First Time

By:  Julie

In the beginning there was light.

And the splitting headache.

Soon, JC would figure out exactly what the hell it was that had been in the drinks that Chris and Joey had been mixing. And sooner or later, he'd find out WHY there was not only a splitting pain in his head, but a warm, heavy weight across his back.

But that would have to wait until he could haul his eyelids up, and his eyes open. And he'd first have to will the pain from his thighs. And his...

Holy shit.

JC tried desperately to turn over, but the weight across his back held him down. True, he'd been drunk, but did the pain and the weight indicate what he thought that it did?

First time.

JC moaned, unable to turn. He managed to twist his head and get a good look at the weight.

Shit. Again.

Justin. The heavy weight on his back was JUSTIN, and the pain in his rear had to be from--

Stop.

He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to be unable to remember what happened, because he was sure that that was some type of rape, and maybe if he were lucky, Justin wouldn't remember it either.

But he'd be walking funny for days.

It had, after all, been his first time.

And he wondered a bit, lying there beneath his heavy band-mate, becoming used the the weight, and the feeling of all the beautiful naked parts of Justin pressed against himself... he wondered...

He wondered if it had been Justin's first time too.

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It wasn't really so bad.

Not as he kept thinking about it, kept adjusting to the feeling of another person sprawled on top of him, the feeling of... well, he didn't have to adjust to that.

Unless it would always be like that, in which case, he didn't want to adjust, because no amount of adjusting to pain would keep him from being sore.

He poked Justin.

"Wake up," he said, trying to move the younger man from on top of him. Justin made a soft sound, but continued to sleep.

JC sighed, frustrated.

Then he took a deep breath.

"Wake up!" he shrieked. Being unable to move had left him with one option. Yelling until

Justin woke.

Which he did, startled. Justin fell from the bed.

"What the hell?" he asked, his eyes narrowed at JC, forehead creased in pain.

JC sat up. "I couldn't get up," he said with a weak smile. Justin glared.

"My head hurts," he stated simply.

"So does mine, JC replied. As well as other parts of me, he thought, but didn't say this aloud.

Then it dawned on Justin that they were both stark naked.

"Shit," He said. JC rolled over onto his back on the bed, not wishing to move, lest the pain increase in his head or his ass. That wouldn't be a pleasureable experience. Justin looked

a little panicked.

"JC," he said slowly, a worried note in his voice. "Are you okay? I mean, I didn't really mean anything by it, I didn't mean to..." He shrugged. "I didn't mean to do what... I obviously did. I'm--"

"Shut up," JC said, cutting him off. "It's okay."

"But it's not okay," Justin said in a rush. "You're not like that. You don't like me like that. That's just not you."

"Justin, it's okay," JC said. "Really. I don't mind."

"You don't?"

"No," JC said. "But I wish that I could remember what really happened. I'm sure that that would be better than remembering nothing at all."

Justin blushed. "Well..." he said, not looking at JC, "I wanted to. But I'm sorry that you don't remember. And that I don't remember."

JC smiled and Justin climbed back into the bed.

It had obviously not been Justin's first time.

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The End

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