Justin smiled as the hotel door opened, watching JC as he stepped into the room, the light from the hallway outlining his frame against the doorway. He saw, in the semi darkness, JC’s eyes roam across the room until they landed on Justin, sprawled out on the couch. The TV flickered quietly in the background, creating the only light in the room as the door shut behind JC. Justin stood up, moving across the expanse of the room toward JC, wrapping him in his arms when they met.

He smelled like sweat, his damp body pressing tightly against Justin’s own. And a faint hint of cologne when he shifted, wrapping his arms tightly around Justin’s waist, burying his face in Justin’s neck.

He smelled like he’d just performed two shows with more energy than should be humanly possible. And Justin couldn’t have loved him more if he’d tried.

Sliding his hands slowly up JC’s back, Justin found the hair that touched the back of his neck, still curled and slightly damp from the show, and buried his fingers in the soft locks, squeezing JC’s neck gently. Pressing a kiss to JC’s temple he pulled back, looking down to JC’s face. He could see the exhaustion on his face, feel it in every muscle, every movement of JC’s body. But he could also feel the excitement still coursing through him, the energy that hadn’t quite worn off yet burning through his veins. He could see the elation flickering through his eyes, in his soft smile.

“I need a shower,” JC said, pulling back slightly, face wrinkling in distaste at his own appearance. “I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“But it’s the best kind of sweaty and gross in the world, isn’t it?” Justin asked, winking quickly.

“Hmm, almost the best. I can think of one other kind of sweaty that’s better than the performance kind.” His grin was wide and full of all the love Justin knew JC felt in his heart. He chuckled softly, pressing his lips against JC’s own for a moment.

“Go shower. I’ll be right here when you’re done.” JC nodded, kissed him one last time before pulling away, and moved to the bathroom, eyes finding Justin’s one last time before the door shut behind him.

Justin turned the TV off and moved to the bedroom, flicking on a low light, spilling the room with soft light. He turned down the bed, slipped out of his clothing, and slid onto the mattress, hands behind his head. He heard the water shut off and the door open a few moments later. JC stepped into the bedroom, hair still damp, spots of water still glistening on his skin, small towel wrapped around his waist.

“Feel better?”

“Mmm, much.” JC moved to the edge of the bed, leaning down over Justin, lips finding lips. Justin felt a wet tongue lap at his bottom lip and smiled, opening his lips and pulling JC’s tongue inside. Shifting, his hands slid up JC’s sides, the skin warm and damp under his fingers. Wrapping his arms around JC’s back, he tightened his hold and pulled gently, pulling JC down on top of him. JC sighed, content, as he settled between Justin’s legs, hips pressing down into Justin’s own.

Justin had been waiting for JC the night before when he’d arrived in Chicago from Europe and JC had been more than pleasantly surprised to see him. It had been a last minute change in Justin’s schedule that allowed him to make it to Chicago in time to see JC’s show and he’d jumped at the chance. They hadn’t seen each other in three weeks and Justin still hadn’t been able to make it to one of his shows. He was excited to see JC perform.

After JC had done an interview with the local news the following morning, they’d spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with JC’s parents before heading to the House of Blues so JC could get ready for the show that night.

Justin had watched the crew set up from the highest balcony, arms resting on the balcony ledge, chin resting on his arms. It was the same place he planned on watching the show that night. No fans were going to be up there and if he sat back, away from the edge, no one would even know he was there. Tonight was all about JC, and Justin didn’t want to take away from that at all.

After a few more interviews with local radio stations and newspapers, JC had joined Justin on the balcony, slipping his arms around Justin’s waist and resting his chin on Justin’s shoulder. Justin had smiled and snuggled back into him as they watched the crew below them. Then, there in their own private balcony, Justin had turned, pushing JC back onto one of the plush chairs, and slipped to his knees. He’d unbuttoned JC’s pants and slid them down his hips just enough to free him from the tight confines, eyes intent on JC’s own, slid his mouth down the thick warmth, and made JC’s world explode.

Justin had stayed hidden in the balcony, watching during sound check, during the meet and greet, and as the doors opened and the fans had piled in, pressing close to the stage, waiting for the show to start. He’d stayed hidden in the semi darkness, eyes scanning the crowd during the opening act. She was ok, he thought idly. Her songs were decent, but she didn’t have much of a presence on stage and the crowd didn’t seem to be into her much. But Justin smiled every time she mentioned JC’s name and the crowd went nuts. JC deserved this more than anything.

Finally, the filler music faded away, the large screen hanging in front of the curtain rose, and the crowd went crazy. And then JC was there, moving and shaking and bouncing and jumping. He sang with every bit of his soul, danced with every ounce of energy in him. He had the crowd in the palm of his hands. He came out with a bang, getting the crowd going. They responded to his immediate energy and he, in turn, played off their energy to keep his momentum going.

