Sucker

Copyright November 24, 2002-July 29, 2005 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairings: Backstreet Boys/*NSYNC/O-Town

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and O-Town are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  This writing is a work of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

Continued from part forty-one...

            Danny Boy had lube.

            Everything had been going along the way it normally did: fast, vicious, and fire-hot.  They’d pulled each other’s clothes off, pushing each other down to the floor.  AJ had imagined that the purpose was to get off, and had gotten close to it early, fiercely aroused by Dan’s aggression.

            The taste of Dan’s mouth made him hungry.  The feel of Dan’s hands stripping him roughly made him hot and hard.  The sound of Dan’s angry groans made him moan with lust.  The feel of Dan’s teeth on his neck made him almost want to submit.

            And then he’d been on his back, and had caught Dan reaching for something, and had focused his gaze on something other than that red mouth, and had recognized lube.

            The fucker had lube.

            Dan saw him noticing, and kissed him, as if he’d be that easily distracted.  He went with it, nipping at Dan’s lips but trying to roll Dan over.  Dan resisted, forcing him to stay on his back and growling to make him obey.  AJ hated obeying, but he loved it when Dan became as primal as he was, so he played along.

            He was waiting for Dan to lube him up, or ask him what to do.  Since he was on his back, and Dan seemed to want to be in charge, he could only assume that Dan was about to fuck him.

            It was about damned time.  He’d been looking forward to this since their first kiss, since that first taste of fire.

            He wasn’t shy, and he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t know what was going on.  AJ lifted his thigh, giving Dan easier access, sucking demandingly on Dan’s tongue and pulling Dan closer, wanting-

            There, that was it, wet fingers skimming his hole, finding the point of entry.  AJ growled in anticipation, scratching impatiently.

            And then, with no further preparation, there was the thick head, slick and pushing, pushing, god, this was it, Dan wasn’t even going to ease the way first, no lubing him, no fingers, just in and fucking.  God, unh, yes, oh, Dan knew exactly what he needed.  On fire with lust, groaning, AJ took it, every last inch of it, motherfucker, it was big, it was, god, so fucking - - “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

            Dan was moaning like he hadn’t expected this, like he’d been caught off-guard, but AJ didn’t have time for beginner’s innocence.  “Do it,” he moaned, twisting and bucking, “fuck me, damn you, fuck me.”  Rock-hard and groaning, he dug his nails into Dan’s ass, feeling the heavy throb of their union deep inside.

            Panting like he was shocked and angry, Dan started moving, hips rocking.  Sweating, AJ groaned at the feel of each sharp thrust, Dan’s erection forcing its way into his body over and over and over again, setting off sparks with each jolt against his prostate.  “Hell, yeah, harder.”  Dan’s grip was bruising his thighs, holding him up and open for every rough push.  “Fuck, yeah…”  He jerked on his own dick, pumping it crudely, groaning in near-ecstasy as Dan cursed and moaned and fucked passion right through him.  “Come on, do it to me.  Do it to me, faster…”

            Dan’s hips were locked into fierce motion, “that’s it, come on,” his chest slick with sweat, “that’s it, give it to me,” his red nipples begging to be bitten and twisted, “that’s right, come on, do it,” his long neck beckoning AJ’s mouth, “yeah, fuck me, fuck me like you mean it,” his kiss-swollen lips parted for desperate panting and overwhelmed groans, his eyes…

            His eyes…

            AJ growled; the hand that wasn’t on his dick grabbed the back of Dan’s neck, jerking Dan down for a rough kiss as he jacked himself closer and closer to the edge.  The pressure of the orgasm building inside was becoming so intense, he started rocking roughly up against Dan to bring it on, grunting, scraping his nails across Dan’s nape.  The grip of ecstasy wouldn’t let him go, mounting and mounting within, forcing his head back and his hips up, his spine twisting and arching, making him cry out in the agony of need.  Being fucked by Dan felt so fucking fucking fucking good that his body didn’t want to admit it ever had to be over.  But Dan had begun it, and Dan ended it, slamming into him, abruptly taking over and yanking cruelly on his dick.  Howling suddenly, AJ spasmed, writhing and bucking as orgasm finally sent him through the spiral, cum spurting thickly as he screamed and writhed.

            Groaning incoherent syllables, Dan reared back, pounding into him twice as hard and twice as fast, fingers digging into his thighs.  The sounds rising up from Dan’s throat were raw with need and hate and lust; the force of Dan’s thrusts was slamming right through AJ’s body and leaving him hot for more.

            AJ held onto Dan’s hips, moaning with the constant rhythm of motion, wondering how long this fuck could last, wondering if it would end in anything but spontaneous combustion.  He’d already experienced his own explosion, but with Dan’s thrusts still rocking him, the fire wouldn’t stop burning.  “Come on, damn it, work that dick, do it!”  Dan growled and gave it to him, really gave it to him like, like, oh, fuck, “fuck, oh yeah, ah fuck, ah, ah, right there, like that, hit the spot, ah, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

            Groaning, AJ grabbed Dan’s shoulders and pulled Dan down closer to him, close enough for him to kiss Dan’s mouth and bite Dan’s jaw, and when his teeth met skin Dan convulsed suddenly, moaning, climaxing.  Dan’s hips slammed in one last time and then stopped; Dan panted like there was no oxygen for miles.

            AJ watched Dan’s pulse flutter wildly right there in his neck.  Licked it.  Kissed it.  Sucked on it.  Growled softly, rolling them both over, drinking sweat from his skin.  Dan’s fuck had been so hot, so intense, that AJ was still buzzing inside, felt the echoes of it vibrating through him, through both of them.

            Dan was still working for each breath and looked on the verge of passing out, but when AJ kissed him, he kissed back, angrily, and pushed AJ aside, lurching to his feet.

            “Fuck and run?” AJ asked, watching curiously from the floor.

            Without a word, Dan dressed.  His legs looked pretty damned rubbery, and his hands were shaking, but he seemed determined to go through with it.

            “Don’t forget your lube,” AJ said, holding it out to him.

            Refusing to make eye contact, Dan reached for it.  AJ grabbed his wrist, jerking him down; he lost his balance and landed on one knee.

            “I’m not some whore you can fuck and walk out on,” AJ said, his voice soft and fierce.  “Look at me.  Look at me!”

            Still sweating, still flushed from passion, Dan nevertheless glared into his eyes.

            “Every time your dick leaves my ass,” he grabbed Dan’s chin to make sure that he had Dan’s full attention, “every time, you kiss me and say, ‘Thank you, AJ.’  You got that?  You don’t get to fuck me without acknowledging that I just gave you the thrill of a lifetime.”

            Dan looked like he’d never hated AJ more, which was an impressive feat.  “Fuck you.”

            “That just made it, ‘Thank you, AJ, I can’t wait for more.’”  He wanted to laugh at the horrified, disgusted expression on Dan’s face, but he managed to keep it down to a smirk.  Really, he didn’t care how Dan felt about anything, but he couldn’t let Dan get away with too much too often.  “Kiss me and say it,” he ordered.

            “Or what?” Dan snapped, pulling back.

