"I want to watch you." Justin sits back, waits for JC to settle in the chair opposite him. Slides a hand down to undo the button of his pants, and stretches long legs out in front of him. JC is already naked as he turns towards Justin, his clothes placed carefully on the bed. He looks across at him as he sits, brushes a strand of hair away from his eyes, hooks a leg over the arm of the chair. There's no self-conciousness in his movements at all, no emotion on his face. He blinks once, twice. Waits for Justin to speak. "Touch yourself." And JC does, running a hand across his chest, fingertips gliding over warm skin. He plucks at a nipple, pinching it, twisting the nub of skin until it's dark and erect. He lifts the fingers of his other hand to his mouth, slides two of them between his lips, coating them with saliva. Runs them over his belly, and Justin can see the trail of wetness they leave behind as JC wraps those same long fingers around his cock and starts to stroke himself slowly. He shifts slightly in the chair, getting comfortable, his head drops back and his eyes close, his hand moving constantly, rhythmically. Justin watches from his seat, his hands resting lightly on denim-clad thighs, fingertips pressing gentle warmth he can feel through the fabric. There's heat in the pit of his belly, and he can feel himself getting harder as he watches JC's hand working himself, his other hand still flicking at a nipple. Justin wants to touch himself too, wants to run his hands over his own flushed skin, wrap his own fingers around his cock and match JC's strokes, but he won't let himself. Won't give in. He sucks his bottom lip inbetween his teeth, bites down on it to focus himself. Across from him, JC moans once, deep and low in his throat, rolls his hips a little, and Justin's fingers move reflexively on his thighs, digging into his flesh. Focus, he thinks, and keeps them in place. JC's eyes open, and instantly fix on Justin. Blue on deeper blue. "Tell me," he murmurs, and closes his eyes again, lifts his middle finger to his mouth and licks it, the flash of tongue pink and obscene. "Tell me what you did." His hand snakes down his body, and he slides the finger between his legs, past the tight ring of muscle, hissing out a breath between clenched teeth. "We were dancing," Justin says, and the sound of his own voice surprises him for a moment. Rough-edged with desire, and for a moment it's like hearing a stranger speaking. "Dancing," he says, "slow. And the room. It was dark. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her against me. Her skin...it was warm." And he shivers, and it could be from the memory, or from watching JC's finger moving in and out, his hand fisted around his cock, hips rocking gently. "So warm," and he's biting his lip again to keep his hands where they are, painfully hard now. "She was touching me. Her fingers, on my arms. On my neck." JC murmurs something low in his throat, twists his body, angles his leg and drives his finger deeper into himself. Justin can see a sheen of sweat on his skin, and he's almost golden in the half-light, head back, eyes closed. Listening intently. "I need to--" "No." JC's eyes don't open, but his voice is pure steel, and Justin knows not to argue. "No," JC says again, and it's whispered this time. "Later." And Justin knows instinctively what he means. He swallows, starts to speak again. "She was moving against me. I could smell her skin. And her hands, on me...still touching." Justin closes his eyes. "And...I wanted. I wanted her to stop." He hears JC shifting, opens his eyes again, sees the muscles in JC's thighs tensing, relaxing as his hips move in time with his hand, breath erratic. "I wanted her to be-- I wanted her to stop." JC moans, and the sound makes something twist deep in Justin's belly, and his fists clench where they rest on his thighs, nails digging half-moons into his skin, but he barely feels it. JC's twisting and writhing in the chair across from him, finger and fist moving in counterpoint, his teeth bared. Justin draws in a steadying breath, blinks to clear his head, finds his next words. "But she wouldn't," he says, and it feels like an eternity since he last spoke. "She wouldn't stop. So I--" He swallows, once, twice. "I bit her. On the. I bit her on the shoulder." He closes his eyes again then, won't look at JC. Doesn't need to. He can hear the frantic noises he's making, the nonsense words carried forward on ragged breaths. He senses rather than hears the exhaled "and?", opens his eyes one last time, instantly meeting JC's cold blue gaze. His voice is low, but he knows JC can hear him. "And I tasted her blood." Justin shudders then, suddenly cold from head to toe. Across from him, JC shudders too, muscles in his belly pulsing as he comes with a low, feral growl, hips snapping forward as his hand twists and pulls at his cock. As Justin watches, he trails a finger through the slick mess on his stomach, then licks it clean. Justin's fingers tighten on his thighs- mustn't touch, won't give in- and he bites back the moan that threatens to slip between parted lips. JC speaks then, and his voice is slow like honey, slipping from the shadows. "Your turn," he says, and Justin lets out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. He lifts his hands from his thighs, raises his hips and slides his jeans down long legs, kicks them aside. JC watches, eyes lidded and heavy, one hand absently tracing the sweep of his collarbone. Justin's fingers close around his cock, and he can't stop the small noise of pleasure he makes as skin touches skin. He runs his thumb over the head, feels the slick moisture beaded there. Closes his eyes, tongue darting out to wet dry lips. He doesn't hear the soft knock on the door, or JC's murmured "come in," but the sudden touch of fingertips on his arm startles him, and his eyes flick open in confusion. Her face is hidden by the dark curtain of her hair, but the small bandage on her shoulder stands out in sharp relief against her pale, pale skin. She leans forward, murmurs something against his neck, and then straddles his lap. Reaches down, guides herself onto him, rocks her hips gently against him. And he wants to push her away, doesn't want her there. Doesn't want her at all. But he's so far gone all he can do is close his eyes and bite his lip, the overwhelming sensations in his body betraying him. She leans forward again, and he feels her lips moving against his neck, the sting of her teeth on his skin. "I don't--" he manages, but her mouth is on his, and his words are lost, swallowed. She twists her hips again, sharper this time, more urgently, and there's white noise in his head, silver sparks behind his eyes, and she's all he can smell and taste. He comes with a cry as JC slips out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. You thought you could keep me from loving While you were looking the other way I was taking control Poe- Control
Watching you squirm in your shoes
A small bead of sweat on your brow
And a growl in your belly you're scared to let through
You thought you could feed on my soul
But while you were busy destroying my life
What was half in me has become whole
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me