Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable with gay relationships, you should not read any farther. For everyone else, enjoy the show....
JC just stood there. That was actually the first time in his life he had ever been speechless, utterly speechless.
Wade stared at him with a half cocky smile that always seemed to appear on the man's lips. His eyes squinted at JC with a partial laugh that made the bruise and cut under his left eye stretch slightly.
"You're not going to invite me in?" Wade asked with raised eyebrows.
JC was just about to say something, or at least he was going to attempt an actual English sentence, when Lance appeared at his side.
"Wade," Lance said. "What's going on?"
"Just stopped by to talk to JC."
"Well come on in man," Lance said waving the man in. "What are you doing still standing outside?"
Wade entered and ignored Lance's question.
JC must have finally gotten his whereabouts because he walked into the kitchen, the two men trailing behind him. A thousand and one thoughts flew through his mind as he placed the dishtowel he was twisting in his hands down on the counter. Why was Wade there? What else did they have to talk about anyway? Was he planning on telling Lance or would it "accidentally" slip out?
Lance looked from one man to the other, as he sat down on the kitchen barstool. He knew that there was no way he was a genius but even he could sense that something was a miss with the gorgeous men on either side of him. He felt like he was sitting in the crossfire all of a sudden. Not only was there an unmistakable quiet and tension in the room but he also sensed something else, maybe energy between the two of them. He glanced from JC, who seemed really interested in the granite counter top all of a sudden, to Wade, who seemed really interested in JC all of a sudden, and realized that it was sexual. Some sort of sexual chemistry was definitely sparking, or had been sparked; it was hard to tell, between the two men. A wave of anger and jealousy ran through Lance like ice water in his veins. If JC was going to do anything sexual with a man, it should be him. He had always told himself that the only reason they weren't together and living out his one and only fantasy (except the one with the firefighter where he...never mind) was because JC wasn't gay. But if he was, then why not pick Lance? Why?
"Why?" Lance blurted out.
Two pairs of eyes shot towards him like four pebbles in a slingshot.
"Why what?" JC asked feeling the cold sweat forming on his forehead. He knew Lance had something the man referred to as gaydar but was it really that good?
Lance swallowed hard trying to get his heart out of his throat. He stared back into JC's radiant bluish green eyes as lighting bolts went off in his brain to try to spark some kind of relevant reason for his outburst. He was thinking harder then he ever had before and wondered why they couldn't hear his brain clicking away, or worse yet couldn't see smoke billowing from his ears.
"Why...don't I leave you two alone so you can talk," Lance said finally.
He had to pat himself on the back for that one. Not only was it a quick and accurate cover but he also felt okay about leaving them alone together. After all, who's to say that any of his hunches are correct anyway? For all he knew they could still be reeling from their fight. Even though the two were obviously trying to make peace with one another, it could be hard for them to admit they were both wrong for fighting and move on like the adults they were.
"You don't have to do that," JC said, utterly grateful that 'hey I fucked this guy' wasn't written on his forehead like he thought it was.
"I should take off anyway," Lance said heading towards the kitchen opening. "See you guys later."
"Bye," JC called after him.
Once JC heard the front door close and a car engine start up in the driveway he finally met Wade's eyes. He had felt the man staring at him for the better part of the ten minutes they had spent together.
"So..." he said picking up the dishtowel again and running it through his hand.
"Yeah?" Wade asked taking the seat Lance had once occupied.
"How's your eye?" he asked almost kicking himself for doing so. Why would he bring something up that directly related to the topic he definitely didn't want to talk about?
"How's it look?"
"I'm sorry," JC said nodding towards him, "for that."
"I know."
"So are we cool?"
"More then cool," Wade said smiling.
"Why more then cool?"
Wade shrugged and stood to his full six foot two inch height. He stretched his arms above his head and reached to the ceiling for a long stretch.
JC watched as the man reached towards heaven, his eyes moving down to what he considered to be his hell. He took little glances at the tanned stomach that was now exposed in all of its glory. His eyes trailed back up Wade's body and met his eyes, which were twinkling at him. JC couldn't help but think how bad he wanted him.
"What are you thinking?" Wade asked leaning his elbows on the counter.
He leaned in so close that JC thought he was going to kiss him.
"Nothing," he said leaning away form him a little.
"I know you're thinking something."
"No."
"Why won't you tell me? Is it dirty?" he asked licking his lips.
JC said nothing but stared at the man.
"I think you should leave," he said finally.
"You don't really want that," Wade said walking around the island to JC.
JC stood there, feet planted firmly, refusing to step down from this man in his own house.
"Do you?" Wade asked leaning his head down and pressing his lips against JC's.
The kiss wasn't as rough and urgent as the kisses JC remembered last night. It was soft and passionate, almost loving. His lips melted with the warm touch and, to his surprise, craved more. He placed his arms around the man's waist and pulled him closer.
Wade leaned back from his lips and smiled.
"Do you still want me to leave?" he asked quietly.
