"Sucker"

Sucker

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 fifty-four

Brian’s hand lingered on the gearshift, thumb rubbing slowly. “Do you mind if we make a stop on the way to brunch?”

Jacob laughed. “Maybe we should just call it lunch. Yeah, that’s okay.”

“I’ll try to make it quick,” Brian said. “I just have to pick up something.”

“Sure,” Jacob said. “I’m not in a hurry.”

“Great,” Brian said, and smiled.

Desperate and sweating, Justin almost wept for joy when he found the bathroom stocked with supplies. The razor slipped in his fumbling, scared grasp. He had to be smooth for Kevin, he couldn’t risk cutting himself, he had to be careful, he had to be fast, he couldn’t keep Kevin waiting.

Staring fixedly into the mirror, concentrating, his insides in knots, Justin didn’t even consider meeting his own eyes.

Horror kicked and rolled through Jacob’s stomach as Brian parked in Lance’s driveway. “What are we doing here?” he asked, his voice coming out a whisper so thick with denial he might as well have shouted, “No, no, no, no, no!”

“This is Lance’s house,” Brian said, slipping off his seatbelt. “Are you okay?”

Lance’s house, right, he wasn’t supposed to know that, he’d never been here before, he’d never been to Lance’s house, he sure as hell hadn’t had sex with Lance in there. “I’m fine,” Jacob said, unable to stop staring at it through the windshield, raising one agitated hand to his hair. Lance. He wanted to keep himself and Lance as far away from each other as possible, wanted to keep Brian and Lance as far away from each other as possible, wanted his world and Lance’s never to intersect again. And now Brian had brought him here, the three of them in the same place at the same time.

“Come on,” Brian said, getting out of the car. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“I’ll wait out here,” Jacob said quickly, ripping his gaze away from the front of the house.

“Come on in with me,” Brian insisted with a smile. “I know that you and Lance don’t get along, but just humor me for a few minutes.”

For Brian. He’d do it for Brian. He’d do it for that smile. He’d do it for Brian’s happiness. He wasn’t a sick, selfish bastard like Lance; he cared about people, about Brian, and he wanted Brian to be happy.

If he went in, he could rush Brian back out. He wouldn’t let Lance talk Brian into lingering.

If he went in, he could watch Brian and Lance’s interactions. He could see for himself how Brian really felt about Lance.

If he went in, he could keep Lance in check. He didn’t trust Lance not to fuck up everything, not to tell Brian about their twisted arrangement.

After making a weak attempt at a smile, Jacob followed Brian to the front door and what felt like his doom.

“I’m sorry.” Justin made himself stop there. He wouldn’t waste Kevin’s time with excuses. Kevin didn’t care about his problems, about the turns his life had taken, about his trouble with AJ.

Kevin was here with him. Right in front of him. So close, finally, so close Justin could gaze at him and maybe even touch him again. Kevin’s eyes were so green, so commanding, Justin ached and trembled inside.

He’d loved Kevin every second that they’d been apart. Kevin was his world. Kevin was bigger than his world. Overshadowed his world.

“You’ve been crying,” Kevin said.

Kevin could tell? Kevin knew everything. He had no secrets from Kevin. “A little. I was upset.”

“You’re not wearing your bracelet.”

Kevin knew about his bracelet? Kevin had paid enough attention to see it before, to remember it, to notice that it was missing? “AJ took it away from me,” Justin said, love and hope crowding each other for space in his chest. He gazed into Kevin’s eyes with love, with adoration, with desperate need. “Not because I did something wrong, I’ve done everything right, I’ve done everything he wanted me to do, it’s just part of the plan, part of the game.”

“You’ve done everything right?” Kevin asked. His voice had no tone to it, was utterly unreadable. That was a bad thing.

Justin swallowed, searching for the right words in blind panic. “I’ve tried to do the right thing. I’ve done my best to follow the plan and keep the game going. I’ve listened to AJ, I’ve done what he asked.”

“You’ve finally begun to learn how to obey?” Kevin asked. “Do you really think that you know how to take direction, Justin?”

His name, Kevin had said his name. “I can learn. I’ll do anything I have to do for you. Anything I can do,” he rapidly corrected himself. “I’ll do anything that you want.”

“You used to be able to please me once in a while,” Kevin said. “Do you think that you can do that again?”

“Yes,” Justin said, breathing too fast. “Yes, I can, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Good,” Kevin said. “We’ll start with something easy.”

Lance welcomed them into the house with a smile. “Hey,” he said to Brian, his tone warm, his embrace warmer. “It’s in my room, why don’t you come and see if everything’s okay?”

Lance’s room. No, no, not Lance’s room. Jacob couldn’t go in there again. Couldn’t let Brian go in. “We can’t really stay,” Jacob said. He would have loved to spit in Lance’s face again. “We’re on our way to lunch.”

“Really? I just ordered lunch,” Lance said to Brian, his voice nice and friendly. “Why don’t you eat here?”

“We have plans,” Jacob said firmly. He was glaring a warning at Lance from behind Brian, but Lance wouldn’t even glance in his direction.

“We wouldn’t want to intrude,” Brian said to Lance.

“It’s no trouble,” Lance said. “I ordered too much anyway. Why don’t we look at the clothes while we’re waiting?”

