Reality

By:  Lara

Joey closed his eyes, letting his hands slide down the smooth skin to settle on the slender hips. He held on firmly but not too hard, controlling himself as he continued to steadily thrust inside. It was hot and smooth and wet and so tight. It took everything he had not to let loose right then, but he wanted things to last. He wanted the amazing feeling to last.

He slid a hand up the spine, letting his fingers feel the way up the grooves of bone. Finally his fingers found their target, winding and twisting in the smooth curls. He felt rather than heard the groan, and he smiled. He had taught well. No words, no sounds, just an occasional pant or sigh.

Joey fisted his hand and yanked the head back, unable to hold back a moment longer. He saw the thin hand reach to touch sensitive skin, and Joey knew he wasn't the only one getting off. Joey thrust as hard as he could, punctuating the moves of his hips with curse words. He bowed his head, letting it rest on a bony shoulder as he came hard. He rested for a brief moment, then pulled out, making sure that the condom stayed close and tight. He heard the body collapse onto the bed, but he wasn't looking. He was tossing the condom and gathering his clothes.

“Tomorrow, maybe?” Joey said in a non-committal tone over his shoulder. 

It had all started with a blow job, the day he hurt his leg. He lay in semi-darkness in the hotel room, letting the pain medication do its job. He stared at the ceiling, trying to think of things other than the pain.

The door opened, and Joey expected the nurse or doctor or someone else coming to take care of him. “I'm fine,” Joey said through grinding teeth. “I'd be better if you all would let me sleep.”

“Are you really fine?” The voice whispered softly, and Joey felt the hands on his sweatpants.

“What the hell…” Joey murmured, but barely got the words out before the mouth enveloped him. “Oh, fuck,” Joey panted, the pain medication making every single sensation seem doubled or tripled. The mouth was talented, as was the hand that worked with it. Joey's hand grabbed at smooth curls as he came, crying out with pleasure.

“Get well soon.” The sweet lips touched his forehead, then he was alone again. He almost thought he had dreamed it. 

Joey set the rules. They were damn good rules, Joey thought to himself as the familiar heat carefully settled around his cock. “Good,” Joey grunted, holding onto the flexing thighs as the body moved up and down on his lap. “Fucking good.”

The rules were simple. No kissing, no face to face. No talking. Everything was ready when Joey got there. All Joey had to do was undress and stick it in. Just good, hot sex. Joey grimaced as fingernails dug into his thighs. He felt weight leaning forward, and he couldn't help but lick at the back in front of him. He smiled as he felt the warmth tighten around him.

“Like that, don't ya? Little whore…take it whenever I give it to ya, don't ya?” Joey hissed, grabbing at the waist and pulling the body down. “Whatever I have…you want it, don't you? Oh, shit…” Joey came before he knew what was happening. It was too good. Too hot. Too special to ever stop. 

“I wish you'd stop smiling like that,” Justin growled as Joey joined him in front of the wax figures. “You look like…”

“Someone who just got laid,” Lance said, leaning in for a picture. They flashed smiles automatically, but Joey's lingered.

“It didn't JUST happen…it was last night. And tonight, probably,” Joey said, rubbing Justin's shaved head. “Jealous?”

“Joey's always gotten laid more than the rest of us, Justin, you know that,” JC said, putting his arms around Chris and posing for a picture. “God knows how many STD's have been named after him.”

“Good one, Jayce!” Chris said, turning and giving JC a smacking kiss on the cheek.

“Ha ha,” Joey said, turning to lick JC's wax figure. Justin laughed at that, while Lance wrinkled his nose and mentioned something about the toxicity of wax. 

Joey let himself into the hotel room and quickly undressed. The room was dimly lit, and Joey could barely make out the naked figure on the bed. Joey grinned as he undressed, catching sight of the chair by the bed. So it was to be that way again.

“Liked it last night, didn't ya?” Joey said. He put the condom on, added a bit of lube, and sat down. The lanky figure slowly walked towards him, surprising him by walking around instead of immediately getting into place. Joey was even MORE surprised when his hands were yanked behind him and bound to the chair before he could even fight. “What the hell?”

“Now it's MY turn to make the rules,” JC said. He faced Joey, sitting on Joey's lap without mounting him. “We'll do what I want.”

“I don't think so, JC. Why did you have to do this?” Joey said unhappily. “You're ruining it.”

“I don't think I am.” JC looked down at smirked at the erection in front of him. “It looks like you're still interested.” He grabbed Joey's chin. “And that scares the hell outta you. I'm not allowed to talk, because you'll hear it's a man's voice. I'm not allowed to face you, because you'll see that I have a dick. And you're afraid you'll like it.” JC raised up slightly and suddenly Joey was encased in that heat. “But this time you're gonna see it. You're gonna face me, and you're gonna face reality.”

“JC,” Joey groaned, wanting desperately to shove JC away. But he couldn't shove him, and his cock had other plans.

“Ahh…so hard,” JC whispered, feeling Joey throb inside of him. “So good…” JC moved up and down slightly and Joey whimpered. “Don't close your eyes, Joe, or I'll stop.” JC held Joey's face with one hand as he moved down to pinch his own nipples with the other. The amazing strength of JC's legs allowed him to move up and down without using his hands to help. “You think I'm beautiful. I see you watching me.”

“No,” Joey mumbled, unable to keep his eyes from JC's nimble fingers.

“You like my lips and eyes, the way they look up at you when I suck you. You like my hands, the way they touch myself…don't you?” JC's hand slid down to touch himself and Joey gasped. “See? It's not so bad.”

“I'm not…I don't want…”

“You DO want it.” JC released Joey's face and put a hand on Joey's leg, pushing himself up and down a little faster. “Tell me you want me.”

“No.” Joey shook his head.

“Dammit, Joey, tell me. It's true and you know it. Fucking face reality and I'll let you cum.”

“God…Jayce…okay…I want you…I want you so bad…love being inside you…” Joey said, hating the whine in his voice.

“Good boy,” JC whispered, using both hands against Joey's chest to hold himself steady as he went up and down. Joey eyes fell to watch as JC's breathing became labored. JC reached a hand down to tug once or twice and suddenly Joey was watching him cum. The sight was incredible and Joey soon followed.

JC moved off of him and stalked off to the bathroom to clean himself up. He then slowly walked back and finally untied Joey's hands. Joey was on his feet in an instant, pressing JC against the wall. “What the FUCK was that?” Joey snapped.

JC simply smiled. “You're bi-sexual, Joey. Deal with it. I blew you that first time to make you feel better, but also to prove it to you. It's not as awful as you think, is it.”

Joey slowly released him. “I don't want other men.”

“Just me?” JC raised an eyebrow. “Flattering. I'll take that into consideration.” This time it was Joey who was left in the room as JC got dressed and left.

The End

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