JC stared into the man's dark brown eyes, "No, I don't."
"I'm that good of a kisser?"
"I've had better," JC said grabbing the man and pushing him against the counter.
"Have you?" Wade asked smiling.
"Yeah," JC said placing his lips over Wade's again.
As they kissed JC let his hands slide down Wade's firm muscular chest to his stomach where he pulled the long sleeved white shirt away from his skin and over his head.
They went back to kissing with Wade now just wearing black basketball shorts and a seashell necklace around his throat.
JC kissed his neck. He started to nibble on it and bite at the skin as Wade reached over him and pulled his t-shirt over his bare back. JC leaned against him, their bare chests rubbing against each other, their hard nipples scraping together.
Wade moaned in JC's ear and softly took it between his teeth where he started to suck on it.
JC's hands fell from Wade's firm muscular back to his shorts and pushed them off of his hips. The shorts fell to the ground exposing Wade's already extremely hard dripping wet cock. JC grabbed it immediately starting to jerk the man off.
Wade tilted his head back and moaned when he felt the strong hand on his hard member.
As he stroked him, JC leaned down and started to lick and suck on Wade's abs, running his teeth along the skin. He knelt in front of the man and took his cock in his mouth. He started to deep throat all of Wade's eight and a half inches as the man held fast to the back of his head.
"Oh yeah," Wade said. "You like that huh? You like my big hard cock in your mouth don't you?"
JC didn't stop to answer but just sucked harder and started playing with Wade's balls.
"Come on Josh make me cum baby! Oh fuck yeah JC!"
JC continued to suck and fondle Wade until the man pulled him up off of his knees.
Wade kissed him deeply, rubbing his hard wet cock against JC's stomach.
"I want you to fuck me," Wade said pulling himself up to a sitting position on the counter.
JC watched as his arm muscles and shoulders flexed in one fluid motion. To his surprise his cock got even harder.
Wade pulled JC closer by the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them while they kissed.
JC's cock popped out of his boxer briefs as Wade pulled them down.
"You must really like me huh?" Wade asked looking at the cock sticking straight out towards him. It was so red that it looked like paint had been spread all over it.
"I do," JC confessed following the man's eyes down to his throbbing cock.
Wade ran his finger along JC's slit spreading the pre cum over the man's head.
JC gasped and his body started to shake violently when Wade did this.
"You're so wet," Wade said in the man's ear, licking it after he spoke for good measure. He started to kiss JC again while he stroked his own cock over the man's.
JC's hands started to roam over Wade's body again feeling his strong sinewy muscles. He rubbed the man's right nipple with his thumb and immediately felt a hot sticky substance on his cock followed by a moan from Wade that vibrated his tongue.
"Now you're all lubed up," Wade said rubbing his cum all over JC's cock.
Wade, not being one to waste any time, leaned back on the counter placing a foot on either side of him.
JC leaned over him and pushed into his tight ass. His cock slipped in with just a little effort. JC kissed the man's shoulder panting slightly at how tight his ass was around his cock. He couldn't believe he was fucking this beautiful man on the counter in the middle of his kitchen.
"Fuck me Josh," Wade said. But it wasn't a demand. His voice had changed just slightly from the last commands he had given JC. He was quiet, whispering and sounded almost loving. "I want to feel you're cum inside me baby," he said kissing Josh's cheek.
JC started to pull back form the man and then entered him again in a slow steady motion. He pounded into him harder with each thrust. While doing all of this JC kept his mouth placed softly over Wade's, letting their tongues dance slowly around each other.
All that could be heard in the kitchen was the wet noise that JC's cock made in and out of Wade's ass and their muffled moans and pants.
Craig looked down at the sleeping man lying on his shoulder. He smiled as Justin sighed in his sleep and mumbled some inaudible phrase. He squeezed the man's hand a little and looked out of the window. They must have only been in the air for about twenty minutes so Craig knew the all night love making session Justin and he had last night must have worn the man out. He smiled at the thought of how excited Justin had been that morning, running around the house doing a last minute checklist. That had actually been the only time Craig had a few minutes to himself, which he used to talk to Jeremy, and against the older man's wishes his doctor.
Worrying wasn't something that Craig was used to doing but he had been doing a lot of it for the past few years. It was taking a toll on not only his heart but also his body. He felt old, really old, and so tired. It killed him inside to leave Jeremy alone in that tiny hospital room for three whole days but he needed this. He had to shake off the feeling of abandoning the man and all the guilt that seemed to pour over him every time his pale face came to the front of Craig's mind. He needed to just spend some time with Justin, relax, and figure out where they were in their relationship. Craig also knew in his heart that this trip was going to be the background for his inevitably long monologue to Justin about Jeremy. He wasn't sure how much rest and relaxation he would get with that huge secret looming over him and Justin, so he had to tell him soon.
"Are you guys doing okay?" the stewardess asked, leaning down closer to Craig and Justin's seats.
"Yeah we're fine. Thank you though," he said smiling politely.