Justin sat mesmerized through the first show. Then it was over and the place cleared out and the crew started getting the stage ready for the second show. He never quite got his thoughts back in order by time the second show started. And that one, if anything, was even more intense than the first one had been. The crowd was louder, if it was possible. The energy level shot up even more. And Justin could do nothing but stare at the man he planned on spending the rest of his life with move around the stage with poise and grace one minute before jumping into hyper and spastic the next. And he did it all with an ease Justin was in awe of.

And he was harder than he’d been in quite a long time. JC was doing everything in his power to turn the crowd on. It had worked on Justin’s body immediately.

Justin had slipped out of the venue just as the opening of 100 Ways started, wanting to watch that performance again, but hoping to get away before any of the fans filtered out, and had headed back to JC’s hotel room.

Now, laying here with JC in his arms, hips pressing together, Justin was prouder of JC than he’d ever been.

“You kicked ass tonight. Everyone in that venue fell in love with you. Even the straight guys dragged there by their girlfriends.” Justin said, fingertips running along JC’s bare back. He felt JC’s soft chuckle against his chest and smiled. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You were incredible.”

“Even when I forgot the words to my own damn song?” JC asked, lifting his head to look in Justin’s eyes. He grinned, but Justin saw the slight blush creep up to his cheeks in the dim light.

“Even then,” he nodded. “Even when you slipped and fell. The crowd ate that shit up. I think they loved you more for it. Like, it made you more real to them or something, more reachable. He wrapped a leg around the back of JC’s thigh and flipped them, landing between JC’s legs and pulling the small towel off him in one swift move. “But,” he said, hands sliding along JC’s abs. “You, my love, are in trouble.” Justin smiled at the confusion on JC’s face, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to JC’s chest, licking slow circles around JC’s left nipple, nipping quickly before pulling back.

JC arched toward him, eyes closed, a soft moan slipping from his lips and surrounding Justin. He opened his eyes again and trained them on Justin, the question, the confusion still there, buried under the arousal.

“Just because your mother went home to bed after the first show doesn’t make it ok to do everything in your power to turn me on when I can’t do anything about it.” Justin grinned and winked before lowering his mouth to JC’s lips for a slow, lingering kiss. His next words ghosted across JC’s skin. “One more mimed orgasm.” Kiss to JC’s chin. “One more thrust.” Lick across JC’s jaw. “One more grabbing of your crotch.” Earlobe sliding between Justin’s lips. “And I would have exploded, right there by myself in that lonely balcony.”

“Justin....baby....want you.” JC’s body moved languidly beneath Justin’s, naked skin sliding against naked skin. Justin felt JC’s arousal, pressing into his hip. His slow thrusts creating a perfect amount of friction, his thigh sliding along Justin’s own arousal.

Justin’s hands slid down JC’s body as he pulled back, resting on his knees between JC’s legs. Confusion clouded JC’s eyes and Justin silenced his questions with soft fingers moving over his lips, thumb rubbing along the full, kiss-bruised bottom lip.

“Shhh.” His other hand slipped between JC’s thighs, stroking lightly. “You used a lot of energy tonight. Just lay back and relax. Let me take care of you tonight. Just lay there and enjoy it. I’ll do all the work.” And as JC watched, Justin’s hand still stroking slowly up and down, he moved to straddle JC’s hips.

Justin leaned down to kiss him, JC’s hardness nestling into Justin’s ass but not penetrating. But it wasn’t close enough, it wasn’t what JC wanted, what he needed. And Justin felt him shift restlessly below his own body as their lips collided, trying to get closer, deeper.

Justin pulled back, slowing the kiss down, taking control. JC’s movements slowed and his eyes opened, boring into Justin’s own, begging, pleading. And all Justin could do was comply as he lifted up and slid down, impaling himself on JC’s thick arousal. Once he was all the way down, hips resting snuggly against JC’s own, JC filling him completely, he paused, eyes on JC’s face. JC was using all his control to keep still as Justin’s body adjusted.

And then with one last kiss, Justin began to move. He rose and fell with an intensity that spread through both of them, sliding down JC, drawing him in deeper and deeper every time. He twisted and shifted, taking all of JC at different angles, hitting the same spot over and over in a different way each time. It was hot and intense, fire roaring through both of them. He rode JC hard, pulling them over and under and into each other over and over again until finally, with one final hard thrust, his hands splayed across JC’s stomach, he threw his head back and came. Muscles tensed and tightened around JC and Justin heard the low moan as JC’s own body tensed and he exploded deep inside Justin.

