When JC woke up the next morning, needing to use the bathroom badly, he crawled out from under Justin's arm and slipped out of the bedroom. Tony was in the living room, folding up the extra blanket, when JC emerged from the bathroom. He had a bag next to him on the ground and JC looked it curiously before looking back up to Tony.
"I'm gonna stay with Keri for awhile. Maybe a week or so."
"You mean until Justin leaves," JC said, crossing his arms over his chest. Tony nodded slightly and looked away, glancing out the front window. "You dislike him so much you actually have to leave the apartment?" Tony shrugged.
"It will just make things easier."
"Whatever you think," JC said, shrugging, his tone harsh.
"C, man, come on. Don't do that. Don't let this affect us."
"You're telling me not to let it affect us? You're already letting it affect us. You're the one leaving the apartment because Justin's staying here for awhile. How, exactly, do you want me to act here, Tony?" He crossed his arms over his chest and met Tony's eyes across the room. Their gazes held for a moment before Tony looked away, shoulders dropping. "I'm not the one with the problem here. I happen to be able to get along with both of you. And Justin's trying, if you'd even give him a chance. But you do what you feel you need to do." Turning, ignoring Tony's soft voice calling him back, JC disappeared back into his bedroom. Justin was still asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, one hand tucked up under JC's pillow, pulling it close. JC sighed and ran a hand through his devilish hair before moving back to the bed. It was early and he didn't have to work today. A few more hours of sleep might do him some good.
Slipping back under the covers, he pulled them up over his body just as Justin moved toward him again, wrapping around him unconsciously. JC smiled, ran a soft hand over Justin's unruly curls, and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him away again.
*****
When he woke up again, he felt Justin's eyes on him before he'd even opened his own. Blinking against the sun streaming into his room, he looked down at Justin, still lying against his chest, head tilted up so he could see JC's face.
"Morning."
"Mmm," JC mumbled, stretching. He felt Justin tense against him for a moment until he relaxed his muscles again. "Been up long?"
"A little while," Justin said, turning his cheek back onto JC's chest, his eyes moving away from JC's own. JC closed his eyes again and felt Justin's fingers slide slowly up his side, fingertips barely grazing the skin. "If I get up to use the bathroom, do I get return access to the bed when I come back or is it suddenly going to be time to get up?"
"For a few more minutes," JC mumbled, keeping his eyes closed as he felt Justin shift and climb out from under the covers. The mattress shifted as Justin stood and JC let his thoughts wander as Justin slipped out of the room. The truth was, and he'd only ever let himself admit it in his own head, he liked sharing a bed with Justin. It was a comfortable warmth though the night. And when he was completely honest, he liked cuddling with him in the morning. He liked it more than he knew he should. Feeling the bed dip again, JC opened his eyes to find Justin's long, naked back before his eyes and it took all he had not to reach out and run his shorn nails up and down the smooth expanse. But before he had time to do anything, Justin was scooting back along the bed until his back was pressed up against JC's side, his ass pressing against JC's hip. JC's hid his sharp intake of breath behind a cough, but Justin turned his head and grinned wickedly at him anyway.
Justin's shifted, reaching a hand behind him and groping blindly across JC's stomach and chest for his arm and, when he found it, pulling it around his body, forcing JC to turn onto his side as well and curl up behind Justin. JC buried his face in Justin's neck, inhaling the smell of sleep warm boy, wanting nothing more than to swipe his tongue across the skin and see if it tasted as good as it smelled, all the while his brain screaming no in big, block letters at him.
But Justin, it turned out, didn't plan on making that command a very easy thing to follow. His arms were wrapped around JC's own, holding JC in place as he shifted restlessly, his ass sliding back against JC's crotch, causing JC's slightly hard cock to rest snuggly between clothed cheeks. JC shifted quickly, pulling back as far as Justin's hold on his arms allowed.
"What are you doing?"
