Not What He Expected
This wasn't how it was supposed to go, Justin thought wildly.
It had all gone so perfectly, so seamlessly at the show, all five of them together, but god, he and JC had done something special, and it was with his song, exactly how he had imagined it. That was it, he had decided on the way back to the hotel. It was going to be tonight.
He had waited a few hours, then knocked on JC's door and JC had answered, all sleepy and dreamy-eyed and crazy-haired. He had pushed his way into the room, ignoring C's complaints, and then shutting him up with a hard and hungry kiss that had building up in Justin for years and years and years. JC had sort of gasped against his mouth, which he had expected, and JC had returned the kiss feverishly, which he had also expected, and now they were naked on the bed, which he had sort of expected, but had mostly just hoped for. A lot.
But now Justin was writhing, every muscle in his body tensed and aching, and he hadn't expected JC to be such a sadistic fuck. He hadn't expected JC to lick over every inch of his body, starting at the dip in his collarbone, working down to suck and bite at his nipples, caressing Justin's stomach and sliding his tongue into Justin's navel. He hadn't expected JC to spread his legs with eager hands and completely bypass his cock, and now JC was, god, licking the insides of his thighs, high up, so close but so not where he needed JC's mouth to be, not at all.
"Oh, oh, come on, just come on," he begged breathlessly, but JC wouldn't listen. JC's fingers were curved intimately around his ass, spreading him wide, and oh, his tongue, oh god, JC's tongue was flicking over his balls, and Justin's cock was screamingly hard, but every time he tried to reach down to touch himself, JC would stop, he would fucking stop and lift his head, and it didn't matter how loudly Justin moaned, he wouldn't go back until Justin had pressed his hands flat against the bed again.
"Good, J, just like that," JC murmured, and lowered his head again, and Christ yes, right there, JC's tongue pressed warm and hot and slick, and it circled and circled, and when it finally breached him, Justin arched and swore, because it was so good, but his cock was in agony, and he just wanted to flip JC over, he knew he could do it, he just wanted to pin him down on the bed and fuck him senseless.
"What was that?"
Justin practically whimpered; JC had withdrawn his tongue again, and now he was drawing feather-light circles on Justin's impossibly tight balls with his fingertips, and it was almost too much, the sheer fucking need racing through his body, he was going to explode before JC ever touched his cock.
"What did you say, J?"
God, had he said something? He'd say anything, anything, whatever, to get JC to put his mouth on him again. "Fuck . . . I want to . . . "
"Yes?" JC's voice was silky and infinitely patient, and Justin thought mindlessly that his tongue was like his voice, and it wasn't fair. "You want to . . . ?"
"Please C, shit, oh god, oh please!" Justin's hips tried to lift, but JC held them down with one hand, and Justin could hear the frantic whine in his own voice, but he couldn't help it. "Wanna . . . wanna fuck you . . . " he managed, and JC chuckled.
"I bet you do, baby. I bet your cock wants attention real bad, huh?" Justin nodded hysterically, thrusting up, and JC laughed again. "Man, you've got no clue. No clue at all. You know how long I've been waiting for this? Waiting for you? And you think I'm just gonna give it to you like that? I don't think so." Justin bit down hard on his lip when JC took Justin's index finger and brought it up to his mouth, wrapping his tongue lewdly around it and sucking, sucking, while Justin's cock jumped in envy. JC only smiled and pulled Justin's hand from his mouth, guiding it down.
"Oh . . . shit, C, no . . . " Justin closed his eyes, but that didn't stop JC from running Justin's wet fingertip along the side of Justin's cock.