Jacob watched in horror as the sick, sick fucker walked off with Brian. He followed, determined to get Brian alone, to explain that they had to leave. He wasn’t staying in this sick bastard’s house, and he couldn’t sit through lunch, and he didn’t like the way Lance looked at Brian, and he didn’t like Lance using that sick super-welcoming voice with Brian. Jacob had heard Lance’s real voice, that sick, smug, bitter tone.

Brian didn’t know who the real Lance was. Jacob couldn’t explain it to him, yet. All Jacob could do now was run interference and get Brian the hell out of Lance’s house.

“It’s very simple,” Kevin whispered. Justin shuddered, eyes closing as he leaned back against Kevin’s broad, firm chest. Standing directly behind him, Kevin smoothed experienced, knowing hands over Justin’s stomach, down between his thighs, cupping his arousal and bringing him back against Kevin’s groin. Moaning, Justin reached back, whispering Kevin’s name.

“You can touch me later,” Kevin said. Immediately, Justin put his hands in front of him, heart beating quickly at the promise of later. “All I’m asking,” Kevin said, his voice low and soft as velvet, “is one, simple, little thing.”

“Yes,” Justin promised, mesmerized by the sound of Kevin’s voice, rock-hard and restless from Kevin’s roaming touch. Kevin cupped and squeezed with one thorough, surprisingly gentle hand. Kevin’s other hand stroked Justin through his mesh shirt, teasing his nipples. His body was on fire, each inch aching for Kevin’s attention. Kevin was back, Kevin was touching him again, what he’d been dying for was finally here, and his skin was alive with joy, his hands eager to explore, his dick erect from the thrill.

“I’m sure that even you can manage to do it,” Kevin said, dragging his fingernails over Justin’s skin through mesh. “Even a wanton, stupid slut should be able to exercise some control over his body once in a while.”

Justin’s cheeks burned with shame, but his hips bucked without his permission, trapped between the promise of Kevin’s groping, fondling hand and the need to grind his ass back against Kevin’s growing hardness, offering himself.

“I’m only asking you for one, small thing,” Kevin said, and Justin moaned, shuddering, at the slow, long stroke of Kevin’s tongue up the side of his neck. Dropping his head to Kevin’s shoulder, Justin whimpered, rubbing back onto Kevin’s hardening arousal, growing tense at the rise of impending orgasm. He was going to come in Kevin’s hand, Kevin was touching him, Kevin was going to fuck him.

“If you do this one thing, maybe I’ll give you another chance,” Kevin whispered, one hand manipulating Justin’s erection, one hand sliding up Justin’s chest, up Justin’s neck, cupping Justin’s chin, turning his face until their cheeks touched. Justin moaned at having Kevin this close, at the face-to-face contact, his hands desperate fists at his sides, his erection throbbing and painful inside his tight jeans. If he could just come, he was about to come, Kevin was touching him, Kevin was hard against him, Kevin wanted him, Kevin was getting him off, he’d make Kevin happy, he’d do whatever Kevin wanted, he could do this one thing and then Kevin would see how obedient he was.

“One simple thing,” Kevin whispered, right in his ear. Justin moaned, needing him, loving him, overwhelmed by his all-consuming presence.

“Mind over matter,” Kevin whispered. “Can you do that one simple thing, Justin?”

“Yes,” Justin breathed, because he didn’t have a choice. Mind over matter. “Yes, Kevin, I promise.”

“Good,” Kevin said, and kissed his neck, making him burn and whimper, unzipping his pants. “Don’t come.”

Erik had to get out of the house.

He’d agreed to go back and help Howie.

If he were smart, he’d leave Howie alone.

Smart? Or scared? If he avoided Howie and JC, would that be the right thing to do, or would he be letting AJ turn him into a coward?

He liked Howie. Howie liked him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Howie had come over last night. If he tried to keep his distance, Howie might come around again. And then what? What was he supposed to say to Howie? How could he explain himself? “Sorry, I let some crazy son-of-a-bitch scare me into hiding from you?”

If he stayed away, there would be no more Howie, no more JC. No more sweet smiles. No more distracting touches. No more soft kisses. The sensuality simmering in those dark eyes… The way Howie had guided him into pleasuring JC… The erotic way JC moved under him… The way Howie breathed soft sighs of ecstasy against his skin…

And he was going to let some abusive bastard scare him away from that?

Erik went to get his keys.

Brian took clothes from the box on Lance’s bed, exclaiming over each item. The bed was neatly made, like something out of a magazine, instead of the rumpled wasteland Jacob had left it.

“You’re giving Brian clothes?” Jacob asked Lance, skeptical and disgusted.

Brian laughed, sparkling happy laughter. “No, they’re not for me. Lance said that he had a bunch of clothes that he wanted to get rid of, to make space for all of the new stuff he bought, and we’re involved in so many different charities, I know about ten places that could use this. So Lance boxed everything up for me.”

“I’m sure that there are a lot of people in need of red leather pants,” Jacob said.

“You look like you could use a new wardrobe,” Lance said, giving Jacob a perfect echo of the disgusted look that Jacob had just shot him.

“You’re getting rid of so much good stuff,” Brian said, still rifling through the box, oblivious of the venomous, I-hate-you glares being exchanged behind his back.

“Yes, but it all just screams two weeks ago, and Lance can’t risk being caught out on the streets in that,” Jacob said.

