Discharge
When it comes to sex there's four things JC likes best. Skin, sweat, spit and spunk. More specifically, Justin's skin drenched in his own sweat and covered with JC's spit and spunk. He likes catching Justin when he's been drained of all his restless energy, muscles aching from long hours of dance practice. He likes catching Justin with his shirt sticking to his body and sweats glued to the back of his thighs. JC aches too, but he forgets all about that when he's focused on stripping Justin from his clothes.
As soon as Justin is naked JC squats behind him and presses his lips to the small of Justin's back where the sweat pools. He tastes it with the tip of his tongue before he pushes Justin's buttocks apart and licks between the curves. The skin there is hot and sticky. The flavor is essence of Justin enhanced subtly by salt and the lingering fragrance of soap.
Probing deeper with a slick tongue, the flavor ripens into something funkier and JC breathes it into himself before blowing lightly against the sensitive skin around Justin's anus. When Justin moans and sways, JC catches his hips in his hands and sucks wetly at the tight ring of flesh until it is slicked with spit. By the time Justin's legs are ready to give way, JC's face is messy with his own saliva and it's dripping down the insides of Justin's thighs.
Once JC finally stands up, he runs his fingers through sweat-dampened curls and leans in to bite down where skin meets hair. He leaves the imprint of a bite mark glistening on the nape of Justin's neck.
When he spins Justin about to face him Justin licks the spit from his face, tongue lapping over JC's chin before their mouths meet in a sloppy kiss full of heat. They don't always kiss like this. Justin is fastidious with his mouth most of the time, but he'll eagerly let JC slobber all over him when he's ready to drop from exhaustion, muscles warm and liquid. He's eager when he knows JC wants to make him beg.
There are restraints attached to the corners of the headboard, thin leather loops made for gripping. JC purchased them in a German sex shop, but N'Sync had long departed Germany before he had the opportunity to slip them over Justin's wrists. Wrists enclosed, Justin can grip the tail of each strap in his fists so it feels like he has some measure of control, but he can't get free of them.
JC pushes him onto the bed now and Justin hitches himself up it until his hands can reach the headboard. He waits quietly, eyes closed, while JC fastens the leather around his wrists, but when JC finishes securing him to the bed, Justin is peering at him from tired, red- rimmed eyes. "Wade was mean today." The words are no louder than a whisper.
JC runs the back of his knuckles across Justin's cheek and answers softly, "I know."
Justin leans into JC's hand and says, "He doesn't have to be like that."
"He's nervous. We're all nervous." He scoots down next to Justin and stretches out beside him until he can rest his chin on Justin's chest. Justin looks down at him, eyes too bright and JC wishes he were the type of person to punch Wade in the mouth. But he isn't so he says, "I'll get Chris to kick his ass tomorrow."
Justin smiles then and says, "Let's dogpile him."
JC nods and drops his mouth to Justin's nipple. He licks it carefully until it hardens and then sucks it between his teeth and makes Justin forget all about Wade. When Justin whimpers he lets go and kisses the damp reddened nub lightly. Justin's chest rises and falls heavily and when JC looks up Justin's eyes are closed, but his lips are parted so JC crawls up to his face and slips his tongue between welcoming lips. Justin sighs and kisses him back lazily, his tongue making small slow movements against JC's.
When he feels the slight tug as Justin pulls against the restraints, JC breaks the kiss. Justin lifts his head, trying to follow, but JC is already moving down his body until he is squatting over Justin's knees. He holds Justin's gaze until Justin goes tense and stops breathing. The tension breaks when JC removes his shirt, breaking eye contact, and he feels Justin relax into the mattress as he tosses his shirt to the floor.
JC doesn't waste any time. He doesn't tease or torment. He just bends over and sucks Justin's cock to the back of his throat. He swallows a few times and feels the length of Justin grow and thicken in his mouth. When Justin starts pushing and moaning, JC slides his hands under him and grabs Justin's buttocks, letting him thrust but controlling the motion with a bruising grip. JC drops lower onto Justin's legs, further restricting his movement until all he can manage is a slow and easy rhythm into JC's mouth. JC smiles around Justin's cock when he hears, "Jay Ceeee," and then a frustrated groan as Justin pulls hard on the restraints.
He's not really teasing though. He wants Justin to come hard and fast so he tightens his mouth around Justin's cock and sucks hard as he loosens his grip on Justin's ass. With that little bit of freedom, Justin drives hard into JC's mouth until he comes.