            “If you don’t thank me, you don’t get anything from me in the future.  That means our arrangement’s over, and I’m free to express my love for Justin in any way I want, which includes going over to his house and-”

            Dan kissed him, a simple press of lips, then said with tightly controlled anger, “Thank you, AJ.”

            AJ raised his eyebrows.

            The look on Dan’s face indicated that he was mentally committing terrible, violent crimes against AJ’s person.  “I can’t wait for more.”

            AJ smiled.  “Good boy.”  He sat back calmly.  “Go ahead, leave, I’m done.”

            Dan left.  He slammed the door on his way out.

            AJ stretched, rolling onto his stomach and shivering pleasantly.  Dan had left him satisfied and dissatisfied at once.  His body was completely sated at the same time he was already itching for more.  Had he ever had a better fuck?

            JC had been staring into space for several minutes before he noticed that Erik had come back to the table and was watching him.

            “Where’d you just go?” Erik asked, handing him a glass.  “Howie?  Justin?  Your wardrobe?”

            JC sighed.  “Howie,” he admitted.

            Sitting across from him, Erik studied him closely.  “You really miss him.”

            “I do.”  He would’ve had to say that anyway, to keep up the front for Erik, but it was true.  He missed Howie, a lot.

            Maybe JC had incredibly bad luck.  Maybe he was just stupid as hell, or unimaginably gullible.  After everything he’d already been through with Nick, now he was letting himself feel something for Howie?

            It wasn’t love.  He just couldn’t stop thinking about Howie.  Wondering.  Remembering.  “He’s always on.  He’s always seducing, he’s always flirting.  There’s so much passion and desire and sexuality right beneath the surface…”

            “It’s in his blood,” Erik said.

            “He looks…  He has perfect genes,” JC said.  “His eyes, his smile, I would kill for that skin.”

            “He’s not as funny as he thinks he is,” Erik said.  “Which actually makes him funnier.  I don’t know how he does it.”

            “I don’t know when waking up with him started to feel so right.”

            “I love his hair.”

            “I was in love, once,” JC said.  “Once before.”

            “With ET?” Erik asked.

            JC smiled.  “He was so unexpected.  He became my whole universe.  I woke up one day and I couldn’t breathe without him.  I never thought I’d love anyone like that.”  JC took a drink to stop himself from saying anything else.

            “What happened?” Erik asked.

            JC set his glass down, hands trembling only slightly.  “He betrayed me, and he hurt me, and we had to part ways.”

            “That sucks,” Erik said, frowning.  “How the hell-”

            “It’s okay,” JC said.  God, that wasn’t true at all.  “I thought I’d never trust anyone again, I told myself not to let anyone in again, but then Howie slipped right into my life.”

            “And now you’re in love, and you want to be with him, so call him and get back together and have a happy ending,” Erik said.

            “It’s not that easy,” JC said.

            “Why not?” Erik asked.  “You think Howie’s going to betray you like ET did?  You think Howie would hurt you like that?  JC, Howie’s in love with you.  Really in love with you, not pretend in love with you to get your body.  You’re meant for each other.  Howie’s a little manipulative, but it’s sexy.  You must have learned by now how to keep him in line.”

            He had too much to consider, too many parts that didn’t fit.  “I have to think about it.”

            “So think,” Erik said.  “Think as much as you want.  Do you want to get comfortable?  Soothing music, a back massage, aromatherapy?”

            “Right now?” JC asked.

            “Right now,” Erik agreed.  “Think as hard as you can.  You don’t have to figure out everything tonight, but at least you can make some progress.  Are you comfortable here?”

            Howie frowned at Lance.  “I don’t do that.”

            “Neither do I,” Lance said pointedly.  “Howie, you do exactly that to JC every day.”

            “You know that’s for the game,” Howie said.

            “So is this,” Lance said.  “I have to teach Jacob how to fuck, but I don’t want him to be the first one in...”  God, how long had it been?

            Howie didn’t look convinced.  “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

            “Yes,” Lance said firmly.  If it was going to be anyone, it was going to be Howie.

            “All right,” Howie said.  “I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”

            Justin called Kevin.  No answer.

            Justin called AJ’s cell phone.  No answer.

            Justin called Dan’s cell phone.  No answer.

            Justin called AJ’s house.  No answer.

            Justin called Dan’s house.  Jacob told him that Dan was out.

            Justin called Lance.  No answer.

            Justin called Joey.  No answer.

            JC was busy with Erik.

            Chris was busy…with Kevin?

            Kevin.

            “Justin was desperate for my attention, so I gave it to him.  I thought that it would be better for him if he had a chance to be with me again.  It had the opposite effect, he got worse, so I backed away and cut him off.”

            Kevin had given him what he’d wanted.  Kevin deliberately gave him what he needed.  He could do better this time.  He wouldn’t get worse, he’d get better.  He’d prove that being with Kevin was good for him.

            Everyone kept telling him that being with Kevin was bad for him.  Lance, Joey, they all kept saying it.  They didn’t understand.  Maybe it looked that way on the surface.  They only saw the negative side, his anxiety, the trouble he had coping.  They didn’t see the good times.

            Kevin was harsh, sometimes.  But not all of the time.  Justin was in love with a whole person, with a complete man; he loved who Kevin was.  There was a complete package to everyone’s psychology.  There was harshness to Kevin, yes, maybe even cruelty, but there was also warmth, and kindness, and-

            There was a car in Kevin’s driveway.  It didn’t belong to Chris.  Justin backed out of the drive quickly, parking in the street.  He approached the car slowly, watching the house.  No one came outside.

            He didn’t recognize the car.  It wasn’t one of AJ’s.  He touched the hood; it was cool.  The driver had been inside the house for a while.  Circling the car, he tried to see the interior using the light from the house.

            Who was visiting Kevin at night?  Was it business or pleasure?  Was it a man or a woman?  A friend?  A lover?  The car wasn’t quite Backstreet quality.

            The doors weren’t locked.  Whoever it was, he or she was a complete idiot.  Justin slipped into the passenger seat and popped open the glove compartment.

            Trevor Lee Scott Penick.

            “Fuck,” Justin whispered.  He shoved the papers back in, slammed the glove compartment shut, quietly pushed the door closed, and ran back to his car.  “Fuck,” he whispered again, sliding behind the wheel.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”  He closed his eyes, squeezing his hands into fists.  “Fucker.”

            Trevor was inside Kevin’s house.  Alone with Kevin.  At night.

            He was going to kill Trevor.  He was going to cut the brakes.  He was going to torch it.  He was going to-

            Kevin wouldn’t like it.  Kevin wouldn’t like it.  “Kevin wouldn’t like it,” he whispered to himself, verbalizing it to keep it firmly in mind.

            But that, that, that fucker was with Kevin!  He had to do something.  He had to, he had to-

            Justin got out of his car.

            There was nothing like a long soak in a hot bath to relax sore muscles after a hard, punishing fuck.  Dan had one hell of a thrust, one hell of a dick, and now AJ had one hell of a tender ass.  But he relished the feeling.  It contributed to his overall sense of satiation, reminding him that he’d been well and truly fucked.

