JC pulled his car into Justin’s driveway and put it in park, turning to look at Justin. Justin’s eyes met his and he smiled softly.
“Thanks, tonight was fun.” Justin said, squeezing JC’s hand lightly. JC nodded his consent.
“Aside from having to watch my boyfriend shake his ass with all the women out there,” JC teased, winking at Justin. They had spent the evening at one of the local clubs in Orlando. The Roxy was a popular hangout for the five members of Nsync and they were well known there. It was a place they could go and usually be left alone most of time. There were always a few people hanging around who weren’t regulars and wanted an autograph or something, but most of the people who frequented the club were regulars who already knew them, if not personally, at least well enough for it not to be a shock when one, two, or all five of them showed up. Justin leaned in to place a soft kiss on JC’s lips, holding him close for a moment before pulling back, his eyes meeting JC’s again.
“Do you...um. Nevermind.” He looked away, glancing from JC up to the front of his house instead. JC reached out his free hand to touch Justin’s shoulder, drawing his attention back.
“What, J? Don’t get all shy on me now. You’re not shy around anyone, least of all the four of us.” Justin looked down again.
“Do you want to stay here tonight?” He whispered it so quietly JC had to strain to hear him, and even then wasn’t sure he’d heard him correctly. “You want me to stay the night?” Justin nodded. “Do you mean to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, or on the couch? Or do you mean,” JC swallowed harshly. “Do you mean to sleep with you?”
“Just sleep,” Justin responded quickly. “With me, but just to sleep. I just. I wanna know what it’s like to wake up with you beside me, wrapped around me. I want to know what that feels like.” The truth in his voice hit a spot deep within JC and he smiled widely, pulling Justin into his embrace. His answer was apparent when he reached for the key, still hanging in the ignition, and turned the car off.
They made their way into the house, hands still clasped together, and up the stairs to Justin’s bedroom. Justin let JC watch as he undressed, slipping his pants down to his ankles and his shirt up over his head until he was standing in just his boxers. He had been around JC in this state of dress many times before. They had shared hotel rooms frequently in the early years. And even in the later years of Nsync, it was nothing for JC to show up in his room to watch a movie after Justin had already gotten ready for bed. But there was something different about it now. Something more intense. Justin had never been shy about his body, and with good reason. But standing here, half naked in front of JC, his boyfriend, was making him a little self-conscious. He smiled weakly until JC’s reassuring smile reached his own as JC, too, striped down to his boxers.
It was intimate in a way Justin had never experienced before. He was no stranger to intimacy, to being naked in front of someone else. He wouldn’t, on any condition, call himself a whore. But he had, on more than one occasion, shared his bed with someone else. This was completely different from any of those times, including any time with Britney. And that had been the most serious relationship he had ever been it. Not even that compared to what he was feeling right now, standing just a few feet away from JC.
Without a word, JC climbed into bed and held his arms out, inviting Justin to join him. Justin moved to the bed and slipped him beside JC, letting JC’s arms wrap around him as he pulled the covers over both of them.
With a soft kiss to JC’s chest and a whispered goodnight, Justin closed his eyes and let himself fall peacefully into dreamland. JC lay away for awhile, letting his fingers run lightly across Justin’s stomach and chest in an almost ghost of a touch. Justin was different around him now. Not a bad different, just a different different. He was a little shyer, which was completely new to JC. Justin had never, not since the first day JC had met him, been shy. Justin had always been a little cocky punk who was good at everything he tried to do. It was part of him, and JC loved him for it just the same, had for years. But this new side of Justin, this shyness, this lack of self confidence, was nice too. To JC, it showed him that Justin was concerned about what JC thought, how JC felt. It wasn’t a constant, all the time thing, but it appeared every now and then. Especially when Justin wanted to take something to the next level but he wasn’t sure how JC would react to it.
He finally closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Justin, letting his lips fall against Justin’s forehead. With Justin’s even breath causing his chest to rise and fall slightly and his heartbeat pulsing against JC’s body, JC let himself be lulled into sleep, a smile upon his face.
*****
Justin awoke the next morning to soft lips trailing along his chest and stomach. He kept his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of JC’s warm lips and breath ghosting over his skin. He sighed deeply, causing the lips to be lifted off his chest. He opened his eyes and glanced down, his eyes meeting JC’s own eyes that were staring intently at him.