“I wouldn’t know, everyone’s always better-dressed than I am,” Brian said. “What’d you get to replace this?” he asked Lance, turning around a second after Lance’s latest “fuck you” stare.

“Oh, hold on,” Lance said, starting for the closet. “While I was out, I got you something.”

“Me?” Brian asked, surprised, pleased. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I think that Brian can afford his own clothes,” Jacob said.

“Here,” Lance said, coming out of the closet with a cloth bag. “They should fit, unless your feet have grown.”

“What’s that? You bought me shoes?” Brian asked, giving Lance a curious, touched smile.

“They had your name all over them,” Lance said.

“Literally?” Jacob asked.

“Yes,” Lance said, as Brian withdrew a shoebox from the bag. Opening the box, which had soft cloths inside instead of tissue paper, Brian uncovered a pair of shoes. Fancy-ass shoes that looked expensive as hell and had “Brian” stitched across them in a winding pattern.

“I can’t believe you bought me Lenocchi shoes,” Brian said, lifting one from the box like it was a rare artifact. He laughed, giving Lance a happy smile. “You bought me Lenocchi shoes!”

“I ordered some for myself, and I thought you might like a pair, too,” Lance said.

“Thank you,” Brian said, and hugged Lance. Jacob felt nauseous to the point of dizziness. Lance hugged Brian back with a too-intimate murmur of, “I hoped you’d like them,” that made Jacob’s vision swim.

“Of course I love them,” Brian said, pulling back and showing the shoe to Jacob. “Look at how snazzy my feet are going to be.”

“Great,” Jacob said, trying not to vomit.

The doorbell rang. “That’s probably lunch,” Lance said. “I’m so glad you like them,” he told Brian, and left.

“These are so cool,” Brian said, admiring his fancy new shoes. “AJ’s going to be so jealous.”

“Brian…” Jacob didn’t know what to say. “I really don’t want to stay here.”

Brian set aside the shoes, giving Jacob all of his attention, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “I know that you don’t like Lance very much,” he admitted, rubbing Jacob’s forearm. “I wish that the two of you got along better. Could you just give him a chance, today? Just for lunch. Right after lunch, we’ll go.”

“We’re never going to like each other,” Jacob said. “I can guarantee it.”

Brian sighed, his fingers stroking over the dreads pulled into Jacob’s ponytail. “It’s not realistic to think that all of my friends are going to be friends with each other. You’re just so important to me and so special, I want to show you off to everybody. I can’t wait for you to spend more time around the fellas so they can see for themselves why I love you so much. I’ve kept you all to myself, and now everyone’s asking me what’s the big deal with Jacob.” He smiled, lowering his hand. “I guess I just want to parade you around in front of everyone, and that includes Lance. You don’t like him, and he doesn’t understand why we’re so close. I thought that if you spent a little time together, he’d see.”

Brian loved him, and wanted to drag him around to everyone, showing him off. This was his chance to rub his friendship with Brian in Lance’s face. Jacob didn’t have to buy Brian ridiculous, expensive shoes to get Brian’s attention. Jacob had Brian’s love without paying for it. Brian couldn’t be bought. Brian didn’t care about shoes, Brian cared about him.

“Okay,” Jacob said, and smiled. “We can stay for lunch.”

Backed against the banister, Justin ran his fingers over Kevin’s thick hair, moaning Kevin’s name and painfully aroused by the reality of Kevin’s presence. He was still dressed, but his erection sprang proudly from his open zipper, swollen and straining. He couldn’t come, he wasn’t allowed to come yet, but he wanted to, his body needed the release of it.

Kevin, Kevin, “Kevin.” Moaning at the moist heat of Kevin’s kisses on his skin through his mesh shirt, Justin shuddered with ecstasy. Kevin. This was Kevin’s mouth on him, Kevin’s hands strong and controlling on his body, Kevin’s broad and muscular shoulders under his hands. It was Kevin again, the real thing, the first man Justin had ever been trained to respond to.

Kevin’s hands were the first hands that had taught him what erotic pleasure a man could bring to him. Kevin was the first man he’d ever kissed. Kevin’s tongue was the first tongue that had ever gone…there, to that tight little pucker that even now spasmed at Kevin’s nearness. He’d learned so much from Kevin’s hard, masculine body. Sliding his hand down the firm planes of Kevin’s chest, Justin ran his fingers over Kevin’s fly, cupping the hardness there, groaning as need throbbed deep inside at the evidence of Kevin’s arousal.

Kevin licked Justin’s nipple, kissing upward and chuckling into his ear. “Do you want that, Justin?”

“Yes, yes…” Justin moaned helplessly. AJ had fucked him but that wasn’t the same, that wasn’t remotely similar, that was AJ. This was Kevin. “Please, Kevin…” With one hand stroking Kevin’s hair and one hand tracing the dimensions of Kevin’s hardness, Justin groaned into Kevin’s kiss, licking greedily. “Fuck me, Kevin, please.”

“Justin,” Kevin murmured, and Justin shivered at the sound of his name. He couldn’t stop kissing Kevin, and Kevin was letting him, Kevin was being so good to him, he had to obey and not come but his body couldn’t hold it in much longer. “I thought that you didn’t like getting fucked.”