            There were people in AJ’s past and present who could give him what he needed, to varying degrees.  Some people delivered dick well, or took dick well, or had an overall solid performance in both categories.  Joey tended to be his favorite extracurricular lay, because Joey was into give and take; Joey was enthusiastic about sex, and willing to get very physical.  Sex wasn’t a boxing match, but some physical back and forth spiced things up.  Joey was a great sex partner: versatile, confident, aggressive, and fun.

            AJ had never known anyone like Dan.

            The sheer intensity.

            When they stepped into the same room, entered the same space, it was like they instantly, instinctively recognized something in each other.  They braced themselves for combat.

            The combat was sex.

            Their bodies were their battlegrounds.

            What were they fighting each other over?  What was the war for?  Justin?  Primacy?  It was a fight for dominance.  They saw each other as a threat.  But was it really alpha male versus alpha male?  AJ tended not to be the lead dog in most areas of his life; most decisions were made by committee.  Dan’s life seemed to work the same way.  Then what were they responding to in each other that made them react this intensely?

            Of course AJ was a threat to Justin, in Dan’s view.  And a threat to the stability of Dan’s world.  But the look in Dan’s eyes, what had that been about?  Dan had been in him, fucking him, and Dan’s eyes had been filled with…

            Hatred.

            Lust.

            Violence.

            Desire.

            Intense, blazing, all-consuming passion.

            That look, those eyes, had practically burned the house down.  It had set AJ’s body on fire.

            In AJ’s opinion, Dan had a lot of shortcomings.  But in some entirely unexpected ways, Dan was a match for him.  An equal.  In passion, in intensity, Dan met him head-on.  A number of their sexual buttons seemed to be in similar places, too.  They got off on some of the same things.  Like being bitten, which AJ never would have considered would induce orgasm in Dan if he hadn’t witnessed it for himself.

            He couldn’t wait to see Dan again.

            He’d done the right thing.

            He wasn’t going to scream, or throw things, or lock himself in his room and never come out, or take a too-hot shower and scrub furiously at his dick.  He’d done the right thing.

            Then why wouldn’t his hands stop shaking?

            He’d done the right thing.  For Justin.  For Ashley, Jacob, Trevor, and Erik.  He’d protected them.  He’d done what had needed to be done.  He’d done the right thing.

            Then why couldn’t he breathe?

            Everyone was better off now.  The guys were safer.  AJ was placated.  Everything would be okay.  He could handle it.  He’d continue to trade sex for information, he’d continue to head AJ off to buy time for Justin, he’d deal with it.  AJ was his problem, and no one else’s.

            The entire experience had been burned into him.  The heat of AJ’s flesh.  The twist and rhythm of AJ’s body.  The pull of AJ’s hands.  The hot responsiveness of AJ’s fervent moans and demanding groans.  The commanding zeal and determination and fire in AJ’s eyes.  He hadn’t been fucking a man.  He’d been fucking an animal.  Claws raking his flesh.  Fierce growls of warning and direction.  Teeth…

            God, why had that made him come?

            Why had he come at all?  Why did he get off on AJ?  It wasn’t just the act of having his dick rub against something that felt good; he couldn’t use that excuse.  He didn’t buy it.  There was something else, something about AJ that turned him into someone else.

            Two words he’d never, ever have used to describe himself were “primal” and “feral.”  But when he was with AJ, he sank down to AJ’s level.  There was something animal about their interactions, something instinctive about their connection-

            Connection?  Had he just decided that he and AJ had a connection?

            Maybe they did.  AJ brought out a very strong response in him, an angry hatred, a violent disgust.  Was that solely because of what he’d seen and heard regarding Justin?  Or was there something deeper to it?

            Maybe the goodness in him was driven to eradicate the evil in AJ.

            It felt more complex than that.

            He wanted AJ to submit to him.

            He couldn’t say why.  He wasn’t even sure that it was centered on Justin.

            He’d never had a sexual response to a man before.  Or maybe he had, subconsciously, and only AJ had been able to make him truly feel it.

            What was it about AJ that pulled such a strong reaction from him?

            There were powerful, mysterious forces at work in the universe.  Forces that plucked Trevor from obscurity and placed him on every TV screen in America.  Forces that put Chris Kirkpatrick in his life.  Forces that put Kevin Richardson’s hand on his ass.  Forces that placed him in impossible situations with impossible choices.

            He was in love with Chris.  He wasn’t in love with Kevin.  Chris was in love with Kevin.  He worshipped Kevin.  He wanted to have sex with Kevin.  He didn’t want to betray Chris.  He and Chris had never been monogamous or committed even when they had been together, which they no longer were.

            If Chris ever came back into his life, what was he supposed to say?  “While we were apart, I had sex with the guy you’re in love with.  But don’t take that the wrong way, or anything.”

            Having sex with someone else wouldn’t be a betrayal of Chris.

            Having sex with Kevin would be.  Not because of how he felt, but because of how Chris felt.

            But, oh god, he wanted it so much.  Kevin had a perfect body, judging from what he’d rubbed against and felt up.  Kevin’s slow, deep kisses made him want to roll over and offer his ass, but he settled for moaning.  Kevin’s hands were confident and experienced.  And everything was moving so slowly, he and Kevin had been making out on the sofa for, what, five years already, and they still had all of their damned clothes on.

            And, just to drive him out of his mind, Kevin’s erection felt so hard and so thick and so long, it made Trevor’s stomach knot up with want.

            He was making out with Kevin Richardson, and he knew that he had to stop, and that only made him put off the inevitable.  He wasn’t slowing things down, and Kevin wasn’t speeding things up, so they were trapped in the most erotic hell Trevor had ever known.  They weren’t undressing, they weren’t leaving the couch, they were just kissing, and caressing, and kissing, and stroking, and kissing.  The slow slide of Kevin’s tongue and the exploring touch of Kevin’s fingers had Trevor aching for more.

            He wanted to say, “Fuck me.”

            What he made himself say was, “I can’t.”

            Kevin kissed his jaw for a while, which made his skin flush and his dick throb, and then asked, “What?”

            Trevor forced himself to take his hands from Kevin’s waist.  “I can’t.”  He swallowed, bracing himself for whatever might come next, including his own furious disbelief.  “I can’t do this.”

            Their eyes met, and Kevin.  Looked.  Disappointed.  Trevor was going to kill himself as soon as he got home.  “I’m sorry,” Kevin said, and moved away from him to the other end of the sofa, giving him room.  “I know you’re not ready, you don’t want this.”

            Trevor couldn’t believe his own ears.  “No, it’s not-”

            “You’re in love with someone else,” Kevin said.

            “I really, really, really want to do this,” Trevor said.  “You have no idea how much.  I really - - god, I’ll never forgive myself for this, I can’t believe I’m turning this down.  But it would hurt Chris, and I couldn’t live with myself if I did something I knew would do that.”

            Kevin gave him a brief half-smile.  “It’s okay.  I understand that.”

            So handsome.  Trevor hated himself.  “I’d better go.”  He got up, and Kevin stood with him.  Together, in silence, they walked to the door.  Trevor wanted to kick his own ass.

            “Thanks for helping me out,” Kevin said, like it was a normal good-bye after a normal evening between friends.

