Like this


"How about relationships? Are you seeing anyone right now?"

"Well," says Justin, shifting slightly in the chair, "it's like this." His jacket makes a soft skritch against the wooden arms, and the noise makes JC's teeth ache.

"Like what, exactly?" The interviewer leans forward, head cocked, like a trained bird-dog. JC almost laughs out loud, swallows it back. He clicks his tongue against his teeth while Justin answers the question, not listening to the words themselves, but to the sounds of them in the room. "Like this," Justin says, and JC knows that doesn't even fucking begin to cover it. He sees himself stand up and walk calmly over to Justin, wrap long fingers around his neck and squeeze. Gently at first, almost a caress, Justin's eyes widening in surprise and then in panic as the pressure increases. His chest hitching, fingers scrabbling helplessly at JC's, trying to pry them off.

JC blinks, and Justin's still sitting there, mouth open and words just falling out into the air, his neck pale and unmarked. He chews the side of his mouth, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood, clenches his hands into fists and concentrates on the feeling of fingernails digging half-moons into his own flesh.

***

Justin grins as JC brushes past him on the way out to the car that's waiting for the two of them at the curb. Dark windows, leather seats, the smell of money. Discreet.

"In a hurry?"

JC doesn't turn round, flicks up a middle finger over his shoulder.

"Fuck you," mutters Justin, smile fading momentarily, but coming back twice as bright when the revolving doors spit him out into the glitterbright sunlight and the shrieking of a thousand teenage girls.

***

"It's like this," hisses JC, skin slicked with sweat as he rolls his hips, Justin moving slow like honey beneath him. "Just like this."

He reaches down, holds a hand against Justin's throat, feels the tapping of his pulse. Runs fingers along the ridges of his collarbones, traces patterns on the feverwarm skin of his chest. His palm brushes Justin's cock, lying thick and heavy against his belly, and JC wraps long fingers around it, matches the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Open your eyes and look at me when you come," he breathes softly against Justin's mouth.

And Justin does.



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