And The Morning Comes
Hey People,
This is Dane here, and I decided to take up the Valentine's Day challenge as to help me cure my writer's block. Hope you like it.
Subject: (SS) And The Morning Comes
Response to the JC Slash February Challenge
Disclaimer: If this is true, then Chris takes up ballet lessons and Joey is boffing Prince Charles. (Not a nice picture at all.)
Requirements:
Hug me
Kiss Me
Dressed to Kill
Be my Valentine
Godiva Chocolates
Red Roses
And The Morning Comes
By Dane
JC woke up to the sounds of someone retching their guts out in the bathroom. He blinked once, twice, and gingerly rose to his elbows to survey where he was.
There was a broken vase full of red roses in the corner of the hotel room. 'Someone must have thrown that or something,' JC figured as he scratched his head. On the floor were articles of clothing that were haphazardly tossed about. On the desk table nearby, a half-empty box of Godiva chocolates and a now stale bottle of champagne mixed themselves with other personal items. The sounds of someone showering broke his inspection and he tried to focus on the task at hand. On the bedside counter were his shirt from the night before all tangled up with a bottle of lube and a box of condoms weighing it down.
'Lube? Condoms?' JC thought in confusion as a synapse or two began to flare up in his mind. He picked up the box and counted the packets. 'Four? Four are missing! Shit!' Slowly but with purpose, he looked around some more and found the said missing condoms; all knotted-up and used, on the other side of the bed he was lying on. With a groan, he covered his eyes with his palms and sank back into the bed.
'Holy Shit! What the fuck happened?' he thought as frantic as possible.
With some cosmic speed, another thought came to him and he lifted the blanket that was wrapped around the lower part of his body. Naked. Naked and sticky. Naked, sticky, and hard. Shit!
As a few more brain cells decided to wake up, he finally noticed that this wasn't his room. JC slowly started to panic and hysterically dressed himself quickly. He was out the door and in his own room not five seconds passed the door of the bathroom opened.
* * *
Waking up in that room made JC feel used and sleazy so he decided to strip off his clothes and take a long soak in the bathtub. Adding some bath oil, lighting some candles, and turning off the lights help immensely in reducing the headache he got from the ordeal of waking up this morning.
JC tried to recall the night before and groaned at the memory of it all. It was Valentine's Day and he was getting ready to go out with Bobbie. He was dressed to kill and had it all planned out to perfection. It was going to be wonderful with the candlelit dinner and the dancing, and to top the evening, he was going to propose to her. It didn't go out as planned as Bobbie not only refused his proposal, but publicly humiliated him by dumping him in the middle of dinner. He then decided to head for the nearest bar and drink himself to oblivion.
He'd been drinking up for more than an hour when he felt someone sit on the stool beside him. He was shocked to see Justin there, ordering a beer. The bartender eyed him carefully, carded him, and gave him his beer. JC was further taken aback by his guzzling of the bottle to emptiness. Justin ordered another and finally looked at JC.
JC quickly found out that Justin, like him, was dumped unceremoniously and disgraced publicly by Britney. They went to some club and had an argument which resulted of them breaking up. "I'll have to look up at the newspapers later,' mused JC as he sank a little bit more into the water. Total recollection wasn't there yet but slowly getting there.
Justin and JC both got smashed drunk and the bartender decided to send them on their merry, inebriated way in a cab. When they got back to the hotel, both of them decided to settle in Justin's room and drink some more. JC saw Justin's romantic set up which was intended for Britney. Rose petals everywhere, a bottle of bubbly on the table, heaps of chocolate, and other goodies to eat, all of which were blatantly consumed as the night wore on.
Maybe it was the alcohol, JC reasoned, or maybe it was that both of them were in pain and needed some comfort. Whatever it was, JC certainly didn't expect Justin to kiss him and like it, because that's what Justin did. Next thing he knew, Justin's pleas of 'Kiss me' and 'Hug me', turned into 'Fuck me hard' and 'Do that again.'
The mental images were hot, but JC groaned all the same. He remembered the soft, pliant skin of his best friend. The minute stubble that he wore for he didn't shaved earlier in the day. The sexy limbs that tangled around him when he would thrust into Justin. The soft sighing of pleasure that came out of Justin's pouty mouth as he climaxed. The way Justin would nip on his sensitive areas just to please him. 'Dammit! Why did the sex have to be great?' he thought in despair.
With each succeeding round, both of them gotten more intimate and loving. JC recalled the last one, amazed. Justin was plunging into him with long strokes in a tempo that came from loving pleasure, rather than urgency. His hands roamed the plains of JC's slim body while each explored the other with their mouths and tongues. JC's hands, on the other hand, played with the growing curls that were starting to grow back. After the climax, both of them held on to each other and surrendered to a languid, dreamless sleep.
JC groaned again, as his mind transported itself back to the present.
* * *
Needless to say, breakfast was a little awkward but the rest of the guys didn't seem to notice. Chris just went on rambling, alternating with shoveling his mouth with the heavy meal. Joey was on the phone for most of the morning, talking with an annoying 'father' voice to Brianna. Lance simply ignored everybody and poured over papers. JC and Justin didn't eat but stared at each other, steel blue eyes meeting baby blues. As all of them started to leave for the venue, Justin grabbed JC by the arm and forced him to look at him. 'We need to talk,' he said and JC nodded.
'Later.' JC got out of Justin's grasp and went out the door.
The concert went well. There was the usual wild crowd of prepubescent teenage girl with the face paints and the signs like 'JC, I -heart- you' or 'Be my valentine, Lance', as yesterday was Valentine's Day. There were the usual pre-concert rituals, sound checks, meet-and-greets, and performance anxiety. They all danced, sang, and played with the audience, only those who pay special attention would notice the subtle difference. Now, with all of them piling into their buses to ride into another nameless city, JC knew it was a matter of time before Justin would confront him.
'Josh.'
JC was awoken from his daydream as Justin touched his hand. Both of them were facing each other in the kitchen of the 3-man bus. He felt the panic rise out of his body. His shoulders tensed and his breathing hitched. Justin must have sensed it and removed his hand and crossed it with his other one. An eternity passed, although it was mere seconds, before one of them spoke.
'Josh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to happen last night.'
'Why did we have sex last night anyway? I'm still trying to understand it but I still don't get it,' explained JC as he lowered his eyes to the coffee stain pattern of the table.
Justin shrugged. 'I don't know about you, but I feel like it was something that was going to happen between us. Did you know that you were my first love?' That snapped JC's attention back to Justin's blushing face. 'Yeah, it's true. It was just too long ago and I buried it because I felt that I had no chance with you. Something inside of me snapped and just had to have you. Even if it was just a drunken one night stand.'
'Oh Just! It's not as if I regret it or anything. I mean, you've been a like a little brother to me for all these years. It's unnerving that I'm looking at you more than a brother now. I want you, but I'm afraid. You know me. I'm almost as anal as Lance when it comes to stuff like this. One night and Boom! Now this.'
Justin looked into JC's eyes with a blissful expression. 'You want me?' JC nodded but before he could reply, Justin's mouth covered him. The force of the kiss knocked them off their seats and on to the floor. For a second, JC was shocked still. Only Justin's coaxing and insisting mouth made JC to warm up to the kiss and into an incendiary embrace. Justin broke off first and spoke in a very low tone.
'Will you give it a chance, at least?'
With wonder in his face, JC answered, 'Ask me later'. He then smothered him again with his lips.
Fin
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