            “Any time,” Trevor said.  Not that Kevin would take him up on that offer, after being turned down - - god, he was such a stupid fuck!

            “Good night.”

            Trevor took one last look at Kevin’s house, one last look into emerald green, and hated himself.  “Good night.”  He opened the door and stepped outside, closing his eyes as the door closed behind him.

            That.  Was the end.  Of that.

            The most magical phase of his life was now over.

            He’d damned well better get Chris back now, after that sacrifice.

            Breathing deeply, labeling everything he was wearing “The Kevin Outfit,” Trevor walked to his car and got in.  Starting the engine, he said, “Fuck me,” and drove home.

            Soft music.  Soft lighting.  Softly scented oils.  Erik massaged JC’s back in slow, firm, even strokes, easing the tension from gracefully defined muscles.  JC had begun to glisten in the candlelight, his skin warm from Erik’s touch.

            Erik didn’t know what JC was thinking about.  Howie, he hoped.  Personally, Erik was thinking about how freakin’ hot JC’s naked body was, and how much he’d like to do more than just massage.  Not that the task he’d been given exactly sucked.

            What if Lance was wrong?  What if Howie wasn’t out to get JC?

            If Howie wasn’t out to get him, then Howie was simply playing the game.

            If Howie was simply playing the game, then JC was being antagonistic for no reason.  He was causing problems, making his and Howie’s tasks harder, and potentially fucking up the game.  Without justification.

            Was it his own fault for questioning Howie?

            Would he want Nick to tell Joey everything about him and their relationship?

            If he respected Lance’s privacy - - which he did - - then was it fair to dig into Lance and Howie’s relationship through the back end by talking to Howie?

            If Joey asked Nick about that woven bracelet, he wouldn’t want Nick to talk about it, he’d want Nick to stay quiet.  Nick knew that.  Was Howie trying to protect Lance?  Was it fair to Lance to demand answers from Howie?  He wasn’t demanding answers from Lance.

            Every time Lance shared something personal, did JC intend to interrogate Howie for his version of the story?

            If Joey asked Nick about his wardrobe, did JC want Nick to go on and on about it?  He’d bought Nick those clothes, and he’d told Joey that he’d bought Nick those clothes, but did he want Joey to question Nick about it?  How would he feel if Nick openly discussed it with Joey?  With anyone, even a trusted friend?

            He didn’t want Nick to talk to Joey about their relationship.  What he told Joey, he shared at his own discretion, in his own carefully selected words.  He gave as much or as little information as he chose.  Details, motivations, consequences, they were all carefully rationed.  If he told Joey something about his past with Nick, he wanted the conversation to stop right there.  He’d hate for Joey to turn around and ask Nick about it.  He’d absolutely hate for Nick to answer Joey’s questions.  He’d be embarrassed.  Maybe even betrayed.  His relationship with Nick was personal.  He didn’t want Nick to share any information about it, especially not if that information included Nick’s personal opinions or feelings about his behavior.

            He’d hate it if he thought that Joey was making an attempt to dig into his private affairs.  If Joey wasn’t trying to pry, just wanted to confront Nick as a protective friend - - well, he’d hate that, too.

            What he shared with Joey, with Lance, with Justin and Chris, that was private.

            What Lance shared with him was private.

            Howie was protecting Lance’s privacy a hell of a lot better than JC was.

            Apparently, if confronted about Lance, Howie was going to lie.  Deny.  Refuse to comment.  Outright fabricate.  And JC didn’t have the right to demand otherwise.

            Maybe it would be better for everyone involved if Howie and JC didn’t discuss Lance at all.  Then Howie wouldn’t have to lie.

            Erik’s hands glided smoothly over his back, kneading him into a relaxed state.  Erik hadn’t once crossed into sexual territory or begun to massage too far south of the border, and JC thought that good behavior should be rewarded.  “Mmm, thank you, honey.  That feels so good.”

            “Have you come to any decisions?” Erik asked, hands gentler now.

            “Yes, I have,” JC said.  “I’ve decided to talk to Howie tomorrow.  And now I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

            “Really?” Erik asked.

            “Really,” JC said, and looked at Erik over his shoulder.  “You’re invited.”

            “To…the shower?” Erik asked.  “To the bed?”

            JC smiled.  “To anything you want.”

            Kevin called Chris and left a message.  As he was hanging up, the doorbell rang.  He looked through the peephole, and saw Justin.

            Justin.  Minutes after Trevor.  Was that a coincidence?  Or had Justin been lying in wait until Trevor left?  It was possible, even likely, that Justin knew what he’d been doing and with whom; Chris had reason and opportunity to tell all about the plan.

            If Justin knew that Trevor had been there, and that Kevin had been making out with him, Justin had to be very unhappy.

            At least Justin hadn’t ambushed Trevor on his way out of the house.

            The doorbell rang again, and again.  Kevin picked up his phone and dialed.

            “Hello,” AJ said.

            “Call off your dog,” Kevin said.  “Justin’s outside my house.”

            “Invite me over,” AJ said.

            “Come over,” Kevin said.

            “Thanks.  I’ll be there soon.”  AJ hung up.

            Kevin looked outside.  Justin was talking to himself, stroking the front door.  Typical.

            Jacob was in the kitchen, making popcorn, when he heard the front door close.  “Hey,” he called.

            “Hey.”  Trevor came into the kitchen.  “You’re still up?”

            “Couldn’t sleep.  Where’ve you been?”

            “You can ask Brian to sing you a lullaby,” Trevor suggested.

            “He’s not here,” Jacob said.

            “Brian’s not here?” Trevor asked.  “You must be so lonely.”

            Jacob snorted, taking the popcorn from the microwave.

            “I was at Kevin’s,” Trevor said.  He sounded reluctant to talk about it.  “We were hanging wallpaper.”

            “Hanging wallpaper?” Jacob repeated, tearing open the bag.  “So, what, you’re unpaid labor?”

            “It was a favor for a friend,” Trevor said.  “I had a good time.”

            “A good time?” Jacob asked.  “Is that why you’re leaning all over the counter like something’s wrong?”

            Trevor straightened, giving Jacob an irritated look but not bothering to put too much energy into it.  “It got weird.”

            “Kevin got weird?” Jacob asked.  For all the time he spent with Brian, he almost never saw any of the other Boys.  Brian talked about them so much, he felt like he knew them well, but in reality, he’d barely met most of them.

            “It was like Chris was in the room with us,” Trevor said.  “I know how much Kevin means to Chris, and I know that if they’d communicated any better they might still be together now, and spending time with Kevin is like stealing from Chris.  Betraying him.”

            “If Chris wants to be with Kevin, then he has to work that out somehow,” Jacob said.  “It doesn’t mean that you have to leave Kevin alone.”

            “I don’t think that Chris has ever tried to get Kevin back,” Trevor said.  “It’s like he gave up.  He’s still in love but he doesn’t think that he can do anything about it.”

            Jacob shook his head.  “There’s always something you can do about it.”

            “If you were in love with somebody who dropped you, you’d get her back?” Trevor asked.  “How?”

            “I’d prove how right I am for her,” Jacob said.  “How good I am for her.  How great we are together.”