She nodded and moved down the small first class isle checking on the other handful of passengers on the aircraft.
Craig stared back out of the window, meaning to feel sorry for himself for a few more minutes, when Justin sat up.
"I can't believe I fell asleep," he said yawning and stretching his arms above his head.
"You were so cute," Craig said quietly to him.
Justin smiled and kissed his lips quickly.
"So what did you do while I was sleeping?"
"Just thought about stuff."
"Like?"
Craig shrugged, "Like stuff. I don't know really."
He looked down at his hands and back out of the window.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I'm sorry but there's a few rules on this vacation."
"Like what?" Craig asked smiling.
"Well first," Justin said counting off on his fingers, "there is absolutely positively no moping around."
"If you tell me to turn my frown upside down I swear to God, Justin."
Justin laughed, "I will do no such thing. But I do want you to know that you can talk to me...about anything."
"I know babe. Nothing's wrong," Craig said squeezing the man's hand tightly.
JC blinked a few times to clear his eyes of sleep. He looked around the pitch-black room trying to get his whereabouts. The blinds to his left were pulled tightly closed but a thin sliver of light still blazed through the small crack. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed yawning loudly.
"Mmm good morning," Wade said turning over to face him.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"No problem. How'd you sleep?"
"Good," JC said sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching.
Wade followed the shadowy form of JC's body as the man stood and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom light turned on and splashed a beam across part of the bedroom floor. Wade turned back over to his back placing his arms behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He wondered if today would be a repeat of yesterday. JC seemed to be taking the whole gay thing a little easier this morning but he still seemed a little weird. Granted, Wade had never woken up next to the man before but he had worked with JC early in the morning. He never seemed any different really, but maybe he needed some time to wake up. Wade listened as the shower started and sat up figuring he should be gone when JC got out. He winced when he scooted to the edge of the bed. He wondered if maybe they shouldn't have had sex that seventh time last night.
JC came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest.
Wade looked up at him and smiled at the backlit man letting his eyes fall down to his towel-clad waist.
"So are you going to join me or what?" JC asked smiling down at him.
"Of course I will," Wade said. He stood wincing again.
"Are you okay?" JC asked stepping closer to him.
"Yeah, just sore."
"Maybe we should slow down a little."
"No I'm good."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't I run us a nice warm bath," JC said wrapping his arms around the naked man in front of him.
Wade smiled at him and placed his hands over JC's arms.
"Sounds wonderful."
JC kissed his lips lightly and then took his hand leading him into the bathroom. He slipped a white robe over Wade's shoulders and tied it around his waist kissing him on the forehead.
Wade leaned against the counter while JC stopped the shower and started the bath water, pouring in some bubble bath.
"It'll be a few minutes," JC said walking over to him.
"That's fine," Wade said accepting the man's lips on his neck.
JC let his hand slip into the robe and stroked Wade's smooth chest softly while they kissed.
"I want to make you feel better," JC said running his hand down Wade's body to his terry cloth covered cock. "Will you let me?"
"Yeah," Wade breathed closing his eyes to concentrate on the hand moving over his hardening cock.
JC kissed the man's lips lightly and let his tongue trail down his chin and his neck, circling his Adam's apple, to his chest. He pushed the robe over Wade's shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He knelt down in front of him and took his cock immediately in his mouth.
While JC was sucking on him Wade moaned quietly and gripped the counter behind himself tightly. This was the quietest JC had ever heard the man.
Wade let out a loud whimper as he started to cum in JC's mouth.
JC continued to suck on him until Wade started to shake a little. He rose to his feet and met the closed eyes of the man in front of him. He kissed Wade's lips as his eyes opened.
"Ready for that bath?" JC asked him with a smile.
"Welcome to the Caribbean," Justin said arms outstretched.
Craig laughed at the grinning man, "It's an airport."
"An airport in the Caribbean. You're missing the key point."
"Can we go check into a hotel in the Caribbean now?"
Justin laughed, "Of course. Your carriage awaits."
"Wow a carriage, you went all out."
"Not exactly," he said opening the glass door for Craig.
At the curb a black Bentley was waiting for them.
"Mr. Timberlake," a man said opening the back door for the men.
"Thank you," Justin said following Craig into the car.
"So I'm guessing we're not trying to be incognito," Craig said turning to Justin.
"Of course we are. There are Bentleys all over the place."
"Where?" Craig asked looking out of the window.
"There," he said pointing passed him, "and there. And over there."
Craig laughed, "Those are trees Justin."
"Even so," he said shrugging but flashing Craig his killer smile.
"I'm glad that you're so happy to be here," Craig said linking his fingers through Justin's.
"God," Justin said throwing his head back, "you have no idea."
"Stressful work stuff?"
"Not yet but I can see the handwriting on the wall. I just have that feeling that this is going to be the hardest album we've ever recorded, you know?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Well so far JC's punched our choreographer, Lance is acting extremely weird even for him, and all the guys have some kind of chip on their shoulders about my solo career. You do the math."
