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Back in December when the LJ's descended on NY for RENT, I met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kachera and we discovered a shared love for all that is JoeC. And a challenge was born. JoeC. The infamous wax!JC lick. Arms. Held. Yum.
Huge amounts of gratitude tohammerhead22 and without_me for the beta. It was invaluable.
So here it is. Enjoy.
Lick
Joey knew things were coming to a head. He knew it as soon as he arrived at the radio station, although, if he had really thought things through, he would have realized it when he made the decision to join JC for the interview in the first place.
Nothing had been verbalized. Not yet. But everything had been insinuated, intimated and implied. There was a shift in the air and Joey knew that JC felt it as much as he did. He’d heard it in JC’s voice when he invited Joey out to LA for the interview.
“Why don’t you just come out on Tuesday night? You can hit the station with me, meet Dallas…whatever. It’s just been a while and…I don’t know…just come.”
When he actually thought about it, Joey could even pinpoint when the change began. And, for that, he’d have to blame Lance. It was Lance’s departure that created something new and deeper between Joey and JC. Joey was the closest to Lance and JC was the biggest worrier so it wasn’t surprising that Joey’s phone would ring at 3am when JC woke up sweating, images of explosions and O-rings and space creatures fresh in his mind.
Now Joey was in the KIIS studios with JC wondering what exactly he was thinking when he threw on his “Orgasm Donor” t-shirt and why he blushed when JC gazed at the words before looking at Joey long and hard. He found himself listening to this unbelievable song that JC had written which was really just pure sex and, when asked about it, could only say, “It’s alright.” And, as they left the studio for the Fredrick’s of Hollywood party, he found himself stealing glances at JC and wanting to lick.
*****
The party was a typical LA event-- enough celebrities to keep the media attentive, and enough free liquor to keep the celebrities happy. It was a relaxing night and, by the time Joey found himself alone on the balcony with JC, they’d both made more than a few trips to the bar.
“Glad you made it out, Joe.” JC took a step closer to Joey and leaned over the metal railing to look out over the cliff below. “It’s been too long since we’ve really spent time together. I missed you.”
“Yeah, man. We need to—“Joey paused as JC’s hand covered his. Was it possible for everything to feel so still and so alive all in the same moment? A step closer. A touch. It was soft and tentative. A slight brush of lips and the faintest touch of tongues meeting for the first time. The smooth touch of JC’s lips seemed a sharp contrast to his day old stubble and Joey was lost in the sensation.
As soon as it began, it was over. JC’s eyes were full of questions and hope but, before either man could speak, they were interrupted by Carlos and Tara.
“Hey Dude. Tara and I are heading back to the house. You guy’s coming?”
“I’m, uh, kind of faded and I’ve got those two shows to tape tomorrow. I think I’m just gonna get back to the hotel.” The words were out before Joey even knew what he was saying. He glanced at JC quickly and saw a look in his eyes that was somewhere between confused and hurt. Joey didn’t understand what had happened in the last 60 seconds but all of a sudden his chest was tight and he was filled with a sense of panic urging him to run. He just had to get out of there, away from the sound of JC calling his name in puzzlement, away from the realization of what had just happened and, most important, away from any possibility of it happening again before he could process it all. Suddenly it was all too much and Joey needed to think. Or, at the very least, drink some more in the solitude of his hotel room.
*****
Weeks passed. Five weeks to be exact. Five weeks and Joey still hadn’t spoken to JC. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about talking to JC. In fact,except when he was on stage, it was pretty much all Joey thought about. His days and nights were peppered with thoughts of calling JC and apologizing for running away like a scared child. He replayed the night over and over again in his mind, each time ending the night in bed with JC where he could lick and taste and touch for hours. And yet, he couldn’t get up the nerve to return any of the seven phone messages that JC left for him. It just wasn’t that easy.
Wanting JC meant so much. It was JC. And Joey wanted him. JC. One of his best friends. One of his best male friends. JC. And Joey was straight. Everyone knew that. Of all of them, Joey was the straightest. He loved women the most. He needed women. Big tits. Small tits. It didn’t matter as long as it was attractive and female. So, Joey was just confused. Because he certainly wasn’t attracted to JC.
