s okay,” JC weakly tried to protest.

But too late. Justin was already dropping to his knees and fumbling with the snaps on the brown leather pants that fit JC so snugly. When he reached in the tight quarters and wrapped his moist fist around the rigid muscle, JC gasped and slapped at the wall again.

“Damn, C. You’re ‘bout to loose your load too, man. You already sprung a leak…………And by the way, I hate underwear wedgies with the leather too. Pain in the ass.”

JC had no time to wonder if his long-time friend had purposely tried to make a joke or not. Without any hesitation, Justin leaned in and licked at the oozing tip that he held in his grip, and JC felt his knees buckle.

*Thank goodness for the damn wall*

The excess saliva from Justin’s mouth seemed to sizzle on the length of JC’s heat. That, however, was only the beginning.

As Justin dug one hand further inside the binding leather and cupped JC’s full balls, he slowly slid the flat part of his wet tongue up and down the shaft that jerked against his lips and cheeks. When he took the head only between his lips and swirled the edge of his tongue around it teasingly, JC grabbed at his shoulders because there was no hair to go for.

“Fuck, Ju. Don’t even think about stopping.”

Stopping, apparently, hadn’t crossed Justin’s mind as he lowered his mouth down on the solid length and began sucking exactly how he knew he liked to be sucked. The arching forward of JC’s pelvis to get more of himself inside the gripping moisture told Justin he was getting something somewhat right.

And JC felt greedily helpless in this surreal oral embrace — puffy, wet lips tightened around his swollen erection, filling the air with delicious smacking sounds, pumping up and down on him mercilessly, urging his cock to empty out all the surging, steamed fluid inside it. Huge hands latching onto his writhing hips and ass as the bobbing and sucking increased, muscles clenching, fires blazing to the surface…………

“Jussssstinnnnn, it’s coming fast…………”

The orgasm shook through him like a violent tremor, draining him completely. In the heart of the blissful explosion, he felt a slight gag reflex from Justin’s throat as the warm, thick gooey stuff shot out into it. But, like a real trooper, Justin was able to choke it back down and swallow the offering he’d coaxed out. JC fell backward into the trusty wall once more as Justin slowed down and eased off him.

“Good?”

JC could hardly make out the Golden Boy features in the heavy shadows below him. But he knew the light-blue eyes were upturned in his direction, awaiting approval.

“Damn good. I prob’bly can’t even walk now. Haha.”

“Well, c’mon then. I’ll help you to bed.”

Then Justin was magically standing and pulling JC off the wall. He snaked an arm around his waist and led him over to the turned-down bed where he switched on a lamp and deposited his lanky, weakened friend onto the cool sheets. He removed JC’s shoes and yanked off his leather pants as JC seemed to drift further and further toward unconsciousness.

“Get some sleep, Jace. We got an early call tomorrow, man.”

*Yes. Good. Go back to your own room without making me ask you to. We can’t actually “sleep” together, you know…………Doesn’t work like that*

“Cool, man. And Justin…………Great…………date…………we had tonight.”

Justin laughed. Always good-natured. “Yeah, I thought so too. Maybe I’ll call you again sometime. I got your number, ya know.” And he chuckled again just before getting up to leave.

In his mental semi-haze — the alcohol-induced one as well as the self-imposed one he’d been in all night — JC could almost convince himself that things between himself and Justin had just switched back to the normal “buddies forever” status. That this warped sex weirdness was a one-time-only passing fancy, soon to be forgotten and never mentioned again.

Almost.

Almost.

If only Justin hadn’t leaned in one final time and brushed his lips across JC’s right cheekbone just before he turned and walked out of the room.

“Night, C. You’re the best. And I mean that.”

JC turned off the lamp and curled himself into the smallest human sphere he could. And tried to think of nothing in the universe but blankness until sleep mercifully over took him, which didn’t come soon enough. And when it did, it only brought with it unkind, tormenting dreams he was unable to wake himself up from.



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