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....
"Momma," Justin said and then paused listening to her go on and on. "Yes I understand that she's sorry, she told me already. We talked about everything." He rolled his eyes to Craig who was sitting next to him on the couch smirking a little. "Momma," he said again trying to get her to just stop talking.
He sat there, phone poised to his ear shaking his head. Why did Britney have to talk to his mom at all? He had always appreciated the relationship the two had but most of the time they would just gang up on him about stuff. This time was no different. After spending a day with her mom Britney stopped by Justin's old house and filled in the holes of the vague story he had given his mom the other night. He sighed and then mouthed "Sorry" to Craig, squeezing his knee before leaving the room.
Craig sat there hearing the one sided conversation in the kitchen but trying not to listen. He had never been one for eaves dropping on people and plus, he figured that Justin would tell him what was going on anyway. He giggled to himself remembering the compromising position Justin and he had been in when the phone rang. Sliding your tongue down your boyfriend's throat while a motherly voice on the answering machine screams out, "Justin I know you're there!" just wasn't either of their idea of a good time. Craig readjusted himself, sitting cross-legged and leaning on the armrest of the couch while Justin rapped up his conversation.
"I know Momma," he said walking slowly back into the room. "I love you too. Okay I will, bye."
He flopped down on the couch next to Craig, setting the phone between them.
"Everything okay?" Craig asked when Justin said nothing.
"Yeah I guess," he said leaning his head back but turning it to face Craig. "It's just, Brit. She told my mom a lot of stuff, most of which wasn't true, about the break up."
He sighed and stretched his long legs out underneath the coffee table.
"Maybe I should go," Craig said.
"No," Justin said maybe a bit too quickly. "Please stay," he placed his hand on Craig's knee and leaned over to place his lips on the other man's.
They kissed slowly and tenderly exploring each other's mouths again when Justin broke the kiss. He pecked Craig's lips and then looked into his eyes.
"I have an idea," Justin said deeply.
His voice sent a small chill that ran up Craig's spine and tingled at the base of his neck.
"What's that?" he asked trying to meet his lover's tone.
"Let's get in the hot tub."
"I didn't bring my swim suit," Craig said slyly.
"Oh I know," Justin said mischievously.
Craig smiled and kissed him on the lips.
"Come on," he said standing and extending his hand to Justin.
Justin took it and Craig led them through the kitchen to the backyard.
"Strip," Craig said laying back on one of the lounge chairs by the pool.
"Strip?" Justin said with raised eyebrows. "You should be the one stripping, I have a swim suit."
Craig smiled and stood up, pulling off his t-shirt in one fluid motion.
Justin watched as the young man's muscles moved and contracted under his tight tan skin. He marveled at how the simple silver pendant that hung around Craig's neck only emphasized his bronzed chest and his beauty.
Craig smirked at him, "I'm not the only one being exposed here am I?"
"Of course not," Justin said fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. He threw his hands down in mock exasperation after a minute. "I can't do it," he shrugged. "Oh well."
Craig laughed and stepped closer to him. "You're not getting off that easy," he said letting his hands slide down Justin's chest, slowly unbuttoning the shirt.
Justin smiled down at him as Craig slid his hands under the crisp fabric and ran them over bare skin.
Craig let his mouth fall on Justin's collarbone licking and nibbling softly at the sweet skin. He moved up to his lips with small kisses left on his throat, the side of his neck, and his cheek.
"I love you," Justin said between kisses.
"I love you too baby," Craig leaned back. "Need help with those pants?"
"Just a little," Justin said holding two fingers up with minimal space between them.
Craig continued to kiss him letting his warm tongue caress the sensitive areas of Justin's neck. He moaned a little when he felt Justin's hands move up his bare sides and in slow circles across his back. He moved back to Justin's lips pressing against them roughly as their tongues found each other in the moist enclosure they had made.
They moved expertly over the other's clothing, unbuttoning and unzipping with minimal effort. Soon they were standing there in the enclosed pool area completely nude, grinding against each other.
"I want you," Justin breathed licking and nibbling on Craig's ear.
"You can have me," Craig said breathing harder as their thrusts and grinds got more urgent. "Anyway you want."
Justin groaned squeezing Craig's ass cheeks firmly and moving the man closer to him squeezing their cocks together even more. He pressed his lips back over Craig's as their cocks got slick with pre-cum. He moved down farther licking his neck and leaving a wet trail down his throat and between his pecks. He let his tongue circle around his nipple slowly as Craig reached up and grasped his head, running his fingers over the prickly short hair. He lapped at the nipple, soon taking it in his mouth and letting his teeth run over it and bitting it just hard enough to pull that intoxicating moan from Craig's throat.
"Oh God Justin," he said running his other hand down between their bodies to stroke himself.
Justin took his hand away and moved forward causing Craig to take a few steps back and stop once his back was against the sliding glass door. He grabbed Craig's arms and held them above his head by his wrists. Justin continued to lap and nibble on the man's nipples as Craig writhed underneath him trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building up in his lower stomach.
"Please Justin," he wined almost whimpering a little.
Justin grinned at the sound of the groan that followed when he finally started making his way down Craig's firm body. The tight abs contracted, straining against his skin, as he thrust forward almost pushing Justin away from him. Justin licked them and went forward on his mission for what he really longed to have on his tongue.
Craig's cock was harder then it had ever been. He had no idea it could get that big or that red. The tip of it had gotten much fuller then he remembered it ever getting before. Small beads of sweat sprung out on his forehead as Justin kept moving down his body. He groaned and tilted his head back as Justin licked his cock form the head to the base in one fluid motion.