*****
By late Tuesday night, all five members of ‘Nsync were in New York. Originally, they had planned to meet up at Suede following Joey’s show, but schedules got hectic and, as things turned out, they wouldn’t see each other until just before the Madame Tussaud’s event.
Joey arrived at the hotel on Wednesday evening to find Justin, Lance and JC already there. He gave bear hugs to Justin and Lance who were deep in conversation about album sales, finally making his way over to the bar where JC was standing, nursing what looked like a very stiff drink. Joey couldn’t help but notice how good JC looked. Camouflage pants. Dark shirt. And the hair. Joey couldn’t get enough of JC’s lion’s mane. It was just begging to be grabbed…tugged.
“Hey.” Joey didn’t quite know what to say to break the ice. He knew he wanted to fix things but the question was, “how?” What did he want and since when did just the sight of JC have the power to both terrify and excite him all at once?
“Hey.”
“Look, I’m really sorry I didn’t-“
“Forget it, man. I get it. Friends. We’re good. ‘Nuff said.”
Okay then.
JC embraced Joey in a way that made it clear all was forgotten and they were, once again, best friends. But, Joey wondered as he hugged JC back, why wasn’t he filled with relief and why the hell did he still want to lick JC?
*****
The press was all over them at the museum. It was a fairly intimate affair but you would never know it by looking at the cameras and the flashbulbs. It had been months since they had made a public appearance together and the media was eating it up.
To be honest, they were having a great time. It was comforting to be together again and, although Joey had known he missed it, he didn’t realize just how much until they were once again settled into their old familiar patterns. Besides, wax!Nysnc was much more fun than any of them could have imagined. They wax figures were just so…life like. Joey was amazed. Justin was standing to his left. And to his right. Simultaneously. And he swore that, if he just used his peripheral vision, he wouldn’t know which one was real.
A little while later Joey found himself standing in front of wax!JC watching the real thing as he approached and, damn, there went the adrenaline again. Joey didn’t understand this urge he had but it was overwhelming and he didn’t know how he could possibly make it though the evening if he didn’t have a chance to run his tongue up JC’s perfectly sculpted face.
So he did.
Joey leaned in and licked JC’s face just as he had been fantasizing about.
Long and slow right up the side of JC’s cheek.
Only it wasn’t JC. It was the wax replica of JC. In the moment, it had seemed to make sense and of course none of the TV cameras caught it on film. If they did, they’d understand it was a joke, because it was, right? And why was JC looking at him like that? He should laugh and play it off immediately but the moment was escaping him. All of a sudden it was hard to breathe so he smiled faintly and tried to make eye contact with JC because, yes, he did just lick wax!JC. He knew that JC knew that it was a bit more than a joke and suddenly JC was right in front of him leaning in to say something.
But it was more of a snarl.
“Make up your fucking mind, Joe. This isn’t a game.”
And with that, JC was gone.
*****
Joey had been sighing all night and it was obviously starting to irritate his friends. As anyone knew him would expect, when they left the museum he headed for Suede. Tonight was a private party and Justin and Chris were both annoyed that Joey’s foul mood was interfering with the party vibe.
Joey, for his part, just wanted to know how things got so fucked up and confusing and, on top of it all, where the hell was JC?
“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you tonight? This is your thing. Get a damn drink and chill the fuck out.” Yeah, Chris was irritated.
“Sorry. I’m just…so, where do you think JC is? I thought he was going to show. I thought the plan was that we’d all be here tonight.”
“So I assume you’re also wondering where Lance is?”
“Lance?”
“Yes, Lance. ‘Nsync member. One of your best friends? Your daughter’s godfather? Take a look around. He’s not here either. But, okay, fine. I’ll bite. I don’t know where C decided to go tonight. Him being a big boy and all, I’m not keeping track.”
“Hey guys,” Justin said as he slid up to join the conversation, “we’re gonna take off and hit another club. Interested? And, Joey, I think you need another drink. You look seriously stressed.”
“He’s just wondering where JC is.”
“Shut the fuck up, Chris. I’m not in the mood.”
“And now RENT boy is getting pissy.”
“Chris, Joey knows why JC isn’t here.”
“What do you know, Justin?”
“I know.”
“Huh?”
“I know.”
“Oh.”
“Look, I’m not going to get involved in your little soap opera but you need to figure out what the hell you want and stick with it or you really are going to fuck things up with C and he’s not going to be so quick to forgive and forget. Now I’m going. I’ve got some drinking to do.”