"Okay so it doesn't look all that promising right now, but once you guys start working I bet it will surprise you."
"I hope so," Justin said kissing Craig's hand. "Enough about work stuff okay? What do you want to do when we get to the hotel? I left today open but the next few days your mine," he said pressing his lips against Craig's.
"Can we just do this?" Craig asked taking off Justin's baseball cap.
"Anything you want baby."
"I love it when you say that," he said kissing the man deeply.
As they kissed Justin ran his thumb over Craig's cheek, down to his neck, and placed his hand on his chest between them. Craig started to run his hand up Justin's thigh slowly just as the car pulled up to the hotel.
"Justin," Craig said softly.
"Mmhm..." Justin said concentrating more on Craig's neck then what the man had to say.
"I think we're here," he said glancing up at the driver's seat, which was now empty.
"Tinted windows," he said between kisses on the man's lips.
Craig laughed, "Let's go check in and then we'll have a whole room to do whatever we want."
Justin sighed, "Fine but as soon as we hit that room door, you're mine."
"Deal," Craig said kissing his lips lightly. "Don't forget this," he said placing the hat back on Justin's head. "You might be recognized without it."
"Ha, ha funny."
When they got out of the car the driver was waiting patiently at their door with a smile and their bags at his feet.
"Do you need any help with your luggage sir?" the man asked.
"No I think we have it. Thank you so much though," Justin said placing a wad of bills in his hand.
"Have a wonderful stay," he said smiling.
Craig gave him a little wave, which Justin laughed at, and they entered the hotel, bags in hand.
"Hello," the woman behind the counter said.
"Hi I have a reservation under Ted Nuttygarber," Justin said.
Craig let out a loud laugh but immediately covered his mouth and started to cough.
"Are you okay sir?" the woman asked.
"Fine," Craig said.
Justin gave him a wink.
"Okay Mr. Nuttygarber I have a pre paid room ready for you and I'm quite sure everything will be to your liking."
"Thank you."
"Can you sign here?"
Justin signed the slip of paper and then the register.
"Here you go," she said handing him two card keys. "Would you like help to your room?"
"No thank you."
"Room number 802. There are elevators right behind you and to your left."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Have a wonderful stay."
"Ready?" Justin asked turning back towards Craig.
Craig just nodded stifling more of his laughter, which he let loose once they got into the elevator.
"What now?" Justin asked smiling at the convulsing man.
"Ted...Nutty...garber..." he said between gasps of laughter.
"It's my alias."
"Oh babe. It's not very good."
"What do you mean? I like it."
"First of all," Craig said wiping the corners of his eyes, "that's the worst fake name ever. And second, a hat is not a disguise. Everyone can tell it's you."
"She didn't recognize me."
"How do you know?"
"I know these things. Don't worry about it anyway."
"I'm not worried. But that name..." he said getting cut off by Justin's mouth over his.
"You're so hot when your making fun of me," Justin whispered to him.
Craig hit him softly on his chest, "I was not making fun of you. I was just saying."
"I know," he said kissing him again.
Justin started to run his hands up and down Craig's sides letting them slip under his yellow t-shirt. He pulled Craig as close to himself as he could get the man and turned him around so his back was against the back wall of the elevator.
"This is the slowest elevator in the world," Craig said looking at the numbers creeping by as Justin sucked on his neck.
Craig's hand slipped down Justin's body, trailing down his abs to his waist and then his already hard cock.
Justin let out a moan when the hand touched him. He leaned his head on Craig's shoulder and breathed deeply in the man's ear.
"God I want you," Craig said kissing his cheek while he continued to fondle him.
A ding went off in the elevator and the doors slowly opened. Craig and Justin rearranged themselves with a minimum of giggles and grabbed their bags.
"Do you remember what room she said?" Justin asked.
"I can't get you out of my mind," he said leaning against the man as they walked down the hallway.
Justin put his arm around him and kissed his forehead, "I think she said 802."
"Sounds right."
Justin slipped the card from his back jean pocket into the key card slot.
"Bingo," he said pushing the door open.
"Oh my God," Craig said entering the room in front of Justin. "This is gorgeous."
The living room was decorated in mostly white with splashes of color via throw pillows, window treatments and original landscape paintings, most of which featured the ocean or a gorgeous sunset. The large plush white sofa, which was against the wall, was placed at a right angle to a love seat of the same design. A large plasma screen TV hung on the wall opposite of the couches.
From the living room, that Craig was currently standing in the center of, he could just see the bed through the two large white doors that opened into the bedroom. But what really caught his eye was the balcony, which he ran to excitedly. He swung the glass doors open and steeped onto the spacious veranda.
"This is breathtaking," he said softly when Justin placed his arms around him from behind.
"You're breathtaking," Justin said kissing the man's neck.
Suddenly Craig forgot all about the crystal blue ocean and white sand vista he had just laid his eyes on and turned towards Justin.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Justin said kissing him softly.
