Sucker
Copyright
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 eighty-five
Justin’s eyes fixed on the phone with hope. His hands rose for it, but he didn’t reach for it just yet.
AJ approved. “Who do you want me to dial?”
“What if they don’t answer?” Justin asked suddenly, gaze flying up to AJ’s face. “I can try again, right?”
Considering, AJ nodded. “Yes.”
Taking a deep breath, Justin said, “Chris.”
AJ dialed and handed over the phone.
Holding the phone to his ear, Justin listened to the rings. Waited.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Justin.”
“Okay, bye.”
Frowning, Justin asked, “Hello? Chris?”
“Problem?” AJ asked.
“He hung up on me,” Justin said, confused and hurt. He counted on Chris; Chris understood him. “He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Or maybe Chris was busy. With Trevor or, or with Kevin. “Let me call somebody else.”
“I said one call,” AJ reminded him, taking the phone back.
“I didn’t get to talk to him!” Justin objected. “Please, please, just one more. Please.”
AJ studied him, thinking about it.
“Please,” Justin said, desperate now. “Just let me call Joey. I’ll keep it short. I want to talk to one of my friends, I want to talk to someone who won’t call me names and touch me in weird places, I want to talk to someone who likes me, I want to talk to someone about JC.”
“All right,” AJ said, relenting. He grinned as he dialed. “Tell him I said hi.”
Relieved, Justin took the phone quickly, listening through the rings, crossing his fingers. If Joey didn’t answer, AJ wouldn’t let him try again.
“You got Joey.”
“Hi, it’s Justin.” He wished that he hadn’t called from AJ’s phone, because that was a weird thing to do to Joey’s head. He could just imagine getting a call, seeing that it was from Kevin, getting into a heart-pounding rush, and then hearing Chris’s voice.
“Hi.” Joey sounded less excited now, but still friendly enough. “How’s it going?”
He’d seen Kevin yesterday, but he wasn’t going to tell Joey about that, since Joey didn’t approve. He missed Dan so much he’d cried himself awake that morning. He was scared for JC and terrified of the Boys. “I’ve been okay,” he lied. “I’ve been kind of out of the loop lately. What’s going on with you and Nick and Ashley?”
Joey caught him up on everything. It felt good to talk about something that wasn’t about him. It was reassuring to hear Joey’s voice. He wanted to ask more about Joey and Nick. He wondered what their relationship was like and whether Joey knew that Nick was a sick bastard. A bastard who had done dangerous things thing to their best friend.
He couldn’t get into what Nick had done to JC or Nick’s general assholishness with AJ two feet away, so he asked, “When was the last time you saw JC get in a pool?”
“Hmm. I don’t know,” Joey said. “Probably on tour.”
“Did he get in the water?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know,” Joey said. “We’re always around a pool somewhere.”
“But when’s the last time you remember him messing around in the pool?” Justin asked. “Or in the water at the beach?”
“I don’t know,” Joey said more slowly, like he was really thinking about it. “The thing I remember the most is when he stopped wearing regular trunks and started wearing those tiny little bikini things.”
“Yeah.” Justin remembered that, too, and it was no secret who that display had been for.
“Why are we talking about JC?” Joey asked.
“I, uh…” Justin glanced at AJ, then away again. “Nick came over last night, and he said some things, and I was just wondering.” To change the subject, he brought up the most distracting thing possible. “AJ says to say hi to you.”
“He’s there?” Joey asked, like he was trying to sound cool about it.
“Yeah. You want to talk to him?”
“Yeah, sure,” Joey said.
“Okay.” Justin offered AJ the phone.
AJ took it with a smile. “Joseph,” he said, sinking back against the armrest. Licking his lips, he purred. “Why don’t you come home with me after the meeting tonight? Justin’s going to be busy, and I could use some fun.”
Meeting? Busy?
AJ chuckled, low and seductive. “All right, then. I’ll see you tonight.” He hung up, tucking the phone in his pocket and holding out his hands.
Taking his hands, Justin eased over him, settling on top of his familiar contours. “What meeting?”
“Everyone’s getting together at Kevin’s house. It shouldn’t take long. We’ve agreed to try to cut down on the drama.”
“Kevin’s house? We’re going to Kevin’s house?” The last few times he’d gone to Kevin’s house, he hadn’t been allowed inside. Wait, “You’re going to cut down on the drama? You?” Of all people? “What am I doing tonight? You told Joey that I’d be busy. What am I doing without you? Is Kevin coming for me?” Kevin. “We’re going to Kevin’s house? Tonight?”