Joey watched Justin walk away and barely heard Chris yelling at him in the background as he went to collect his things. Justin was right. He had to find JC. As he walked off, he heard Chris still whining, “But Joey! Really. I don’t know. Why don’t I know? Does Lance know? Damn it, Joey.”
Joey grabbed his jacket and walked over to Pete who was by the door, talking to Dre and Todd.
”Pete, you know where JC is tonight?”
”I can find out with a phone call.”
“Good. We’re going. Now.”
*****
It turned out that JC was at a club just a couple of blocks away, which gave Joey less time to collect his thoughts than he’d anticipated. He knew he’d fucked up. Somehow. Okay, he knew how. But he didn’t know if he was prepared to deal with this. Or if it was too late to repair things. But he wanted to try. Because he wanted JC. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as straight as he’d been telling himself. And maybe that didn’t matter because it appeared that JC might want him too and that was a hell of a lot better than fucking this up over self-imposed labels.
Walking into the club, he spotted JC in a corner with Dallas and Carlos. They were laughing and moving with, but not quite dancing to, the music. Nothing to lose. Now or never. Be a man. Joey kept repeating these phrases over and over as he made his way towards JC.
JC spotted Joey just as he approached their small group and, in JC’s eyes, Joey could see an overflow of emotion- surprise, confusion, and, maybe, hope.
“Joey.”
Joey took JC by the wrist and pulled him away from the prying eyes and ears of his friends.
“Joey. What are you doing? You can’t just barge in here and--“
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“Shut. Up. You are going to listen to me and, if you want to walk away when I’m through saying what I need to say, I’ll let you go.” Joey didn’t know where this was coming from but he was determined to do this right.
“I’m sorry, C. I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have left LA like that. That night. I should have left with you and taken you home and made it right and figured this out. Because this should happen.”
Joey paused to gauge JC’s reaction. He wasn’t saying anything and his expression was hard to read but he wasn’t leaving either.
Joey continued, “I want you, C.” Joey stopped. He stopped to let what he said sink in, as much for himself as for JC.
And then JC was moving closer, cautiously. He put his hand tentatively on Joey’s hip and leaned in, but his voice and his words were serious. “I meant it when I said this isn’t a game, Joey. You have to mean it. And you have to be okay with it.”
“JC, I promise you that this isn’t a game. Just come with me now and we’ll make this okay.” Joey took JC’s hand. “Just come with me.”
*****
JC followed Joey silently as the climbed out of the car and entered Joey’s apartment building. Both painfully hard and nervous, Joey felt like he was 16 years old again.
Standing inside his apartment, Joey gazed at JC with trepidation and awe. He wanted this desperately but, now that it was about to happen, much of the confidence he’d had in the club evaporated. JC must have sensed Joey’s nerves because he reached up and, touching his face softly, asked, “You sure, Joe?” Silently, Joey answered the question by lightly pressing his lips to JC’s. It was almost too much to bear when he heard JC let out a small moan.
“I want this. You. I just,” Joey paused, “I just need to learn my way.” Joey shrugged shyly. “It’s new.”
“Well, I’m an excellent teacher.”
Silently, Joey led JC to the bedroom. There was a dim light on the nightstand by the bed and, in the light, Joey would swear that JC was glowing. He leaned in to taste, and this time, the kiss was more persistent, more demanding. He felt JC’s lips part and shivered as his tongue touched JC’s. Pressing himself to JC, fisting his hair in one hand, he could feel how hard JC was. JC’s erection was pressing insistently against his thigh and, for a brief moment, Joey broke the kiss as he got used to the feeling of another man pressed against him.
JC sighed softly and leaned in to nip at Joey’s neck as he reached one hand under Joey’s shirt. Joey felt JC’s hands swirling around his abdomen moving higher in small strokes until his fingers grazed an already hard nipple. Joey gasped as JC rolled the tight bud between his fingers and reached down to cup Joey’s cock through his, now extremely constricting, pants. He could hardly breath as he felt JC’s hot breath in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Joe. I want this,” he said as he squeezed Joey’s erection tightly, “inside me. Do you think you can handle that?”
“God, C. So…hot.” Joey was used to being in control but suddenly he loved just how out of control he felt. JC led him to the bed managing to strip off his own clothes along the way. JC climbed on the bed and let Joey look.
