Deep

Tranquil--

“And may I ask, what the fuck Justin?”

Justin nearly hit his head on the computer screen as he jumped. He was typing in their study…alone, the last time he checked. But his boyfriend’s cursed quiet-as-a-mouse-like gait did not alert him.

Why couldn’t he stomp and drag his feet like normal people?

“Can you let me catch my breath first, Mr. Hidden Dragon, Fucking Crouching Tiger?” He scowled from his perch in his computer chair.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. There’s no need to get you panties in a tangle,” he kissed Justin’s cropped head and leaned heavily on Justin’s back.

“Shut up. And leave.”

He remained directly behind his boy. “Aww. You don’t want me to read your writing? You’re lucky that I did cause now I can tell you that it stinks like stale shit.”

Justin frowned, “How could you say that?”

JC shrugged and kept his head on Justin’s shoulder even though Justin was shrugging him off without much results. “Hey, I’m just being honest. So like I asked, what the hell is this shit?”

“Stale shit,” Justin corrected.

“Right. Thank you. This stale shit?”

“You really think it’s bad?”

JC nodded his chin into Justin’s shoulder. “It’s stinky, baby. It’s like you just typed whatever came in your head.”

“Ha. I beat you there! Cause that’s what I did.”

An eyebrow raised. “And yet we continue to go back to my first question…what the fuck are you doing? Or should I ask, think you’re doing?”

“It’s a poem, Josh. I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Uh-huh. But you don’t write poems. And before you open your mouth and say ‘I write songs, Josh. They are forms of poetry’ Let me say you never came up with shit like this before. Please don’t tell me it’s a song. Cause there is no melody to even match this shit.”

Justin did a growl/pout combination that always made JC purr. “Hey, you’re no Shakespeare yourself, you know.”

“Correct. But if you continue to write crap like this, I am the closest thing to Shakespeare you’ll ever meet.”

“Good. So leave now.” He raised his fingers over the keyboard to signal that he was done with this conversation.

“Now you know I don’t want to leave.” JC made a baby voice to grate even more on Justin’s nerves, “And you don’t want me to either.”

“Yes I do.”

JC turned his head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. “No you don’t.”

Justin couldn’t fault the man because when he was right, he was fucking right. “Fine I don’t. But you don’t have to dog my work.”

“We should print it out and leave it for the dog to shit on,” JC joked. But Justin didn’t find it all that funny and began to shrug him off his shoulders once more. “Okay,” he chuckled, “Okay. I was kidding. Besides she just won’t shit on anything we put at her feet.”

“Get out, fucker.”

JC was laughing so hard he could barely stand up. Justin was full out jerking his back, trying to get his boyfriend off him. “I…I just. He he he. I.” He couldn’t stop laughing and he was crying too hard to even think correctly.

“I was being serious, you know.” The more he pushed, the tighter JC held on.

JC took in deep breaths to calm himself. When he finally was able to answer with out a hint of giggle in his voice, he spoke. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. But really baby, what are you doing?” He returned to his position behind Justin’s car. “That stuff doesn’t even make sense.”

“It’s not supposed to.” Justin turned his head to face his boyfriend’s.

JC paused. He really didn’t see the point. “Okay. Now I am truly lost.”

“Well, I was reading some stuff. Well more like browsing.” Justin was known for spending all day in bookstores skimming through hundreds of books until he found the right one or two. “You know stories and poems and shit in the bookstore. And half of the writings didn’t make fucking sense. The writers never got their point across. At least I think they didn’t, it’s like you had to search for the answer. What kind of fun is that? You read the entire thing and it leaves you more confused then when you started it. But these authors had basically half of the bookstore swimming with their books. So I went online to see if they were any good and you wouldn’t believe all the people who think their stories are golden. We’re talking millions who believe that their writing is deep.”

“So you’re writing this because…”

“I want to take a try at it. I mean, why the hell not? If these authors can do it, why not me? I can come up with whatever enters my head at the moment too. I figure I start with poetry. Then work my way to stories. Make people search for the true meaning and all that shit.”

“Well I am happy to say that I will not be one of them. Please don’t tell me you are serious. You think this crap is deep?”

“Hey we’re talking about millions of people who think that the other authors’ writings are deep. I’m just another one joining the flock.”

“Look, this…what you wrote isn’t going to be big. I truly doubt anyone other than you will be reading this. I’m saving you from humiliation.”

Justin’s patent cockiness that sold millions came on strong. He gave the potent Timberlake stare. “Please, I’ll have people eating it up like candy.”

“No, I actually think that the Justin Timberlake long armed reach can’t even go this far. People will buy your stuff just to burn it. The teenies will go head hunting and burn you on your crap bonfire. I’d have to find a sexy suit for your funeral. I’m thinking I’ll wear black with a crisp white shirt underneath. I’ll carry a white rose in your honor and then run into the arms of my other one true love.”

“It had better be the ghost of me,” Justin half jokingly growled.

“Sure.” JC quickly changed the subject. “Now what point are you trying to get across in…I’m guessing the title of this poem, and I use the term loosely, is Tranquil.”

“Actually it’s called Tundra’s Conniption. And the point is so obviously a very strong ecological love for the weather’s lovers.”

“Do you really expect me to keep a straight face and not crack jokes when you tell me things like that?” JC giggled but was obviously trying to hold back from falling to the floor.

“Hey, I wouldn’t laugh if I were you. Maybe it shows that your mind is not competent to handle such deepness.” Justin’s face did not hold a hint of a smile when he said this. He was oh so very serious.

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“You said it, not me,” Justin shrugged.

“You’re actually believing into this crap. So really tell me who’s the dumb one?” He cleared his throat, “Desert’s cold embrace, cocksure grip? Tranquil, tranquil? Does that honestly make sense to you?”

Justin careless raised his shoulders. “You have to search for the meaning.”

“The desert last time I checked did not have a cold embrace. The cocksure grip, though, I get. You’re horny.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You couldn’t even write twenty words without including the word cock. That’s where I get you. Where I only get you and it’s coming out strong,” he purred into Justin’s ear.

“I think it’s you who’s the horny one.”

JC shrugged his shoulders and licked Justin’s neck. “Guilty. I love sex.”

“Trust me, my asshole and I can attest to that,” Justin said wryly.

“I think that if sex was alive, I’d fuck her.”

“I bet you would. And why would sex have to be a girl? I mean last time I checked you were gay.”

“I think sex is woman. The motions and sighs and sweat? Oh yeah, sex is all woman. And she’d be the only woman I’d fuck.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

JC grunted into Justin’s skin. “Uh-huh, but there’s a point.”

Justin didn’t have to do much searching and he certainly was not confused after he did. In fact he was quite sure. “You want to have sex. Right now.”

“I thought I made it very clear,” he smirked. “Now let me bed you.” He stood upright and showed the stiffy he’s been sporting.

Justin stood up and began stripping his clothes. “Ooh, can we do George of the Jungle?”

“Feeling a little frisky are we? Sure. Just get on the bed and let me get ready.” Justin ran out of the study like his feet were on fire.

JC smiled and shut the computer off. When it asked for the document to be saved, he pressed no. He felt he did the world a great justice. And jumping from the furniture to fuck Justin like an animal was his punishment.

Not so bad at all. Maybe he’d let Justin write some more crap again.

Maybe.

The End

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