“I love it,” Justin panted, dizzy from Kevin’s kisses, consumed by Kevin’s presence, mindless with need. “I want it, please, I love it from you.”

“You want my dick, Justin?” Kevin asked, idly running his knuckles up and down the throbbing shaft of Justin’s erection.

Knees buckling, Justin barely maintained the ability to stand. “Yes,” oh, god, “please,” Kevin… He had to come, he had to come, he couldn’t come, he couldn’t come. “Kevin, please…”

“Please what?” Kevin asked, toying with the head, making Justin’s eyes roll back in his head as he struggled for self-control.

“Please…” He had to make Kevin happy, he wanted to provide Kevin with pleasure. But he couldn’t come, and he had to find a way to let his body cool off. “Kevin, please, I want to suck it.”

Kevin made a mildly interested noise into their next kiss. “Do you think that I should let you get away with that?”

Caught, but not surprised that Kevin saw through him, Justin gazed into Kevin’s commanding, green eyes. “Please,” he whispered. “I want to do this for you.” Kevin’s dick was hard in his hand, as powerful as Kevin’s gaze, Kevin’s voice, Kevin’s will.

“You used to be able to give decent head,” Kevin conceded, slowly caressing Justin’s erection. Suffering, Justin couldn’t move away but also couldn’t come, and the agony of fighting his own body made his vision waver. “The blowjob I got this morning was exceptional, but Chris doesn’t love me like you do, does he? I should be able to expect you to do better.”

Sudden, fierce, emotional pain left Justin breathless with shock, but he had to reply. “I’ll do better,” he said, and his voice went from shattered to resolute as he realized that he had to do better. “I’ll do better.”

“Good,” Kevin said, and released Justin’s erection with one last, slow pull. “Prove it.”

JC couldn’t get it out of his head. Nick, idly rubbing his fingers back and forth over Joey’s knee, casually describing the way he’d made Ashley beg for it. The idea of that vapid bitch spread naked under Nick’s body, writhing and pleading and - - JC rubbed at his eyes, trying not to scream.

He wanted to yell, lash out, tear apart the room, but that would only damage his house and his psyche. Self-destruction wasn’t the answer. Howie was right; he had to focus his rage outward. On Ashley, and on Erik, by proxy.

When he thought of Ashley, and hatred and scorn and fury welled up inside, he turned those emotions onto Erik. When he whispered, “That little bitch,” he pictured Erik in his mind. When he thought of Nick whispering “Angel” and kissing that bitch, he thought of Howie whispering “Erik-Michael” and kissing Erik, and how gutted Lance would be at the sight of it.

He remembered the first times he’d had to deal with Erik, sexually. That clumsy groping. That too-eager kissing. There had been no finesse, no suave ease, just hormones.

The older JC got, the more discriminating he’d become about his lovers. At one point, Lance had suggested that he check references. Then he’d been with Nick and, well… After having had the best there was, could JC really be expected to suffer through Erik’s hormonal surges?

Erik was even straight. JC didn’t do straight guys. Erik was so inexperienced, it was alarming to be in bed with him. Who didn’t know what a prostate was?

And how in hell had JC stuck himself with the least attractive member of O-Town? What had he been thinking?

Lance murmured something to Brian, running his fingers through Brian’s hair. What the hell was he doing, scratching Brian’s scalp? Brian laughed softly, murmuring something back, and Lance snickered.

“Are we going to eat or not?” Jacob asked.

“I hope so,” Brian said, stepping away from Lance and carrying plates to the table. “I’m starving.” There were three places set; Brian sat at Jacob’s right hand, leaving Lance to sit across from Jacob.

Face to face, they eyed each other.

Fury built in Jacob, rising; he felt it begin to twist his expression.

How could Brian look at that sick bastard and feel anything but disgust? How could anyone not be revolted? Lance was sick, Lance was warped and manipulative, and all of that ugliness seeped through the surface, visible right there on his face.

Lance nudged a plate towards Jacob without breaking their gaze. “Chicken?” he offered, his tone mild, eyebrows raised. “Jake?”

Fuck Lance, fuck Lance, fuck Lance, Jacob wanted to grab Brian and run the hell out of there. “No, thanks,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. Fucker.

“Everything looks great,” Brian said, taking the chicken that Lance had offered to Jacob, trying to break the tension. “Where is this from, Junior’s?”

“Yes,” Lance said. “Have some salad,” he urged Jacob, as Brian got up.

Why, was it poisoned? “No, thanks,” Jacob said. “I’m not hungry.”

“You should eat something,” Lance said, as Brian walked back to the table with napkins. “You’re never going to get a girlfriend with a body that skinny.”

“Jacob looks great,” Brian said, setting down the napkins and bypassing his own chair to come around behind Jacob. “Look at his cute little abs, aren’t they sexy?” he asked, tugging up Jacob’s shirt.

“Brian,” Jacob protested, flattered but trying to push Brian’s hands away. Normally he’d be embarrassed, but this was Brian showing him off to Lance, and that made him smug.

“No, I want to show Lance, let him see,” Brian said, laughing right by Jacob’s ear and lifting his shirt with one hand, other hand running over his stomach. “I should look like this,” Brian told Lance. “I think I’m getting old.”

“I think you look terrific,” Lance said.