JC was long and sleek. His brown curls framed his face and those piercing blue eyes were full of heat. His hips were slim yet powerful. Joey’s eyes gazed down and there was JC’s cock hard and jutting, already dripping at the tip. There was the urge again to touch. And lick. Joey moved towards JC slowly.
“Wait.”
Joey stopped in his tracks.
“I want to watch you strip. For me. You’re beautiful.”
He expected to feel self-conscious as he stripped off his shirt followed by his pants and boxers but, as JC stared at him with hunger in his eyes, he’d never felt more wanted. JC’s eyes devoured him, looking him up and down with a desire that Joey knew much have mirrored his own. He climbed on the bed, leaning over JC to kiss him greedily. His hair. His smell. His taste. It was intoxicating. JC pulled Joey towards him and his breath hitched as he felt their erections rub against each other. His nerve endings were on fire as his cock pulsed nearing release.
Joey pulled away from JC slowly and looked at his friend who was trying to catch his breath. “I want to touch you. I…can I?”
JC grinned slowly and took Joey’s hand in his own. Slowly he guided Joey’s hand between his legs and placed it around his cock. Joey watched; his eyes fixed on his hand, as he began to slowly stroke JC. It was a new feeling, and yet surprisingly familiar. He looked up at JC and was awed by JC’s light breathy sighs, the way his teeth tugged at his lower lip, and his eyelids fluttered. The ability to elicit this reaction from JC emboldened Joey. He reached down with his free hand and tugged slightly at JC’s balls.
“Oh.” JC was panting. “Oh. Oh, Joe. I need…touch me.” He reached down and pulled Joey’s hand towards his mouth and swirled his tongue around two of Joey’s fingers as he spread his legs just a bit. “You can. Touch me.”
Joey reached down and placed a finger against the tight ring of muscle. It was so tight. Joey pressed lightly.
“C, I don’t want to hurt-“
“I’m good. It’s good. Just-“
JC moaned as Joey pressed one finger inside him. It was tight and hot and Joey needed to get used to the sensation as much as JC did. He moved his finger slowly and felt JC’s body accommodating him. Feeling braver still, he removed his finger and slid in again, this time adding a second digit. JC was moving his hips in rhythm with his fingers and the sight made Joey groan. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck someone so badly.
“Jayce, can I? Are you ready?”
“Yes. I’m…yes.”
Reluctantly, Joey removed his fingers and moved towards the nightstand. He was well stocked on condoms but that was it.
“I have condoms.”
I have condoms. Even as he said the words he knew how silly he sounded but he hoped JC got the point.
“We’ll make it work. Come here.”
JC pulled Joey towards him and slipped the condom down over Joey’s shaft. He leaned in and took Joey in his mouth. Licking. Sucking. Heat. Before he could process the sensation, JC was pulling away, lying back on the bed. His legs were spread, knees up.
“You can fuck me now, Joey.”
Joey leaned in towards JC and, as he pressed himself into JC, licked a long, slow line up JC’s neck. Fuck. Tight. And heat. Joey could barely think as he began long slow thrusts. He heard a whimper. And then a moan. But he couldn’t tell which one of them was making the sounds. Maybe both of them.
Joey ran his hands up JC’s body as pulled out and pushed in again, using a bit more force this time. He pulled JC’s arms up over his head and drew his fingers up JC’s arms. As his hands pulled over JC’s wrists, he felt JC’s hips buck and thrust up towards him.
“Is that what you like, C?”
Encouraged by the fire in JC’s eyes and his slow moan of approval, Joey pulled JC’s arms together and held his wrists firmly over his head. The whimpered response was almost enough to send Joey over the edge.
“Harder. Hold me harder. Fuck me harder.”
Joey couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. He thrust in and out, hard, fast, holding on to JC’s wrists, using them as leverage.
“Such a pretty, boy.”
That was all it took. JC was coming with wild force, clenching his muscles around Joey and, instantly, Joey was coming with JC’s name on his lips.
Joey caught his breath and looked at his friend.
This was right. It was new and there were still things that Joey had to figure out but he knew this was where he should be. He knew it as he pulled out and instantly missed the warmth. He knew it as he released JC’s wrists and was pulled down into a warm hug. And he knew it as they fell asleep wrapped together in what felt like a perfect fit.
