Change Of Venue

By:  Rhyming Chick

 

She didn't know how she'd gotten here. One minute she'd been bumping and grinding on the dance floor with the rest of her girls, and the other she was pressed against the wall of a corridor extending slightly further than the doors leading into the washrooms.

 

Don't get her wrong, she wasn't complaining. Few people would complain of having JC Chasez pressing them against the wall with one hand on their thigh, pulling their leg around his own, one hand on their left breast and his tongue rapidly flicking in and out of their mouth. She was most certainly not complaining.

 

Even the fact that "One Night Stand" was running on an endless loop in her mind, suggesting that the next morning she would find herself alone in the bed of some random hotel, was not what bothered her. What bothered her was their location. Sure, they were in the shadows and no one would be able to identify them, but noticing two panting forms in the corner was inevitable, and already she could see people who were either in line for the washrooms or using the telephones, pointing at them.

 

"Bored already," she heard his voice whisper in her ear after his tongue had traveled from her mouth, along her jaw line and to her ear lobe.

 

"What?" she asked in surprise. "No, no, oh God no! Why would you ask that?"

 

"You seem distracted," he told her. Her distracted state couldn't have bothered him that much as he was still grinding his lower body against her pelvis and the hand that had been examining her breast was now fluttering up and down the line of buttons on her shirt, probably wondering how long it would take him to tear them all off, and if she would mind him doing such a thing in an almost very public place.

 

"No," she quickly reassured him, only to realize that he was actually completely correct. "Well, yeah."

 

"Do you not want to do this?" he asked her. He leaned down as he spoke and then thrust himself harder against her as he raised to stand straight again, almost as if he wanted her to be sure of the "this" he had in mind.

 

"No, I mean, yes, yes I want this," she could have bitten her tongue at the incoherencies coming out of her mouth. She'd been fine at the beginning of the evening when he'd first sidled up behind her, driving himself against her ass. Sure, she had to remind herself not to freak out at who he was, but that had been going well. Then, as the night progressed, she had a few more drinks, and a few more drinks became a lot more drinks, and now she could barely say her name without somewhat stuttering.

 

"That's good," JC told her with a chuckle as he lay a few kisses on her collarbone.

 

"I just," she swallowed, trying to decide if this was really such a crucial issue for her and if he would leave her there for being so damn picky. "I just don't want it where everyone can kind of see."

 

JC's tongue trailed the area he had previously been kissing, and he dipped it as deeply as he could in her cleavage without having to rip her shirt off. He raised his head again and gave her a tongue-probing kiss.

 

"Well then, I guess a change of venue is in order."

 

Before she could quite realize what was happening, he'd peeled himself off her body, grabbed her hand and started leading them out of the dark corner. They got a few catcalls, a bit of applause and even a few boos at the abrupt end to the show that had been keeping the people in line entertained.

 

JC suddenly stopped in front of her, and she almost plowed into his body. He pulled her in front of him so he could look down at her.

 

"I'm going to go out that door there," he pointed to a door that she couldn't even see due to the dim light of the room, but believed was there all the same. "You wait about a minute, then follow me. Got it?"

 

She nodded her head, not sure she could refuse if he suggested that they fly out together. He grabbed her around the waist, brought her to him and plunged his tongue into her mouth before she could really realize what was happening. One of his hands traveled down and gave her ass a hard squeeze before he let her go.

 

"See you out there in one minute." He raised one finger close to her eyes so she could see he wasn't joking about the matter. Again she nodded her head.

 

He was barely out the door when someone else, someone a lot more drunk and a lot less appealing, grabbed her around the waist and tried to grind himself into her. She struggled against him, trying desperately to peel him off her.

 

Finally she freed her body from his grip and quickly headed in the direction JC had taken, not sure if he would really be waiting. Not sure if she had taken too long escaping that grabbing dancer. Not sure what the hell she was doing. She didn't have much time to wonder however, because when she emerged out of the smoky club, she found herself too busy looking around the back parking lot, trying to find him. She let out a sigh when she didn't spot him.