Craig held onto him kissing him deeper and pushing against him causing him to walk forward. They kept up this slow dancing motion as they kissed until Justin turned the corner into the bedroom.
"Where are we going?" Justin asked with a smile as Craig took off his hat and threw on a nearby chair.
"We're here," Craig, said pushing the man lightly and smiling as he fell back on the bed.
Craig lay slowly on top of him as they made out and ran their hands over each other's bodies.
Craig pulled back staring into Justin's blue eyes.
"You know I'm the luckiest man in the world," he said running his fingers over Justin's full bottom lip.
Justin kissed his fingers, "No I am."
"Can we just do this all day?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Craig laughed and moved off of the man lying next to him.
"You'd hate that," he said propping his head up with his hand.
"Why? I'd be with you. That's all that's important."
Craig smiled, "You can be so adorable sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" Justin said pouting.
"Okay all the time," Craig said kissing his forehead and then his lips.
Justin smiled and then yawned.
"Maybe you should take a nap."
"No way. We're in the Caribbean. Whoo Caribbean yeah," he said with tired excitement.
Craig laughed, "Let's take a little nap and then we can go walk around on the beach for awhile."
Justin nodded, eyes already slowly closing.
Craig cuddled up next to him laying his head on his chest. Craig's head rose and fell with Justin's breathing. He cherished laying this close to the man he loved. It was almost like they were one person. As Craig listened to Justin's rhythmic heartbeat he drifted gently off to sleep.
When Justin woke up Craig was still asleep but on the other side of the bed, which made getting up a lot easier then usual. He kissed the man on the cheek, careful not to wake him, and walked quietly into the living room, sliding the bedroom doors shut behind him.
Justin grabbed his cell phone off of the coffee table and went out on the balcony to make a call.
"Hey Toby how is everything going?" he asked.
"Pretty good. All of the stuff has arrived and I'm having the movers arrange things now."
"Good," Justin said sitting at the small café style table.
Before they left for their little getaway, Justin decided that Craig needed a little help in the furniture department. After much secret shopping online and a lot of phone calls he finally got everything he thought Craig would need to make his apartment a home. He hoped that he picked things that reflected Craig's personality well enough. Thinking back on his purchases he nodded in agreement with himself. Craig was going to love this.
"I'm really sorry I cut into your time off but this is extremely appreciated."
"No problem Jay. What are assistants for?"
"Not moving furniture around. But thanks again anyway."
"It's cool."
"Call me if you need anything otherwise I'll see you when I get back."
"Okay have fun."
"Hey," Craig said just as Justin was closing his phone.
"Hi baby," Justin said with a huge smile.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You just looked too peaceful. I could never wake an angel."
Craig smiled and kissed his lips.
Justin wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pulled him down to his lap and held him.
Craig placed his arms around Justin's neck.
"So did you still want to take that walk?" Justin asked.
"Yeah. I want to see what's around here."
"We should go now before it gets dark."
"What time is it?"
Justin glanced at his watch, "Almost six."
"We slept for way too long babe," Craig said standing. "Let's go find some where to have dinner too. I'm starving."
"Okay."
Justin took his hand and led him towards the door.
"What about your hat? Everyone will recognize you," Craig said in mock hysteria.
"Shut up," Justin said smiling as he closed the door behind them. "I'll do without it today."
"Okay but if there's a mob it's every man for himself."
"Deal. I can run faster than you anyway."
"Says who?" Craig asked pushing the down button for the elevator.
"Says me."
"We'll just have to race sometime."
"Honestly you would probably beat me. But when I'm in top "Nsync" shape you'll have a little competition."
Craig wrapped his arms around the man's waist.
"God I don't know if I could stand you getting any hotter."
"You might have to try," he said smiling and kissing Craig's lips as the elevator doors opened.
They entered the elevator and were soon outside of the hotel and on the beach.
"God it's so beautiful out here," Craig said staring out over the water.
"Yeah. I love coming here."
"You've been here before?" Craig asked continuing their walk along the water.
"Yeah, we come here when we want to get away from everything and have a little time off."
"Aw, and I thought this trip was special for me," he said pouting.
"You know it is," Justin said placing his arm around the man's waist.
"Is it really okay for us to be this close out in public?" Craig asked watching the people lying out in the waning sun on the beach.
"Of course it is. When I'm out of the country it's kind of hard for the rumors to follow me back home."
"You mean our trip could be written about somewhere?"
"Sure. It goes with the territory. But no one will believe it."
"Really? Why not?"
"My image isn't exactly squeaky clean but it's as spotless as they come these days."
"So why would people believe a so called rumor that Justin Timberlake was shacking up with some guy in the Caribbean."
"Exactly. Well almost, you're not just some guy."
"I'm not?"
Justin stooped walking and turned to him.
"I can't believe you could ask something like that."
"I was just wondering Justin."
"I know but still," he said continuing the walk. "Of course you're not just some guy Craig. You're the only guy in the world for me."
"How are you so sure about that? I mean, have you ever been with another man?"