Justin, not able to hold out any longer, put his mouth over the head of the large cock and sucked greedily at it savoring the sweet taste of Craig's pre-cum as it ran down his throat.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum," Craig said reaching down and running his hand over Justin's hair again.
Justin felt like he wanted to tease the man more to make him feel even better when he came, but he couldn't. He had never felt this way before. He actually yearned to have Craig spray his hot cum down his throat. He moaned deeply around the hard member in his mouth when he felt it spasm and start to throb even harder. He was soon rewarded for his efforts with a quick gasp from Craig and the warm splash that hit the back of his throat. He continued sucking and licking his lover, bringing him down from his orgasm and savoring the last shot of cum that landed on his tongue.
"Oh God," Craig said panting.
Justin licked one last time at Craig's diminishing cock, which twitched slightly, and then rose to his feet.
Craig greeted him with the hugest smile he had ever seen.
"That was so good baby," he said kissing Justin deeply. He smiled at him again and licked at Justin's lower lip, which had a small drop of cum on it.
"I love you baby," Justin said holding on to the man and kissing the side of his neck lightly.
"I love you too, so much sweetie," Craig said sighing deeply. He moved a little and felt Justin's rock hard cock hit his thigh. "Looks like you have a little problem there babe," he said grinning at Justin. "Or maybe not so little," he said wrapping his hand around it.
Justin moaned as Craig stroked him and pressed their lips firmly together in a wet sloppy kiss.
Craig moved quickly down his body knowing that he wasn't going to last long. As soon as he slipped his lips over the pulsing cock Justin cried out slamming his entire cock into Craig's mouth and down his throat. Craig moaned letting the vibration run over the intruder as it convulsed and exploded in his mouth.
"I'm sorry," Justin said once Craig had cleaned him off and stood to his full height.
"For what baby?" he asked running his hand over Justin's cheek.
"It was kind of quick."
"It was perfect," he said kissing him. "Let's go do that hot tub thing now okay?"
"You still want to?"
"That's what we came out here for in the first place. And plus I need to relax after our little work out."
"I can't believe you actually got away with that," JC said laughing.
"I was only 10 but I was extremely smart," Wade said picking up his beer and grinning at JC across the table.
"Sure," JC said rolling his eyes.
"Screw you, I'm brilliant."
"Of course you are," JC said between laughs.
Wade shook his head and drained the last of his beer from the bottle.
"Next time I'm not going to let you drink. You know you're underage."
Wade laughed, "I'm quite mature for my age."
"I know," JC said standing. "But I don't want you running anyone over on your way home."
"I've only had four running people over incidents in the past year so I'm good," he said smiling.
"Just help me clear the table," JC said picking up both of their plates.
"Yes sir," Wade said hoping out of his chair. He grabbed the beer bottles and the serving plate and followed JC to the sink. "I'll wash. It's the least I can do since you keep cooking me meals."
"Don't worry about it," JC said turning on the faucet.
"No I want to," Wade said taking the plate from him.
JC looked up at him and smiled. He didn't seem to notice when Wade hesitated a second longer then he should have, leaving their hands pressed together under the weight of the serving dish.
"Okay, thanks."
JC stood back and watched him as he rinsed off the plates before setting them in the dishwasher. He had always noticed that Wade was a hyper guy, always full of tons of energy, but he seemed to be even more exuberant today, bouncing from foot to foot and swaying his hips a bit to music only he could hear. He guessed this is exactly what made him such a great dancer.
"So I was thinking," Wade said, his back still to JC.
"Oh my God, alert the press."
"Shut up," Wade said throwing a look JC's way along with a dishtowel.
"Okay Professor what were you thinking then?" JC asked folding the towel.
"I want to take you out to dinner sometime," he turned around hands lying on either side of him against the sink. "You know to thank you for all the meals and stuff. It must be kind of weird having some kid hanging around all the time."
JC laughed, "Wade you're not just some kid. I mean you are a kid but you're also my friend."
"Gee thanks," he said casting his eyes to the floor.
JC stood there waiting for some smart-ass comment or rebuttal but was rewarded with none.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it like that."
"No it's cool. It's just a little hard being away form all my family and stuff."
"I know how that is. But look," he said taking a step closer to the man who actually had seemed to get smaller, in just moments, before his eyes. "You have me."
Wade looked up and smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah, and all the other guys too. We all know what it's like to be away from home for so long," he said running his hand up and down Wade's bare forearm absentmindedly. "It will get a little easier with time."
Wade nodded, "It kind of already has I guess, but you guys are the only people I know in Orlando."
"Why don't you go out and meet some people?" JC asked hopping up on the counter across from Wade.
He shrugged stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I'm a little shy I guess."
JC laughed but cut it off abruptly when he saw the flash of hurt in Wade's eyes.
"It's just that you don't seem shy."
"I know but I am around new people."
"Aren't you the same guy that mooned us the night that we all met you?"
"That was different," he said smiling. "You guys are all so cool and easy to be around."
"Well thanks but there are other cool people here too."
Wade nodded but said nothing.
"Hey I'm going out with some people tomorrow night, why don't you come with us?"
"Really?" Wade asked excitedly.
JC smiled at how fast Wade's mood had changed. "Yeah of course. We're just going to dinner and maybe a coffee shop or something to hang out."
"Yeah I'd like to go."
"Good. But can you finish my dishes first?"
"Yes Master," Wade said bowing in front of JC.
They both laughed and Wade turned back to the sink.