 

The breath had barely escaped her lips before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and spin her so she faced him. His mouth crashed against hers and she was sure that if he hadn't had a good grip on her, she would have fallen to the ground. His lips released hers, then slowly trailed down her jaw and along her neck until his face pressed against the cleavage her tight shirt allowed to spring free.

 

He grabbed her hand as he raised his head, and quickly pushed her toward one of the cars in the lot. They sat in the back and she noticed that the windows around them were tinted. He mumbled something to the driver that she didn't care enough to decipher, then grabbed her around the waist and spun her so she was straddling his lap.

 

She was still trying to form some kind of plan (Should she attach her lips to his neck or unbutton his shirt first?) when she felt him rip her shirt open. And she definitely felt it rip. There seemed to be no time for him to unbutton the material, and instead the buttons went flying as he tore the material apart. She would probably have reacted negatively - that was one of her favourite shirts after all - but his lips were on her collar bone slowly making their way down toward her chest and she just couldn't find any part of her that really wanted to protest against what was happening at the moment.

 

JC took advantage of the fact that she was slightly bewildered and traveled his hands down her back so he could grab hold of her ass. He held on to the jean-covered flesh and rocked her against him at a speed that was working him in ways he had never had anyone work him so accurately. He could barely breathe but somewhere inside of him, he found the need to keep his lips working at her flesh, moving toward his goal which was still covered in what his touch was suggesting was satin.

 

One of his hands let go of her backside when he felt that she really understood the rhythm he'd started her on and that she would be able to keep up the movement without his prompting. The now free hand traveled along her hip and searched for the front of her pants. When he met metal instead of denim, he happily started to pry the button out of its hole, wanting more of her against him. Yearning to feel her heat in his hand.

 

"We're here," a voice crashed between them as the door beside JC was opened.

 

JC ignored the fact that she wasn't wearing a shirt, that her pants were now unbuttoned though still zipped, and that she was extremely shy. He grabbed her hand and somehow slid out of the car from under her. Before she could reach for her shirt, he was pulling her along with him, already accelerating his pace so they would be in the hotel, and even more importantly in his room, all that faster.

 

Unfortunately for her and her modesty, the elevator wasn't cooperating at all and they stood there a few minutes, idly waiting for a ride up. She shifted closer to JC and snuggled against him in an attempt to hide some of the skin that was showing. She wasn't sure if he got the hint or only thought she was being impatient, but either way, he wrapped his arm around her and held her to him. His warm hand spanned her bare back and though she knew it offered very little coverage, she felt modest enough in his hold.

 

Finally, an elevator arrived to the lobby floor and they stepped in. JC whirled around as soon as he was in the contraption and waved to his bodyguards in a signal that was enough for them to understand that they were absolutely not to get in that elevator with him. They didn't look all that happy about leaving him alone in the elevator with her, but they weren't in the mood for him to be a disgruntled diva, so they let him be.

 

She knew as well as he did, and as did the bodyguards who hadn't wanted to let him go on his own, that the elevator could stop at any floor between the lobby and their destination of the twenty-sixth floor to pick up other passengers, but she still couldn't stop him when he turned toward her and pressed her body against one of the walls. His hand finished the work it had started in the car and soon she felt the air against part of her lower half as her jeans were unzipped and slightly lowered.

 

JC sighed loudly when his fingers finally found their destination. He'd been worried when she'd stopped him earlier at the club that she wasn't enjoying their escapade as much as he was, but if the moisture he was dipping into at the moment was any indication, she was definitely having as much fun as he was.

 

He felt her ragged breath against his shoulder, and the fact that he was having even a slight effect on her was enough to drive him on and he plunged deeper into her. He let out a low chuckle of triumph when he heard her moan and saw her bite her lip to keep down the noises she really wanted to make at his ministrations. He was making her feel things that she hadn't felt in a while and the only thing she regretted was the fact that judging by the numbers her eyes had quickly scanned when they were rolling to the back of her head a few seconds earlier, there wouldn't be much time left in the elevator for him to take such great care of her.

 

Just as she had predicted, only a few more minutes of his fingers and his tongue on the outside of her bra and a ding announced that they had reached their desired floor. He slowly peeled his fingers from her skin and she was relieved to see that no one was on the floor to see what they had been doing. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator. Patiently, he made his way down the hall using the walk to further his seduction. His hand had let go of hers and to lead her along, he stood closely behind her, one hand resting against her crotch and gently guiding her in the right direction.

