Come To Me
© 2005, 2008 by Jacie
Pairings: JC/Justin
Summary: Justin gets jealous, JC disappears, Justin worries.
Rating: R
Length: 11,175 words, 7 chapters
Don’t know them. It’s not true. I made it all up.
Notes: Written for hurricanemegan for SeSa 2005.


4. Early Thursday Morning

"Oh God, Trace. Thank God you answered the phone. Tell them I won't be in today."

"You sick?"

"No, man. I'm at the police station. JC and I were at that Gas N Dash last night when it was robbed. They took him."

"No way!"

"They took him. I'm so scared. They took JC and my SUV. The police showed up and said the other car they had was stolen. It had just been reported stolen when they got the call on the robbery. They've had me here all night asking questions. They're looking for JC, but they won't let me help. I'm afraid to go home. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and won't be there when he needs me."

"He knows you're always there for him."

"We had a fight right before it happened. I yelled at him for flirting with everyone and he said I was being needlessly jealous."

"You are. At least sometimes you are."

"I should have been there with him. He wanted cupcakes. Why did I let him get the cupcakes?"

"What are you talking about?"

"He wanted cupcakes and that's why he was there and they grabbed him. If I had said no cupcakes, he would have been beside me. Safely beside me. It's my fault."

"It's not your fault."

The line goes silent for nearly a minute before Justin whispers, "What if he's dead? What if they killed him?"

"J, don't think like that. Stay positive. I'm sure he's fine. I'm sure they'll find him today."

5. Saturday Morning

Justin hasn't been to work since it happened. Unable to bear sleeping in their bed alone, he's spent every night on the couch waiting for the phone to ring. When it does ring, he leaps for it.

"Hello?"

"Yo, dude, it's Chris. Any news?"

"No, man. Nothing."

"That sucks. Hey, do you need to burn off some energy? We could go shoot some hoops like we planned if you want."

"How can you say that? How can I go play in the park when he's out there? I can't believe you'd even think I would."

"Sorry, J. I just thought you could use some fresh air. I bet you haven't showered or shaved since he's been gone."

"He's not gone, Chris. He was taken. They took him. They took him away from me. God only knows what they've done to him. I don't even want to think about it."

"Then don't. Don't let it make you crazy."

"I can't not think about it. I need him. I feel like they stole the only thing that gave my life meaning. I have to get him back."

"Do you want me to come over? I could sit with you and make sure you're eating alright. Are you eating enough?"

"I can't eat. I see his face everywhere. I feel like it's all a bad dream. I just wish I'd wake up."

Chris' voice softens. "Are you getting any sleep at all?"

Long moments of silence hang in the air before Justin sniffles and answers, "Not really. How can I sleep without him? How can I breathe without him? I never realized how hard it would be to not have him here. How did I get to be so damn dependent on him?"

"You fell in love. It's all good, J. The love you share with C, it's all good."

"What if it's all gone?"

"True love is forever."

"I just want him back."

"I know."

"I have to go. The other line's ringing."

"I'm coming over. No arguments. Bye."

Chris is off the line before Justin can comment or say no. After taking a deep breath, he picks up the other line. "Hello?"

"Mr. Timberlake?"

"Yes."

"This is Officer Bass. We need you to identify a young man, verify whether he's Joshua Chasez."

"Oh god," Justin sputters as his stomach twists into knots.

"We found a young man..."

"Oh god. I can't. I can't see him dead."

"He's not dead. We found a young man who says his name is Joshua Chasez, but he doesn't have any identification. We need you to come to the hospital and..."

"He's alive? Jayce is alive? Is he alright? Please tell me he's alright."

"He says he's Joshua Chasez, but Mr. Timberlake, he could have heard the name on the news. We need you to come to the hospital and take a look. See if you can verify whether or not he is Joshua Chasez. As soon as you can."

"But he is alright? They didn't hurt him, did they? Is he hurt? Why is he at the hospital?"

"He's a little dehydrated. They're going to keep him here for observation for a while. We need you to come identify him as soon as you can. We need to verify that he is Joshua Chasez before we can really question him about the abduction and robbery. If it turns out that he's not Joshua Chasez, then we'd only be wasting our time and energy questioning him."

"Will I be able to bring him home today? If it really is Jayce?"

"I don't think so. They want to keep him under observation for at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours. If it is him you can bring him a few personal items. Maybe bring his toothbrush, comb, pajamas, that sort of thing, but you might want to wait until you're sure it's him first."

"I'll come right now," Justin promises.

A knock on the door draws Justin's attention away from the conversation for a moment. Taking the cordless phone with him, he opens the door to find Chris ready to knock again.

"Good. You're home." Bursting through the door, Chris doesn't wait for an invitation.

Justin steps aside and closes the door, then returns to his phone conversation. "Where should I go?"

"Memorial Hospital. Go to the nurses station on the fifth floor. They'll direct you."

"I'll be right there. Thank you for calling."

Justin's thumb clicks the phone off as Chris pokes at his ribs. "You look hungry."