“Morning.” JC answered Justin’s mumbled greeting with a smile and another press of lips to his skin. Justin took a moment to take in the vision before him. JC’s eyes still held remnants of sleep, his hair was curly and wild, his skin was still warm from a mixture of sleep and Justin’s own body heat pressed against him all night. He had seen JC right after he woke up many times before, but this was, once again, different. Special. Justin’s stomach flipped. Emotions ran through his veins. He was feeling things he had never expected he would be able to feel for JC. Everything about this man enraptured him, sent a shiver up his spine, made a smile appear on his face, caused his heart rate to increase and his breath to catch in his throat.
Yet, as wonderful as all these feelings were, they all scared him immensely. He wasn’t sure how JC was feeling, wasn’t sure if JC was thinking the same things he was. And he was afraid to put these feelings into words, to tell JC what he was thinking and how he was feeling. They had decided this was going to be on a trial and error basis. This was still new to both of them and they were feeling their way though. Justin was afraid to express how he was feeling and to scare JC away. That was the absolute last thing he wanted. So instead, for the first time in his life, he kept his feelings from JC in hopes of this lasting as long as JC would allow it.
He felt JC’s lips on his chest again, moving slowly up to his neck. He wrapped his arms around the beautiful man before him, drawing him impossibly closer and closed his eyes, relishing in the feelings of JC kissing his bare skin. As JC’s lips connected with his own, JC’s hand spread across Justin’s stomach, rubbing slow, gentle circles. Justin’s stomach muscles twitched from the touch and JC pulled away slightly, looking curiously down at him.
“Are you ok?” Justin smiled and nodded, pulling JC back down so their lips met again. Justin was hard and in the moment when this fact hit his mind, it scared him, but then he realized this was his boyfriend half on top of him. He should most definitely be able to turn Justin on. Pulling his lips away from JC’s, both of them panting breathlessly, Justin let his hand rest of top of JC’s, still rubbing lightly across his stomach. Intertwining his fingers over the top of JC’s, he slowly moved their hands down over the waistband of his boxers toward his throbbing hardness. JC glanced down at their joined hands, now resting over the prominent bulge in Justin’s boxers and back up to Justin’s face. Without saying a word, he asked the question loud and clear. He was silently asking if Justin was sure. Justin responded with a nod of his head, his eyes never leaving JC’s.
“Just, go slowly, ok? Not too far, too fast.” JC nodded and squeezed Justin gently, causing a low hiss to escape his throat. JC wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but he knew what felt good when he touched himself, or when someone else touched him, so he followed natural instincts, slowly kneading Justin’s hardness. The moans and whimpers escaping Justin’s throat told him he was doing something right. He was enjoying giving Justin pleasure, enjoying watching Justin twist and wither below him. Slowly, and asking permission with a simple glance into Justin’s face, he moved his hand to the waistband of Justin’s boxers.
“Please, Jace.” It was all the permission he needed and he slipped his hand below the waistband, touching warm skin and thick hair. He teased his fingers around the skin just above Justin’s throbbing cock for a moment before wrapping his first around the thick hardness. It was an almost surreal feeling. One he had most definitely never expected, not more than a month ago, he would have been having. His hand was on another man. But he was completely ok with it. It felt natural with Justin. It felt right.
JC kept his pace slow, almost teasing. The head was leaking thickly and JC let it run with his fingers, making Justin slick and warm as JC’s hand moved up and down. Justin thrust gently into his hand, arching his back off the bed.
“Oh god. Josh. So good. So right.” Justin’s eyes were shut tightly and he reached blindly for JC, grabbing his shoulders as a gasp escaped from his slightly parted lips. JC reached his other hand down, gripping the waistband of Justin’s boxers. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for Justin to protest, but when no protest came, he slid them down while his other hand still moved slowly up and down Justin’s cock. Justin raised his hips so JC could get his boxers over them and once they were low enough, Justin kicked them down and off the bed.
Then, before JC had time to react at all, Justin removed JC’s hand and flipped them so JC was now resting on his back with Justin hovered over him. JC looked up at him curiously, a small grin spreading across his thick lips.
“I want. I want to taste you, Josh. I want to,” he paused swallowing. “I want to feel you in my mouth.” He ran his hand down JC’s chest. “Is that ok with you?” JC nodded and reached down, removing his own boxers and tossing them to the floor along with Justin’s. Justin moved so he was kneeling between JC’s legs and stared down at JC’s thick, hard cock for a moment before meeting JC’s gaze again. “I’ve never...”
