Told and Shown
"Justin, you'll like it. I promise."
JC tried to sound gentle, tried to sound soothing and reassuring, but he couldn't control the excitement that made his hands tremble as he unbuttoned Justin's shirt, slowly, one button at a time, revealing the strong, smoothly pale muscles of Justin's abdomen. He wanted to lean down and lick along the ridges of Justin's ribs, see if that skin tasted as good as it looked. He was sure it did, and the eternity he'd waited to be in a position to finally, finally do this - well, that time would just make it taste all the sweeter.
"JC, wait." Justin's hands were on his shoulders and tightening by the second. "I don't . . . I don't know, man."
JC sighed - just a few more buttons, and he could have slid the shirt off of Justin's body. He looked at Justin. "What's not to know?"
"I just." Justin furrowed his brow. "I don't know if I can do this with a guy."
JC sighed again. "Justin." He leaned in and caught Justin's mouth in a kiss before Justin could pull back, his tongue sliding strong and easy between Justin's lips. Justin's hands spasmed, clutching convulsively, but he returned the kiss every bit as enthusiastically as he had earlier, when they had both been much more drunk.
"See, J?" JC murmured into Justin's mouth. "No different than with a girl." He worked his tongue back in, flexing it around Justin's, as his hand inched downwards, palm gliding over Justin's bare chest, under the remaining bit of buttoned shirt, down to cup Justin's cock through his pants.
"C, no, stop." Justin turned his head away and JC growled deep in his throat. This was so fucking frustrating - years of watching as Justin grew from puppy-dog cute to fuckably gorgeous, fucking YEARS of watching for any sign that Justin might possibly be interested in guys. He dropped down to the curve of Justin's shoulder, licking and kissing and sucking, and Justin moaned, even as he tried to push JC away.
He hadn't pushed JC away earlier. Justin had been the one, drunk on Hypnotiq and the pulsing bass beat, dancing behind JC, and the intent of his hands on JC's hips couldn't have been mistaken for anything else. JC had turned in his grip, sliding a thigh automatically between Justin's legs, unable to believe it when Justin didn't laugh and move away into the crowd, like he always did. Justin had stayed, grinding against JC and staring with fiercely dark eyes, wrapping his arms purposefully around JC's neck. It hadn't been anything for JC to work him back against the wall, as private as you could get in a club like that, and let him grind as JC moved in for an experimental kiss, hot and slick, and Justin's mouth had been hungry and hard. He hadn't pulled away.
But he was pulling away now, or trying to, JC thought viciously, and he bit down on the rise of Justin's collarbone. Justin yelped and shifted backwards on the bed, and JC followed. His hands went to Justin's fly, unbuttoning and unzipping in a matter of moments, slapping Justin's hands away when they tried to stop him.
"C, no, I'm serious, I don't want-"
"I think you do, " JC snarled, tugging at the waistband of Justin's jeans. They slid off his hips easily enough, and JC's suspicions were confirmed. "See this, J?" He circled Justin's cock loosly with his hand, ignoring the frantic intake of breath, feeling only the stiffening shaft as he tightened his hand, cruelly tight, at the base. "This tells me you want it."
"I don't, it's not right, oh god-" Justin's hips jerked forward as JC bent and savagely sucked at the head of Justin's cock. His tongue curled reflexively as he continued to squeeze at the base, relishing every telling whimper that escaped Justin's mouth. Justin's hand found JC's hair, and JC's eyes watered as Justin's fingers pulled at his curls. He countered by sliding his mouth farther down Justin's length, down until his lips met his hand. "C, please, oh god-" Justin's voice sounded distant, his protests weak as his body gave lie to them.
JC pulled off, tightening his lips around the ridge of Justin's cock for one more punishing second before he dragged his tongue up and over Justin's trembling stomach. He crawled up over Justin's body, forcing him on his back. "You like it," he hissed into Justin's ear. "You love it."
"No," Justin moaned. JC bared his teeth - unbelievable, he was still denying it. Oh, this was ending only one way.
He spat into his hand and grabbed Justin's cock, roughly stroking in a furious rhythm he knew would be unbearable. "You love it," he repeated as Justin writhed beneath him. "You always wanted it, tell me, you fucking little tease, tell me yes."
"No, C, no," Justin wailed, arching up, his face red and flushing, tears at the corners of his eyes. JC licked at them, the salt sweet on his tongue, and he licked at Justin's mouth until it opened, desperate and pleading. JC plunged his tongue in, his hand flashing fire over Justin's pulsing cock. Justin squirmed and twisted, and he clutched at JC's forearm so hard that JC could feel the press of every finger like a brand.
"Say it, say yes, I know you want to," he demanded, reeling back for a breath before catching Justin's lip between his teeth and biting. Justin's cock was hot and full in his hand, Justin's hips were pushing up eagerly, the muscles of Justin's arms were tense and straining. JC had never wanted anything more; this was it, this had to be it. "Tell me, dammit!"
"Yes," Justin gasped, every word fighting to get out, "yes, ok, god, just finish it, please-"
"Again," JC said. He stilled his hand suddenly and Justin choked. "Again." JC's fingertips traced the angry veins on the side of Justin's cock. Nothing halfway, all the way or nothing. "Tell me again, you want it."
"I want it," Justin agreed, half-sobbing in frustration. "I want it, I want you, so long, my god. . . . JC, JC, oh please -" He opened his eyes to stare at JC, and the naked, painful honesty in them, the pure shock and realization, made JC's mouth drop. "Please," Justin repeated, barely moving his lips.
"I knew it." JC captured Justin's mouth again, his hand stroking again, fast and fierce. "See now? Wasn't so bad."
Justin nodded blindly, his hips thrusting up, and JC smiled all the way back down Justin's body, fondling his balls in a careful hand as he took Justin back into his mouth. He sucked at the head and down onto the shaft, all the way down this time, until he felt Justin bump at the back of his throat. He tilted his head and let Justin ease in, all the while stroking light circles on Justin's balls. Justin gave a sharp cry. He bucked up wildly, and JC felt the warm, salty spurt flood his mouth.
He licked Justin clean, as tenderly as he could, before stretching out beside him, outrageously hard and trying his best to ignore it. His victorious grin faded a bit, though, when he looked and saw that Justin's eyes were closed again, his face bright red, his chest heaving. JC put a hand to Justin's chest - his heart was thumping hard and erratic - and was relieved when Justin didn't roll away.
"J," he whispered, trying not to sound nervous. "You ok?"
"You sucked me off," Justin said hollowly, his eyes still closed.
"And you wanted me to."
"I told you no."
JC pressed his palm down onto Justin's skin, feeling his heartbeat begin to even out. "But you wanted me to."
"Yeah." Justin shivered and turned his head to the side, away from JC. "Yeah."
"So . . . you ok?"
Justin rolled onto his side then, but it didn't take him any further away from JC. He wrapped his arms around himself, tucking his hands into the loose, half-twisted-off shirt. "I will be. I think."
JC stretched an arm around Justin's waist, pulling him back into an embrace. "I know you will," he said into the back of Justin's neck. "I pushed you pretty hard there." His hand smoothed over Justin's stomach, strong and steady, and he felt Justin begin to relax back against him. "But it's gonna be worth it, J. You'll see."
"You'll show me," Justin whispered.