The strong warm body beneath him, the well-toned arms encompassing him tightly. It was heaven. Justin wasn't sure exactly when the last time was that he had felt so safe and so loved. He turned his head slightly to place his soft full lips on the broad chest underneath his head and then sighed.
"What are you thinking about?" Craig asked deeply, he was almost fast asleep.
"Nothing," Justin said changing his position so his chin was resting on Craig's chest. Even in the dark of the room he loved looking at his lover's sculpted jaw line and warm twinkling eyes. He pulled his arms up and placed them underneath his chin as Craig drew small soft circles on his bare back with his fingertips.
"I know you're thinking about something," he said smiling.
"I guess I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."
"Well just to let you know I feel pretty lucky myself."
"Do you?"
"Of course. Why would you even have to ask?" he said his eyes sliding closed again.
"I don't. I just like hearing you say it," Justin said running his fingertips across Craig's collar bone and down the brown leather chain that held the silver pendant around his neck. Justin had never noticed it before this afternoon by the pool but once he thought about it, Craig never seemed to take it off.
"Where did you get this?" he asked still fingering it.
"Get what?" Craig asked, eyes still closed.
"Your necklace."
Craig's eyes popped opened so quickly Justin thought he inadvertently kicked him or in this position kneed him in the groin.
"What about it?" he asked slowly, but Justin could feel his heart beat quicken in his chest. It sped up so fast that he was scared the man might have a heart attack or something.
"I just asked where you got it," he said searching from eye to eye almost trying to see what was going on in Craig's brain.
"I don't remember."
Justin paused, wondering if he should just drop the subject. After all it was late and they were both exhausted, but he knew if he didn't get at least a half way truthful answer out of him tonight, he would never be able to fall asleep.
"Are you sure?"
Craig was quiet for a moment. "It was a gift I guess," he shrugged.
"From?"
"A friend."
"Okay," he said and laid his head back down. It wasn't the answer he was looking for but it would do for now. But suddenly something hit Justin; he didn't really know this man that he was so quick to share his bed and his love with so well. He let his eyes drift closed despite the warning that was coming from his mind.
"So be here at like seven okay?" JC asked leaning against the front door.
"Sounds good. I'll see you then."
"Okay, have a good," JC said but let his sentence trail off when Craig leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"A good what?" Craig asked innocently smiling.
JC stood there speechless, a million thoughts running through his mind. Wade and him had never been the touchy feely type at all. He couldn't even think of one time that they had hugged let alone kissed, on the cheek or otherwise.
"Jayce?" Wade asked reaching out to touch him.
"Huh?" JC asked being brought out of his thoughts by the warm hand on his shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, a little tired I guess," he lied, using the same excuse he always did when there was something obviously wrong that he just didn't care to discuss at the moment.
"Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow," he said squeezing his shoulder and then walking off to his car.
"Yeah rest," JC said under his breath.
For some reason the kiss hadn't bothered JC all that much when he really thought about it. It had actually been kind of nice. Wade had really soft lips and the warm touch to his cheek had been quite innocent. Hadn't it? Of course it had. If it wasn't what would that have meant? That Wade liked him or something? JC stopped in mid brush, toothbrush in his foam-encircled mouth.
"No. I'm just a horny old man apparently," he said mumbled by the brush between his lips. He stopped brushing again and laughed to himself, "And I talk to myself. This is healthy."
He finished up his after meal routine, rinsing, flossing, swishing, and gargling. He was a bit anal-retentive when it came to dental care but he did get a lot of compliments on his teeth.
Everything was perfect, just the right lighting, a glass of white wine, lounging on the couch, his newest book open to chapter 12 in his hands. What more could he want? He smiled to himself when he realized he had been staring at the same page for about 20 minutes. His mind just kept wandering. For some reason he just couldn't concentrate on the book tonight. He couldn't really remember the last time he had actually looked forward to something. But he was definitely looking forward to tomorrow night.
"Justin," Craig said kneeling beside the bed and shaking him softly. "Baby wake up."
Justin's eyes opened slowly and focused on Craig's beautifully smiling face. He immediately smiled as well, it was sort of contagious.
"I have to go do a shoot," he said running his hand along Justin's bristly cheek gently.
"I thought you didn't have to work today."
"Someone got sick so they called me in."
"Do you have to?"
Craig smiled, "Yeah I do babe."
"When will I see you then?"
"This afternoon. Come by my place okay?"
"Okay," Justin said yawning.
"I'll leave the key under the mat just in case I'm not there."
He nodded, eyes closed. "What time is it?"
"It's only 5," Craig said kissing his forehead. "Go back to sleep baby."
When Justin woke up he could barely remember the half sided conversation Craig had with him just a few hours before. Luckily his extremely intuitive boyfriend had foreseen such events and left a detailed note taped to the bathroom mirror. Justin smiled at the slightly crooked heart that Craig placed before signing the letter with his first name. Justin frowned as he tried to bring to mind Craig's last name. He must have mentioned it, he had to of. There's no way he couldn't have just done so in passing. The phone ringing loudly in the other room interrupted Justin's thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Jay, what's up?"
"Nothing," Justin said rolling his eyes a bit.
"How are you? We didn't really get to talk after the meeting," JC said.
"I'm fine."
"Still mad?"
"Nope."
"Yes you are," JC said teasing him a bit.
Justin smiled despite himself. "Okay I'm not mad. More hurt I guess."
"We didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know."
"Honestly we should have told you a long time ago."
"Yeah you should have."
"So uh, are we good now?"
"Yeah we're good."
"Cool, what's going on today?"
"I was going to try to get in a few holes of golf before I go see Craig."
"Oh, so you guys are doing okay then?"
"Yeah."
