| RYTHEM OF LOVE “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” You stare at him with wide eyes and a slack expression because how the fuck can it *not* mean anything. “JC, I know you think this is, um, normal or some shit but..” He grabs your arms and pulls you into a hug. “It’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing your back. “It makes all kinds of sense. Just listen to me.” His embrace is tight and you wheeze from lack of air. “Fine,” you manage to squeak out. “I’m listening. Let me go now.” He breaks the hug and looks around which makes you wonder if he suffers from paranoia along with everything else. The heat is stifling and you wonder who the brainiac behind living in Orlando was anyway. You shudder when you remember, and take your shirt off to alleviate some of warmth. JC is right beside you and it dawns on you that you haven’t been alone with him since that night. The night when he kissed you. The night you threw up in the bathroom with nerves because it wasn’t right and it was JC--and mostly it wasn’t right. “Don’t you think about me?” he whispers. “That night? I mean, I know you were scared and all...” “Scared?” you hiss, turning on your heel. “You fucking freaked me out!” It’s hard to keep your voice down. Lance and Chris are less than ten yards from you, sitting beside the pool discussing something that looks important. You grab JC’s elbow and yank him behind a palm tree. “I threw up, man. You can’t think that was normal.” He looks wounded but holds his ground. “I’m not saying we fuck, Justin. I’m suggesting we...help each other out.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind but he only smiles. “They did it in the Army,” he says, like that’ll matter to you. “The Army?” you ask, cocking your eyebrow. “They fooled around in the Army?” He folds his arms over his chest and grins. “Yep. World War Two? They were so lonely and in the trenches. Well, things got hard.” You wince at the insinuation and try to turn away. “I’m not listening to this,” you say. “It’s insane and no.” “Come on,” he says, jumping ahead of you. “I know you’re a virgin, Justin. I know how management watches you like a hawk. Lance gets to have Danielle but what do you get? Hmm? You’re our token. You aren’t allowed to be seen with girls.” He’s got you with that, and you hate him so much sometimes. But you shrug as nonchalantly as you can and pull your sunglasses down over your eyes. The sun increases blasting you until beads of sweat pop out along your upper lip. “We can sneak upstairs. Right now. We don't’ have to be back down until dinner.” You hate the way JC talks so smooth, like he’s done with a million girls in a million clubs a million times. You hate the way he acts so much older and smarter. And you hate the way he smiles because he knows you’ll give in and try it. “Get outta my face,” you growl unconvincingly. He slides the key card into your hand. “I’m not gonna bite for Chrissakes.” You watch him drift off toward the hotel without a care in the world. The key burns in your palm and you shift from foot to foot. It’s hard to be you--no one gets it. No one gets to see how management pulls at you to walk that tight line. And when you complained about wanting to date, Lou’s assistant sent a call girl to your room. Definitely not what you wanted. You sent her home and jerked off in bed, then cried yourself to sleep. You love JC, honestly, but the thought of his hand wrapped around your dick--the image of staring at him while he brings you to orgasm--it pulls you all over the place. “Hey,” Lance says, jogging up to the tree. “You gonna go swimming? Joe’s coming down and we’re gonna play pool volleyball. You wanna team with me?” The key card slips between your fingers and you sigh. “Nah. I’m gonna take a nap,” you say, rubbing the platinum blonde curls on your head. “I don’t want my hair white from all this sun.” Lance nods and laughs like he knows you’re full of shit. But he jogs away, letting you off the hook. The hotel looks really big when you step back inside, bigger than it was when you left, and you can’t seem to swallow anymore. Your heart pounds against your ribs and you dab at your forehead with the tee shirt you took off earlier. Some girl swipes it from your hands before running off in a mad fit of giggles. “What the hell?” you gasp, staring after her. Security chases her and you wave them back. “Leave her. It was a freebie.” It seems to solidify your journey to JC’s room. As you wander the halls, you see his point. You’re young and horny and your hand, while it does the job, isn’t quite the feeling you’re aching for. The companionship. The sensations someone else can give you. Namely