After booking the flight, they called the hotel and got a couple of rooms. Then they decided to go shopping, since they both needed something to wear and they wanted to show the other guys how well they were getting along.
Erik went to his room. He tended to leave his credit cards out of his wallet, so in case his wallet got jacked he wouldn’t lose everything. He kept the cards right on top of his dresser, a convenient place to drop them when he came home.
Today, he only saw two of them, the American Express and Discover. Where were his MasterCard and Visa?
Frowning, he checked the top of his dresser.
Behind it.
In the drawers.
He checked his wallet.
“Trevor!”
“Yeah, I heard that,” Trevor said, jumping two of Chris’s checkers before sitting up. “Can I leave you alone with this?”
“Sure,” Chris said. “If you don’t mind me cheating.”
“I’ll be back,” Trevor said, getting to his feet. “I have the board memorized,” he added before jogging up the stairs. “What?” he asked, as Erik shouted his name again.
“What the hell did you do with my credit cards?” Erik demanded.
“Your what?” Trevor asked, taken by surprise. “I didn’t touch your credit cards. I haven’t even been in your room.”
“These,” Erik held up two cards, “were on my dresser, right where they belonged. The other two are missing. Two of them didn’t magically disappear and leave the other two behind.”
“You think I stole your credit cards? Are you serious?” Trevor asked, shocked. He’d thought that stupid feud had been squashed.
“Who else would it be?!” Erik demanded.
“Ashley!” If Ashley would make up that kind of story about Brian, why not swipe a few credit cards? Trevor wouldn’t have believed it before, but now…
“What?!” All of a sudden, with convenient timing, Ashley stepped into the hallway. “What would I want with his credit cards?”
“Money. That’s what credit cards are for. Look, I know I didn’t do it,” Trevor said. “I haven’t done a goddamned thing, and we know you’ve been lying for who the hell knows how long now.”
“What?! I’m not lying about anything!” Ashley protested.
“Then I can go downstairs and tell Jacob that Nick’s fucking you?” Erik asked.
Turning red, Ashley said, “While you’re at it, don’t you have a few things to tell him about yourself?”
Erik glared at Ashley, then turned to Trevor. “You’re not that honest your damned self. Have you told Chris who bought you that car yet?”
“Maybe your cards were confiscated after you maxed them out on that bling,” Trevor said, gesturing to Erik’s wrists. “Trying to keep up with the big boys?”
“I don’t even care that you took them,” Erik snapped. “I just want them back.”
“I don’t have your stupid credit cards,” Trevor insisted.
“Then who took them?” Erik asked. “Jacob? Dan? Chris?”
“Hello? Brian could have,” Ashley said.
“Shut the fuck up about Brian!” Erik shouted.
“Why does everyone just automatically trust him?” Ashley asked. “He’s had us fooled all this time. We don’t know what he’s capable of.”
“What he’s capable of?” Trevor repeated. “What the hell does that even mean?”
Just as Ashley opened his mouth to answer, Dan came up the stairs. “What are you guys yelling about now?” he asked, sounding frustrated.
“Erik lost his credit cards,” Ashley said.
“He thinks that I stole them, cause I’m such a thief,” Trevor said crossing his arms.
“You know that I keep them together,” Erik said. “I had four, now I only have two, and these two were right where they were supposed to be on top of my dresser.”
“The whole house knows where you keep them. Did you search your room?” Dan asked. “Your pockets?”
“They’re not there!” Erik exclaimed. “Why don’t you search his pockets?” he demanded, pointing to Trevor.
“Search my pockets? What the hell is wrong with you? When did I become the house criminal?” Trevor demanded. “I don’t know where the hell your fucking credit cards are!”
“Have you seen them?” Dan asked Ashley.
“No,” Ashley said, glaring at Erik.
“Look in your room,” Dan told Erik. “Your pockets, behind furniture, everywhere. Do me a favor and just look around the house,” he told Ashley and Trevor. “I’ll go ask Jacob and Chris if they’ve seen anything.”
“I’m not looking for one damned thing. I’m tired of this shit. I hope he finds them so he can shove them up his ass,” Trevor said, storming back downstairs. In the practice room, he closed the door and sat heavily on the floor across the board from Chris. All of Chris’s checkers were lined up strategically against two of Trevor’s. “What is this?”