Justin hasn't come in three days because JC's been going to bed early and JC knows the boy won't masturbate so the first orgasm is always heavy and thick. JC holds it in his mouth until Justin has settled against the mattress. Wrapping his hand around the base of Justin's flagging erection, he slowly lets it all dribble out of his mouth and back onto Justin's cock. The first stroke gets a, "no, JC," and the second gets, "just wait, not yet."
He runs his hand over the sensitized head of Justin's cock, slicking it with cum, before he looks up at Justin's face. "Come again for me, J."
Justin stares at him and nervously wets his lower lip with a pink tongue, but doesn't answer until JC runs his fist over the head of his cock again. "In a minute, just a minute."
Justin's body flinches under JC's hand as he tries to pull himself away from the over-stimulation, but he can't get anywhere. JC watches his flushed face carefully, waiting for signs of capitulation. He coaxes it along. "You can do it, Justin. Look. You're hard for me already."
JC slows his hand as he watches Justin pull and twist, eyes squeezed tightly shut. It's when his caress is feather-light upon the shaft of Justin's cock that Justin gives in and thrusts into JC's hand with a moan. Gripping him tightly then, JC increases the tempo and jerks Justin rapidly until he's coming inside JC's fist. Justin sobs as he comes and JC watches the shudders roll through him, stomach muscles tight and trembling as JC finishes him off.
JC let's go of Justin's cock and runs his hands down the sides of Justin's thighs, matting the hairs down with sticky fluid. Justin's skin is flushed all over and every place JC touches him is warm and sweaty. He rolls his hips slightly, lifting himself up off Justin's legs, reaches forward and rubs his fingers down Justin's chest until he reaches the damp furred line that bisects his torso. When JC skims his hand across it, catching hairs between his fingers, Justin sighs softly and his body quakes beneath JC's hand.
JC lets the saliva build up just behind his teeth. When he opens his mouth, it dribbles out and a large dollop lands directly onto the head of Justin's cock. As soon as it hits him, Justin moans and bucks his hips, his eyes flashing open to look at JC, before shuttering closed again. "Tired."
JC lets some more spit trickle out of his mouth and onto Justin's cock and Justin shakes his head back and forth even though his cock is jumping. "Jayceee, no. Just...sleep."
"Just one more, then sleep."
"I'm already asleep...already asleep. Sssshh. Stop."
JC smiles. It's a game. He'll win. "You're already asleep?"
"Yes! See? Sleeping." Justin exaggerates a snore and then peeks at JC out of one eye, ruining the effect.
JC slips his hand between Justin's thighs which spread accommodatingly beneath him and rubs against the tender flesh close to Justin's groin. When JC hits a ticklish spot, Justin loudly expels a breath and his legs open a bit more as he wiggles beneath JC's thighs. "I guess, yeah. Only two more days to catch up on rest before the tour starts."
Justin makes a non-committal noise and lies still, but JC can still feel the electricity humming beneath the surface of his skin. "I'm tired."
Justin opens his eyes then to look at him. He whispers, "JC?"
JC tries not to smile. "Yeah?"
"You could do it again?"
"Mmm, maybe in the morning. If we have time."
"Jayceee."
It's a groan and when JC flicks his eyes down, Justin is hard again. He runs a finger down the shaft and watches it jump. "What do you want?"
Justin pants and licks his lips. JC knows he's not kidding about being exhausted. They're all exhausted. But they're also tense and keyed up, especially Justin. JC strokes him again lightly. "Tell me what you want."
Justin whimpers and bucks up against his hand. "Make me come. Please. Just. Please."
"What if I don't wanna stop when you do?"
Justin shivers and moans, "Then do it over and over."
JC grips him now, stroking slow and firm. "Even if you beg me to quit?"
Justin nods his head and gasps as JC starts pumping his cock. "Yessss!"
It doesn't take long and when Justin comes a third time, JC rides right over Justin's screeching protests and keeps going until Justin is arching beneath him and nearly throws JC off of him as he comes for the fourth time. JC watches in fascination as Justin's cock thrums and pulses, but nothing comes out of it. He's already drained him. He thinks that may be enough so he lets Justin go and takes his own cock in his hand. He's been stiff for a long time and it doesn't take more than a minute or so to jerk himself off onto Justin's stomach.
When he's done, he crawls up beside Justin and undoes the straps until Justin's hands fall out of them. Freed, Justin reaches for his own stomach, rubs at the come already drying and then gives up out of exhaustion and futility. JC pulls a blanket up around them both and Justin rolls into him and wraps an arm over JC's waist as he snuggles in closer. It feels good. Justin is warm and heavy and his mouth is soft and pliant when JC kisses him. When Justin finally drifts off to sleep, every place where JC's body touches Justin is met by comforting stillness.