            “So if Chris wants Kevin back, that’s what he should do?”

            “No,” Jacob said.  “If you want Chris back, that’s what you should do.”

            Trevor looked surprised.  “I thought you were against all of us getting boyfriends and getting involved with guys.”

            “I’m against everyone jeopardizing the group for selfish reasons,” Jacob said.  “I’m against Ashley degrading himself for that arrogant son-of-a-bitch.  But I like Chris, and he respects what we’re about.”

            “I don’t think that Chris and I are…  I don’t think that he’s coming back,” Trevor said.

            Jacob shrugged, chewing and swallowing.  “If you don’t want him back, let him go.”

            “I do want him back,” Trevor said.  “I just don’t think he wants to come back.”

            “Maybe you should change his mind,” Jacob said.

            “I called him,” Trevor said.  “He hasn’t called me back.”

            Jacob offered Trevor some popcorn.  “You forgot where his house is?”

            “I know exactly where his house is,” Trevor said.  “What, you want me just to show up?  ‘Hi, I’m making an ass of myself, I miss you, how’ve you been?  Did you lose my number?’”

            “What you say once you’re there is up to you,” Jacob said.  “You know what he wants to hear.”

            “He wants to hear that Kevin wants him back,” Trevor said, frustrated.

            Jacob shrugged.  “He’s not going to hear that, and the sooner he gets over it, the better.”

            “You’re completely unromantic,” Trevor said.

            “It’s called being realistic,” Jacob said.

            “No, it’s called being pessimistic,” Trevor said.

            “Practical,” Jacob said.  He happened to consider himself very romantic, under the right circumstances.

            “I wonder what Chris is doing tonight,” Trevor said.  He took more popcorn.  “What’s Brian doing tonight?”

            Brian gazed into Chris’s eyes.  “Do you feel that?”

            “Yes,” Chris said.  He didn’t know what Brian was talking about, but whatever Brian felt, he felt.

            “The air,” Brian said, his eyes narrowing as he looked around mysteriously.  “The air between us, it’s electrically charged.  I can feel the electricity between us.”

            “Yes,” Chris said immediately.  Their bodies were pressed together so intimately, there wasn’t room for much air between them, but he believed Brian anyway.

            “Not just between our bodies,” Brian said, his hand sliding over Chris’s thigh beneath the sheet.  “Between our souls.”

            “I feel it,” Chris said.  “I feel our connection.”

            “Can you see it?” Brian asked, blue eyes looking deep into Chris.  “Can you see the currents passing between us?  It’s so much more than love.”

            “So much more,” Chris agreed fervently.

            “Everything we share is so rich and so natural,” Brian said.  “We belong together.  This was meant to be.  Do you feel it?”

            “I feel all of it,” Chris said.  “Every time you smile, I can be happy.  Every time you’re aroused, I get hard.  Every time you inhale, it’s easier for me to breathe.”

            “I live in your breath,” Brian said.  “I live in the beat of your heart.  Your thoughts are mine.”

            “I love you,” Chris said, running his hand up Brian’s chest, staring into Brian’s eyes, desperate for the love he saw there.  “Brian, I love you.”

            “I love you,” Brian said, embracing him.  “Tell me that you feel it.”

            “I feel it,” Chris said, closing his eyes, holding on as tightly as he could.  “I feel it.”

            It wasn’t fucking.

            It was making love.

            Howie and Lance had settled into their regular rhythms early, undressing each other as they rolled across the bed.  Being with Howie fired up Lance’s libido, and it also felt extremely right, like he’d been off track for all of this time and was finally right where he was supposed to have been all along.  No matter how many times he’d been with Howie before, no matter how recent their last time together had been, it was always special.  Even when Lance told himself to be cavalier, there was no denying the jump in his pulse when he touched Howie’s skin, or kissed Howie’s mouth, or felt Howie’s body rub against his.

            Once they were naked, kissing each other and enjoying each other’s bodies, they stayed that way for a while.  Lance was taking up every second of Howie’s time that he could.  He didn’t know when this opportunity would come again, so he was getting everything he could out of it.  The familiar scent of Howie’s skin, the soft timbre of Howie’s moans, the insistent desire in Howie’s kiss, combined to inspire a definite urgency in Lance’s need.  He wanted Howie, he needed to join with Howie, and the more intense that need became, the more driven he felt to complete what they’d started by thrusting into Howie’s body and giving them both what they wanted.

            His natural sex drive, years of experience, and his own heart’s yearning were clamoring within him to do it, to thrust, to take.  Even when Howie’s emotions had been distant, Howie’s body had been accessible and responsive.

            Lance groaned as Howie moaned, their bodies rocking together, their caressing hands drawing heat from their skin.  “Howie,” Lance panted, his breath stuttering across the first syllable, his heart pounding on the second, “I need-”  His words were cut off by his own action as he kissed Howie, unable to stay away from Howie’s wet, hungry mouth.  He was so hard that he had to do something, had to move to the next step, but he couldn’t decide what that next step should be.

            Howie made the decision for him, rolling them over with an aroused moan and then sliding down his body, wrapping knowing fingers around his throbbing erection.  Howie’s hands knew him, Howie’s mouth knew him, and Lance found himself groaning uncontrollably as Howie worked gorgeous magic.  This wasn’t Howie trying to get him off, this was Howie enjoying a taste of his dick before moving on to bigger and better things, but Lance could barely resist the pull of orgasm.  The softness of Howie’s lips, the even softer flutter of Howie’s tongue, the tease of suction - - it wasn’t enough to make him come but, damn, it was close.

            He was halfway down Howie’s throat when he felt gentle fingertips stroking his asshole.  They were slick with lubricant, and when one began to push, his muscles tensed.  He’d had various lovers who’d tried to talk him into letting them top, and he’d grown tired of convincing them that he’d really rather not, so eventually he’d simply denied everyone access to that particular area of his body.  Now, with the insistent rub of Howie’s fingers, Lance realized that if he let himself think about what he was doing, his mind would bring up issues of trust and vulnerability, and he’d freeze.

            He didn’t give himself the luxury of wandering down that path.  This wasn’t about trust, this wasn’t about anything.  It was just sex.  Plain, old, casual sex.  No emotions, no meaning involved.  Just sex.  Just two people bringing their bodies together for mutual satisfaction.  A casual good time.  He and Howie’d had sex before, and they’d have it again.  They weren’t doing anything important.

            As Lance convinced himself that he was simply having fun, not having a significant developmental moment, Howie distracted him from his thoughts by sucking down to the root of his dick.  Groaning, Lance ached, and then he felt all of the muscles in his thighs, ass, and stomach clench up as Howie slowly pushed one finger inside his body.

            He told himself to relax, he closed his eyes and concentrated on being calm, but he was acutely aware of the gentle stroking and stretching happening inside.  It didn’t feel at all bad, it just felt different, new, and he couldn’t imagine getting used to - - “Oh.”

            His prostate.  That, he remembered.  But, “oh,” he didn’t, “oh,” remember it, “oh,” being this, “oh,” damn, Howie was good at this.  Moaning, Lance shifted his legs to give Howie more room, his dick painfully hard from the way Howie was flirting with the head, his body sustaining a reverberating series of erotic pulses.  “Howie…  Howie…”

            Howie’s mouth left his dick twitching with need.  “Roll over for me,” Howie said, finger sliding out gently.

