Obligatory Disclaimer: Don't own Nsync, wouldn't want too. I'm just sending this in in order to see how the formatting is going to work out. I've got bigger things planned out. Finally, this story is written in a world without STDs, so in real life, please use protection kiddies.
The Set Up: Joshua it working late hours at his office job and Justin doesn't like it. His birthday is coming up though.
CREEEAAAK
"How excruciating." I thought as I entered, "The sound of a door slowly hinging open, creaking and unhinging and what have you, and all you want to do is just get in your apartment without waking any one up."
CREEEEEAAK
"It's even worse when it closes."
I haplessly clattered about in the dark, like I had so many nights. It was unfair to Justin, I know. He often complained of how I was more in love with
my job than I was with him, or of how he was being neglected. I was inclined to agree. Every night, I would end up working overtime, and I would
get home, stumble around in the dark for a little bit, squirm out of my tie
and pants, and then plop next to his sleeping body in bed. It was unfair to
both of us. If he only knew that I was thinking about him all the time I'm
at the office. It was getting to the point where I couldn't stand the sight
of my cubicle for the knowledge that I was going to spend the day pining for
Justin. Lusting after your boyfriend is great for the relationship, but not
if you haven't the time to express how much you desire him. I even had good
news to tell him tonight, but that would have to wait for another time, for I was sure he was asleep like every other night.
CRASH
"Shit!!!" I ejaculated, grabbing my knee, now sore from some invisible coffee table or chair or whatever. Sensations are stronger when you can't see.
The lights clicked on.
"Y'know, turning on the lights helps with the whole bumping into inanimate objects thing." Justin said, his finger still on the switch.
"Hey darling." I said. The pain in my knee was subsiding already. Justin had that effect on me.
"Hi stranger." Justin said as he traversed the room: a smile plastered across his face.
"I'm sorry baby, I promise I'll be home more. I was going to tell you tomorrow, but, well, I got promoted. Isn't that great?" I clumsily put down
my briefcase and jacket.
"Great." he said in somewhat weak voice. Justin was, and still is, a horrible liar.
I grabbed his hips and pulled them into mine. "It's a position that will get me more free time."
"Better." he said, this time sincerely. He reached for my tie, playing with at first. "Hmm, what am I going to do with you Josh? You are such a workaholic."
"I'm not that bad." I defended.
"Is that so?" he said as he loosened my tie. "Then you did realize today was your birthday, of course."
"Err."
"I thought so." He said smugly. "Come on. I've been waiting for this."
He took me by the hand into our bedroom. The atmosphere of the room immediately overtook me. Could this be the same room that I left this morning? It had been the picture of the perfect, sterile, boring cube of minimalism, but now it was downright dreamy.
"Whoa." I understated. "Candles?" I asked.
"What ever sets the mood." Justin said as he left the room. "I'll be right back."
So I stood in this new, yet deeply inviting room. This was what I love about him. I never knew what he was up to, except it was always something wonderful.
My senses soaked in the whole of the room. Something sweet wafted into my nostrils. "Hmm, something fruity? Apple? No. Strawberry." I noticed the lush satin sheets. "Justin has really gone all out for this." And the candles, oh the candles were just perfect. The lights were off, and the soft
luminous aura of each flame covered the room in a dreamlike haze.
"It's your birthday, so I'm expecting you in your birthday suit." Justin's disembodied voice sang from across the apartment.
Of course, I jumped up and down all around the room like an idiot as I peeled off my pants. Come on, come on. Get off! I was trying to yank my pants off with one hand and rip my shirt off with the other. The pants were about at my knees when I tripped and fell over like the clod I am.
"What are you doing?" Justin said as he walked in, completely naked and with a box of strawberry ice cream.
"Nothing." I said as I looked at him from the floor.
"C'mon," he said, pulling me off the floor, "I've been waiting for this."
"Oh, if you only knew how badly I've wanted you." I dropped to my knees so hard I feared I might have woken one of the neighbors, but only for a second. I grabbed his pelvis and greedily buried my face in his thick pubic hair. It had been so long since I had a chance to tell him I love him like this. I rolled him around in my mouth, desperate to make him moan for more. I held his cock tightly in my mouth, aroused by the way his muscles tensed as I did this.