 

By the time they reached his room she was panting and wishing that he had just finished her in the elevator.

 

She had never met anyone who could play her body so well, and that was exactly what he was doing, playing her body like it was an instrument that he'd been secretly taking lessons to perfect his entire life. As soon as the door was opened, she stepped through and pulled him in behind her, her lips seeking his as soon as she faced him.

 

His hurried pace suddenly slowed and he took his time exploring her mouth, ignoring the fact that she was trying to dive into him and get to the deepest parts of him that existed. His hands held her shoulders away from him so he could control her movements and consequently somewhat control the urge to jump on her.

 

She whimpered when his mouth once again left hers to explore other skin. The heat in her had been building ever since they had gotten into that damn car and she needed him to take care of it now before she got so impatient that she took care of the itch herself. JC sensed her impatience and though he didn't want her to send her attention anywhere else, he wasn't ready to give in to her yet. She had made him sore in more ways than he cared to remember in the club and now was the time for payback.

 

His tongue moved down her neck, along her collarbone, and finally his lips attached themselves to her left nipple where he suckled her heartily, being fed by the moans that the action brought to her lips. He worked on her until he could feel her becoming jelly in his arms, her whole body becoming lax and begging him to lay her down before she lost all her strength. He wasn't ready to give in to her just yet.

 

JC spun her around without her even noticing it. The only thing she realized was that the lips that had been on her a few minutes earlier were now gone. She was about to protest the loss when he pulled her back against his chest roughly, by guiding her with one hand on her crotch. She took in a deep breath at the new sensation and couldn't stop her head from comfortably landing on his shoulder for some rest.

 

JC's right hand traveled inside her denim pants and his left hand worked on her left breast squeezing and kneading, occasionally pinching the erect nipple. He worked his fingers inside her, loving that she was so warm, so wet, so ready for his invasion. He tugged her along her pleasure path as his lips worked the skin of her neck leaving marks that would brand her as his for at least a few days.

 

When he felt that she had almost reached their goal, that she was almost soaring in orgasmic bliss, he stopped his fingers. They were still deep inside her but he didn't move them and the cessation stopped her from feeling the little extra nudge of pleasure that would have been necessary for her to come.

 

"Why did you stop?" she asked him as she undulated her lower body, hoping that maybe she could get herself there without his help.

 

"Because," he said, lowering his left hand so he could still her body and stop her efforts, "I'm not in you yet."

 

"But, I'm so close," she whined though she hated whiners and the last thing she wanted to do at the moment was whine. She wanted him to finish what he had started and let her fly. Apparently that wasn't on his agenda just yet, and they were definitely following his agenda.

 

JC separated his hand from her body and placed his head on her shoulder as he slowly licked his fingers cleaned from her flow. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, unable to tear her eyes away, or ignore the possibility that there would be so much more for him to drink if he'd only let her plunge. She didn't have a chance to make her argument however, because before she could open her mouth, JC had taken his fingers from his mouth, passed them once more among the juices in her body, then moved his hand to her mouth. She had no idea what he wanted her to do, but soon enough, she found his fingers in her mouth, surprised that she wasn't gagging against the taste of herself.

 

"Um, such a good girl," JC cooed as his lips rubbed against her right ear. He kept his fingers in her mouth and with his other hand firmly gripping her waist, he led her toward the bed. He spun her around once more, than gently pushed her so she would fall back on the mattress. JC took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants before he leaned down and stretched his body over hers.

 

Once he could feel her under him, wiggling and silently pleading for him to simply finish what he had started, his fingers found the opening of her jeans and slowly began to lower them down her legs. She wasn't as patient as she pushed his pants and boxers from his body. Finally, though, slower than she wanted and not as suspenseful as he had wanted, they were both naked on the bed.

 

She tried to bump her lower body against him, tried to get him to give her what she desperately needed, but he was having none of it. JC slowly took his time to taste the skin of her neck and upper chest. He couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying the way her lower body was bumping up against his, but he didn't want her satisfied yet, he wanted her so close to the edge that by the time she crashed over, it would take her all night to come down.