"No."
"Then how do you know?"
"Look," Justin said stopping again, "I know because I love you. I love everything about you. The way you toss your head back when you laugh, the way your eyes wrinkle just slightly on the sides when you smile," he said touching the side of Craig's face, "the way our hands fit perfectly together," he held Craig's hand, "the way you make me feel with just one look, the way our lips feel so right when they touch," he kissed Craig softly. "It all just feels right. Like we should have been together a long time ago."
Craig stared into the man's eyes but said nothing. He was speechless.
"Do you know what I mean?" Justin asked.
"Yeah," he said softly.
"Good," he kissed Craig's forehead just as the wind started to pick up and blow the man's hair wildly.
They continued walking down the beach hand in hand. Craig couldn't help but smile even as the strong wind blew harder.
"I think it's going to rain," Justin said looking up at the sky.
"What? You're joking."
"No really. We should go inside. Let's have dinner."
"Okay."
They walked back inside the hotel just as the sky opened up and large drops of rain started to fall on the beautiful beach.
"Well what are we going to do now?" Craig asked closing his menu in front of him.
"I'm sure we can find something to do," Justin said with a sly smile.
Craig smiled as well, "You're so bad."
"Oh you love it."
"Yes I do."
"What are you going to get?" Justin asked glancing down at his own menu.
"Spaghetti."
"You love Italian food huh?"
"I'm half Italian, what can I say?"
Justin laughed.
"What?" Craig asked.
"I can just see you as a little boy with tomato sauce all over your face."
Craig laughed, "The good ol' days."
"Yeah," Justin said looking back down at his menu.
Craig looked around the restaurant at the other patrons. Everyone was so tan, beautiful, and happy talking quietly with their loved ones while they ate or waited to order. A small boy at the table across the room was sitting quietly while, what Craig assumed were, his parents kissed each other and nuzzled together near their open menu. The boy must have been about three but acted like an adult. He just sat there in his booster seat by his mother taking in his surroundings and smiling brightly. He picked up a crayon with a chubby little hand and started coloring happily, glancing at his parents for a second when his mother said something to him.
Craig remembered all of the boring fancy dinners he had been made to go to from infancy. The stuffy people, the itchy stiff suits, he never could understand what caused people to dress their kids up so uncomfortably.
The child, who even had dark hair like his, reminded him so much of himself. He never got to run around and act like a kid when he was young, or older for that matter. He was never able to really be a child. He figured he would always be denied that. But what was the point? So what you play sports and get dirty and finger-paint every once in a while. It wasn't really all it was cracked up to be. Being a little adult, like he had been, caused him to be able to experience so many great things in life, the opera, ballet, musicals, and plays that other children would have taken for granted. It prepared him for things to come; unfortunately those things included his mother's death and his relationship with Chad. Not to mention his feelings about Jeremy. He wasn't sure if it was possible to love and hate someone at the same time. Sometimes he just wanted to yell at the man, scream at him, "When will it be my turn to be a kid?"
Obviously it wasn't Jeremy's fault he was sick, but it was so hard for Craig sometimes. It was hard to keep a huge secret like this from Justin, but it was even harder to watch Jeremy waste away to nothing.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked reaching across the table and placing his hand over Craig's. It was cold and clammy.
"Yeah I'm fine," Craig said placing his hand on his lap instead of in Justin's grasp.
Justin stared at the man who had gone completely pale right before his eyes.
"You're sure?"
Craig nodded. But he wasn't fine, he felt like he would be sick.
"Can you excuse me for a minute?"
"Sure."
Justin watched as Craig got up and walked quickly in the general direction of the bathroom. He wondered if he should follow him just to make sure he was okay.
"Are you ready to order?" their waiter asked.
"Um, no not yet."
"Okay take your time," he said walking away.
Justin nodded. While he waited for Craig to return he wondered what could have made the man act so strangely all of a sudden. He had never seen him look like that before. Just as Justin was standing to go find Craig, he saw him making his way back to the table.
"I was just going to make sure you were okay. Do you feel sick?"
"No I'm fine. Sorry about that," Craig said smiling like his old self again.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I am. Sorry," he said kissing the man on the cheek.
"It's no problem. Do you feel like eating still?" Justin asked sitting when Craig did.
"Yeah I'm starved."
Justin looked at him intently trying to figure out what to ask and how to ask it.
"What?" Craig asked.
"Nothing," Justin said shaking his head.
The waiter came back over and they ordered their food.
"So..." Craig said breaking the long silence after the waiter had sauntered off.
"I know you're going to get mad that I keep asking, but are you sure you're fine? I've never seen you look like that before."
"I'm not mad and I'm not sick," he said folding his napkin in his lap.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," he said, turning his wine glass on the table and looking intently at it. He stopped and smiled up at Justin who was still staring at him. "I'm fine. Really."
"Okay," Justin said taking a sip of his wine.
"Will the stuff you have planned tomorrow be rained out?" Craig asked looking out of the large bay window they were seated next to.