“I didn’t move a thing,” Chris said. “I didn’t touch the board.”
“Right.” Trevor let out a pent-up breath, trying to relax, but he was too pissed off to release any tension.
“What did Erik want?” Chris asked.
Trevor glared at the board. “He thinks I stole two of his goddamned credit cards.”
“Not my caramel cutie!” Chris gasped with exaggerated shock.
“Yeah, well Erik’s acting like I’m a caramel criminal,” Trevor said, and he began to recount the entire exchange for Chris. It made him feel better that Chris was always on his side without hesitation.
He’d probably even get to sit on the furniture.
Checking the time, AJ said, “Let’s go dancing.”
“Now?” He didn’t want to have sex; he wanted to think about Kevin. Besides, he was comfortable where he was.
AJ pushed him up. “You can choose the first song.”
Chris knew that they should have moved faster. They should’ve gone the second that Trevor had suggested it. But, no, he’d wanted a quick rematch, and now they were trapped; Jacob, Erik, and Ashley were arguing between them and the front door.
“Who else could have done it?” Ashley asked.
“You!” Trevor said.
Uh-oh. Chris wondered if he should find a place to sit and wait, or go see what Dan was doing.
“You!” Erik accused Trevor.
“There are people in and out of here all of the time,” Ashley said. “Brian’s always here, Chris is always here, Lance was just here. When was the last time you used your cards? Justin used to be here, AJ used to show up.”
“So did Joey,” Jacob said.
“And Nick,” Erik added.
Hmm. Interesting. Chris decided to go find Dan. Edging around the combatants, who’d picked up a bit of energy and were now cursing each other out, he climbed the stairs. He knocked on Dan’s closed door.
“Yeah?” Dan asked.
Slowly, respectfully, he opened the door and peered inside. “Hi.”
Dan gave him a very tired but still friendly smile. “Hi.”
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t help you, before, when you visited.”
“I know,” Dan said. “It’s really hard to hold anything against you.”
“It’s part of my natural charm,” Chris said. Dan was on the bed, a few books scattered beside him on the mattress. “Doing some light reading?”
“I’m keeping myself busy while I wait for a few people to get back to me.”
Chris nodded. “Trevor’s coming over to my house, so that should lower the decibel level.” He hesitated. “You can come, too.”
Surprised, Dan seemed to consider his offer.
“You can bring your cell phone,” he added, knowing that Dan tended to stay at the house in case Justin called. “My house gets great reception.”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your alone time with Trevor,” Dan said. “He probably wouldn’t appreciate it.”
“Oh, we won’t have sex for another,” Chris checked his watch, “well, a few hours, anyway. Think about it and meet us downstairs.” Leaving Dan’s room, he went to Trevor’s and closed the door, dialing.
“Hello?” Lance said.
“I’m at the Townhouse,” Chris said quietly, moving away from the door. “I was wondering, when you were here the other day, did you happen to, you know, do anything unusual, like commit grand larceny?”
“It wasn’t grand larceny,” Lance said.
“Do you still have them, or did you cut them up and throw them away?”
“I still have them,” Lance said.
“All the little kiddies are downstairs yelling about the fact that they’re missing. Eric blames Trevor, and Ashley blames Brian. Are you going to keep them?”
“I’m going to have Brian sneak them back into the house,” Lance said. “I’m trying to think of a way to implicate Jacob.”
“Implicate Jacob,” Chris said. “It’s like a fun new party game.”
“A lot of fun,” Lance agreed. “Thanks for the update.”
“Well, you’re obviously busy engaging in criminal plots, so I’ll let you go,” Chris said. “Bye.”
“Bye,” Lance said.
Going back downstairs, Chris snuck around the fight again, joining Dan by the doorway. Dan was standing with his hands in his pockets, watching. Chris watched the argument for a few seconds, didn’t see a break in the flow of accusations, and simply reached over and put his hand on Trevor’s wrist, pulling. Already on edge, Trevor’s first response was to tense up and pull away, until he realized who was touching him and why, at which point he relaxed slightly and let Chris drag him out of the house.
Dan came behind them, closing the door as they stepped outside.
“Dan’s coming,” Chris told Trevor.
Trevor immediately turned to Dan. “You know I didn’t-”
“I know,” Dan said.