His voice let out exquisite moans as his eyes slowly closed. "No, oh fuck, no, oh shit, wait, OOOH, NO WAIT!" He pushed me off, and I simply looked up at him, his body still heaving from my brief but sudden assault. "No, no, no. This is your birthday, and were taking it slow."
He took me by the hand, and lead me the heavily furnished bed, lying me down gently. Justin then finished what I started and took off my shirt and pants, gently nibbling on my nipples as he went.
"I love you so fucking much Josh." he told me. He then produced a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and took my wrists to cuff them behind me. I didn't
say a word; Justin taking advantage of me is not even a possibility in my mind, and like I said, I like not quite knowing what he is going to do next. He reached down by the side of the bed to get the box of ice cream. He playfully raised his eyebrows and flashed his incredibly sexy smile of his. I like strawberry ice cream, I mean really, really like it and he knew it. Slowly he fed me the ice cream, stopping every now and then to get a bite for himself. Sometimes he teased me, making me chase the ice cream in air as he waved the spoon around. I loved it.
"You know when you're the sexiest to me?" Justin asked.
"When?" I replied with a smile.
"When you're about to come. I love the way your muscles tense, I love how you slowly draw your head back and close your eyes. I love the look of sweat on your body, and how when we really start going at it, it drips off you cheek. I love how you whimper like a baby when we're being gentle with each other, and how you grit your teeth and growl like a fucking tiger when we're rough. Most of all, I love how you shiver and hold me even tighter when you cum. That's when I want you the most."
"I live but to serve." I chuckled.
He took the spoon, which was still ice cold and covered in wet ice cream residue, and ran it oh so slowly over my chest, making sure he got my nipples. I couldn't help but let out a hoarse sigh.
"Before the night is over, you're going to be whimpering and growling." he said.
"And begging for more." I added.
He leaned forward and began licking off the ice cream like a cat. He was so intently licking me I began to wonder if he tasted more of me than the strawberry. He went back to line of warm saliva he left across my chest and blew on it, reintroducing my flesh to the cold. Again, my moans told him he was doing something right. He looked at me with a smile.
"Sensations become even stronger when you can't see." he whispered. I closed my eyes as he tied the knot on the blindfold at the back of my head.
Again, I felt the ice cold spoon gently caressing parts of my body, always followed by the warm pressure of his tongue. Over and over again, his tongue sampled my flesh, my neck, my stomach, my shoulders, the inside of my thighs. He would break his own rules and just lick me, or run the spoon over me, letting me think he'd forgotten about it, only to return to it minutes later, or just overwhelm me by using his hot tongue and that freezing spoon at the same time. Each time was a jolt of lightning in the dark, and I jumped every time he treated my body with this wonderful little game. I was slowly succumbing to his intoxicatingly seductive spell; with my eyes blinded, I was left with my four other senses which Justin had taken great care to entice. The sweet strawberry scent now dominated my nose, and the flavor of ice cream was still lingering on my tongue, and Justin knew the sound of his lips gently pecking on my skin was music to my ears. My nerves were more raw by the second, and everything was vibrant. The darting of his tongue and the feather touch of his fingers, and the wet, cold spoon were all making my body buzz. I shifted down, lying completely on my back, my mind slowly becoming nothing but sensation.
And suddenly he stopped. All I could feel was a pang of panic, but that was quickly subdued by the familiar heat of his breath was at my ear. He hovered over my body, and the slight touch of his cock to mine was already enough to send me to the edge.
"Time to growl." He then got off me and spread my legs apart.
Immediately, I felt his strong hands claim my hips and lift my pelvis up into the air, taking all of my back and most of the shoulder of the bed, leaving only my head on the pillow. Justin then began eating my ass like it was some feedbag. He was ravaging it without mercy. I could feel teeth slightly scratching the rim of my hole and his entire face pushed harder into it. His tongues, as if though possessed, licked and prodded and I think even spiraled its way in. He embraced my waist, push his face further into my ass, my penis probably waving in the air like some antenna. Soon my entire inverted helpless body was squirming as much as his tongue.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!" I yelled, finally vocalizing my sensation.
