Seventeen

  

            “Are you okay?”  Lance looked at Justin as they climbed into the limousine after an expensive dinner.

“Fine.”  Justin laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. “Just fine. What do you want to do now?”

“Are you getting sick?”

Justin smiled at what he thought was Lance’s concern. The smile faltered slightly as he saw Lance move away from him to slide across the seat.  Usually Lance clung to him like a second skin when they were alone together.  “I may be,” Justin said carefully.  He coughed and sniffled a bit.  “I felt kinda bad all day, but I didn’t want to miss our time together. I thought you might get mad,” he said truthfully. “You’re not, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s not your fault you got sick,” Lance said, though he didn’t sound 100% sincere.

“Well, I’m sure I just need a few days of rest. I don’t even feel like rehearsing,” Justin said in what he hoped was a pitiful voice.  “And I don’t want your good money to go to waste.”

“Sweetness, money spent on you could never be considered wasted,” Lance said.  He reached out to take Justin’s hand. “Why don’t you rest for a day or two…I can come see you on Friday. How’s that?”

Justin smiled, enthralled by the thought of two whole days without Joseph or Lance. Maybe he could even stay at Josh’s apartment.  “I’m really sorry, Lance. I hope you don’t get this.”

“I’ll be fine,” Lance said, though it was obvious that he was planning on giving himself an IV of Vitamin C as soon as humanly possible.

 

“Hi,” Justin said shyly, letting JC into the suite.  “You’re right on time.”

“You sound disappointed. Want me to leave?”  JC teased.

“I hoped you’d be early.”

“I had an appointment,” JC said, frowning as he remembered his conversation with Kevin.  Someone in the department had seen Justin out with Lance Bass, and Kevin had tried to convince JC to follow that lead.  He had finally convinced Kevin that he had everything under control, but he knew that Kevin’s trust in him was beginning to waiver.  “But I’m here now.”

“So…should we order in something to eat?” Justin asked. “I was thinking maybe pizza. I never get to have pizza.”

“Pizza it is,” JC said, nodding.  He handed Justin some money, and Justin hurried out of the suite to use the phone in Joseph’s office. He asked one of the guys in the cast to bring it up when it arrived, then scurried back up to be with JC.

When he came back into the suite, JC was standing out on the balcony.  Justin walked up behind him and put his arms around his waist.  “I wish we could just fly away from all this,” Justin said with a sigh.  “Just soar up above the buildings and end up someplace quiet and peaceful.”

“Our cabana on the beach?” JC said, and Justin nodded. “I’ve been thinking about that,” JC said, turning around in Justin’s arms.  “I have some savings…and if you think about it, Joseph owes you a ton of money.”

“I can’t.”  Justin pulled back and JC didn’t feel rejected. He saw the fear in Justin’s eyes.

“Justin, yes, you can. Don’t you want to be happy?  Don’t you love me?”

“That’s an insane question.  Of course I love you, and you know it. I’ve sacrificed everything because I love you.”

“Everything?” JC laughed. “You haven’t sacrificed anything, Justin. What happens if our secret is found out?  Joseph gets mad at you and doesn’t baby you for five minutes. Your little sugar daddy runs away to find another rentboy.”  JC turned back around.  “I’ve sacrificed more for you than you could ever know.”

“He thinks I’m his possession, Josh,” Justin whispered, and JC clenched at the railing of the balcony.  “He’s obsessed. I mean it.  The way he looks at me…I don’t think he’ll ever let me go.”

“He won’t take you away from this,” JC said in a tight voice.  “He won’t bring you into his world.”

Justin was saved from answering by a knock at the door. He went and got the pizza, then returned to JC.  He laid his face against JC’s back. “Josh…I do love you. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. I’m just…afraid.”

JC turned back around and pulled Justin into his arms.  “We don’t have to make any decisions today, okay?  Let’s just enjoy this time…and eventually I’ll show you the way that we can get away from all this.”

 

“You have tomato sauce on your chin,” Justin told JC. 

“Thanks.”  JC wiped at his chin with his napkin.

“No…let me get it,” Justin said. He leaned over and licked at JC’s chin.  He then swept his tongue up to lap at the corner of JC’s mouth. “I think there’s some here, too.”

“Anywhere else?” JC asked softly, moving the pizza and plates out of the way.

“Maybe here…” Justin’s tongue slid along the length of JC’s neck.

“God,” JC panted.

“Come on.” Justin stood and reached out his hand.  JC took it and stood up.  He followed Justin to the bed.  Justin gently pushed him down and began to slowly undress.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” Justin interrupted.  The shirt disappeared, then the pants.  JC swallowed deeply.  Justin crawled over JC until JC was flat on his back. “I love you,” Justin whispered. He pulled JC’s shirt up over his head and threw it over his shoulder.  His mouth moved up and down JC’s throat as his hands learned JC’s chest. 

“God, Justin, you’re so amazing,” JC whispered.  His hand slid down the silk of Justin’s back to rest on his backside.  Justin whimpered and thrust lightly against JC’s leg.  He then moved to remove the rest of JC’s clothing.

Justin rolled them over so JC was on top.  “Make love to me,” he begged. His cock was already hard and dripping.

“I don’t want to,” JC said, his voice muffled by the skin of Justin’s neck.  “I want you to make love to me.”

“I…I never did that,” Justin said in a small voice.

“I know…that’s why I want you to do it,” JC told him. “Please.”

“Oh, baby…” Justin reached down to stroke JC.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” JC rolled them over again.  “Positive.”

Justin moved to get a condom and lubricant from a drawer under the bed. “I don’t know…” Justin began.

“You know what gets done to you…do it to me,” JC said, and Justin did his best to obey.

He thought he was doing something right when JC began to writhe and pant on the bed.  Justin thought he was absolutely gorgeous.  And when he finally ventured inside, JC was so tight and hot.  “I don’t know…oh God…” Justin threw his head back and moaned.

“Yes…yes, baby…” JC said, wrapping his legs around Justin’s waist.

“Oh, God…so good…Josh…love you…” Justin whispered.

 

JC looked at the boy sleeping in his arms. He gently kissed the curly head occasionally, his hand stroking patterns on Justin’s bare back.  Right here, in his arms, was everything he had ever wished for to make him happy.  He now had to figure out how to jump the few hurdles that stood between them and happiness…namely, Lance Bass, and his own job as a police officer who had been sent in to put Justin Timberlake in prison.

Eighteen