“Come on,” Chris said, leading the way to his car. “I think you two need a break.”
The doorbell rang.
Their eyes met. AJ’s eyes were dark, possessive; he growled.
Desire twisted through Justin’s body; he kissed AJ’s mouth, opening his own fly, wanting AJ to fuck him, wanting to feel that hot whirlwind that tore everything away and left him clean. AJ slid a hand inside the front of his drawers, cupping his erection, and he panted, rubbing into AJ’s palm, digging his nails into AJ’s back.
The doorbell rang.
“Fuck,” AJ said, and hissed, kissing him roughly. “Stay here.” Then AJ was up and off of him, leaving the room.
Suddenly alone, Justin sat up, wiping at his mouth. He wondered who was at the door. It could be one of the Boys. Nervous now, tucking his rapidly softening dick back into his pants, he zipped up.
“Make yourself presentable,” AJ called. “We’ve got company.”
Shit. Justin scrambled to his feet as AJ walked back in with Howie and JC.
JC! Justin went straight to him, embracing him tightly. He felt very real, very healthy, very much alive and safe. “I love you,” Justin whispered.
“I love you, too, man,” JC said, hugging him. “It’s good to see you. Are you doing all right? How’ve you been?”
“Sorry if we interrupted anything,” Howie said, as AJ turned down the music.
Reluctantly, Justin released JC, stepping back. Then he realized that he was shirtless, especially when JC’s gaze traveled down his body with curiosity and concern.
“Are you all right?” JC asked.
Justin looked down, then blushed, accepting the shirt that AJ handed to him. “No, that’s not, uh…”
“I bite,” AJ said.
“Oh.” JC blushed.
Pulling his shirt on, Justin sat beside AJ as everyone found a seat. Knowing better than to be rude, he made himself look at Howie.
Howie smiled at him, and nodded. “It’s good to see you looking well.”
“You do look better,” JC agreed. “What have you been doing?”
“Not a lot. Mostly I just hang out with AJ.” The past few days had been pretty damned eventful, but he couldn’t tell JC about any of that. “Brian and Jacob came to dinner the other night, at my house. That was…interesting.”
“They’re here to check up on you,” AJ told him. “Dan went to see them, and they’re going to report back to him on how happy you are.”
“You saw Dan?” Justin asked JC, his heart leaping. “He came to see you? How is he?” He felt eager, breathless.
“He came over to Howie’s house, yesterday,” JC said.
“He’s frustrated,” Howie said. “He’s worried about you. It’s been hard for him, not finding anyone who will help.”
“He was wearing your bracelet,” JC added.
Justin almost gasped out loud. “He was?” Oh, Dan. “He loves me.”
“Deep breaths,” AJ advised him, patting his back.
“He loves me,” Justin said, turning to AJ. “You have to let me see him. He’s doing all of this for me, and he never gets anything back.”
“He gets to fuck me,” AJ said.
Like that was a special experience. “You chew on him! Dan doesn’t want that!”
AJ grinned, squeezing his arm. “Oh, he wants it.”
“You’re gross.” His attention back on JC, Justin asked, “What did he say?”
When AJ had met them at the front door, JC had literally stepped forward, so compelled by the sex in AJ’s eyes, the flush across his skin and the redness of his lips, the sight of his half-naked, gorgeous, muscular, tattooed body, that if Howie hadn’t literally stood between them, JC would have done something humiliating.
Fortunately, AJ had calmed down - - visibly, like he was dialing down his own sexuality right before their eyes - - and put on the shirt in his hand.
The sight of Justin’s half-naked, sweating body, his mouth swollen from kissing, his chest and arms littered with scratches, had surprised JC. He wasn’t sure why; it had been clear that AJ had been engaged in some sort of sexual activity. Still, JC wasn’t used to seeing AJ and Justin together in any explicitly erotic light; the idea of AJ and Justin’s sex life had been somewhat abstract.
Now, there was no doubt that yes, they had sex together. And, apparently, enjoyed it.
He could tell that they must enjoy it, because they were obviously very physically attuned to each other. They sat down on the couch fairly close; within seconds, they were touching. Within minutes, Justin had gravitated even closer to AJ’s body, and while AJ’s hand roamed almost carelessly, Justin moved unconsciously into AJ’s touch, shifting minutely to make himself more available, his own hand drifting over AJ’s thigh in time with the music. He didn’t even seem to be aware of it, for the most part; once in a while, he’d catch himself and stop, blushing and even giving AJ an irritated look, but then his hand would stray right back.