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kachera and we discovered a shared love for all that is JoeC. And a challenge was born. JoeC. The infamous wax!JC lick. Arms. Held. Yum.Huge amounts of gratitude to
hammerhead22 and without_me for the beta. It was invaluable.So here it is. Enjoy.
Lick
Joey knew things were coming to a head. He knew it as soon as he arrived at the radio station, although, if he had really thought things through, he would have realized it when he made the decision to join JC for the interview in the first place.
Nothing had been verbalized. Not yet. But everything had been insinuated, intimated and implied. There was a shift in the air and Joey knew that JC felt it as much as he did. He’d heard it in JC’s voice when he invited Joey out to LA for the interview.
“Why don’t you just come out on Tuesday night? You can hit the station with me, meet Dallas…whatever. It’s just been a while and…I don’t know…just come.”
When he actually thought about it, Joey could even pinpoint when the change began. And, for that, he’d have to blame Lance. It was Lance’s departure that created something new and deeper between Joey and JC. Joey was the closest to Lance and JC was the biggest worrier so it wasn’t surprising that Joey’s phone would ring at 3am when JC woke up sweating, images of explosions and O-rings and space creatures fresh in his mind.
Now Joey was in the KIIS studios with JC wondering what exactly he was thinking when he threw on his “Orgasm Donor” t-shirt and why he blushed when JC gazed at the words before looking at Joey long and hard. He found himself listening to this unbelievable song that JC had written which was really just pure sex and, when asked about it, could only say, “It’s alright.” And, as they left the studio for the Fredrick’s of Hollywood party, he found himself stealing glances at JC and wanting to lick.
The party was a typical LA event-- enough celebrities to keep the media attentive, and enough free liquor to keep the celebrities happy. It was a relaxing night and, by the time Joey found himself alone on the balcony with JC, they’d both made more than a few trips to the bar.
“Glad you made it out, Joe.” JC took a step closer to Joey and leaned over the metal railing to look out over the cliff below. “It’s been too long since we’ve really spent time together. I missed you.”
“Yeah, man. We need to—“Joey paused as JC’s hand covered his. Was it possible for everything to feel so still and so alive all in the same moment? A step closer. A touch. It was soft and tentative. A slight brush of lips and the faintest touch of tongues meeting for the first time. The smooth touch of JC’s lips seemed a sharp contrast to his day old stubble and Joey was lost in the sensation.
As soon as it began, it was over. JC’s eyes were full of questions and hope but, before either man could speak, they were interrupted by Carlos and Tara.
“Hey Dude. Tara and I are heading back to the house. You guy’s coming?”
“I’m, uh, kind of faded and I’ve got those two shows to tape tomorrow. I think I’m just gonna get back to the hotel.” The words were out before Joey even knew what he was saying. He glanced at JC quickly and saw a look in his eyes that was somewhere between confused and hurt. Joey didn’t understand what had happened in the last 60 seconds but all of a sudden his chest was tight and he was filled with a sense of panic urging him to run. He just had to get out of there, away from the sound of JC calling his name in puzzlement, away from the realization of what had just happened and, most important, away from any possibility of it happening again before he could process it all. Suddenly it was all too much and Joey needed to think. Or, at the very least, drink some more in the solitude of his hotel room.
Weeks passed. Five weeks to be exact. Five weeks and Joey still hadn’t spoken to JC. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about talking to JC. In fact,except when he was on stage, it was pretty much all Joey thought about. His days and nights were peppered with thoughts of calling JC and apologizing for running away like a scared child. He replayed the night over and over again in his mind, each time ending the night in bed with JC where he could lick and taste and touch for hours. And yet, he couldn’t get up the nerve to return any of the seven phone messages that JC left for him. It just wasn’t that easy.
Wanting JC meant so much. It was JC. And Joey wanted him. JC. One of his best friends. One of his best male friends. JC. And Joey was straight. Everyone knew that. Of all of them, Joey was the straightest. He loved women the most. He needed women. Big tits. Small tits. It didn’t matter as long as it was attractive and female. So, Joey was just confused. Because he certainly wasn’t attracted to JC.
By late Tuesday night, all five members of ‘Nsync were in New York. Originally, they had planned to meet up at Suede following Joey’s show, but schedules got hectic and, as things turned out, they wouldn’t see each other until just before the Madame Tussaud’s event.