JC. You slide the key card in the door and take a deep breath. *************** His hands aren’t romantic. He keeps it basic. “I’m glad you came,” he smiles, tugging your shorts down. “Sit.” You study him and wonder if he’s done this before. The way he’s so casual. So professional. Efficient almost. “Hey, JC?” you ask as he’s tugging your sneakers off. “Mm?” You think better of asking when he shoves you back to the bed in one swift movement. Your head bounces off the mattress and you bite your tongue. “Shit!” you cry. JC lies beside you and winks. “Shh.” You frown because damn if this isn’t a bad idea. Like a really bad idea. Only now your naked and his hand is wandering down your stomach. It’s the sweat again that breaks out over your lip and palms and you close your eyes wondering if it’s too late to say no. “I’m going to touch you now,” he whispers into your ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” The word ‘stop’ is right on the tip of your tongue as his hand dips below your belly button--and your teeth press together to make that ‘st’ sound--but then his fingertip touches the underside of your dick.. ...and you forget how to speak. You can’t remember the last time you got hard so quick--well recently anyway--and you don’t want to open your eyes. If you open them you’ll have to face your fears. And JC’s hand feels too good. Your entire body would revolt if you uttered the word stop. His hand is so soft, like a girl’s, and his palm brushes across your erection twice before closing around it. You don’t know where to put your hands so you lift them over your head and let out a shaky sigh. You can feel him beside you--his chest against your side and the hints of an erection pressing near your thigh. He inches closer and you try to stay still. “Just tell me to stop if it gets too weird okay?” You nod because your mouth is dry and feels all cottony. You feel JC shift on the bed and squeeze your eyes shut tighter. The scent of his coconut shampoo fills your nose and a lingering scent of peppermint on his breath. From gum you assume. His other hand fondles your balls and you gasp at the sensation. It’s been forever since someone touched you--forever since they let anyone touch you. It’s too hard to even think about with JC so close. You can feel his breath against your stomach and push your hips up. You’ve never had a blow job--never been able to get that far--and you’re not sure what he’s planning. But you sink into that warm air swirling so close. It makes your stomach clench and your pulse race. You hear something faintly, then his hand is gone. Seconds later a cool liquid drips over you making you jump. His palm covers you again, stroking with ease. His hand moves quicker over your cock--his other hand squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. You bite on your lower lip for some semblance of control but it’s too far gone. You can feel the familiar sensations starting already and choke on the moan that tries to get out. JC moves fluidly, like his hand is meant to be wrapped around you like this. He doesn’t speak or break stride and when your hips rock more insistently, he picks up his pace--and squeezes just a little harder. You can feel the veins in your neck strain, and you tangle the bedspread in your hands. You need to come in his hand, to be with someone when you orgasm. Throwing your head to the side, you grunt under your breath and want to warn JC, tell him that you’re close and you’re there... But it’s too late. Everything is in motion and that second before you come, you can’t say a word. You feel high and blurry, blinded by crazy feelings you wish you could have all the time. The bed swallows you and you feel like you’ve been coming forever. ************ When you’re eyes finally open, JC is lying back by your side with slanted eyes. His hand is wrapped around his own cock and he’s staring right at you. You blush, redder than you already are, and try to smile. “Should I?” you ask, glancing down. “Do you want to?” he whispers. “Because you don’t have to.” When you look closer, you’re glad JC still has his clothes on, and only the red flesh of his cock is poking out. It makes you nervous so you lick your lips and try to keep your body in check. “Don’t worry,” he says with a soft laugh. “This was all about you, J. All about you.” You lie there while he masturbates beside you, and stare blankly at the ceiling. When he comes, some of it splashes on you hip and it makes your stomach flutter. He wipes it up and you up then stands and disappears into the bathroom. You roll onto your stomach and sigh into the crook of your arm. And wonder how soon you can get JC to touch you again. [ back ] |