"You're so hard," JC marveled. "Feel how hard you are?" He moved Justin's finger up and down, just the one finger, and Justin moaned. He needed to be touched, but he needed JC to be doing the touching, it was too much like this, it wasn't enough like this, he needed-
"Oh Christ, oh fuck," and JC's mouth was so goddamn slick and hot when it finally, finally wrapped around the head of Justin's cock, tongue circling and flicking lightning-fast, brushing over Justin's finger, darting over the slit and lapping at the pre-come while his cheeks hollowed, and JC was so gorgeous, so feral, but Justin couldn't look anymore, all he could see were the white flashes of light as JC moved his mouth down, and faster, and harder, swiveling suction all down Justin's cock, and almost, oh god, almost all the way down, so fast and hard and hot, and he never knew, oh shit-
"I said I don't think so." And that glorious heat was gone, and Justin wanted to die, he was so fucking hard, he was keening, he was crying, hot tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, and JC had moved up on the bed to lick the saltwater off of Justin's face.
"Oh please," Justin whispered desperately, and JC leaned in, capturing his raw lips and sucking at his tongue. Justin kissed him back frantically, his hands fisting against the sheets, needing to touch him more than anything, barely able to restrain himself.
"Oh, J," JC pulled back, licking at the corner of Justin's mouth, "do you have any idea how pretty you are like this? Going to pieces like this?" Justin shook his head blindly, hungry for JC's mouth, and JC gave it back to him for a brief moment before he sat up again, pulling Justin with him this time. "You want it, baby? You wanna fuck me?"
"Yes please, oh god, oh please, yes, let me, please please," Justin pleaded, his hands scrabbling over JC's chest, running over the muscles, the pale, smooth skin, his dark nipples. JC clenched his teeth and groaned, and Justin felt a brief sense of victory when he looked down at JC's cock, just as hard and red as his own, and he couldn't help himself, he ran one sweat-slick palm broadly over the head. JC shuddered, his face flushing, and he was so sexy, and Justin just wanted, oh god, "Oh C, I want to fuck you so bad," he whispered, as he slid his hand back between JC's thighs.
"Do it," JC hissed suddenly, and before Justin could even blink, JC was on his hands and knees, all ready and willing, his perfect ass right there, no more waiting, and oh my god, Justin could barely focus on the nightstand, could barely get his shaking hands to rip open the condom and roll it on, and there wasn't any lube so all he could do was lean forward and return the favor from earlier, licking sloppy and wet at JC's ass, relishing every moan, until he was ready and he was loose, and Justin kneeled up and oh god oh god oh god, JC was so tight, so fucking hot and tight.
"Don't be careful," JC gritted out, "just fuck me, you said you wanted it, come on, do it," and the rough edge of his voice said he wanted it too, and Justin couldn't wait anymore. He gripped JC's hips with both hands and pushed in, JC's grunt echoing his own, and he pulled out slow but shoved in faster, every inch of JC igniting his cock and electrifying his skin, and it was in and out until he hit a steady rhythm, JC gasping and grabbing at his cock, jacking himself in time to Justin's thrusts, and it wasn't going to last long, but fuck, oh fuck, this was it, this was what he had waited for forever, and it was so good, it was worth the wait, to have JC sweating and panting and pushing back against him, pushing back to meet him, and there were no words, no sounds, nothing but the slap of his body against JC's and the sweet intense light that was flooding his senses, surrounding his cock and spreading through him, and it was so hot and JC was so hot and JC was so beautiful and JC was so willing and hungry and eager and fuck yes fuck yes god this was it this was everything, his hands tightened and he stiffened and JC shivered and squeezed and that was it, he was coming, every muscle in his body howling as JC froze beneath him, his spine a sharp arc under Justin's palm, and he was coming too, it was together, just how he had wanted it forever, so sweet, so fucking sweet, oh god, finally, yes.
JC collapsed to the bed and Justin fell heavily just to his side, panting and winded and utterly sated. He never wanted to move again. Ever.
"J?" JC's voice was dreamy, just like it had been earlier when he had answered Justin's knock on his door, and just like then, Justin gathered up all his strength - this time, to wrap an arm around JC's shoulders and pull him close, all sweaty and spent. "J?"
"Yeah?"
"Was that . . . you knew that was gonna happen, huh?"
Justin's eyes were drifting closed. JC was pressed against him, warm and tangled against his legs, and everything was so fucking wonderful he couldn't even stand it. "I had an idea," he said.
"Was it what you expected?"
Justin smiled, already on the brink of sleep. "It was better."