Despite his obvious physical attraction to AJ, Justin was devoted to Dan, and quizzed JC relentlessly, probing for details. JC let Howie field the questions on Dan’s psychology; it was impressive, how much insight Howie had. JC told Justin what Dan had said, how he’d sounded, what he’d worn.
The four of them talked about what JC should say to Dan, when he called. Justin kept trying to tell JC to relay messages, but AJ censored most of them.
When JC left, Justin hugged him, and whispered, “I love you. I’m sorry about Nick.”
“I love you, too, honey.” Wondering, suspicious, he asked, “What about Nick?”
“I’m sorry that he hurt you,” Justin said, meeting his eyes without any judgment. “I’m sorry that you love someone who isn’t always good to you.”
JC wondered what it meant that Justin, who’d gone through hell, felt sorry for him. “Me, too, honey,” he said, embracing Justin again, kissing his cheek. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right.”
“Dan, it’s JC.”
“Hey,” Dan said. “How’s it going?”
“Howie and I went over to see AJ and Justin this morning,” JC said.
That had been fast. Dan appreciated him not waiting. “You talked to Justin?”
“I saw him with AJ, and I talked to him alone. I asked him about AJ, and he said that nothing’s wrong. I really pushed him on it, but he swears that everything’s great. When I showed up, they were, uh, in the middle of…”
What, “Sex?” Dan asked.
“Right,” JC said. “Sex. And the whole time we were there, they were smiling, touching each other, really affectionate. The way they’ve always been, only better, really happy together. I don’t know, man, I don’t see it.”
“They’re a perfectly happy couple,” Dan said, not buying it.
“I hate to disappoint you,” JC said. “But it’s good, though, it’s good that it wasn’t true, it’s good that Justin’s in a positive kind of relationship.”
“Did you tell him that I talked to you?” Dan asked.
“I did,” JC said. “I did, and he said to tell you that he’s sorry. He didn’t say what he’s sorry for, I asked and he wouldn’t tell me, but he said that he’s sorry. I don’t know, man, maybe he’s sorry that he misled you.”
“He didn’t mislead me.”
“He seemed happy with AJ,” JC said. “He looked terrific, he seemed a lot more confident than he was for a while there.”
Damn it. Damn it! “All right,” Dan said, wanting to get off the phone. “Thanks, anyway.”
“Okay,” JC said. “Bye.”
Hanging up, Dan dropped his head back, closing his eyes. Damn it.
“You okay?” Trevor asked. “Dan.”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Get ready, shave, lube, “Kevin?” Was he going to see Kevin now? The meeting wasn’t until later; it was too early to get ready. Was Kevin coming for him now?
AJ grinned, lazily stroking his chest. “Did I forget to tell you? Kevin’s coming to pick you up. You have about, oh,” AJ shrugged, “twenty, thirty minutes.”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Justin ran. Racing through his shower, he barely held still while AJ tidied up his pubes, mentally going through his, “Shit!”
“What?” AJ asked, rising.
“This is your house! I don’t have shit at your house! Everything’s at my house!”
“You have clothes here,” AJ said.
“They’re worthless! They’re ugly! I can’t wear that for Kevin!”
AJ eyed him closely, then poked him in the chest. “Today,” AJ’s eyes glittered dangerously, “you can borrow my clothes.”
Oh, what a huge sacrifice. Still, he had to be nice. “Thanks,” he said, giving AJ a quick peck on the lips before darting off into the closet.
AJ’s wardrobe was noticeably different from his own. Still, he had to admit, there was some dynamite stuff in there. AJ had a sense of style that kind of turned him on. After only a few minutes, Justin was ready to roll.
He wondered if Kevin would like or dislike the sight of him in AJ’s clothes. Kevin had hated him borrowing Brian’s clothes, but this was different. Wasn’t it?
He asked AJ about it.
“I’ll tell him it’s okay,” AJ said, slipping a few black plastic bracelets onto his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked.
“If you’re going to do it, do it right,” AJ said, slipping a black leather cuff onto his other wrist.
“I’m not trying to complete the look,” Justin said, and rubbed his freshly shaven cheeks. He’d remembered almost everything. “Do you have flavored lube?”
“Who do I look like, JC?” AJ asked.