 

He soothed her somewhat when his fingers found her again, freeing her mouth for his tongue which he readily donated to the crevice. He worked her slowly and could barely hold back the chuckles that her sighs of relief were bringing to his lips. Finally, he could feel her once again, ready, willing and oh so close.

 

She groaned loudly when he stopped his motions again and freed his fingers from her body. Before she could protest this time, he'd lunged himself into her and that had been all it took for her to have the most mind blowing orgasm she'd had in quite a while. She writhed under his body and JC had to grip the sheets beneath them to keep from coming himself right then and there. He wasn't done with her yet, and he needed to keep his cool if he was going to last long enough to rock her body the way it deserved.

 

Slowly, she came down from the waves he'd created in her body and found him sucking contentedly on one her nipples. Her head leaned back and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt his lips upon her. She was hardly done her first reaction, and already he was creating a second. When JC realized that she was back with him and conscious of his actions once again, he began to rock himself in her body. His tongue lapped at her nipple as he released it, then he moved his mouth up toward her own.

 

They kissed messily, tongues traveling from one mouth to the other, breath mingling and hardly any air getting in between them as he worked them both up this time. His hands petted her skin, stimulated her breasts, her sides, her cheeks, her neck and finally, her clit that had been, unbeknownst to her, begging for attention. She tore her lips away from his to look up at him with big, eager eyes.

 

"I can't," she whispered as she felt her body begging her to simply let it fall over the edge once more.

 

"Neither can I," JC admitted as he thrust harder into her. His head crashed down on the pillow next to her own and he pounded her as if there had never been a gentle JC there to start with. "Fuck, God, yes. Come on baby, take us there."

 

"Ah," she let go with surprise, unaware that she could come so hard twice in the same night, surprised that she could come that hard at all actually. She could barely breathe by the time he was done and simply lay there, languid and useless, her muscles nothing but a large mass of jelly.

 

"Yeah," JC said as he moved slightly to be off her, but kept his arm around her waist and one of his legs spread over her own. His head rested next to hers, his nose nuzzling in her hair gently, waiting for her to compose herself. "That was something."

 

"Hmm," she agreed at a loss for words. Then she remembered where she was, who she was with and what she was doing. She'd never done this before, but she guessed this was the part of the night where she left and pretended to be satisfied with the fact that he'd given her this much of his time, this much of himself.

 

She peeled herself away from his body and started to look for her clothes. She could feel his eyes on her and wondered if he was always this conscious of the people he brought back to his room.

 

"What are you doing?" he asked as she picked up her shirt.

 

"Well, I'm going to go. It's done right?" she asked, confused. Shouldn't he be pretending to sleep or something at this point?

 

"What?" he asked.

 

"That's it right. What you wanted? What I got?" she saw his brow wrinkle and realized she wasn't handling this well at all. "Oh, it was great . . . really great, but I understand that it was just for tonight. I get it and that's fine."

 

She turned from him, suddenly shy at her lack of clothes and tried to figure out how her shirt had gotten inside out. Before she could pull it onto her arms, however, she felt two arms wrap around her and drag her back to the bed.

 

"I, am not, a one night stand guy," JC told her, his body above her to keep her from getting away from him.

 

"But . . . " she started, unsure of where to go from there.

 

"The songs? The image? The stardom?" he asked for her, understanding where she could get the ideas she'd gotten, but still not too pleased with it.

 

"Well . . . yeah," she admitted reluctantly.

 

"Sweetie, I am not a one night stand kind of guy. I mean, I'm not saying we're getting married or anything, but I'd definitely want to call you next time I'm in town and see if we can get together to, um, do what we just did again," he told her.

 

"Really?" she asked incredulously, but unable to ignore the sincerity in his voice.

 

"Really," he reassured her.

 

"Well, then . . . " she started slowly.

 

"Yeah?" he encouraged.

 

"What are you doing right now?" she asked him with a smirk and a wink.

 

"I think I'm free," he said, tearing the shirt she was still holding from her hands, and bringing his lips down to hers.

 

The End

 

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