"What?" Justin asked, turning his head so he could see JC over his shoulder. His face was a picture of innocence. And his voice was set to match when he spoke again. "I was just trying to get comfortable." And had it been anyone else, any other person in the world, JC might have believed it. But JC knew Justin well enough to know nothing that boy did was innocent. And he knew him well enough to see the slight glimmer in his eyes that said he was being anything but innocent. Shaking his head, he curled back into Justin again, holding him close, but keeping his crotch as far away from Justin's ass as he possibly could.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Justin didn't answer, but when he brought JC's hand to his own mouth, kissing the palm softly, JC could feel the smile against his skin.
*****
By the look on Justin's face, JC, if he didn't know any better, would think that Justin had never been to a professional sporting event in his life. The people surging all around them didn't stop Justin from grabbing JC's arm and half dragging him through the crowd toward the entrance of Dodger Stadium. He had a hotdog and a soda in his hand before they'd even reached their seats and when he turned, eyes meeting JC's smiling ones, he shrugged.
"It's a baseball game, you gotta have a hotdog, man." JC just grinned and took his seat, holding Justin's soda for him while he got situated in his own seat.
"Sorry it's not a basketball game. Wrong season and everything. Maybe you can come back out here during winter break and we can catch a Lakers game." Justin look up at him, catsup caught in the corner of his mouth, and chewed the rest of his bite of hotdog before smiling.
"That'd be awesome. I love the Lakers."
"I know," JC said, smiling softly before looking out toward the field. The catsup was driving him insane and if he looked for one more second, he was bound to do something stupid like reach over and wipe it off. Justin finished his hotdog in silence, finally wiping his face with a napkin when he was done, before reaching out and placing his hand on JC's shoulder, drawing his attention back.
"Thanks for this, C."
"Don't worry about it." JC shrugged lightly. "Tickets were only six dollars so it's not like I'm not going to be able to pay rent this month cause I took you to a baseball game."
"You could come live with me if you got evicted anyway, so it wouldn't be all bad." He grinned before bring the soda to his lips, the straw slipping between them, cheeks hollowing as he sucked lightly. JC shook his head and turned away again.
"What makes you think that I think living with you would be such a great thing?"
"Please, what's not great about it? You get to be in my presence all day long, you get home cooked meals from my mom. Oh, and did I mention spending all your time with me? What could be bad about that?"
"That ego, for one thing," JC said, grabbing the soda from Justin's hands and bringing the straw up to his own lips. "Knock that down a few notches and I might think about admitting it'd be kinda fun living with you." Justin just shrugged and smiled happily, eyes trained on the field.
"You love me and you know it, ego and all." And JC couldn't disagree.
About halfway through the game, two girls approached them, giggling profusely. Through the giggling, JC figured out they recognized the two of them from MMC and wanted to know if they could take a picture. Justin and JC agreed and got a woman sitting behind them to take a picture of the four of them before the girls started giggling again and hurried off, looking over their shoulder as they moved away.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get use to that," Justin said as he watched them leave. "I mean, why do people want their picture taken with me, you know? I'm just me."
"Four years on that show didn't make it any easier to get use to than the two you spent dealing with it," JC said, raising his hand as a cotton candy vendor moved down the main aisle.
"And imagine what it must be like for real celebrities, like famous movie stars and musicians. I can't even imagine it. It's gotta be insane, having people, fans and the press and stuff follow your every move." He took a large chunk of JC's cotton candy and shoved it in his mouth, smiling innocently at JC around the sticky substance. JC glared for a moment but broke into a smile as Justin licked the candy off his lips, eyes lighting up in happiness. "Cotton candy always reminds me of the big fair that comes to Memphis every year. My mom would let me get some every year, but I was never allowed to eat it all. She said it made me too hyper."
"And that's different from normal how?" JC asked. But before Justin could answer, the announcers voice interrupted them. It was filled with excitement, causing both of them to pay attention to the game again just in time to see a ball flying out over the outfield headed right toward them. Justin was on his feet immediately, jumping up onto his seat in an attempt to catch it. There was a mad dash around them, people clamoring over seats and each other in an attempt to reach the ball. JC was shoved out of the way, but when it was all over with, Justin emerged from the group victorious, huge smile on his face, white baseball clutched firmly in his hand.