There's a long silence for a minute.
"Why don't you come hit a few balls with me and we cant talk about stuff," Justin said. He suddenly had a lot of things on his mind and he needed his best friend to help him sort them out.
"That sounds fun. I'll meet you there in 30 minutes okay?"
"Okay."
Justin hung up the phone feeling better about the whole group situation, but now he was questioning something that he never thought he would, his relationship with Craig.
"So are you going to bring it up or am I?" JC asked lining up his shoot on the 4th hole.
Justin glanced behind them where the caddies were standing, at what he assumed to be well out of ear shoot. He watched JC pull the club back, and in perfect form, hit the ball dead on sending it flying through the air high above the height of the trees. They both stood there, hands held over their eyes to shade their views from what little sun crept out behind the gray clouds that loomed overhead.
"And it's out of here," Justin said smiling. "Where'd you learn how to hit like that?"
"I had a good teacher," he said letting the club drop through his closed fist to the neatly trimmed grass at his feet. He crossed his legs and leaned on it slightly. "So?"
"So what?" Justin asked placing his tee and ball into the ground.
"So how are things?" JC asked standing in the way so Justin couldn't swing freely.
"They're good."
"Then why are we out here in sixty degree weather?"
"You didn't have to come."
"Jay, come on. I've never had to wrestle this kind of stuff out of you before."
Justin looked at the sky, then the ground, and then he got very interested with straightening out the glove on his right hand.
"Okay," he finally said looking JC in the eyes. "I guess it's just that I don't know Craig as well as I thought I did."
"How well could you know him in three days?"
"Five."
"Alright five then. It's not even a week Jay."
"Yeah I know. But you just don't understand."
"I want to."
Justin paused, "Have you ever met someone that...when they were around, the whole entire world made sense? Like with just one look into their eyes you know everything will always be alright?"
JC looked at him and saw the pleading in his eyes, the longing for someone to comprehend. "I wish I could say that I did understand or even knew what that was like, but I can't. I've never felt that way about anyone. I guess I've seen it before though, in my parents, but I've never actually experienced it."
"Well it's crazy. At first you don't really know if it's love or lust or what. But then there's this sort of clarity that comes to you at some point. The fog that was always covering you, that you never knew was there, finally lifts up and you're left with this..."
"With what?"
"With this, I don't know, euphoric state of mind."
"Euphoric?" JC asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah I know some words," Justin said nonchalantly.
"Okay even though I've never had your whole epiphany about life thing, I do kind of know what you mean. I can see that change in you. You've grown a lot in these past few days and I have a good feeling that it has something to do with Craig."
Justin nodded, "You really think?"
"Yeah I do. Did he do something to you?"
"No of course not. He's perfect."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I guess there isn't one," he said shrugging. "Maybe I'm just not used to be this happy."
"Well you'll just have to get used to it."
"Yeah," he said smiling.
"Now that we got that all settled, take your shot so I can finish kicking your ass," he said backing away.
"That'll be the day," Justin said under his breath but just loud enough for JC to catch it.
He took his shot and the ball fell just inches away from JC's.
"Not bad, but next time try to follow through," JC said smiling.
"Prick."
"Yeah well I'm a prick who's winning."
"You're so competitive."
"Me?" JC said in amazement. "You just called me competitive? Are you not the same Justin Timberlake who was almost in tears when I beat him at air hockey just two weeks ago?"
"Hey, I had a bad day. And you cheated," he said walking towards the golf carts.
"I never cheat," JC said throwing his club in the bag his caddy held out for him.
Justin laughed hysterically, "You always cheat. Everyone knows that."
"You don't have to cheat when you have skills," JC said driving down the fairway towards the hole.
"Exactly."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means precisely, correctly, truly, accurat-"
"I know what the word means," he interrupted. "Are you implying that I don't have skills?"
"In some things yes. In others not so much," Justin said hoping out of the cart.
"Like what?"
"It's your shot."
"Justin."
"Joshua, it's your turn."
"You can't even cheat at air hockey," he said quietly.
Justin laughed shaking his head from side to side.
Considering the fact that Justin had just played 18 holes of golf, was woken up at five in the morning, and didn't sleep very well the rest of it, he was surprisingly wide awake. After going home to take a quick shower he decided to head over to Craig's. He figured he might clean up a little or fill the entire apartment with flowers, anything to make Craig smile when he got home.
When Justin entered the one bedroom residence it looked exactly as he remembered it. Although it had only been the morning before when he woke up in Craig's arms, laying on the surprisingly comfortable mattress that called the floor it's home in the man's bedroom. He noticed that the painting was even more radiant in the afternoon sunlight. Craig had done the shadowing and the final touches to make Justin's face and body look extremely flawless. There was something odd though; he had to admit, about staring up at your six by eight foot portrait. Granted it did look like Justin but it also had the feel of him. Craig had captured everything that was Justin Randal Timberlake. His slightly cocky side mixed in with the sweet innocent little boy that he still was underneath all of the sexual exuberance that immediately dripped out of his pores in interviews and on stage. He had even depicted his business side, which is a hard feat when the model in question is nearly completely nude in the painting.
He tore his eyes off of the mural sized painting and took in the rest of the room. He had been so wrapped up in first the sheet then in Craig's arms that he had forgotten to ask him where all the furniture was. When he first walked in he hadn't even noticed. The thought of just having Craig back in his life was enough to make him forget his own name and address. After that initial shock had worn off though he had made a mental note to bring up the topic of furniture. Maybe Craig really couldn't afford any. The apartment couldn't be but so expensive and he did work a lot, but Justin wasn't sure how much money he actually made on the photo shoots. It could be only enough to get by, without furniture as the case was.