            Swallowing, Lance rolled onto his stomach, erection digging into the mattress.  Facedown, ass up, he felt peculiarly exposed.  Usually he didn’t give it a second thought, but tonight, knowing what Howie was about to do-

            Casual sex.  No emotions.  No consequences.

            “Just relax,” Howie murmured, stroking his thighs, leaning up the length of his body to kiss his shoulder.  “I know what you need.”  Howie’s tongue licked forward from his shoulder, kisses trailing over Lance’s upper arm to his elbow.  His arms were crossed in front of him, his forehead on his wrists, and now Howie’s face was close as he felt the slow penetration from Howie’s finger again.

            Lance inhaled carefully, closing his eyes.  There was an internal jump as Howie stroked him inside, and his lips parted as he let out a quick moan.  Gentle kisses at the side of his neck distracted him from the reality of what was happening, allowing him to accept the pleasure building in his body.

            “You’re so tight,” Howie whispered, kissing behind Lance’s ear.  “You feel so good inside.”

            Arousal and anxiety rippled up Lance’s spine as a second finger slid in beside the first.  The gentle, shallow fucking was erotic but unsatisfying, and the constant pressure on his prostate was creating a whole new kind of need.  Hot little moans kept coming out with each breath, and the way Howie was kissing the back of his neck made him arch his back, which made Howie moan softly, pushing in a third finger.  “Howie,” Lance groaned, not sure what he meant by that.

            “I know,” Howie murmured, kissing his temple, kissing the corner of his closed eye.  Howie’s other hand slid up into his hair, stroking.  “It won’t be much longer.”

            Howie was right; he couldn’t take much more.  He needed it to happen now, needed to ease the ache Howie had created, needed the real thing.  The pressure of pleasure was too great; the tease had been going on for too long.  If this was going to happen, it had to happen now.  Lance groaned as his dick throbbed with new energy, Howie’s fingers stroking deeper into his ass, Howie’s mouth kissing down his forearm, Howie’s tongue licking between his fingers.  Instinctively, he turned his hand, sliding two fingers between Howie’s lips into the wet softness of Howie’s mouth.  Howie’s lips closed around him, and the instant suction made him moan, his dick leaking onto the sheet beneath him as he gently fucked Howie’s mouth with the same slow rhythm of Howie’s fingers in his body.

            Howie moaned, easing off of his fingers and licking his palm, kissing down to his wrist.  “You’re so hot,” Howie whispered, kissing across his palm, sucking on his fingertips.  “I want you so much.  The things you…do to me…”  There was a catch in Howie’s words, followed by a slow groan.

            “Fuck me,” Lance said, needing it, aching for it, his cock hard, his body ready.  “I want your dick.  I want to feel your dick.”

            “Lance,” Howie moaned, his forehead on Lance’s shoulder, his hand sliding under Lance’s body and across Lance’s chest.  “I’m so hard,” he whispered, panting, fingers seeking lower, slipping in Lance’s precum, finding Lance’s erection as he moaned again.  “Oh, god…  You’re so hard, you feel so good…  I want you so much…”

            “Howie.”  Lance groaned, toes curling, gritting his teeth at the need in his own body and the questing of Howie’s fingers and the lust in Howie’s voice.  The fingers of Howie’s other hand eased out of him, stroking the cleft of his ass, caressing his balls.  God, god, “oh, ah, ah,” damn it, he was going to come if Howie didn’t - - “Fuck me, Howie, fuck…  Oh, god…  Howie,” he said desperately, bracing himself against the impending explosion.

            Howie moaned, but his hand slid back out from under Lance as he kissed a few inches down Lance’s spine.  Eyes closed, Lance panted quietly, bringing himself back under control.  He tried to focus on something besides the demands of his dick, concentrating on his breathing, and that was just beginning to work when he felt slippery fingers stroke across his asshole, followed by blunt pressure.

            Lance swallowed, telling his body to relax into the stroking as Howie’s hand ran smoothly over his lower back.  “Take nice, deep breaths for me,” Howie murmured, dick pushing firmly and oh, oh, oh, too big, too much, pressure, stretching, “nice, deep breaths,” Lance breathed through his open mouth, moaning at the slow, increasing penetration, “oh, Lance,” he wanted to move, away from it, towards it, “oh, Lance,” Howie’s hands slid over his hips, over his ass, stroking, rubbing, “you feel, oh, so good, oh, I didn’t, aahh, know…”  Howie moaned, and Lance groaned, and as Howie pushed forward Lance lifted his hips and their bodies were joined, fully, completely.

            “You feel…”  Howie made an aching noise, stroking his lower back, fingers rubbing over his spine.  “…fantastic.”

            Howie’s dick felt hard inside of him, lodged deep inside.  Lance rose slightly, onto his elbows and knees, getting his erection off of the mattress, arching his back.  Howie moaned suddenly as he moved, by necessity moving with him, stroking the backs of his thighs.  Lance felt more confident in this position, less passive, although he couldn’t imagine any position would be comfortable with a dick up his ass.

            Howie rocked gently inside of him, a short stroke without much intensity, hands bringing his hips back an inch and oh, whoa, there, that was, “oh, oh, oh,” Lance had almost, “oh!” forgotten that “oh!” holy “Howie!”

            “You’re so tight.”  Howie leaned forward, hands sliding up his sides, across his stomach, up over his pecs, caressing his nipples.  The gentle thrusts lengthened, Howie’s erection rocking back farther before sliding in deeper.  “I didn’t know,” Howie paused, panting softly, one hand exploring downward, “that it could feel like this.”  There was lust and awe in Howie’s voice, desire in his moan as he gently squeezed Lance’s rigid dick.

            Could it feel like this?  Was this what, “oh, oh,” it always, “oh, god,” felt like, “Howie…”  Howie’s hands moved over his body, stroking and molding, his skin hot with awareness wherever Howie touched him.  The sound of Howie’s aching groans and aroused moans of his name turned him on further, and the steady rocking thrusts as Howie fucked him slow and deep had him vibrating inside and out with forceful, pulsing pleasure.

            The rhythm of it was hypnotic, and as Howie picked up speed and energy, each thrust rocked Lance forward, increasing the full-body effect of each beat.  The fullness of penetration made him ache from head to toe in a new, intense way, and the repetitive stroking of his prostate inspired constant bursts of heightening ecstasy, making him moan in distinctly desperate tones.

            Lance and Howie had coupled under such a variety of conditions, in different places and positions, with different emotions and motivations, that Lance knew everything about the way Howie moved, touched, and sounded during sex.  He knew each fluctuation in breath and each degree of arousal.  There was something unique about the way Howie was acting, and with surprise, Lance figured out what it was.

            Howie was making love to him.

            That was love, that throaty ache under those moans.  That slow, aroused, “Oh, Lance, unh, you feel so good,” there was a silent “I love you” behind it.  The way Howie was stroking his body, caressing his erection, the slow exploration of Howie’s fingers over his flesh, the slide of Howie’s hands, Howie was treasuring the feel of his body, cherishing each inch.