Seemingly taking that as a cue, he let go and my tingling ass landed on the bed with a thump. The suddenness shocked me, and instinctively brought my head up, as if to see what happened. Justin's right hand craned around to the back of my head and kept it in that position and I felt his shoulders coming up underneath my knees. He was going to fuck me.
His head pierced my ass, and he began humping me like an animal. My body was flushed with sweat as he slammed into me again and again. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass, and his other hand started playing with my nipples. The utter joy of him impaling me on his cock my body buck in unison with his, my ass begging for more. He clenched my flailing cock in his vice like fist and started pumping like a mad man. My spine contorted in anticipation of what was coming, and as ordained, I started growling. My skin was hot to the touch and his body burned mine, sweat lubricating our friction.
"I love you Josh."
"I love you Justin."
He was bringing me closer and closer, faster than I could handle.
"I know you so well Josh. So well."
I bit my lip in anguish, a breath from the point of no return.
"I even know when to stop." And he did.
I chuckled weakly to myself, partially out of how right he was, and partially because he chose now of all times to demonstrate how right he was. Playfully, or maliciously (depending on how one looks at it) he jerked my cock in a very slow deliberate manner and I wavered pathetically like a leaf in the wave.
"Ahhh....ahhh..." I looked like as if I was on the verge of crying, I was so completely at his whim. But he wasn't worried that I was going to cry at all. He was grinning. I couldn't see it, but damn if he wasn't grinning his ass off.
Suddenly, again, I felt ice cold metal make it's way from the center of my chest down my stomach. My body, now sizzling with sweat and more sensitive than ever, jeered away from the spoon. Totally taken by surprise, I tried to moan, but only managed a silent whimper. Amazing how something that had previously seemed so overwhelming now seemed so excruciatingly slow. The spoon eventually encountered my twitching penis, and the sheer coldness made my entire body arch off the bed as I let out a tortured cry.
The next thing I know, I felt my lover's lips enveloping the tip of my penis. Slowly but surely he was going down on me, but there was something new. Justin had put a small scoop of ice cream in his mouth, and it was being pressed against the bottom of my shaft. Not wanting to deny the rest of cock the sensation, he rolled my penis and the ice cream around, and soon it was like my shaft was coated in it. He rapidly throttled back, sending chills coursing through my cock, up the base, and into my gut. My one true love took his time deep throating me, all the while the delicious contradiction of the cold treat in his warm, wet mouth drove me insane. He continued sucking me, and slowly, almost painfully the ice cream evaporated off my dick leaving only the fire welling up in my loins.
"JUSTIN!!!"
The force of my release amazed me. Every muscled tensed and my orgasm coursed through my being like a laser. I shot my jism into Justin's eager mouth, and he sucked even harder, making sure that my balls were spent. I screamed his name again and again as I thrashed about in bed.
"Justin, Justin, oh-" I panted, " Justin."
"Oh Josh baby." He kissed me on the forehead and took off my blindfold.
"Thank you." I tried to stifle a post-orgasm shudder.
"My pleasure." he laughed as he undid my handcuffs.
"Oh you're so good to me." We embraced each other, lying on our sides in bed. A few more tremors shook my still recovering body, and then it dawned on me. "Wait, you didn't get to come yet did you?"
"No, but that's alright. It's your birth- Oh fuck."
Too late, I was already on his dick. This was the least I could do after all he had given me tonight. I let out sloppy slurping noises, knowing that Justin was already close from royally screwing my ass.
"Oh baby." he moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair. I sneaked a finger into his backdoor and the results were immediate.
I held him down as body kicked up from the orgasm. I lapped all his cum like a dog, reveling in the familiar taste of it.
I lied next to him, our now soft cocks pressed firmly against each other. I nuzzled my head onto his neck and kissed it. The smell of our sweat easily overpowered the scent of strawberry.
"You smell so sexy like that." I said.
"You too. Happy birthday Josh."
"I love you."
We kissed and fell asleep in each other's arm.
Authors Note: Like I said, this really isn't what I have planned, this is more just for me to see how formatting works here. The real story I have planned will actually have few sex scenes if any. But hopefully the humore will make up for that. Anyway, Read and Reply to kyosuke@planetout.com, kyosuke@gaywired.com or psuban1@uic.edu. And no, my name is not kyosuke!