He thought a moment and then pulled out his cell phone. If Craig couldn't afford it, he sure as hell could.
When Craig got home, about 20 minute later, Justin was still on his cell phone talking quietly into it. He smiled at Craig and ended the call as what could only be described as quite abruptly.
"Who were you talking to?" Craig asked suspiciously, but still smiling.
"Just business," Justin said kissing his lips. "Mmm, I missed that."
They kissed again a little longer this time.
"Hey I better go take a shower," Craig said letting his arms fall from Justin's waist and back to his sides.
"Why? I like it when you're dirty," he said pulling the man firmly to his body.
Craig growled, "I just got off work though babe. And plus we have plans."
"What kind of plans?" he asked a little too busy licking Craig's neck to really pay any attention.
"It's a surprise," he said pushing Justin away and walking towards the bathroom.
"Surprise? What kind of surprise?"
"You'll see."
"Come on you have to tell me," Justin wined walking after him.
"I can't or else they wouldn't be surprises then."
"Well now I know there's more then one. Two surprises," he said thoughtfully. "Or maybe three?" he asked excitedly.
"You act like no one's ever gotten you anything before."
"Well they have but no one I ever loved."
"Aww," he said kissing his lips but pulling away quickly.
"So? What are they?" he asked holding his hands out.
Craig smiled, "They're a little too big to put in your hands."
"Hmm," Justin said and then smiled wickedly at him. "No," he said face falling again, "those can fit in my hands."
Craig shook his head and then took off his shirt.
"Please tell me."
"I need to take a shower first and then we can leave, okay?"
"Fine," he said sighing. "But hurry."
"I will," he said as Justin shut the door behind him.
Justin sat on the floor in the living room and wondered about his surprises for a few minutes before there was a knock at the door. He jumped up figuring this was the first leg of his surprise or at least a good clue.
"Uh, hi," a man said looking curiously at Justin.
"Hi," Justin said smiling.
"Is Craig here?"
"Yeah he's in the shower."
"Oh okay. Can you do me a favor then?" he asked pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket.
"Sure."
"Make sure he gets this," he said handing Justin the crisp white letter.
"Will do. Are you a friend of his? Did you want to come in?"
"No I'm fine. Just give him the letter okay?"
"Okay. Thanks," Justin said and he closed the door.
He smiled down at the letter and held it up to the light trying to make out what was inside. He frowned when all he could see was unidentifiable black pen marks. He put the letter in his back pocket and went back to the door realizing he hadn't gotten the man's name. He looked out but there wasn't anyone around.
"You're not leaving are you?" Craig asked walking into the living room with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
"Not with you dressed like that," he said kissing the man's lips. Justin pulled back. "Oh you have a letter," he said taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Craig over his arm like he was a waiter and the note was an expensive bottle of champagne.
"Thank you," he looked at the blank envelope. "Who's it from?"
Justin shrugged, "I don't know. I forgot to ask his name."
"Okay well I'll be ready in ten minutes alright?"
"Yes hurry up already. You're killing me smalls."
Craig laughed but soon returned looking very well put together. Justin looked at him in awe. The thin white shirt draped over his tight muscular form made him look perfect. The pants he was wearing, Gucci Justin decided, were perfectly tailored to fit every curve and angle of his lower body.
"What?" Craig asked looking down at himself.
"You're gorgeous."
"Yeah right," he said buttoning his shirt about half way up his chest.
"You are," Justin said walking towards him and kissing him lightly on the forehead.
"Geez you're gonna make me blush," he said sarcastically but kissed Justin on the cheek for the sweet comment.
"Am I dressed okay?" Justin asked looking down at his faded blue jeans and red polo shirt. "I didn't know we were going anywhere fancy."
"We're not. You look perfect," Craig said tucking in his shirt.
"I don't know about perfect, but I'd give myself an eight," Justin said straightening his collar.
Craig laughed, "Well are you ready to go Mr. GQ?"
"Yes definitely," he grabbed Craig's hand and pulled him to the front door.
"Wait!" Craig said suddenly when Justin opened the door.
He turned and looked at him expectantly.
"The first surprise is outside so close your eyes," Craig said smiling.
Justin did so without hesitation and allowed Craig to lead him down the stairs of the complex slowly.
"Okay," Craig said. "Open your eyes when I tell you."
"Alright," Justin said, the anticipation building in the pit of his stomach. It sort of felt like he had to hurl, but in a good way.
"Open!" he said taking his hands away from Justin's eyes.
As soon as Craig's hands fell form his eyes Justin's mouth immediately fell open. His eyes got wider then they had ever been before but he couldn't tare them away, not for a second.
"How did you...where did you..." he let his sentence trail off obviously surprised that he was even able to find his voice, let alone speak somewhat coherent English.
"Do you like it?" Craig asked unable to tare his eyes away form the man standing next to him. That expression was priceless.
"I...yeah...fuck yeah I do," he said running the short distance to the car. "How did you..." he said again running his hand along the smooth silver fender.
"The shoot that we did this morning was with a whole bunch of different cars, this being one of them."
"They let you take it?"
Craig laughed, "No I borrowed it. And I only had to put one lung and a kidney up for collateral."
Justin finally ripped his eyes away from the car to smile at him.
"Anyway," Craig continued, "I knew the guy who lent the cars out for the shoot and I asked if I could borrow this one today."
"Really?"
"Yeah I figure you need to test drive it before you buy one for yourself right?" he asked.
"Well yeah I guess," he said looking at the Lamborghini again. "I can't believe you did this. I can't believe you even remembered what I said."