            The feel of Howie’s love kicked Lance’s heart into a new rhythm.  God, he remembered this, he’d had this before, but he’d never thought he’d get the chance to experience it again.  Was it back?  Lance had loved Howie for so long, without feeling Howie’s love in return, that the sudden spark of love between them now set everything else ablaze.  Consumed by love for Howie, by the need to be closer, by the passion of their desire for each other, Lance pushed back against Howie, driving Howie into him completely.

             On the next hot burst of light as Howie’s dick surged deep, Lance groaned, “Oh, Howie,” and Howie responded with an appreciative moan of, “Oh, Lance,” like the sound of Lance in pleasure felt so good Howie got off on it.  It worked that way for Lance, too; the sound of Howie moaning his name made Lance’s body temperature rise dangerously.

            Shifting forward, Lance eased off of Howie and rolled onto his back, his knees rising to his chest as he reached for Howie.  Moaning with desire, Howie came right to him, kissing him with a perfect blend of love and lust, luxuriating in his embrace.  Lance wrapped his legs around Howie, and Howie made a soft series of aroused sounds, hands traveling over his body like this new position was a brand new opportunity to learn Lance all over again.

            Lance slid his hand down Howie’s chest, running his fingers over Howie’s abs before finding Howie’s hot, slick erection and guiding it into position.  With a slow, thick push, groaning with pleasure, Howie thrust back into him and began to move, back and forth, pumping in and out, rocking Lance’s body in a steady, powerful rhythm that immediately sent Lance into a whole new high.  God, “Howie,” it was so, “you feel,” he wanted to, “I’m going to come,” he couldn’t take, “yes, fuck me,” he jacked himself quickly, rushing to the edge, overwhelmed by the controlled power of Howie’s thrusts, “yes, yes, oh,” by the love and desire of Howie’s hands roaming his body, by the, “oh, god,” heat and lust and love in Howie’s moans, in Howie’s eyes, Howie was looking at him with love, with need, Howie loved him, Howie wanted him, “Howie…”

            Lance was so close to orgasm his entire body hummed.  Howie leaned down to kiss him, wet and devouring like Howie could never get enough of him.  Howie’s hand took over Lance’s, jacking him with practiced strokes. Pleasure sparked and pulsed through Lance's body, throbbing with the  beautiful rhythm of Howie’s thrusts, up his spine straight to his brain. Overwhelmed, he came in a rush, finally tumbling over the edge, crying out in ecstasy, letting everything hit him all at once.  Howie’s dick plunged deep, Howie’s hand jacked him dry, Howie’s eyes took him back in time to when they’d been so in love the thought of not being together had been impossibly painful.

            “Oh…  God, yes, Howie.”  The desperate, angry throbbing of his dick was finally satisfied, but the ache was still there.  “God, Howie,” why did it feel this good, why did it feel this right, why, “Fuck me, Howie, harder,” he needed it, the sparks and pulses still echoed, he needed, he needed something, something…  “Howie…”

            “Lance.”  Howie’s hands slid up to his shoulders together, then down to his waist.  “I, unh, can’t do, oh, ah, ah, this much - - Lance - - longer.”  Howie’s lashes fluttered, ecstasy crossing his face.  “I’m…  Oh, god, Lance, I…”

            “Yes, yes,” Lance insisted, his hands sliding down Howie’s back and beyond, moaning as he felt the powerful flexing of the muscles in Howie’s ass.  “Do it, come, now.”  Yes, that was exactly what Lance wanted, what he had to have, he wanted Howie to come, he wanted Howie’s orgasm now as much as he’d wanted his own.

            “Oh, Lance…”  Howie looked tortured, panting heavily.  “Oh, god, you feel…  It’s…”

            “I know,” Lance said.  God, he knew, fucking Howie was like nothing else.  “Come for me, let me feel it.”

            Howie moaned in anguish, his hips bucking, tremors visibly shaking him.  “Oh, god, Lance, yes, ah, ah,” and Howie groaned wildly, climaxing.  The look on Howie’s face, the pure bliss there, the way his body tensed and trembled, was the ego boost of a lifetime.  Lance had made him feel like that, had given him that ecstasy.

            Howie relaxed slowly, catching his breath, staring at Lance for a while like he was still registering what had happened.  Then he blinked back into the moment, giving Lance a shy smile and gently popping his dick out.

            Lance tugged Howie into his arms, against his chest.  Lowering his legs, he combed his fingers through Howie’s hair and rolled over, taking Howie with him.  Resting his face against Howie’s neck, he wondered if what he thought had just happened had actually happened, or if he’d been swept up in the moment and read too much into it.

            “It was never like that before.”  Howie cupped his nape with one hand, fingers of the other hand stroking his spine.  “I’ve done it before, but it never felt like that.”

            “I know.”  Did he ever.

            “You’ve always made it so incredible for me,” Howie said.  “You’re a phenomenal lover.  I wanted to make this good for you, to give you a taste of what I always get from you.”

            “It was amazing,” Lance said.

            Howie’s fingers slid through his hair, stroking his scalp.  “You were amazing.  I thought I knew everything about your body, but now I know there’s so much more I have to learn.”

            Apparently, Lance had a few things to learn about himself, too.  Raising his head, he gazed into Howie’s eyes.  Howie gazed back, dark eyes filled with that potent combination of love and desire.  “There’s never been anyone else like you,” Lance said.

            “There’s no one else like you,” Howie said, running slow, cherishing fingers down his cheek.  The look that Howie was giving him, Lance knew that look, Howie had given him that look dozens of times, hundred of times, it was the “I love you” look, the “you mean the world to me” look, the “this is going to last forever” look.

            That look did things to Lance.  Dangerous things.  He kissed Howie, and Howie responded immediately, lips parting for him.  He shifted on top of Howie for a better kissing angle, and Howie’s hands briefly cupped his ass before moving up his back.  Lance moaned softly, finding it impossible not to react to the stroking of Howie’s tongue, and Howie moaned back, pushing one knee up between his thighs.  Quiet moans became louder moans as Howie’s hips rubbed up against him, fingers sliding into his hair.

            Lance chuckled, breaking their kiss.  “Maybe you want to do it again, but I don’t think that my ass can take it this soon.”

            Howie kissed him, shifting deliciously beneath him.  “I want you to fuck me,” Howie murmured, nibbling softly at his lower lip.

            “Really?”  That could be arranged.  “I thought maybe you were going to become a permanent top.”

            “Tonight was…eye-opening,” Howie admitted, caressing the back of his neck.  “But nothing’s ever going to compare to the way it feels to have you deep inside me, fucking.”  Howie’s gaze turned liquid with desire.

            God, Howie was actually beginning to pant.  “How badly do you want it?” Lance asked, his dick stiffening as lust rose from Howie.

            “Fuck me,” Howie said, kissing him, strong arms wrapping around him to keep him close.  “Fuck me and find out.”