"Some of it will. But we can improvise."
"So we're staying?"
"We can leave anytime you want to."
"No I don't want to go. I was just asking."
There was silence for a moment while the waiter placed their salads in front of them. Craig ran his fork idly over the green leafs swirling the Italian dressing around.
"I thought you were hungry," Justin said.
"I am," Craig said taking a bite of his salad.
"Well anyway. I kind of had something planned for later tonight too. But I don't think we can do it now."
"What was it?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise."
"What kind of surprise?" Craig asked smiling.
"Oh it was going to be a good one."
"Tell me," he said setting his fork down.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I might want to do it later."
"Can I have a hint?"
"Hmmm...." Justin said tapping his chin with a finger, "no."
"I love you," he said leaning over the table and kissing his lips softly.
"I love you too," Justin said touching the side of his face. "I'm still not telling though."
Craig sighed slouching back in his seat and then sat up straighter, "Is this payback for the other night when I surprised you?"
"I don't believe in revenge."
"Well that's a good way to live. So what's the surprise?"
"Nope. Let's finish dinner and then see what happens."
"Fine," Craig said pouting.
Justin leaned over and kissed his bottom lip sucking on it for a second.
"Don't pout sweetie," he said kissing his lips again.
"Well how could I after that?" Craig asked smiling.
"Who was that?" asked Wade who was lying on the couch, legs out stretched, with his head on JC's shoulder.
He paused at a TV show for a second and then continued flipping through the channels idly.
"Joey," JC said setting the phone down on the oak end table sitting next to him. "The guys are going to some club tonight. Did you want to go?"
"Sure. What time?"
"In a few hours," JC said opening his book back up.
"Do they know we're together?" Wade asked nonchalantly, still flipping channels.
JC closed his book and sat it on his lap.
"Well they know that you're here with me but they don't know that we...you know..."
"Oh okay. Are you ever going to tell them that you're gay?"
JC sighed, "I'm not sure I am gay. I still like girls."
"So you're never gonna tell them."
"I don't know if I want to."
"Why not?"
"Does everyone know you're gay?"
Wade looked up at him, "Everyone that matters."
"Look, can we talk about this later?" JC asked picking his book up again.
"Why not now?" Wade asked sitting up.
"Fine. Let's talk," he said turning towards the man and placing the book on his leg. "I really don't think I'll ever tell them. It's something that's honestly no one's business but my own. I'm not even sure exactly what I am for that matter. But I do know that I'm not a gay rights activist and I could never see myself waving a rainbow flag and shouting 'I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it' to the masses. Plus, I thought we were just having fun."
"Well we are," Wade said glancing down for a second. "But don't you think it could be more?"
JC shrugged and stood up, "I don't know Wade. I'm going to go take a shower before we leave. Are you joining me?"
The lights were flashing blue, yellow, and red on the dance floor, highlighting the writhing bodies as they moved to the pulsing beat of the music. The air was thick with excitement and energy. There was a sense of anticipation running through the entire two story dance hall. It seemed to be one of those nights where anything could happen, and probably would.
JC turned to the crowd and leaned back on the bar sipping his beer. His eyes ticked over the dance floor not looking for anything specific but falling on Wade and staying there.
Wade was grinding his ass against a handsome tanned blond as the man ran his hands along the front of his body. Wade laughed as the blond kissed his neck and ran his hand over his chest and down his tight abs pulling at the shiny black Muscle-T that clung to his damp body. He ran his right hand along the guy's perfectly messy hair, holding his lips to his neck, as the other hand disappeared behind him and ran up and down the guys ass.
JC smiled at the display in front of him and downed the rest of his beer. That guy could get Wade as hot and bothered as he wanted but JC would be the one fucking him that night.
"Looks like Wade's having fun," Lance said nursing a scotch on the rocks.
JC laughed, "Looks like it."
Lance looked at him trying to measure his reaction. As far as any of them knew Wade wasn't gay or bi. Of course no one asked him, or even cared, but still it was a small shock to Lance. Small only because he didn't expect Wade to flaunt it so freely out in public. He could always tell that the guy was at least bi. But he wondered how much JC knew about him.
"Do you think he's bi?" Lance asked leaning on the bar next to JC and looking into the crowd at Wade.
"You'd know better then I would," JC said laughing.
"You've been spending a lot of time with him though. I thought you guys might have talked."
JC laughed again and turned to lean his elbows on the bar.
"So?" Lance persisted when JC said nothing.
"Hey beer!" JC said holding up his empty bottle to the bartender.
The guy nodded to him and JC leaned sideways facing Lance.
"So what?" he asked smiling.
"Did you know?"
"Yeah I knew," he said his eyes twinkling slightly.
Lance let his own eyes fall down to his glass which was sitting on the polished wood bar. He stared into the melting ice cubes trying to imagine how he could be so stupid. Of course JC wouldn't want him. He was by no means a man user, at least not anymore, but he knew a hot piece of ass when he saw one and that was definitely Wade. The brown liquid in his glass didn't look so inviting anymore. It looked more menacing as if it were foreseeing things to come.