Joey arrived at the hotel on Wednesday evening to find Justin, Lance and JC already there. He gave bear hugs to Justin and Lance who were deep in conversation about album sales, finally making his way over to the bar where JC was standing, nursing what looked like a very stiff drink. Joey couldn’t help but notice how good JC looked. Camouflage pants. Dark shirt. And the hair. Joey couldn’t get enough of JC’s lion’s mane. It was just begging to be grabbed…tugged.
“Hey.” Joey didn’t quite know what to say to break the ice. He knew he wanted to fix things but the question was, “how?” What did he want and since when did just the sight of JC have the power to both terrify and excite him all at once?
“Hey.”
“Look, I’m really sorry I didn’t-“
“Forget it, man. I get it. Friends. We’re good. ‘Nuff said.”
Okay then.
JC embraced Joey in a way that made it clear all was forgotten and they were, once again, best friends. But, Joey wondered as he hugged JC back, why wasn’t he filled with relief and why the hell did he still want to lick JC?
The press was all over them at the museum. It was a fairly intimate affair but you would never know it by looking at the cameras and the flashbulbs. It had been months since they had made a public appearance together and the media was eating it up.
To be honest, they were having a great time. It was comforting to be together again and, although Joey had known he missed it, he didn’t realize just how much until they were once again settled into their old familiar patterns. Besides, wax!Nysnc was much more fun than any of them could have imagined. They wax figures were just so…life like. Joey was amazed. Justin was standing to his left. And to his right. Simultaneously. And he swore that, if he just used his peripheral vision, he wouldn’t know which one was real.
A little while later Joey found himself standing in front of wax!JC watching the real thing as he approached and, damn, there went the adrenaline again. Joey didn’t understand this urge he had but it was overwhelming and he didn’t know how he could possibly make it though the evening if he didn’t have a chance to run his tongue up JC’s perfectly sculpted face.
So he did.
Joey leaned in and licked JC’s face just as he had been fantasizing about.
Long and slow right up the side of JC’s cheek.
Only it wasn’t JC. It was the wax replica of JC. In the moment, it had seemed to make sense and of course none of the TV cameras caught it on film. If they did, they’d understand it was a joke, because it was, right? And why was JC looking at him like that? He should laugh and play it off immediately but the moment was escaping him. All of a sudden it was hard to breathe so he smiled faintly and tried to make eye contact with JC because, yes, he did just lick wax!JC. He knew that JC knew that it was a bit more than a joke and suddenly JC was right in front of him leaning in to say something.
But it was more of a snarl.
“Make up your fucking mind, Joe. This isn’t a game.”
And with that, JC was gone.
Joey had been sighing all night and it was obviously starting to irritate his friends. As anyone knew him would expect, when they left the museum he headed for Suede. Tonight was a private party and Justin and Chris were both annoyed that Joey’s foul mood was interfering with the party vibe.
Joey, for his part, just wanted to know how things got so fucked up and confusing and, on top of it all, where the hell was JC?
“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you tonight? This is your thing. Get a damn drink and chill the fuck out.” Yeah, Chris was irritated.
“Sorry. I’m just…so, where do you think JC is? I thought he was going to show. I thought the plan was that we’d all be here tonight.”
“So I assume you’re also wondering where Lance is?”
“Lance?”
“Yes, Lance. ‘Nsync member. One of your best friends? Your daughter’s godfather? Take a look around. He’s not here either. But, okay, fine. I’ll bite. I don’t know where C decided to go tonight. Him being a big boy and all, I’m not keeping track.”
“Hey guys,” Justin said as he slid up to join the conversation, “we’re gonna take off and hit another club. Interested? And, Joey, I think you need another drink. You look seriously stressed.”
“He’s just wondering where JC is.”
“Shut the fuck up, Chris. I’m not in the mood.”
“And now RENT boy is getting pissy.”
“Chris, Joey knows why JC isn’t here.”
“What do you know, Justin?”
“I know.”
“Huh?”
“I know.”
“Oh.”
“Look, I’m not going to get involved in your little soap opera but you need to figure out what the hell you want and stick with it or you really are going to fuck things up with C and he’s not going to be so quick to forgive and forget. Now I’m going. I’ve got some drinking to do.”