Brian chuckled, resting his chin on Jacob’s shoulder, lazy fingers caressing Jacob’s skin. “Thank you.” The slow stroking was extremely arousing, and Jacob tried to breathe normally. “Lance is always so nice to me,” Brian said.

“I’m sure he is,” Jacob said. The manipulative bastard. He relaxed slightly in his chair, letting the sick fucker watch Brian caress his taut abs.

“Brian,” Lance said, with a knowing smile.

“What?” Brian asked.

A slight quirk of lips. “Your food’s getting cold.”

“Oh,” Brian said, hand slipping away from Jacob’s body. “Sorry,” he said, smoothing Jacob’s shirt down again and going back to his own seat. “What is this, paprika?” he asked, reaching for another dish.

“I think so,” Lance said, and met Jacob’s eyes across the table.

If looks could kill…

Justin knew what Kevin liked. He knew what made Kevin hard and what made Kevin hot and what made Kevin come. He hadn’t simply learned how to give head; he’d learned how to give Kevin head. His mouth knew how to shape itself to accommodate Kevin’s thrust and bulk; his tongue knew every nuance of Kevin’s desires.

No one knew Kevin as well as he did.

No one could ever love Kevin as much as he did.

Justin’s primary goal in life was to please Kevin and make Kevin happy.

Exceptional? He could outdo exceptional. Justin knew how to be perfect.

He’d make Kevin come like never before, and he wouldn’t come at all, and he’d prove himself. He could be better for Kevin than anyone else could. And he could obey. Chris couldn’t obey Kevin; Chris wasn’t even on the same planet with Kevin. Chris was obsessed with Brian. Justin lived for Kevin.

He wanted to explain that to Kevin, wanted to lay it all out, but Kevin didn’t want words. Justin was on his knees to worship Kevin’s dick the way it deserved, the way no one else could.

He kept his lips soft and welcoming, sucked until his cheeks hollowed to give Kevin a good visual. Kevin liked tongue play, so he ran his tongue around the head, licked up and down the shaft, let Kevin feel it, let Kevin see it. He could give head with both hands tied behind his back, but he brought his hand in this time, to provide more stimulation, his fingers squeezing in perfect rhythm with his mouth, keeping Kevin rock-hard and on edge. Sometimes Kevin liked it clean and neat; sometimes Kevin liked it wet and messy; sometimes Kevin liked him silent; sometimes Kevin liked noise. He tried it a few different ways, testing, and settled on slurping wetly and whimpering desperately.

“Touch yourself,” Kevin said, his voice soft and rough, his hand sliding over Justin’s hair.

Wishing that he had curls for Kevin to hold onto, missing that old familiar grip, Justin ran his hand over his chest, swallowing saliva laced with pre-cum.

“Don’t test me,” Kevin warned, and Justin heard the danger, and submitted. While he jacked Kevin’s erection with one hand, he jacked his own with the other, pumping in rhythm. He was already so close to orgasm, his body bucked at the first squeeze, and his whimpers betrayed his anguish as he fought his own drive for release.

He was so consumed by Kevin, he couldn’t think of anything else, but he had to redirect his thoughts to get his body under control. With Kevin’s strong fingers in his hair and Kevin’s perfect dick down his throat and Kevin’s masculine scent and Kevin’s deep voice and Kevin’s intoxicating taste taking over all of his senses, Justin couldn’t possibly focus on anything that wasn’t Kevin. Kevin was hard, hard and fucking his mouth, he was finally sucking Kevin’s dick again after being terrified that he’d never have this chance again. How could he possibly think of anything-

Trevor

Instantly, Justin’s urgent physical needs were secondary to his overwhelming drive to prove himself. He could satisfy Kevin better than anyone else, better than everyone, better than Chris, better than that motherfucker. With a delicate lick and a quick swallow, Justin braced himself, obediently caressing his own dick and cherishing Kevin’s exposed flesh with his other hand. Kevin’s clothes were still on, and Justin explored covered areas by touch, sucking steadily and licking flirtatiously and making wet, hungry sounds until Kevin groaned and began to thrust in earnest.

Kevin had groaned. He was doing well. A quick thrill raced through Justin’s body.

Kevin’s hand cupped the back of his head. Maybe for an easier grip, but it also protected Justin from the railed staircase right behind him as intensity built. Moaning as Kevin groaned again, Justin didn’t relax and let Kevin use his mouth; he participated, sucking as Kevin rocked in and out, licking and letting Kevin know how much he wanted it.

He did want it. Kevin’s dick was an instrument of ecstasy and a tool of pain. Justin had found immense pleasure and great suffering there. He’d also learned that sometimes Kevin was more lenient with him if he made Kevin happy, and one obvious way to please Kevin was to provide orgasm.

He wanted Kevin’s dick because he wanted Kevin. He needed Kevin. He craved Kevin back in his life and back in his body. He wasn’t complete without Kevin, wasn’t real. He wanted to be whole again, and Kevin held all of those lost pieces.

He wanted Kevin to be inside him, fucking him, until the rest of the world fell away and only the two of them existed. He wanted Kevin to make love to him, slowly, deeply, tenderly. He even wanted Kevin to use and abuse him. As long as it was Kevin, as long as he was a part of Kevin’s life again, nothing else mattered.