"That hurt like a bitch to catch," Justin mumbled as he sat down again. "But it was worth it. Now I'll always have this to remember today by." He smiled at JC, almost shyly, before reaching for more cotton candy.
*****
"You know," JC said as he pulled the covers back on his bed. "Tony's gone to Keri's for the rest of the week, so the couch is free now, if you feel like sleeping out there." He looked up at Justin, standing and waiting patiently for the covers to be pulled back. Justin shrugged and climbed into JC's bed before looking up and meeting his eyes.
"No, you're bed is fine. Thanks though, for thinking of me." JC rolled his eyes at Justin's grin as he climbed in bed as well, pulling the covers up over both of them.
"I'm not getting rid of you while you're here, am I?"
"Not a chance in hell," Justin said, curling up to JC's side, hand finding JC's hip, leg slipping between JC's own. It was only the third night they'd shared a bed, but somehow it felt familiar and JC smiled, letting his fingers run up Justin's bare back, short nails pressing into the soft skin. A mock sigh escaped his lips and Justin tilted his head, looking up at him. "You like this as much as I do. Don't even try and pretend you don't." Without waiting for an answer, Justin pressed a soft kiss to JC's chest and buried his head against his shoulder again.
JC mumbled goodnight and closed his eyes, relaxing into the cool sheet and Justin's warm body heat. He was just drifting off, stuck in the stage between wake and sleep, when he felt movement, felt Justin's hips press closer against him, felt Justin's cock press into his own hip. JC's eyes flew open, head turning until he could see Justin in the darkness. Justin was completely still again, eyes closed, breathing evenly. JC swallowed heavily and shook his head. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes once again, doing everything in his power to get himself under control, to not think about his fourteen year old friend's cock pressing into his hip.
It took awhile but he was finally able to keep his eyes closed without visions of Justin below him, withering as JC moved against him, from entering his mind. And then, just as he was almost asleep again, just as close to dreams as he had been last time, he felt it again. Slight movement, Justin's leg shifting, his hips pressing forward, a slightly hard cock pressing into his side. JC's eyes flew open again as Justin shifted, thrusting unconsciously, so very slowly, into his side. Four agonizingly slow thrusts before he settled into a peaceful slumber once again. But by that time, JC's own cock had fully awakened. And when Justin thrusted again, one more time, JC's body responded without his consent, thrusting lightly into the air, back barely arching off the bed.
Before he was even aware he'd responded, Justin's eyes were on him, open and completely awake, and his hand slid from JC's hip to between his legs. He gripped JC lightly, hand just pressing into JC's erection. But the grin on his face told JC it had all been planned, that he'd done it all on purpose. The little bastard had never been asleep at all.
JC pulled away quickly, moving as far over toward the edge of the bed as possible, dislodging Justin's hand from his crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"C, I know you've had sex before, so I really don't think having someone's hand on your crotch is a new concept for you." Justin tried to move closer again, but JC held up a hand, stopping him. The grin faded from Justin's lips and he stopped, eyes trained on JC's face.
"We can't do this."
"Why not? It's not like you're against the whole being with a guy thing."
"You're fourteen!" JC exclaimed, moving to a sitting position and leaning against the headboard, rubbing a hand across his forehead.
"And you're eighteen, so what?" JC could see the pout on Justin's lips without even looking at him. Justin hated being reminded about the age difference between them.
"It's just not right, Justin. You're still just a baby."
"I'm far from a baby, and you know it, JC." JC could hear the anger in his voice and finally looked up to see Justin sitting as well, arms crossed over his chest, scowl on his face. "I'm not a normal fourteen year old. You, above all people, should know this." JC sighed, Justin was right, he wasn't a normal fourteen year old. But he was still fourteen, although that excuse didn't seem to be doing anything but pissing Justin off, so JC changed tactics.
"We're friends, Justin. Good friends. This could screw that up."
"So you make it a habit of fooling around with enemies instead? Funny, I was always under the impression that you actually had to like someone to be attracted to them." He rolled his eyes slightly. "Try again."
"What about your mother? She'd kill me."