"I remember everything you've ever told me." He paused letting Justin roam around the car a few times. When it didn't look like he was making any moves to get inside Craig said, "Come on."
He threw the keys at Justin who caught them in mid air.
"Really?" he asked again turning the keys over in his hand, unsure if this was some kind of really cruel joke.
"Yeah Justin. Get in the car baby. There's a button on the key chain to open the doors."
Justin pressed it and the doors opened upwards as if the car was trying to take flight. Craig laughed when he heard Justin gasp as he slipped into the cool leather interior of the car.
"This is so cool," he said sticking the key in the ignition and listening to the engine purr. "Thank you," he said and kissed Craig deeply on the mouth.
Their tongues hit each other with an urgency neither of them knew they had. Justin put his hand on the back of Craig's neck holding him close to his mouth as their lips scraped across the other's. He moaned a little as the kiss ended, pulling back and pecking Craig's lips one last time.
Craig smiled trying to catch his breath a little after the kiss, "Wow I wonder what I get if I actually buy you one of these."
Justin laughed, "You don't have to buy me one. This was enough."
He kissed him again, but just quickly.
"So where to?" he asked his eyes twinkling in the late afternoon light.
"Anywhere you want to go," he said gesturing to the world in front of them. "I thought we could drive around for a while and then stop for dinner."
"Okay," Justin said putting the car into gear and starting to reverse.
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you," Craig said.
"What?" Justin asked stopping the car and looking at him.
"If you scratch the car it's my ass."
"I was kind of thinking it'd be your ass either way but okay," he said shrugging. "I'll be very careful."
He kissed him on the cheek and then they were off. Like Justin had promised he was very careful, even driving a bit under the speed limit at times. When they got into an area where it was mostly just orange groves and farms he hit the gas loving the way the car smoothly went forward as he shifted with expertise.
"Here feel this," he said putting Craig's hand on the stick. He placed his hand over it and shifted.
"Nice," Craig said smiling at him as they drove.
In a few hours even Justin had to admit that he was too hungry to drive anymore so they pulled into a restaurant that Craig pointed out.
"You're going to love it here," he said touching Justin's arm as they walked to the door.
"Ah Craig! Come buono per vederlo," the host said with his arms outstretched.
"Mauricio," Craig said kissing the man on both cheeks.
"Il tempo lungo no vede l'eh?" he said holding Craig out at arms length. "Lei guarda buono il mio ragazzo," he said with another hug.
"Thank you," Craig said.
"You brought a friend," the man said in a heavy Italian accent.
"Yes. This is Justin," he said pulling Justin closer by his arm.
"Nice to meet you Justin."
"You too," Justin said taking the man's outstretched hand.
"Let me show you to a table, eh?" he asked walking in front of them. "Suo zio l'aspetta di venire la visita ancora."
"I know. Is he here?" Craig asked taking a seat.
"Of course. Andrò lo prende per lei. Enjoy your meal okay?" he said pinching Craig's cheek before he left.
Justin laughed, "I didn't know you speak Italian."
"Yeah some," Craig said rubbing his red cheek.
"So what were you guys saying?"
"He just said that I haven't been here for a while and my uncle missed me. He went to go tell him we're here."
"Okay," Justin said smiling across the table at him.
Craig smiled too and watched as the candlelight between them flickered in Justin's eyes.
"My uncle, well he's actually my great uncle, doesn't speak any English so I'll translate okay?"
Justin nodded and smiled, he had a feeling he'd be doing a lot of that tonight.
"So do you come here a lot?" he asked.
"Yeah, now that I'm living in Florida. Free Italian food, how can you pass that up? Plus my uncle owns it and he'd be pretty mad if I didn't come in at least once a week."
Justin nodded.
"Il mio ragazzo!" an older man said walking towards the table with open arms.
"Giuseppe di zio," Craig said standing and hugging the man.
Justin stood as well and smiled politely.
"Questo è il mio Justin di amico," Craig said gesturing towards Justin.
"Piacevole per incontrarlo," he said kissing Justin on both cheeks.
"He said it's nice to meet you," Craig said smiling.
"You too," Justin said.
"This is my uncle Giuseppe Battistella."
Justin smiled again and then sat back down, following Craig's lead.
"Come lei fanno? Lei guarda buono," he said puling up a chair.
"Sono stato buono. Lavorare un lotto. He asked how I was and I told him I've been working a lot."
"Okay," Justin said. "What part of Italy are you from?"
"Da che la parte di Italia lo sono?" Craig asked him.
"Ah, Molise. È una città piccola in Italia centrale. Da dove lo sono? La Florida?"
"He's from Molise a small town in Central Italy. He wants to know where you're from."
"Well Tennessee but I live here in Orlando now."
"Il Tennessee ma vive in Orlando adesso."
Giuseppe nodded, "Che lei fa?"
"È musicista," Craig said. "I told him you're a musician."
"Ciò è meraviglioso. Lei dovrà giocare qualcosa per noi un giorno," he said standing.
Craig laughed, "He said you should play something for them sometime."
"Oh I'd love to," Justin said.
"Ha detto che amerebbe a."
"Lo lascerò i ragazzi ritornano alla cena. Il Giovanni sarà sopra portare il suo ordine. Era la riunione piacevole lei."
"He said it was nice meeting you."
"Oh you too," Justin said standing and shaking his hand.
"Avrò una bottiglia del nostro vino migliore inviato sopra troppo," he pinched Craig's cheek. "Ah, il mio ragazzo."
Then he walked away.