He could use regular lube, he could try that, but Kevin-
“Relax,” AJ said, pushing him towards the bathroom. “I swiped some from your house while you were packing. I got the strawberry, if that meets with your standards.”
“Thanks.” Relieved, Justin realized that AJ really did help him out a lot, sometimes.
“Okay,” AJ said, uncapping it, “bend over.”
Opening his fly, showing AJ his ass, Justin closed his eyes at the initial slippery insertion. AJ wasn’t trying to turn him on, and the whole thing was almost clinical, but Justin couldn’t help but be aroused, couldn’t help but feel a little hot as his dick perked up.
“You’re such a bottom,” AJ said, standing, reaching past him to rinse off slick fingers.
“And you’re an asshole,” Justin said, pulling his pants back up, “so I guess we have more in common than you thought.”
Grinning, chuckling, AJ kissed his cheek. “I’ll be thinking about you while Joey pounds my ass tonight.”
“I won’t be thinking about you at all while I’m with Kevin,” Justin said, smiling.
The doorbell rang. “Ah,” AJ said, a hand on his chest to hold him back. “You can follow me to the door, but don’t embarrass me, or Kevin, or yourself.”
“Yes, AJ,” Justin said, butterflies loose in his stomach. “Thank you, AJ.” As he followed AJ to the door, he swallowed, twisting the bracelets on his wrist. “ I love you,” he whispered, letting the words out, trying to ease some of the pressure inside.
AJ opened the door.
“Alex.” With a smile, Kevin stepped inside. “Did Brian talk to you about tonight?”
“I’m on top of it,” AJ said.
“I’ll have Justin back in time for you to bring him to the meeting,” Kevin said. His gaze flickered over Justin; his smile dimmed. Justin’s stomach plummeted.
“I offered him my clothes,” AJ said. “I wanted to see if he could pull off the look.”
Kevin smiled at AJ. “No one does it like you.”
“Nobody,” AJ agreed. “You two have fun.”
“Kiss AJ good-bye and let’s go,” Kevin said, offering Justin a hand, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
Almost afraid to hope, Justin took Kevin’s hand, knees buckling slightly at the contact. He let a perfunctory kiss on AJ’s lips and immediately followed at the gentle tug of Kevin’s hand.
Kevin walked him around to the side of the truck, opening the door for him. When Kevin released his hand, he got in, startled by the casual smack of his ass. Before he could turn, Kevin closed the door and walked around to get in the driver’s seat.
Starting the engine, Kevin said, “I’m surprised he didn’t put eyeliner on you.”
Quickly, Justin asked, “Do you want me to wear some? I can-”
“No.” Kevin chuckled, amused, as he backed down the driveway. “No, don’t bother. Your eyes are captivating enough without it.”
Justin’s jaw hit the floor.
While they drove, Kevin listened to the radio. That was different, too; normally these drives took place in utter silence.
Kevin had smiled, had laughed, had complimented him. Kevin hadn’t acted like this in a long time, but Justin remembered it. Sometimes it had a brittle, mocking edge, and at those times Kevin would strike without warning, would suddenly turn on him and gut him like a fish. But sometimes it was like today. And those times made the best memories of Justin’s life.
Watching through the window, Justin suddenly sat up straighter.
The lake.
Kevin was taking him to the lake.
Hands trembling, Justin rubbed AJ’s bracelets. The lake meant very, very good things and very, very bad things. Beautiful, lovely, heavenly memories and brutal, wrenching, shattering memories. “Kevin?” he asked, his voice small and wavering.
“I hope you didn’t eat much,” Kevin said. “I asked AJ not to feed you.” Parking in the grass, Kevin turned to him with a smile. “I thought that it would be nice to share a late lunch out here. We should be okay as long as it doesn’t rain.”
“It won’t,” Justin said, already packing away memories. “It wouldn’t dare.”
When JC’s phone rang, he checked. Lance. “I’d better take this.”
“All right,” Howie said, disentangling their bodies. “Go ahead.”
JC went to the kitchen. “This is JC,” he said, opening the cabinet.
“I heard you’re back with Howie,” Lance said.
“We decided to go ahead and let Erik bring us back together,” he said, taking down a couple of glasses. “He seems really happy about it.”
“You must be pretty happy, too.”
“You know that this is about the game,” JC said, attempting to head off another fight before it began. “It isn’t real.”