"Thanks," JC said raising his cold beer to the bartender in some kind of alcoholic salute. He turned back around, elbows on the bar, but this time his eyes fell on Lance. "Why aren't you out there?" he asked leaning into Lance softly.
Lance stood up straight, glass in hand, "Not really in a dancing mood."
"Why would you come to a club then?"
"Had to get out of the office for a while."
"Company kicking you're ass?"
"Yeah something like that. Working for yourself isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'll see you okay?"
"Yeah," JC said glancing back over the dancers.
His eyes fell over the space where Wade and the hot blond had been but he didn't spot them. He glanced over the rest of the crowd without focusing in on his mark. He didn't want to admit that he was getting a little concerned about Wade's whereabouts. He knew the man could take care of himself but who else was taking care of him? Like he told Wade at his house just hours before, he didn't want a relationship so technically if that guy was fucking him, or vice versa, JC couldn't say anything... technically. That didn't stop him from feeling just a tad territorial. At least that's what he kept telling himself he was feeling.
His eyes kept moving, this time falling on the crowd around the bar and along the sides of the dance floor where booths and tables were set up. He finally spotted them letting out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding. As casually as he could, he strolled over to them.
Wade was giggling as the man, who seemed permanently attached to his neck, kissed and sucked on it.
JC couldn't help but get hard as he walked over to the two men making out in front of him.
"Hey," he said.
Wade smiled at him as the man looked up.
"What's up?" Wade asked.
"Nothing."
"Why don't you get us something to drink," Wade said to the man at his side.
The guy kissed him on the lips and left, with a parting glance to JC.
"Seems like you two are getting cozy."
Wade shrugged, "He's okay. Not as hot as you."
"Really," JC said taking a sip of beer.
"Yeah," Wade said grabbing the bottle from him and downing the rest.
"Come on," JC said grabbing his hand.
Wade followed him leaving the empty bottle on the bar as they walked by hand in hand.
"Where are we going?" Wade asked groping JC's chest and abs from behind him as they walked.
JC said nothing but opened the men's bathroom door which was at the moment unoccupied.
"Oh!" Wade said with raised eyebrows.
Before the bathroom door even swung shut JC pushed Wade into a stall and locked the door behind them.
He turned to face the man who was already massaging his cock through his jeans.
"God you're hot," JC said placing his mouth over Wade's.
Wade smiled as they kissed letting his tongue lick and suck wetly at JC's.
As they kissed JC's hands roamed the man's body, massaging, kneading, and rubbing every inch of his chest, abs, and back. His hands slipped down from the curve of Wade's lower back to his ass. He undid the jeans that already hung extremely low on his waist and slipped his hands inside the back of them. He squeezed Wade's firm round ass cheek with one hand as he slid the fingers from his other hand down the man's crack to his hole.
Wade let out a moan in JC's mouth, which reverberated down his throat, when he pushed three fingers deep into his ass.
Wade's jeans, which were just low enough to expose his long cock, were slowly slipping farther down the tanned muscular thighs as he pushed back on the fingers thrusting inside of him.
JC released the man from their lip locking embrace and turned him around, a little rougher then he had done in the past. He had always felt weird about fucking Wade with total outright abandonment but his performance that night on the dance floor showed JC that, for the most part, Wade was all about getting off. And getting off was all that JC had on his mind at the moment. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard throbbing cock. He ran it up and down the crack of Wade's ass, as the man bent over in front of him bracing himself with his hands on the wall of the small stall.
Wade shuddered as he felt the large cock run across his tight hole.
"Do you want it?" JC asked, cock poised right at his opening.
"Yeah," Wade breathed.
JC started to push into the man stopping for a second for Wade to relax since they had no lubrication handy. He pushed in the rest of the way in one firm stroke, holding onto Wade's hips to guide his cock to the man's prostate.
Wade groaned when JC hit it and immediately grabbed his own cock jacking it off furiously.
JC pounded in and out of the now screaming man, his balls slapping loudly against Wade's.
"Oh yeah," JC said running one hand up and down Wade's firm back underneath his shirt.
He grabbed his shoulders with both hands hammering into him as hard as he could.
Wade's dripping wet cock went rigid in his hand as he started to cum.
As Wade kept stroking himself, shooting long white streams of cum all over the black toilet seat, JC shoved his cock inside of Wade deeper, while he squirted his cum.
JC leaned on the man's back, half way collapsing as his knees got weak. He smiled and kissed Wade's shoulder as his softening cock slid out of Wade's ass.
"That was so good," Wade said turning around to face him.
"I aim to please," JC said zipping up his pants as Wade pulled his up.
"That you do," Wade leaned into him and kissed him deeply.
"Are you coming home with me tonight?" JC asked, their faces still extremely close from the kiss.
Wade kissed him lightly on the lips, "I wouldn't pass up the chance."
To be continued...
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