Justin laughed, "How does your face survive all these free dinners?"
"I have no idea," he said rubbing his cheek again.
"This is so cute."
"What?"
"You with the speaking Italian and the family and stuff," he said smiling brightly.
Craig laughed, "Sorry I didn't tell you before. It doesn't come up much though."
"I understand."
"Oh and so you know this is your other present. I don't just let anyone meet my uncle."
"I love this present. He was very nice. Do you think he liked me?"
"Yes I do. He doesn't like many Americans either."
"Do you bring a lot of guys here?"
Craig rolled his eyes, "No I don't."
"I was joking," Justin said touching his hand across the table.
"I know," he said smiling.
Justin took his hand back and opened his menu.
The waiter brought their wine and talked to Craig about something before disappearing again. The restaurant was pretty empty when they got there but it started filling up, people filing in and sitting down. Glasses could be heard clinking and the volume rose a bit. Justin assumed that this must be a pretty profitable business.
"Pronto a ordinare?" asked the waiter.
"Uh, Craig?" Justin said looking up.
"Yeah?"
"The menu is in Italian."
"Oh yeah sorry. Possiamo avere più minuti per favore?" he said to the waiter.
"Sì," he said retreating to another table.
"What kind of stuff do you usually like?" Craig asked.
"Um... this looks good. Torcinelli involtini?" he asked.
Craig laughed, "I really don't think you'll want that. I mean it tastes good but..."
"But what? What is it?"
"Well it's lamb intestines filled with chopped liver."
"Okay," he said looking back at the menu. "Let's try again."
"How about Calcioni di ricotta rustici? It's rounds of pasta dough filled with ricotta, provolone and prosciutto fried in olive oil."
Justin looked at him, "You must really eat here a lot."
"Well yeah but I also worked here when I first came to Florida."
"Okay. Well that sounds really good."
"It's my favorite."
They ate and drank wine, Craig introducing people he knew to Justin as they stopped by the table to talk to him.
"Teach me something in Italian so I can impress your uncle," Justin said after desert.
"Like what?" he asked smiling.
"I don't know. How about thank you so much, the food was excellent and it was very nice meeting you?"
"Ringraziarlo cosí molto. Il cibo era eccellente e ho piaciuto realmente la riunione lei."
"Hmm..." Justin said thinking. "That's a little hard to say."
Craig laughed and went over it with him a few times slower. Soon Justin was able to say it with a minimal English accent.
Craig kissed the aging man on both cheeks, "Giuseppe di zio essrò di ritorno presto prometto, bene?"
"Lei meglio. Abbiamo bisogno di parlare di suo padre quando lei fa," he said hugging the boy.
When his uncle said padre, which means father, Craig's tanned skin turned almost completely white. He didn't like talking about his dad, especially with his uncle. They never really got along but his dad still didn't want anyone knowing where he was or what was going on with him and that meant Uncle Giuseppe. He hated lying to that grandfatherly man. He felt a hand on his back and looked to his side to see Justin's concerned face. He smiled and shrugged.
JC and Wade burst through his front door giggling and falling all over each other.
"Do you want a drink?" JC asked collapsing on the couch.
"I think we've had a few already," Wade said. He was still standing but swaying from side to side noticeably.
JC giggled, "Yeah. I guess so."
"I'll go get us something," Wade said moving slowly but surely in the direction of the kitchen.
Soon he was back with two glasses and a bottle of tequila.
"You're cocktail is served sir," he said loudly setting everything down on the coffee table in front of JC.
JC sat up and poured the drinks letting liquor flow over the table.
"Whoopsy," he said throwing his drink down his throat. The alcohol burned a little but was pretty smooth going down.
"Oh!" Wade yelled and got up and ran in the kitchen.
JC shrugged and downed another drink.
"We forgot the salt and lime," he said from the kitchen. " Shit! I almost cut my finger off," he said coming back out.
They started laughing again and Wade plopped down on the couch next to JC.
"Here," he said handing JC a slice of lime. He licked the man's hand, which made JC laugh even harder and then dashed it with salt. "Ready?"
"Sure."
"Go!" he said.
They downed more of the brown liquid, this time licking the salt and sucking on the lime.
"Whoa!" Wade said when he tried to stand; instead he fell back onto the couch.
They started laughing again as the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" JC said hopping up. He crawled over Wade's body to get to the phone but rolled off of him instead, hitting his shoulder on the coffee table as he went down.
He laughed as he held onto his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Wade asked through gasps of air.
"Yeah I think so," he said still laughing. "My shoulder hurts now though."
"Here, come lay down and I'll give you a massage."
"It better be a good one," JC said crawling up the couch.
Wade laughed, "You have to take off your shirt or else it won't work."
"Yeah right," he said laying face down on the couch now.
"Come on," Wade wined.
"Fine," he said and turned over struggling with his shirt buttons. He finally gave up a bit laughing at his foolishness. "I can't."
Wade laughed looking down at him and leaned down undoing the buttons. He looked into JC's eyes, which were half closed but still radiantly bright. He turned over on his bare chest and awaited his massage.
To get a good angle Wade kneeled on either side of JC's body. As he worked his hands over the smooth warm skin he could feel the growing erection that was trapped in his jeans. He moved his hands down farther, from JC's shoulders to his upper back. JC let out a small moan as the hands traveled even farther down his spine to his lower back.
"You have to turn over now," Wade said standing.
"I can't move."
Wade laughed, "Come on I have to finish."
JC rolled over, almost falling onto the floor again. He reached for his glass and took a long drink, most of it spilling down his chin and onto his chest.
Wade laughed at him, "Where'd you learn how to drink anyway?"