Suddenly, Kevin’s dick left his sucking, drooling, whimpering mouth and didn’t return. Bereft, horrified, Justin reached for it, but Kevin pushed his face back and grabbed the front of his shirt, dragging him to his feet. Justin rose immediately, cheap mesh ripping in Kevin’s grip.

“I can finish it,” Justin promised, desperate. Had he failed? He couldn’t fail, he couldn’t-

“I want to come in your ass,” Kevin said, wiping Justin’s lips with careless fingers. “Bend over.”

When Erik entered Howie’s house, he wasn’t greeted with the customary kiss. He felt slighted, but considering how rude he’d been that morning, he knew that he deserved to.

“Thanks for coming over,” Howie said.

Erik put his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t ready to lose Howie or JC, and that meant that even if AJ had totally and completely fucked him up, he had to act like everything was okay. Thanks to AJ, he was less sure than ever of his role here, but all that he really had to do was take on whatever role Howie offered him. It wasn’t like Howie would let him in too close if Howie didn’t want him there. Like Howie wouldn’t know how to turn people down? Howie knew how to set boundaries. It wasn’t like Howie let anyone who tried move in on him and JC. And it wasn’t like Erik had started off with some evil plan to sleep with Howie. Things had just happened that way. They’d all been surprised by it. But they were all comfortable with it, and their friendship wasn’t anyone else’s business.

“I’m sorry,” Erik said. “About this morning. I was kind of tense about some things.”

“I don’t want to push you into talking about anything you’re not ready to share with me,” Howie said. “But I don’t like seeing you this upset.”

“I’ll be okay,” Erik said. “AJ messed with my head, but I’ll get over it.”

Howie’s expression was rueful, but understanding, as he put his hand on Erik’s chest. “I haven’t been with anyone but JC in a while. I’m not used to having someone I’m close to withdraw from me when he’s upset.” Howie’s hand rubbed down slowly, gently, to Erik’s stomach, stopping at the waistband of Erik’s underwear as he gazed into Erik’s eyes. “JC got upset, and needed space, and I’ve barely seen him since then. I’m not going to be very good at giving you space right now. But I can try not to push.”

Erik’s body told him to get Howie’s hand lower, where it would do more good. Trying to ignore that impulse, Erik said, “JC’s going to come back. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Howie’s hand hadn’t moved any farther south, but it also hadn’t moved northward. The warm press was more distracting with each passing second. “You didn’t seem excited about coming back, this morning,” Howie said. “If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. I won’t get upset about it. JC and I have been monopolizing your time, and it’s not fair for me to expect-”

“No, it’s okay,” Erik said. “I want to be here. We have work to do, to get JC back.” He was so turned on by every move that Howie ever made, actually having Howie’s hand right there, close but not close enough, was a tremendous tease. He hoped that Howie wouldn’t notice-

Vague puzzlement flitted across Howie’s expression, followed by a slow smile.

Shit. Erik licked his lips. “Maybe we should get started.”

“Maybe we should,” Howie murmured, stepping even closer, fingers curling in and gathering up cotton, lifting Erik’s shirt.

“I didn’t…” Erik swallowed, the warmth radiating from Howie’s body making him dizzy. “I meant…”

“You owe me a kiss good-bye,” Howie said. “I owe you a kiss hello.” His smile invited fun, his eyes invited sex, and the fingers creeping down over the front of Erik’s underwear invited Erik’s dick to come out and play.

He had to wear less baggy jeans next time. “Where do you,” oh, god, “want me to,” yes, yes, whoa, ah, “kiss you?”

A soft chuckle, and the sweet press of Howie’s lips made Erik’s breath catch. “Where do you want to kiss me?” Howie whispered, fingers flirting with the head of Erik’s hardening dick.

Unable to think clearly while Howie was doing that, Erik caught Howie’s mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, his hands running with restless greed over the muscular contours of Howie’s body. He knew where he wanted to kiss Howie, he wanted to kiss Howie’s stomach, that perfect spot right where Howie’s erection touched, right where the pearls of pre-cum clung when Howie was rock-hard and ready and getting that predatory look. Groaning, Erik unzipped Howie’s jeans, reaching inside, squeezing gently as Howie kissed him harder and moved into his hand. He wanted to kiss that spot, wanted to swirl his tongue over Howie’s navel, wanted to suck rhythmically and run his hands over Howie’s well-muscled thighs as Howie rocked subtly into his mouth.

“Erik-Michael,” Howie whispered, sucking on his tongue, one arm curving around his neck as his dick strained against his underwear to get closer to Howie’s touch.

The desire in Howie’s voice made Erik’s body hot with need. Howie wanted him, and he wanted Howie more with each kiss, and when Howie leaned back against the wall, Erik slid down to his knees.

“No, that wasn’t the best part,” Brian said, laughing, passing the salad to Jacob.

“Oh, the best part?” Lance asked, taking a roll. “The best part was watching Justin spend all of the next week wincing and flinching and begging us not to touch him.”

AJ whisked Justin away to a private beach for an intimate weekend. When they finally got out of bed and went down to the water, Justin spread suntan lotion over AJ. When AJ attempted to return the favor, they got carried away, and made love, and lay there in the sun for hours.

Justin had been burned a bright, painful red and AJ had spent the rest of the weekend tending to him.

Jacob wondered if Dan had heard this story. Probably not.