Justin collapsed against JC, arms sliding under JC’s back, holding him close. Their breathing was ragged and harsh. Their hearts were beating uncontrollably in their chests. And JC could do nothing but bring his arms up and around Justin, holding him as tightly as Justin was holding him.

Justin shifted and pressed a soft kiss to JC’s jaw, head lifting off JC’s chest until their eyes met.

“I am so fucking proud of you. You deserve everything the fans gave you tonight. I could tell you were pleasantly surprised by the amount of them that showed up at the second show, but I think you seriously underestimate how much they’re willing to do for you. And you deserve it all.” His lips fell to JC’s as he slid off his body, nestling instead against his side, long bodies pressed together, legs twining without thought. Justin wrapped an arm around JC’s waist, pulling him closer, and rested his head on the pillow next to JC’s. “I love you.”

“Love you too, J. Always.” And they fell asleep, nestled together, surrounded by the love they felt for each other and the blissful happiness of the audience reaction to the show that night. JC pleased with the way the crowd had reacted to his show and Justin so very excited JC was getting the love he deserved from his fans.

*****

Justin's mind slipped back into wakeful consciousness before his eyes opened and he felt JC next to him, breathing softly, chest rising and falling evenly. Reaching out, Justin slid closer and wrapped his arm around JC's waist, sliding his hand across the warm skin of JC's stomach as he snuggled closer. JC's breathing caught for a moment before he released it, eyes fluttering open slowly, finding Justin's own eyes. He smiled sleepily and pulled Justin closer.

"Morning." His voice was thick with sleep and slightly raspy from all the singing and screaming he'd done at the show the night before.

"Morning," Justin replied, laying a soft kiss to JC's bare shoulder. Their eyes closed again for a few minutes, cuddled together under the warm sheets, both enjoying waking up together once again until the phone rang. Justin reached out, pulling it off the end table. It was JC's wake up call and Justin replaced it quickly before turning back to JC.

"Is it time to get up already?" JC moaned, turning so his face was buried in Justin's shoulder.

"Sadly, yes." Justin sighed. "You gotta leave in an hour to get to Michigan in time for your show." He felt a warm, wet tongue lap at his collarbone and he moaned, tilting his head back to allow JC better access to his neck. And they so didn't have time for this. As much as Justin wanted, needed, JC, he knew if JC didn't get going, he wouldn't make the drive in time. So, against his better judgment, he pulled back and smiled down at JC. "You need to get ready." JC nodded, licked on more hot, wet strip down his chest, and climbed out of bed, headed for the shower.

By time he was done, Justin had called room service and ordered a warm tea with honey in it for JC's throat and it was sitting on the table waiting for him.

"I got you tea, for your throat." JC, now fully dressed, smiled thankfully and moved across the room. He dropped down onto the couch between Justin's legs and reached for his tea.

"These two night weren't near enough," JC said after he'd taken a long drink of his tea. "I wish you could come to Michigan and Pennsylvania with me."

"Me too, but I've got some things I need to do." His fingers ran lightly up and down the inside of JC's denim covered thigh, stroking softly. "But I'll be in New York on Tuesday, waiting for you to get there."

"You coming to the show again?" JC asked, tilting his head back to rest against Justin's shoulder, looking at him upside down.

"I wouldn't miss it." Justin bent his head, laying a soft, playful kiss to the tip of JC's nose and was rewarded with a full grin sliding along JC's lips, eyes crinkling up in laughter. "Even if it does get me all horny with no way for you to take care of it right away." JC's eyebrows rose slightly before he turned his head, mouth finding the dip between Justin's collarbone and sucking hard, intent on leaving a mark. And Justin knew it was a dangerous place, knew he'd have to be careful with the shirts he wore for a few days, but he didn't care at all.

"You plan on making yourself known this time?" JC asked, pulling back, admiring the bruise he'd created on Justin's skin, sliding his fingers over it softly.

"Give the fans something to talk about?" Justin asked, fingers sliding through JC's damp hair. JC shrugged.

"There's already an entire world of them out there who think we're together. And it's been a long time since we've given them anything between the two of us. Might be worth it."

"We'll see," Justin said, tugging lightly on JC's hair. "I don't want it to become about me. This is all about you and you deserve it to be all about you."

"If anyone was to take any of the attention away from me, I'd want it to be you," JC said, lips sliding over Justin's own. When he finally pulled back, hooded eyes full of desire finding Justin's own, he licked his lips and smiled. "Love you."

And Justin knew that two days would never be enough between them, but it was ok, because even though time was short for them right now, they had forever to catch up. And he planned on using that time, all of it, to show JC just how much he loved him too.