"Hey, I know how to drink," he said slurring his words together a bit and pointing in Wade's general direction.
"Sure you do," Wade said pushing him back on the couch. "I'll clean this up."
With that he bent his head down and licked the liquid off of JC's chest, circling his nipple and taking it into his mouth as he went.
"You're uncle's really great," Justin said. They had been driving for about ten minutes without talking.
"Yeah he's pretty cool. You know he was very impressed with your Italian."
"Really? Ya think?"
"Yep," he said looking out of the window onto the dark streets.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked glancing at him before turning his attention back to the road. "I couldn't understand what you guys were saying before we left but it seemed to upset you."
Craig shrugged, "He just wanted me to come back so we could talk about my dad."
"What about him?"
"He probably wants to know where he is and what he's doing."
"What's so bad about that?"
"My dad doesn't want anyone to know."
"But it's his uncle."
"Actually it's my mom's uncle but they got pretty close after she died."
"Then why doesn't he want him to know what's going on?"
"I don't really want to talk about it," he said but squeezed Justin's hand to reassure him that he wasn't mad.
"Oh!" JC screamed when Wade shoved his hand down his pants.
He started to grind against the intruder hard as his already enlarged cock started to throb in time to his heartbeat.
"Do you like that?" Wade asked.
"Yeah," JC said breathlessly.
When Wade unbuttoned his leather pants JC's cock sprung out at full attention. Wade immediately took the man's cock in his mouth and started to suck on it and run his tongue up and down on it.
JC grabbed his head and held him down to his lower body.
Wade licked around the base of his cock, teasing him a bit, and then back up his chest to his lips.
JC moaned as he accepted the man's tongue into his mouth sucking on it greedily and biting his bottom lip.
"Mmm," Wade said raising his body off of him.
He undid his pants and let them fall to his bent knees, his boxers not far behind. He started stoking his cock, sliding his hand up and down it slowly, twisting it in his fist. JC reached out and grabbed it stroking it for him.
"Do you want it?" Wade asked seeing the hunger in his partner's eyes.
"Yes," JC said in a whisper.
Wade stood, to JC's disappointment, but took his pants completely off and pulled his shirt over his head as well. He turned his attention back to JC who was still laying on the couch his hard cock crawling up his stomach and poking out of the fly of his black pants. Wade pulled the pants completely off, doing the same to JC's shoes and socks. He started sucking and licking him again almost to orgasm and then stopped.
"Do you want me?" he asked deeply in JC's ear licking it and biting his neck.
"Yes."
Wade pulled him up and took JC's place on the couch. As he lay there he watched JC run his hand down his firm body to his cock.
"Come here," Wade said reaching his hand out.
JC took it with his free hand and was soon straddling Wade backwards. He leaned down and started to lick Wade's cock as the other man sucked on him. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he was so horny all of a sudden, but he wanted Wade more than he had ever wanted anyone before.
JC moaned around the cock in his mouth when Wade let his tongue slide up his cock and balls to his ass. He started to lick his hole with his strong tongue, letting it slide in for a second and then back out as he stroked JC's cock with his closed fist.
Wade kept fucking JC's mouth until he was ready to orgasm.
"Oh God!" he said letting the other man's cock fall from his lips. "Harder. Suck me oh fuck yeah!"
JC felt a hot splash of cum squirt down his throat and he swallowed it immediately and licked at Wade cleaning him up.
"Oh God JC. I want you to fuck me," he said softly, still stroking JC's cock.
JC got off of him and held out his hand to him.
"Let's go upstairs then," he said slightly more sober now.
Wade smiled at him and they helped each other up to JC's bedroom.
They collapsed on the bed kissing and groping the other's body. Wade straddled JC starting to stroke himself hard again as JC fingered his ass.
"Do you have any lube? Lotion or something?" Wade asked looking down at him.
"On the dresser," JC said.
Wade grabbed it and then joined him back on the bed, lying next to him this time. He squeezed some of the lotion onto his hand and spread it over JC's cock.
"Oh," he moaned, his lower body rising to meet Wade's strokes.
Wade got on all fours and JC kneeled behind him.
"Squeeze some in my ass," Wade said. "Oh yeah. Now finger me."
JC did what he was told, pushing in one finger and then a second and moving them around a bit. Wade moved back on his hand grinding a little and moaning a lot. JC inserted a third finger and pushed them in as far as they would go.
"Oh yeah. Fuck me Josh. Come on fuck me."
JC moved his fingers out and replaced them with his hard cock. He pushed it in with one smooth thrust.
Wade screamed as JC pounded in and out of him jabbing his prostate with each thrust. He reached back and held onto JC's ass pushing him deeper inside, while his other hand furiously jacked off his own cock in time to the strokes.
JC grabbed Wade's shoulder's pulling him deep on his cock and shoved it in and out of him some more.
"Oh God!" JC screamed. "Oh I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah, cum in my ass Josh! Cum in my tight fucking ass," Wade said stroking himself to his second orgasm of the night.
JC screamed out and went rigid inside of Wade as his cock jumped and then shot out large spurts of cum. JC collapsed on top of him, still breathing hard from his powerful orgasm. Soon his cock was soft again and fell out of Wade's ass. He rolled over off of him.
Wade sighed and looked at JC as he lay there glistening with sweat, his hair matted to his wet forehead.
"That was so good," he said kissing JC's lips softly, much more tenderly then before.
"Yeah," JC said, eyes closed.
Wade laid down placing his head on JC's chest and moving JC's arm so it was wrapped around him. He smiled. He loved falling asleep with a smile.
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