Personally, Jacob didn’t care what AJ and Justin did. If they wanted to hook back up, that was fine with him. The psychotic fuckers deserved each other.

“It was a pretty even burn, all over,” Lance said. “It missed his dick, though. I wonder how that happened.”

Brian laughed. “I’m just glad that they’re back together. When Jacob told me this morning, I called AJ, and he sounds…” Brian searched for words. “He sounds so different from the way he’s been lately. He sounds so settled and so happy. Justin really completes him.”

“I know what you mean,” Lance said. “When Justin called me - - he’s been so confused lately, you’ve seen him, he’s been on the verge of snapping. I didn’t hear any of that in him this morning.” He glanced at Jacob. “How did you hear about it before Brian did?”

“Dan told me,” Jacob said shortly. He had no interest in talking to Lance.

“Did AJ tell you how Dan showed up at his house, trying to drag Justin out?” Lance asked Brian.

“Did Justin tell you how AJ tried to kill Erik yesterday?” Jacob asked Lance.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Brian told Jacob.

“I don’t know a lot about it, because I wasn’t there, and from the way I heard it, neither were you,” Lance said to Jacob. “AJ probably had no business attacking Erik. Erik’s had no business splitting up JC and Howie.”

“If JC and Howie were as solid as everyone says, Erik wouldn’t be able to break them up,” Jacob said. “What’s he done that’s so bad? Spent time with them? If they can’t make friends and stay a couple, something’s wrong with them.”

“Howie and JC are great together,” Brian said. “I thought that Kevin and Chris made a good couple, but when Howie and JC got together…” He smiled at Lance. “Don’t they just make you want to fall in love?”

Something like a warm, painful memory flashed across Lance’s face. “I’d love to find someone like that.”

“Kevin and Chris made a good couple?” Jacob asked, before Brian and Lance could talk about finding that special someone any more.

“I know that it sounds strange,” Brian said, “but Chris is… Well, you know.”

“Out of his mind,” Jacob said.

Brian laughed. “Something like that. Kevin needs someone who will shake him up a little, and he has fun with Chris. They used to be such a unique pair.”

“The sex was great,” Lance said.

Brian choked on his chicken.

Lance laughed. “I’m just going from what Chris told me. And what I overheard.”

“You listen to your friends have sex?” Jacob asked. That was sick.

“Sometimes they get loud,” Lance said. “It was hard to miss.”

“AJ and Justin have really loud sex,” Brian said. “Nick and Joey aren’t quiet, either.”

Jacob took a sip of water to keep from mentioning Joey and Ashley.

Jeans around his ankles, Justin knelt on the sofa, his hands braced on the sofa back, leaning forward, head down. Fucking him roughly, one hand holding onto a fistful of mesh to keep Justin in place, Kevin squeezed his ass, testing. Justin was smart enough to be aware that his body was a commodity, and kept himself in shape. Kevin appreciated that; it was easier to fuck someone with a moderately attractive body.

In lazy strokes at odds with the pounding of his dick, Kevin caressed Justin’s back. Justin already had been twisting and crying out; at this new touch, he shuddered, begging, gripping the couch cushions.

Kevin didn’t bother to remind Justin not to come. He’d already said it once. Justin knew better. Kevin increased his pace.

When Justin’s wailing hit fever pitch and Justin’s desperate shuddering became sustained shivering, Kevin knew he’d reached his limit. Experience had taught Kevin exactly how far Justin could be pushed. Justin hadn’t held out as long as he’d used to be able to, but Kevin also hadn’t fucked him in a while, so he was out of practice. Kevin took that into consideration. This time.

Closing his eyes, taking in the feel of Justin’s ass clutching at him, taking in the sweet sound of Justin’s desperate obedience, Kevin allowed himself to come, groaning softly as pleasure rippled through his body.

Kevin exhaled. Decent. Justin could do better. Kevin would grant him another opportunity.

Withdrawing, he kissed Justin’s shoulder, stroking Justin’s ass. Justin gasped and whimpered, unable to calm down.

Not bad for round one.

Returning naked to the bed, Howie sat in the center of the mattress with a notepad, uncapping a pen. “Flowers.”

“Jewelry,” Erik said, sitting up. He moved in behind Howie, his thighs hugging Howie’s, reading over Howie’s shoulder.

“Jewelry,” Howie agreed, adding that to the list. “What kind of jewelry?”

“I don’t know, he wears some really cheap-looking stuff for someone with money,” Erik said. Howie’s skin was so smooth… He ran his hands over Howie’s shoulders, down Howie’s back. Damn, Howie felt great.

Leaning back into him a little, almost unconsciously, Howie jotted down “necklace” and “watch.”

“What’s that red stone?” Erik asked, sliding his hands around to Howie’s chest.

“Which one do you mean?” Howie asked, adding “bracelet” and “ring” to the list.

“The one in his… The piercing,” Erik said.

Howie made an affirmative noise. “Garnet,” he said, writing that down. The words he added next, Erik didn’t recognize.

Rubbing slowly over Howie’s thighs, Erik asked, “What are peridot and sardonyx?”

“They’re JC’s birthstone,” Howie said.

Oh. “What’s your birthstone?”

Howie chuckled. “Peridot and sardonyx.”

“Really?” He probably should have known that their birthdays were in the same month. He tried to remember what the hell month that was.