“I know, J. I know.” JC interrupted him, reaching for him. He pulled him down until their lips met, Justin hovering just over above his body, his hands on either side of JC’s head. “It’s ok. I want this. I know this is new to both of us.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The fear that he might was evident in his voice.
“Just go slow. I’ll let you know if you’re hurting me.” Justin nodded and moved so his head was between JC’s legs. He kissed the curve where JC’s leg attached to his hip, licking softly at the crease there. JC’s legs spread father almost of their own accord and he rested his hand on top of Justin’s head, caressing lightly. Justin kissed the engorged head of JC’s hardness softly and smiled at the shiver he felt in JC’s body. He let his tongue slip out, licking across the head, lapping for a moment at the slit before licking his way down to the base, taking great care to touch every area of skin. JC’s hand reached for his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing gently, reassuring Justin he was doing this right. Justin glanced up at him. His eyes were closed and a look of complete ecstasy had crossed his face.
It hit Justin just how gorgeous this man really was. He had always known JC was sexy. It was a fact that had not escaped him over the years. But now, laying here before Justin like this, completely naked, completely open, trusting his body to Justin completely, Justin was overcome with the beauty that JC held. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and let the head slip inside. A strange, almost gurgling noise came from JC and Justin knew it had been a scream that he stopped before it reached his lips.
Justin still wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing and was going completely on instinct now. He closed his mouth tightly, creating a suction and let his tongue roam freely over the leaking head. The drops of precum slipping from JC’s cock into his mouth were a strange sensation, but not a bad one. It tasted warm and kind of salty and Justin let the liquid wash over his tongue, teasing his taste buds as he lapped it from the slit. JC was withering below him, obviously enjoying the sensations Justin’s mouth were causing him. Justin loosened the hold he had and slowly began to move down the thick shaft, letting his teeth scrape lightly over the skin, letting his tongue lap at the throbbing underside of JC’s cock. He was only about halfway down when his gagging reflexes kicked in and he had to back off slightly. JC reached a hand out, resting it on Justin’s cheek, letting him know it was ok.
Trying again, he made it slightly farther, now that he knew what to expect, but he still couldn’t take JC all the way in. So instead, he slowly began to move up and down the shaft, letting his teeth comb lightly every now and then, letting his tongue lap over the head when he reached it before plunging back down. JC was panting and clawing at the sheets, and Justin could tell he was trying desperately not to thrust up into Justin’s mouth. Justin was greatful for that, because he was sure he would choke if JC did.
Justin could feel his own erection leaking slowly onto the sheets below him. He needed release, but for the moment was more intent at giving JC his own release than worrying about himself.
“Justin, baby. So close.” JC panted, grasping at the sheets once more. Then suddenly, he grabbed at Justin’s shoulders, pulling him up off his leaking cock and up his body, crashing their mouths together in a hot, wet kiss. Justin’s body slid along JC’s, their hard, leaking cocks rubbing together. Justin let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, his eyes closing in pleasure. He slid against JC, causing a great amount of friction as he felt JC’s body tense beneath him.
With a strangled cry, JC came hard, clutching Justin close as his body shook with pleasure. All it took was the friction of JC against him as well as the warm liquid shooting from JC for Justin to find his release as well. JC held him tightly as his body shook, his arms wrapped tightly around Justin’s back. Justin let his body relax and collapsed against JC’s lean form, resting his head beneath JC’s chin, both of them breathing deeply. Finally, once their breathing had returned to normal, once their hearts had started beating normally again, Justin raised up slightly so he could see JC’s eyes.
“That was...wow, Jace.” JC smiled and kissed him quickly.
“It was very...wow, Justin.” He smiled softly. “You still ok with all of this?” The concern was evident in his eyes. Justin also saw something close to fear buried deep in them as well and he nodded reassuringly before burying his face back in JC’s shoulder, kissing JC’s jaw before letting his lips rest there. He was more than ok with this. The things JC had made him feel, the intimacy they had just experienced together, was wonderful and he truly didn’t want it to end any time soon. He wasn’t sure, if JC wanted to end all this tomorrow, he would be able to easily go back to just being JC’s best friend. Justin was sure they had gone too far forward to go back now. He just hoped JC felt the same things he was feeling.