Joey watched Justin walk away and barely heard Chris yelling at him in the background as he went to collect his things. Justin was right. He had to find JC. As he walked off, he heard Chris still whining, “But Joey! Really. I don’t know. Why don’t I know? Does Lance know? Damn it, Joey.”
Joey grabbed his jacket and walked over to Pete who was by the door, talking to Dre and Todd.
”Pete, you know where JC is tonight?”
”I can find out with a phone call.”
“Good. We’re going. Now.”
It turned out that JC was at a club just a couple of blocks away, which gave Joey less time to collect his thoughts than he’d anticipated. He knew he’d fucked up. Somehow. Okay, he knew how. But he didn’t know if he was prepared to deal with this. Or if it was too late to repair things. But he wanted to try. Because he wanted JC. And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as straight as he’d been telling himself. And maybe that didn’t matter because it appeared that JC might want him too and that was a hell of a lot better than fucking this up over self-imposed labels.
Walking into the club, he spotted JC in a corner with Dallas and Carlos. They were laughing and moving with, but not quite dancing to, the music. Nothing to lose. Now or never. Be a man. Joey kept repeating these phrases over and over as he made his way towards JC.
JC spotted Joey just as he approached their small group and, in JC’s eyes, Joey could see an overflow of emotion- surprise, confusion, and, maybe, hope.
“Joey.”
Joey took JC by the wrist and pulled him away from the prying eyes and ears of his friends.
“Joey. What are you doing? You can’t just barge in here and--“
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“Shut. Up. You are going to listen to me and, if you want to walk away when I’m through saying what I need to say, I’ll let you go.” Joey didn’t know where this was coming from but he was determined to do this right.
“I’m sorry, C. I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have left LA like that. That night. I should have left with you and taken you home and made it right and figured this out. Because this should happen.”
Joey paused to gauge JC’s reaction. He wasn’t saying anything and his expression was hard to read but he wasn’t leaving either.
Joey continued, “I want you, C.” Joey stopped. He stopped to let what he said sink in, as much for himself as for JC.
And then JC was moving closer, cautiously. He put his hand tentatively on Joey’s hip and leaned in, but his voice and his words were serious. “I meant it when I said this isn’t a game, Joey. You have to mean it. And you have to be okay with it.”
“JC, I promise you that this isn’t a game. Just come with me now and we’ll make this okay.” Joey took JC’s hand. “Just come with me.”
JC followed Joey silently as the climbed out of the car and entered Joey’s apartment building. Both painfully hard and nervous, Joey felt like he was 16 years old again.
Standing inside his apartment, Joey gazed at JC with trepidation and awe. He wanted this desperately but, now that it was about to happen, much of the confidence he’d had in the club evaporated. JC must have sensed Joey’s nerves because he reached up and, touching his face softly, asked, “You sure, Joe?” Silently, Joey answered the question by lightly pressing his lips to JC’s. It was almost too much to bear when he heard JC let out a small moan.
“I want this. You. I just,” Joey paused, “I just need to learn my way.” Joey shrugged shyly. “It’s new.”
“Well, I’m an excellent teacher.”
Silently, Joey led JC to the bedroom. There was a dim light on the nightstand by the bed and, in the light, Joey would swear that JC was glowing. He leaned in to taste, and this time, the kiss was more persistent, more demanding. He felt JC’s lips part and shivered as his tongue touched JC’s. Pressing himself to JC, fisting his hair in one hand, he could feel how hard JC was. JC’s erection was pressing insistently against his thigh and, for a brief moment, Joey broke the kiss as he got used to the feeling of another man pressed against him.
JC sighed softly and leaned in to nip at Joey’s neck as he reached one hand under Joey’s shirt. Joey felt JC’s hands swirling around his abdomen moving higher in small strokes until his fingers grazed an already hard nipple. Joey gasped as JC rolled the tight bud between his fingers and reached down to cup Joey’s cock through his, now extremely constricting, pants. He could hardly breath as he felt JC’s hot breath in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Joe. I want this,” he said as he squeezed Joey’s erection tightly, “inside me. Do you think you can handle that?”
“God, C. So…hot.” Joey was used to being in control but suddenly he loved just how out of control he felt. JC led him to the bed managing to strip off his own clothes along the way. JC climbed on the bed and let Joey look.