“When Howie fucks you at night, that’s not real?” Lance asked. “That’s not really his dick in your ass?”
“We have to be close, for Erik,” JC said, opening the fridge.
“So you don’t fuck when he’s not around.”
JC tried to sound calm. “I’m not going to tell you about my sex life. I do what I have to do to get through this game. I do what I have to do to make it easier for me to get through the day. Nothing’s the right decision, it’s always the lesser of two evils, but I do what I have to do. I know that you understand. We’re all doing it. You’re doing it. You don’t fuck Brian for Jacob’s sake, you do it because you want to. So instead of calling me with this shit, why don’t you call Chris and tell him all about how often you give it to Brian.” JC hung up before he said anything else that he might regret.
On his back, Justin pulled Kevin over himself, treasuring every kiss, soaking up every caress. He hadn’t had Kevin like this in so long, he’d been terrified that it would never happen again. This was the Kevin he’d fallen in love with first, this was the Kevin who’d captured not just his body or his brain but his heart. When Kevin’s hands eased under his clothing, he began to strip himself, immediately wanting to offer himself for Kevin’s pleasure, but Kevin gently guided his hands away and did it for him, undressing him with tender caresses that made his flesh burn.
Whispering love, Justin removed Kevin’s clothes with worshipful hands. His attempts to kiss every revered inch were halted when Kevin, murmuring his name, went down on him.
Crying out, shuddering with shocked pleasure, Justin twisted helplessly, unable to bear the feel, the sight, the knowledge, but also unable to resist. Kevin held his erection in one hand, bobbing up and down on it with slow, even suction, tongue flicking and swirling until he was shaking with need. Panting, burning, clutching at the blanket, Justin wasn’t prepared when Kevin, without looking up, took his hand and put it on the back of Kevin’s neck.
Immediately sliding his fingers over the smooth skin, spreading his fingers down over Kevin’s shoulders before curling them in the short hair at Kevin’s nape, Justin groaned, head dropping back as he luxuriated in the sensation of Kevin’s tongue stroking his dick. “Kevin,” he moaned, “Kevin, Kevin, please, ah, ah, Kevin, Kevin…” Kevin wanted this, Kevin was offering him this, Kevin was giving him this. “I love you, I love you, I need you, I want, I want, I want, Kevin, Kevin, oh!” Wracked with tremors, Justin came, pleasure exploding as he filled Kevin’s mouth.
Daring to open his eyes, Justin gazed nervously up at the blue sky overhead, swallowing scared questions, his hand dropping to his side.
A warm hand rubbing his thigh; kisses across his stomach. “Justin,” Kevin murmured, voice low, aroused, “roll over and show me that sweet little ass I’ve been thinking about.”
“Answer it,” JC said. “If you don’t, he’ll blame me, and I don’t want him to think that I’m coming between you.”
“All right,” Howie said, setting aside his drink. “Do you want me to go or stay?”
“No, you don’t have to talk to him in front of me,” JC said. “It’s okay, I’ll just watch this.”
“Okay.” Kissing JC’s cheek, Howie rose, flipping open his phone. “Hello?” he asked, leaving the room.
“Howie,” Lance said. “How’s JC?”
“You don’t care how JC is,” Howie said, closing the bedroom door behind himself. “You care how I am.”
“Then how are you?” Lance asked.
“I’m fine,” Howie said calmly.
“I heard that you’re going to Vegas.” Lance was pissed.
“We leave tomorrow,” Howie said.
“You and I went to Vegas,” Lance said. “You told me that I was your good luck charm. You won thirty thousand dollars and we made love against the windows.”
“We made a lot of good memories together,” Howie said. He closed his eyes, remembering being pressed against the cool, dark glass, the desert night at his back, his hands slipping as he tried to find balance while Lance thrust deeply into him. He remembered Lance grunting and hungrily kissing his neck as his hair fell forward over Lance’s shoulder.
He smiled.
“Where did we stay the last time we were there?” he asked.
“In that disgusting, dingy, dirty, roach-infested hotel that was nothing more than a urinal for the homeless,” Lance said.
Howie licked his lips, unable to lick away his smile. “What was that guy’s name?”
“Robert,” Lance said. “Unless that was a lie, too.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Howie said. “You’d have to ask him.”
“Right,” Lance said. “I shouldn’t expect you to recognize the truth when you hear it, since you’re so unfamiliar with it as a general concept.”
