It Happened One Summer (5/?) By: LD Griffin and Jess Rating: R to NC-17 Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com (LD's address) or XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address)
Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The fifth chapter is written by LD, edited by Jess. Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it.
Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you:
The thumping music blared in the crowded club as the beat pumped its way through all of Justin's veins. Looking up at the DJ, he smirked and winked his left eye. The jockey smiled a knowing smile and changed the record on the second turn table, preparing a slightly different song.
The last drum stanza faded into the darkness and a hypnotic melody began to float throughout the air, surrounding the dancers in a harmonic cocoon. Justin pressed his body up against a stranger and began to grind up against their hardened torso. Wrapping his arms around the others back and drawing their body in closer to his, he cocked his head slightly to the side and motioned to a door at the other side of the room.
The stranger's mouth opened in surprise but shut tightly when he felt Justin's hands slowly and methodically massage his growing bulge. Taking Justin's hand in his own, he pulled Justin towards the door and stepped inside the darkened closet, lost in their own world.
JC sat cross-legged on the barstool that was pulled out a ways from his kitchen's center island. Looking over at the oven clock, he sighed, noting that it was 11:45 at night. The sound of Jay Leno cracking another political joke could be heard softly in the background as JC picked up the phone and hit the number two on his speed dial.
"Hello...?"
"Hey Ann."
"JC you better have a fucking good reason to be calling me at 11:45 on a Tuesday night during the summer!"
"Why, is there someone there?"
"Well, no...but there could have been!"
"I see."
"You still better have an amazing God damn reason. I was trying to sleep."
"You always say that. But I do have a point for calling. Am I crazy?"
"Yes."
"No, seriously..."
"I am being serious. You're calling your best friend on the night you're supposed to be having fantastic and wild monkey sex remember?"
"That's what I mean. Am I crazy for setting this whole thing up with Q?"
"Yes. Didn't Joey and I both tell you that it's not a good idea? But no, the almighty psychology master decides that he doesn't need his closest friends' guidance anymore."
"Well, actually Joey told me that he was glad I was at least getting laid. You were the only one who told me flat out it wasn't a good idea."
"Okay, so I might have to work alone on this one, but seriously Jace, he's well...oh forget it; I don't care. How's everything else?"
"You mean with the new job?"
"Of course, that's the only other semi-interesting thing going on in your boring life."
"Ouch, that hurts, Annie, straight to the heart." JC laughed, standing up from the stool and walking over to his bedroom.
"Last time I checked, nothing was straight as far as you are concerned."
"Since when is it "Pick on JC" night? I called for some advice; I don't need to be the new subject on Laugh In."
"Ha bloody ha. Seriously though, are you ready? School starts for you in early August."
"It's not even the end of May yet, but to answer your question, these schedules are already bringing me down. I didn't know high school seniors could be so, well...so disorganized."
"Yeah, well, not all of us were perfect like you...I guess karma has taken it's toll; you will now experience how the other 99.9% of American teenagers live."
"I take it you know from experience? What are you now, 15?"
"Oh just shove it Chasez."
"Only up the nonexistent Q's ass."
"Okay, WAY too much information."
"Yes! Score one for the underdog, Miss Prissy is knocked out cold!"
"You are such a bastard."
"But you know you love me."
"Well, I used to...but after that I don't know....hold on, Miss Prissy?"
"Well, I could have used another word..."
"Okay, that is it. I am hanging up the phone on your horny ass. Go jack off into a pillow or something."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later."
"Eat me."
"I don't swing that way remember? Night Annie."
"Night lover boy."
JC tossed the phone receiver down on his bed as he stripped down to his boxers. Leaning over, he picked up his dirty clothes and tossed them into the closet haphazardly, not caring where they ended up. He jerked down his covers roughly, slipping under the sheets fast and then burrowing himself underneath them.
"You've been stood up, Chasez. Never fails."
Closing his eyes, he fell asleep the minute his tired head hit the pillow.
"Shit, baby, you made me come so hard." The stranger started to run his hands through Justin's tousled curls.
"That'll be an extra hundred, man; I sure as fuck don't go for round two for free."
Justin moved away and stood up straight, wiping his mouth off with the back of his left wrist. He caught a glimpse of the time, 12:25 in the morning, as his hand fell back down to his side.
'Fuck,' he thought to himself.
The stranger zipped up his pants and then pulled out his wallet. Reaching inside, he handed Justin one bill and then put the billfold back into his chinos.
"Two hundred for the entire ride it is."
The stranger walked out of the room, turning to look at Justin one more time before he closed the door behind him. Justin quickly slipped the money into his pocket and then as fast as possible exited the place.
Walking to the front of the club, he raised his hand to hail a cab and then through himself in the back-seat of the first one that came to him.
"Where to?"
JC awoke to loud banging on his front door. Turning his head and looking over at the clock, he saw that it was almost one in the morning.
"I'm coming," he screamed, groggily, as he dragged himself out of bed and to into the living room.