            Justin was standing by the front windows, stroking the glass, imagining what Kevin was doing inside the house, when headlights washed over him as a car swung into Kevin’s driveway.  His first thought, accompanied by a spike of anxiety, was that depending on who the driver was, he had absolutely no way to explain what he was doing or why he was at Kevin’s house.  Then he recognized the car, and AJ stepped out.

            Justin made his way to the front door, meeting AJ there.  “Hi,” he said, pushing his hands into his pockets.

            “Go home,” AJ said.

            Justin licked his lips.  “I can’t.”

            “Why not?”

            “Trevor was here tonight,” Justin said.

            “That’s none of your business,” AJ said.

            “Why are you here?” Justin asked.

            AJ smiled.  “That’s also none of your business.”

            “Did Kevin-”

            “Let me tell you what’s happening here,” AJ said.  “Kevin invited me over.  He wants to see me.  He won’t see me until he opens the door.  He won’t open the door until I ring the doorbell.  I’m not going to ring the doorbell until you leave, because Kevin doesn’t want to see you.”

            Kevin wanted to see AJ, and Justin was preventing it.  “I’ll go,” he said.  But he didn’t want to go.  “Do you know what he and Trevor were doing?”

            “You could ask Chris,” AJ said.

            “Kevin can’t let Trevor near him,” Justin said.  “Kevin can’t let Trevor - - he’s not good enough!  He’s nothing!  He’s nobody!”

            “That’s up to Kevin,” AJ said.  “What are you doing here, anyway?  Where are your keepers?”

            “Everybody’s busy,” Justin said.

            “What about Dan?”

            “He…”  He’d been out, and he hadn’t answered his cell phone, and there were marks on AJ’s neck.  “He was with you?”

            “He was,” AJ said.  “He should be home by now.  Where’s your car?”

            “Down the street,” Justin said.  “What happened with Dan?”

            “I want you to get in your car, drive over to the Townhouse, and stick close to Danny Boy,” AJ said.  “And remind me to curse your so-called friends out for leaving you without supervision.”

            “I’m fine by myself,” Justin said.

            AJ took a look around, then kissed him.  “Go.  We can talk later.”  Justin hesitated.  “Go!” AJ insisted, nudging him away from the front door.  “You’re making me keep Kevin waiting.”

            “Tell him that I love him,” Justin said.

            “He already knows that, and he doesn’t care,” AJ said.  “Now go play with Danny.”

            Reluctantly, Justin went.  Obeying AJ was a sign that he’d obey Kevin.

            He wondered what would happen when Kevin found out what he’d done to Trevor’s car.  Kevin wouldn’t necessarily suspect him, except now AJ knew that he’d been there, which gave him not only motive but also opportunity.

            Kevin would probably be mad at him.

            Maybe, finally mad enough to pay him some attention.

            Erik was asleep.

            Slowly, carefully, JC slid out from under Erik’s arm and crept from the room.  He called Howie, but got no answer.

            He called Nick.  One ring.  Two rings.  He didn’t know why he bothered, he just couldn’t-

            “Hello.”

            JC’s jaw dropped.  Quickly, he scrambled to reply.  “It’s JC.”  Nick couldn’t have realized that, or he wouldn’t have answered.

            Nick chuckled, and JC blushed.  “Hey, baby.  How’re you doing?”

            “I, uh,” he didn’t know what to say.  “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

            “No.  Perfect timing.  I just finished jacking off.”

            JC had to close his eyes.  Nick.  Nick pleasuring himself.  Nick’s hand wrapped around - - had he just moaned out loud?

            “Ask me what I was thinking about,” Nick said.

            JC swallowed drool.  “What were you thinking about?”

            He could hear Nick’s knowing smirk.  “You.”

            JC stepped into the guest room, closing the door.  “Me?”  There was every possibility that Nick was lying, but he didn’t care.  The fantasy of it was enough.

            “Remember that weekend in Hawaii?”

            JC’s knees were so weak he barely made it to the bed.  “Yes.”  How could he forget?  “That was when we…”

            “Set off our very own volcano,” Nick said.  “We should go back sometime.”

            “I’d love to,” JC said.  There was no point in being coy about it.  “That was one of the best times in my life.”

            “You were so hot, I couldn’t believe you were real,” Nick said.  “Sometimes I still can’t.  I was sitting here jacking it, and I started thinking about you, and I remembered the way you were in Hawaii, the way you looked, the way you moved.  Remember that hotel room?  With the pillows and the mirrors?”

            JC sank back against his own pillows.  “I remember,” he said softly.  “We made love for hours, for days.”

            “You always were the best lover I ever had,” Nick said.

            JC had to ask.  “Am I still?”

            “Are you kidding?” Nick asked.  “Nobody moves like you do, JC.  Nobody else can make me that damned hard that damned fast.  I’m getting hard again right now, just talking to you.”

            JC was so happy he wanted to laugh.  Ashley was no competition for him, and Nick knew it.  But that last sentence, the idea of Nick alone and hard, it got to him.  “I can come over.”

            “You know I want you, but we can’t, not now,” Nick said.  “Later.”

            “Any time you want.”  JC couldn’t resist; his fingers circled his dick, stroking gently.

            “You were the best from the beginning,” Nick said.  “God, I can still remember how much I wanted you.  I couldn’t wait to fuck you.  I had to have you.”

            “All I wanted was for you to fuck me,” JC confessed, licking his palm and jacking himself slowly.

            “You just wanted my big dick,” Nick said, sounding like he wanted to laugh.

            “God, I wanted all of you.”  JC closed his eyes, remembering.  “I wanted every inch of you.”

            Nick’s voice became soft, sexual.  “Tell me how much you wanted me.”

            JC moaned, back arching instinctively.  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.  I kept imagining it, wanting it, fantasizing about it.  I kept coming up with new reasons to see you, more reasons to talk to you, and I kept plotting on how to make it happen, what would get you to notice me, how I could seduce you.  I didn’t know what was wrong with me, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

            “All of your friends acted like you were out of my league,” Nick said.  “But I knew I had exactly what you wanted.”

            “You’re everything I could ever want,” JC said, drawing his knees up in unconscious invitation.  “The chemistry between us was out of control.  I knew that when we came together, it would explode.”

            “You wanted me like you’d never known it could be good before,” Nick said.

            “I’d never known it could be that powerful before,” JC said.  “You made me feel things I’d never felt.  I never craved anything that much before.”

            “I got off on giving you what you needed,” Nick said.  “You’re so damned hot when you’re getting what you want.”

            “All I wanted was you,” JC said.

            Nick moaned, soft and pleased.  “I love fucking you.”

            “I love you,” JC said, biting his lip so he wouldn’t pant into the phone as he worked his fist over his erection.

            “What are you wearing?” Nick asked.

            “Nothing,” JC said, not ashamed.  He hadn’t intended to bring it up, but if Nick asked, he’d answer.  He loved Nick, and he wanted Nick, and Nick knew it.

            “Yeah?” Nick asked, interested.  “What are you doing?”

            JC rubbed his thumb just below the head.  “Masturbating.”

            “Yeah?”  He could see Nick’s grin.  “If I were there, would you let me help?”

            “I’d let you do whatever you wanted.”  If Nick were there…  With him…

            “Where do you want me to kiss you first?”

Continue on to part forty-three

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