Howie’s tone was conversational. “Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Howie,” Lance said, “it’s hard to accuse you of breathing. I’ll see you at the meeting.”
“Yes, you will.”
“I hope that you have fun, fucking JC tonight.”
“I will.”
“Bye.”
“Good-bye.” He hung up. Interesting.
After he’d rolled over, Kevin had covered him, kissing his back, gently cupping and stroking his ass. Then Kevin’s kisses had drifted lower, and he’d felt Kevin’s tongue probing, and Kevin had begun to lick him, fucking him with wet strokes, making him tense and relax at the same time. Kevin had licked him for a while, whispering sweet things and sex things until he wept with need and joy.
Then Kevin had been over him again, kissing his wet cheeks, caressing his body with loving hands, and when he’d felt Kevin’s fingers open him up and Kevin’s erection push deep inside, he’d rocked back eagerly, greedy for more.
Pulling him up onto his knees, sweat creating an easy slide between them as Kevin’s chest covered Justin’s back, Kevin thrust into him in steady rhythm. The feel of Kevin’s body on his, the intimacy of Kevin’s hands on his waist and thighs, the throbbing pulse of Kevin’s dick fucking deep inside, all had Justin rocking to meet each thrust, aching with each beat, moaning and pleading for more.
“I love the way you move against me.” Kevin kissed his shoulder, kissed the back of his neck, licked up sweat. “Come for me, Justin.” Kevin’s hand slid across his abs, finding his dick. The firm grip made him groan, overwhelmed by the pressure of Kevin’s fingers wrapping around him securely. “Come for me,” Kevin urged, the only stable thing in his universe as his body shook and bucked. Crying out, writhing and rocking, pushing helplessly into Kevin’s fist, Justin came, calling Kevin’s name as the world exploded around him.
Kevin rode him until he was quiet again, until he was simply whimpering and weeping and obsessively stroking the cum-wet hand Kevin had splayed across his stomach. When Kevin’s thrusts increased in speed, fucking him faster, fucking him harder, he moaned, arching, sensing an upswing in Kevin’s pleasure. “That’s it,” Kevin murmured, fingers lacing through his and holding on. “Yes, oh, Justin,” and Kevin groaned, fucking him harder, giving it to him like he needed it, and Justin moaned, too, squeezing Kevin’s hand and trying to breathe through the suddenly mounting, spiraling pleasure. Kevin was going to come in him, Kevin was going to come in him, Kevin was, “Ah, Justin,” and Kevin groaned like it was too much to take.
Justin closed his eyes, feeling Kevin’s orgasm like it was his own, letting the ecstasy of the moment wash through him. Breathing through his mouth, he relaxed slowly, keeping hold of Kevin’s hand but gradually lowering himself fully to the blanket. Panting quietly, Kevin kissed his neck, whispering, “Justin.”
“You said that he’s in love with me,” JC said.
“It’s more specific than that,” Howie said, watching carefully. “He’s so consistent, you probably don’t even notice it anymore. He treats you like you’re precious.”
“Like I’m a glass figurine,” JC said. “That he has sex with.”
“That sounds painful,” Howie said.
JC laughed. “It is,” he said, and then they were laughing together.
“You’re so beautiful,” Kevin said, stretched out beside him on the blanket. They’d ventured into the lake, and Kevin had washed the cum from his body, smiling, laughing, kissing him. Kevin had held him close, talking to him, scrubbing the dirt from under his nails, and he’d explained that he’d needed to hold onto something, and Kevin had looked into his eyes and said, “Hold onto me,” and kissed him so thoroughly, so long, so deep, that he’d felt the world spin.
Now, drying under the sun, they were lounging on the blanket, eating. Kevin kept feeding Justin with his fingers; Justin hadn’t worked up the courage to try feeding Kevin yet.
“You always were beautiful,” Kevin said, stroking his chest, admiring. “But you were younger, before. You’ve filled out, now.” Kevin smiled, caressing his pecs, his biceps.
“You’ve always been so perfect,” Justin said. So handsome, so masculine, so ideal.
“It’s not just your body.” Kevin stroked the line of his jaw, smiling, gazing into his face. “There’s something about you,” Kevin murmured, kissing him gently, kissing him tenderly, kissing him again. “I could look at you for hours. I could watch you for days.”
“You can,” Justin whispered, kissing him back, running hungry hands over his shoulders. “I’m yours.”