The knocking got louder and more persistent as he neared the door. Without looking through the peep hole, he yanked the door open and had his head to the ground.
"What in fuck do you want at this time in the morning?"
"JC?"
JC looked up at the person standing in his door and his eyes grew big.
"Q?"
"Who else would it be? If I remember right, we did have an appointment this evening."
"It's almost one in the morning. Where the fuck have you been for the last, oh I don't know, entire evening."
"Tsk tsk. Poor little JC didn't pay attention to the details. I didn't tell you when I was going to be over, that's where the element of surprise comes in. Besides, the night is young."
Justin smirked at JC knowingly, and then leaned in close to whisper in JC's ear.
"And unless my eyes deceive me, and they never have before, it looks like you just might be happy to see me after all."
JC bit back his tongue and backed away slightly from the door as Justin reached around front and cupped the hard-on that had formed the minute he saw who was standing on his threshold.
"My, my JC. What do we have here?"
Stepping into the apartment and slamming the door tightly behind him, Justin got down on his knees and licked at JC's erection through the cotton fabric that encased it.
JC moaned loud and gritted his teeth, "Bedroom. Now."
Smiling as he licked one last tantalizing time at the boxers, Justin got up and followed JC back into the bedroom.
"Oh, it looks like I woke someone up. So sorry, should I come back again another time?"
"Don't you fucking dare." JC managed to stammer out, before he pushed Justin back onto the bed.
"Feisty tonight aren't we?" Justin looked up into JC's eyes and grinned at the lust written across all of JC's face.
"I am going to fuck your brains out, whether you like it or not."
"Is that a threat?"
"Q, you tell me."
"Go right ahead. Who knows, maybe this time, I might even like it."
JC stripped Justin down until he was completely naked, throwing the clothes all over his bedroom floor and then jerking his boxers down as the last afterthought.
"Oh you'll like it alright. You're going to God damn love it."
Reaching his hand to the nightstand, he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. JC tore off the condom rapper with his mouth, and proceeded to cautiously but quickly slide the latex over his erect cock. He unscrewed the cap off the lube and squirted a more then generous amount into this awaiting hand. Running it up and down his shaft, he moaned into the air and then used the last little bit to rub around Justin's asshole. Sticking one finger inside, he gently probed around until he felt the muscle loosen up a bit. Going back in with two, JC scooted closer to Justin on the bed.
Justin looked up at JC with lust filled eyes, his pupils fully dilated in the dimly lit room. JC moaned deep in his throat as he stretched Justin fully, this time with three fingers, feeling Justin's ass drip around the slick digits.
"Take me." Justin stated, unashamed, as he spread his legs wider and unclenched his ass-cheeks around JC's fingers.
JC only groaned in response before he pulled his fingers out. JC raised his hips up as he slammed inside of Justin's tight hole. Bracing himself on his hands, he pulled out and then slammed in once more.
"So tight, Q, so fucking tight."
Justin bit his lip to keep from moaning; the intense sensations surging through his spinal cord almost causing him to forget that he was being paid for this.
JC's breath ghosted across his right cheek as he plummeted himself in and out; his pace picking up with each sharp intake of air. His balls slapped against Justin's ass with a snapping sound every time he dove back in for more.
"Take all of me, Q, all of me."
Justin closed his eyes and bit down hard on his tongue. Sliding his hand down his chest, he grabbed onto his cock and started to beat himself off in time with JC's thrusts.
JC leaned down and slammed his lips upon Justin's own. The action forced Justin to release his tongue for just a moment, and an unintentional yet needy moan slipped past his lips and into JC's mouth.
Swallowing the moan, JC moved his hand down to cover Justin's hand. JC gripped it tightly and increased the speed as he felt himself near his climax. Justin sensed JC tensing up when JC pulled all the way out and then intentionally slammed straight up against his prostate.
Justin moved his head away from JC's lips as a deep, guttural moan surged into the air, completely breaking all of his rules for intimacy.
JC closed his eyes tightly and squeezed the tip of Justin's dick as he fell over the edge.
"Oh Q...."
Justin felt JC release into the condom as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The tension hung in the balance for him; he only needed a gentle push and he would tumble hard into the climactic sensations of ecstasy.
Opening his eyes Justin looked up at JC, his breath coming in short, sharp, needy gasps.
JC smiled down at him and removed Justin's hand from his cock. Replacing it with just his own, he jerked one time and watched as Justin exploded all over their stomachs, eyes rolling into the back of his head, a heartfelt moan ricocheting off of the walls.
Slowly, Justin came back down to earth, his heartbeat returning to a somewhat normal pace. Gazing at the man above him, he leaned up and kissed JC on the lips, then turned his head to the side and closed his eyes once more.
"I guess this means I'll be paying you in the morning?" JC groggily asked, his eyelids drooping heavily as sleep began to over take his body.
"I guess this means I'll be staying the night." Justin answered as best he could, as he let complete exhaustion overtake his used body.