JC was long and sleek. His brown curls framed his face and those piercing blue eyes were full of heat. His hips were slim yet powerful. Joey’s eyes gazed down and there was JC’s cock hard and jutting, already dripping at the tip. There was the urge again to touch. And lick. Joey moved towards JC slowly.
“Wait.”
Joey stopped in his tracks.
“I want to watch you strip. For me. You’re beautiful.”
He expected to feel self-conscious as he stripped off his shirt followed by his pants and boxers but, as JC stared at him with hunger in his eyes, he’d never felt more wanted. JC’s eyes devoured him, looking him up and down with a desire that Joey knew much have mirrored his own. He climbed on the bed, leaning over JC to kiss him greedily. His hair. His smell. His taste. It was intoxicating. JC pulled Joey towards him and his breath hitched as he felt their erections rub against each other. His nerve endings were on fire as his cock pulsed nearing release.
Joey pulled away from JC slowly and looked at his friend who was trying to catch his breath. “I want to touch you. I…can I?”
JC grinned slowly and took Joey’s hand in his own. Slowly he guided Joey’s hand between his legs and placed it around his cock. Joey watched; his eyes fixed on his hand, as he began to slowly stroke JC. It was a new feeling, and yet surprisingly familiar. He looked up at JC and was awed by JC’s light breathy sighs, the way his teeth tugged at his lower lip, and his eyelids fluttered. The ability to elicit this reaction from JC emboldened Joey. He reached down with his free hand and tugged slightly at JC’s balls.
“Oh.” JC was panting. “Oh. Oh, Joe. I need…touch me.” He reached down and pulled Joey’s hand towards his mouth and swirled his tongue around two of Joey’s fingers as he spread his legs just a bit. “You can. Touch me.”
Joey reached down and placed a finger against the tight ring of muscle. It was so tight. Joey pressed lightly.
“C, I don’t want to hurt-“
“I’m good. It’s good. Just-“
JC moaned as Joey pressed one finger inside him. It was tight and hot and Joey needed to get used to the sensation as much as JC did. He moved his finger slowly and felt JC’s body accommodating him. Feeling braver still, he removed his finger and slid in again, this time adding a second digit. JC was moving his hips in rhythm with his fingers and the sight made Joey groan. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck someone so badly.
“Jayce, can I? Are you ready?”
“Yes. I’m…yes.”
Reluctantly, Joey removed his fingers and moved towards the nightstand. He was well stocked on condoms but that was it.
“I have condoms.”
I have condoms. Even as he said the words he knew how silly he sounded but he hoped JC got the point.
“We’ll make it work. Come here.”
JC pulled Joey towards him and slipped the condom down over Joey’s shaft. He leaned in and took Joey in his mouth. Licking. Sucking. Heat. Before he could process the sensation, JC was pulling away, lying back on the bed. His legs were spread, knees up.
“You can fuck me now, Joey.”
Joey leaned in towards JC and, as he pressed himself into JC, licked a long, slow line up JC’s neck. Fuck. Tight. And heat. Joey could barely think as he began long slow thrusts. He heard a whimper. And then a moan. But he couldn’t tell which one of them was making the sounds. Maybe both of them.
Joey ran his hands up JC’s body as pulled out and pushed in again, using a bit more force this time. He pulled JC’s arms up over his head and drew his fingers up JC’s arms. As his hands pulled over JC’s wrists, he felt JC’s hips buck and thrust up towards him.
“Is that what you like, C?”
Encouraged by the fire in JC’s eyes and his slow moan of approval, Joey pulled JC’s arms together and held his wrists firmly over his head. The whimpered response was almost enough to send Joey over the edge.
“Harder. Hold me harder. Fuck me harder.”
Joey couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. He thrust in and out, hard, fast, holding on to JC’s wrists, using them as leverage.
“Such a pretty, boy.”
That was all it took. JC was coming with wild force, clenching his muscles around Joey and, instantly, Joey was coming with JC’s name on his lips.
Joey caught his breath and looked at his friend.
This was right. It was new and there were still things that Joey had to figure out but he knew this was where he should be. He knew it as he pulled out and instantly missed the warmth. He knew it as he released JC’s wrists and was pulled down into a warm hug. And he knew it as they fell asleep wrapped together in what felt like a perfect fit.
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