"My mom has known for about two years that I wanted you. Sure, two years ago she wasn't really ok with the idea of us, but she's gotten use to it. She knows you'd never hurt me. She trusts you." JC sighed, frustrated. "Got anything else?" Justin asked, shifting slightly closer to JC.
"You're fourteen, Justin. There's something wrong with an eighteen year old taking advantage of a fourteen year old." Justin burst out laughing the minute the words were out of JC's mouth.
"C, I was there a minute ago. And if I remember correctly, it was my hand that landed on your dick, not the other way around." He leaned in close, mouth near JC's ear. "Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone knows it was me who took advantage of you." Justin pulled back and met JC's eyes, his own growing serious. "Look, I know I'm fourteen, and you're eighteen. But think about, JC. Think about how much of our lives we've shared. We're not normal, neither of us. We've gone through too much that most people never go through. And I think that's made us closer, on a maturity level." He could still see the skeptical look on JC's face, but beneath it, he could see that JC wanted this, wanted to say yes, wanted it to happen. "We're friends, right?"
"Of course we are."
"Even though I'm only fourteen? And you don't have a problem with that, right?" JC shook his head. And as the sly grin started to appear on Justin's face again, JC realized he'd walked right into a trap. It would be a double standard to say it was ok for them to be friends, but then for Justin to suddenly be too young. Before he could even get out a sigh, Justin had slid up against him again, curling into JC's body once more, mouth near JC's ear. "Just lay back and enjoy this. You can freak about it in the morning if you feel you need to, but enjoy it for tonight." His mouth is on JC's ear before JC can respond, sucking the lobe lightly between his lips. His hand finds JC's thigh, rubbing soft circles into the skin just below the leg of his boxers, fingertips sliding up beneath the material occasionally.
JC shifts restlessly on the bed and Justin is right there, mouth and hand moving along his body. JC's eyes close as he shifts his hips, knowing he should stop this but knowing he can't. And as Justin's hand slides to the waistband of his boxers, fingers teasing the trail of hair leading down below the elastic, he can do nothing but press closer to Justin.
Justin smiles against his neck, lips leaving a trail of kisses across the skin, as his fingers slip lower, his index finger finally, finally sliding along JC's hard cock. JC gasps and thrusts up, wanting Justin to grasp him. But Justin pulls his hand out of JC's boxers and waits until JC's eyes open and meet his own before licking his palm. JC moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. All that's going through his mind is that there is no way that should be as sexy as it was. But then Justin's hand is back, hot and wet and wrapping completely around JC. He's tentative at first and fleeting thoughts of the fact that Justin's never done this before run through JC's head, but they're gone just as quickly as they appeared when Justin starts moving his hand, stroking slowly up and down the length.
JC's arm comes around Justin, pulling him closer, holding him there as Justin's hand continues to stroke up and down, his wrist bending and flexing, his fist creating just the right amount of pressure, over and over. JC's other hand fists the sheets, his back arching as Justin speeds up, moving him quickly toward release. Justin's lips are still on his skin, sucking and licking against his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, behind his ear. Each touch of hands and lips is almost a sensory overload and JC can feel all the blood in his body rushing to his groin.
JC's close, he can feel it. And he figures Justin realizes it as well when he feels Justin's thumb rub over the tip, nail brushing slightly over the sensitive slit. JC's body shudders harshly and with a breathy moan followed by Justin's name, he comes hard, back arching off the bed, body strung tight and humming as Justin strokes him through it.
When JC finally drops down to relax onto the bed again, willing his breath to even out, he finally opens his eyes and finds Justin looking down at him. Justin's hand is still down his pants, fingertips twirling very slowly across the oversensitive head. Justin smiles softly and removes his hand from JC's pants, bringing it to his own face to study the sticky fluid covering it. And then, sparkling eyes trained directly on JC, he slips one of the come covered fingers in his mouth, sucking until it's clean. JC gasps and arches into Justin again. The sight before him is enough to send blood flowing again, pooling in his groin. He's not fully hard, but if Justin keeps that up for much longer, he has no doubt he will be.
But Justin finishes cleaning his hand off, ducks his head to lay a soft kiss against JC's chest, and curls up against him again. He's asleep before JC can even fully get his breathing under control.