“August,” Howie said, sounding amused.

“I knew that,” Erik said. Howie just laughed. Grinning, Erik rested his chin on Howie’s shoulder, gently stroking Howie’s sides. “What else are you getting the man who has everything?”

“More of it,” Howie said. “What does JC like?”

“Sex,” Erik said. “Clothes?”

“JC loves clothes,” Howie said in a pleased voice, writing that down. “What do you give your girlfriends?”

“Uh… Jewelry…” He tried to think. “Sex…” Laughing at him, Howie shook a little in his arms; he held on tighter. “On TV, guys always show up with flowers. Chocolate. Wine and champagne and jewelry. They always act like girls want little stuffed bears with hearts on them, but I don’t think that JC would like that.”

“Maybe we should try it, anyway,” Howie said.

Erik snorted. “You can’t give JC stuffed animals.”

“Why not?” Howie asked, writing down most of what Erik had mentioned.

“Because that’s stupid,” Erik said. “He’s not going to want them. Hasn’t he spent years with girls throwing teddy bears at him onstage, anyway?”

“It’ll show him that I’m not afraid to look silly just to charm him,” Howie said.

“If you say so,” Erik said. “What are you going to do, give him something every day? Throw it all at him at once?”

“I don’t want to drag this all out over weeks,” Howie said. “But doing it all in one day wouldn’t be doing it right.”

“Okay.” Erik relaxed backward until his head hit the pillow, taking Howie with him. “If it happens over a few days, how do we decide what gets to him on which days?”

“We could do a theme of the day,” Howie said. “What do you think?”

“You mean, like, clothes one day, wine and champagne one day?” Erik asked.

“Yes, perfect,” Howie said. “That would give some order to all of this.”

Erik drew his fingers through Howie’s hair. “You’re kind of heavy.”

“You’re kind of comfortable,” Howie said. “How many days, do you think?”

Erik thought about it, caressing Howie’s hair some more, tugging soft strands between his fingers. The sooner Howie and JC got back together, the sooner everyone would get off of his back. “What do you think of a four-day blitz? Is that too fast?”

“No, four days would be perfect,” Howie said.

Erik said. “Are you sending deliverymen, or doing it in person?”

“I’m sending you,” Howie said.

“Me?” Erik asked. “Don’t you want to do this yourself?”

“I want to woo him, not pressure him,” Howie said. “Deliverymen would be too impersonal, but you can be my ambassador.”

“Erik-Michael Estrada, ambassador of love,” Erik said.

Howie laughed. “Is that what you’re going to say when he opens the door?”

Hey, good point. “What am I going to say to him?” Erik asked.

“That’s up to you,” Howie said.

“I can’t just show up with a handful of flowers and say, ‘Hey, Howie loves you.’”

“You could have a speech,” Howie said.

“Or a message,” Erik said. “Not from me, from you.”

“A message from me?” Howie asked.

“Yeah.” Erik’s fingers trailed across Howie’s collarbone. “You should send me over with love letters.”

“Love letters,” Howie murmured.

Erik grinned at the pleased seduction in Howie’s voice. Caressing Howie’s neck, he asked, “You like that idea?”

“Erik-Michael,” Howie said, “that’s a brilliant idea.” Turning his head, he kissed Erik’s cheek. “It’s perfect.”

Maybe he could do this romance thing, after all. “What do we have so far?” Erik asked.

“One day of flowers, one day of clothes, one day of bears, and one day of…wine and champagne,” Howie said, consulting his list.

“Bears,” Erik muttered, rolling his eyes.

“A love letter and a piece of jewelry with each delivery,” Howie said.

Nice. “If you did flowers the first day, you could keep giving flowers the next three days, too,” Erik said.

“That’s a great idea,” Howie said.

“What’s going to happen on the fourth day?” Erik asked. “We need a big finish.”

“Something to bring me and JC face-to-face,” Howie said.

“A fancy romantic dinner fits in,” Erik said. “Something with candles and expensive food.”

“There could be an invitation to dinner with whatever you take to him that day,” Howie said. “I could send a limo for him. A private dinner.”

“JC’s going to love this,” Erik said.

“I’m already nervous,” Howie said. “If this doesn’t go right…”

“Nervous?” Erik asked. He hadn’t thought that Howie could get nervous. “He’ll love it. It’ll be great. It shows that you care about him, that you want to give him things and do things for him without asking for things in return. He wants to know that he’s important to you. And it’s all for him, it’s not something you do for every guy you’re with.”

“I don’t want you to put pressure on him,” Howie said. “Give him time, don’t push him. Don’t even ask. I want him to feel loved, not pressured. When he comes back to me, it has to be his decision.”

“What if he comes back on the first day?” Erik asked.

“Then we’ll keep going with the rest of the days, anyway,” Howie said. “JC deserves it. He should be indulged and spoiled. He should be treated like he’s as beautiful and unique as he is.”

JC did deserve to be loved like this. If he were with someone who took him for granted or didn’t treat him like the amazing person he was… Erik drew careful fingers along Howie’s jaw. “I can’t wait for you to get back together.”

“Then let’s get started,” Howie said, squeezing Erik’s thigh. “Are you ready to go shopping?”

Continue on to part fifty-six

matthew@matthewtime.com
"Sucker"
Boyslash
Home