"They may have found him. Can you give me a ride?"

"They found JC?" Unable to hide his excitement, Chris pulls Justin into a hug. "That's great! Justin, are you alright?"

"The officer said it might not be Jayce. He said it could be someone that heard his name on the news."

"Who would pretend to be a kidnap victim?"

"Someone looking for food or medical attention I guess. He had his wallet with him that night, but they said this guy has no ID."

"It's him. I know it's him. I can feel it. Come on."

No matter how fast Chris drives, it isn't fast enough. Leaning forward in the passenger seat, Justin pushes his hands against the dash trying to urge the car to go faster. Instead of parking right away, Chris drops Justin off at the front door, watching him leap out of the car before it's even stopped completely. Justin's inside the hospital before Chris can shift his car back into gear.

At the elevator, Justin jabs at the button twice, then wants to punch it when it doesn't respond as quickly as he wants it to. Knowing there must be a staircase nearby, he frantically searches for exit signs, but hasn't located one before the elevator arrives. Stepping into the car, he hopes it doesn't stop at another floor before it gets to his destination.

Once at the fifth floor, he doesn't need to ask where to go. He can see a policeman outside a door down the hall. Justin sprints down the hallway toward the officer.

"Is this where Joshua Chasez is?" he asks, panting.

"Are you Justin Timberlake?"

"Yes." Justin quickly flips out his wallet, displaying his driver's license as proof.

"Go on in."

The door seems heavy as Justin pushes it, his eyes closed as he prays. When he opens them again, he's staring into familiar blue eyes, sparkling with recognition. Stopping in his tracks, he looks JC over, nervously eyeing the IV bottle he's hooked to.

"Sugar, you're going to have to come to me. I'm not allowed out of bed. Doctor's orders."

A blond officer steps toward Justin. "Are you Mr. Timberlake?"

"Yes."

"For the record, can you identify this man?"

"That's Jayce. Joshua Chasez."

JC smiles broadly. "Now that we're established that, come here. I'm so happy to see you."

Justin's at the bed a moment later, gently touching JC's arm. They both know that's not enough. JC reaches for him, arms embracing him.

"Jayce, I was so afraid for you."

"I'm fine. Sit with me," he offers, scooting over far enough to give Justin a spot to sit down. The bed is narrow and not terribly comfortable, but Justin does his best to squeeze in next to JC, careful not to interfere with the IV.

Officer Bass blushes and turns his head as JC kisses Justin, then cuddles against him.

"Did they hurt you?" Justin asks, unsure if he really wants to know the truth. Wanting to express his support, Justin tenderly rubs his hand up and down JC's arm, attempting to sooth him.

"No. They drove over bumpy roads for a while, then they stopped and told me to get out. They even let me keep my Gatorade and a couple of power bars. But they took my cupcakes."

Justin can't help laughing as JC sighs sadly. Placing an arm around JC, Justin comforts him protectively. "I'm sorry, honey. I promise to buy you all the cupcakes you want when they let you out of here."

"I knew you'd have them out looking for me, so I didn't want to wander around. I stayed put waiting to be rescued, but no one came. I waited all Thursday and no one came."

"Honey, I'm sorry. We were looking."

"I know. I waited most of Friday, too. But I was out of food and didn't have anything left to drink, so I started walking Friday afternoon. Then it got dark and I didn't know which way to go, but I wanted to go somewhere, so I walked. Then I stumbled into a campground. It was still dark out, so I waited until someone woke up."

Tears roll down Justin's cheeks as he listens. "Oh, honey, you should have woke someone up. They would have understood."

"I know. But I did look sort of unsafe. You know, like someone who might hurt them. I hadn't showered or shaved and my clothes were dirty." Raising his hand to Justin's face, JC rubs the bristly whiskers making an appearance. "Looks like you were right there with me."

Holding JC's hand tightly, Justin squeezes it reassuringly. "I was with you in spirit. I prayed for you the entire time. I prayed that you were safe and that they didn't hurt you. I missed you so much."

JC pulls Justin's head onto his chest and holds him, kissing his hair. "I thought about you the whole time. How much I missed being with you. How much I missed being in your arms."

Struggling up, Justin eyes Officer Bass questioningly, but JC quickly settles him back down. "Don't get mad or anything, but Officer Bass is totally cool about us being together. We were talking and he and I seem to have similar preferences in dating partners."

"Oh. Why would that make me mad?"

"That night you said I flirt too much. I don't want you to think I was flirting. We were just talking and I told him you were my boyfriend and that we lived together. He was totally cool with it and we got to talking and I sort of invited him to hang out at the bar with us sometime. He's new in town and..."

"I understand," Justin promises. "Maybe you can hook him up with Nick."

Their heads all turn when the door opens. They all watch as Chris strides in, followed by the other officer. "I wanted to see for myself," Chris explains. "It's good to see you, C. You're looking mighty fine," he offers with a playful wink.

6. Monday

The hospital refuses to release JC until Monday morning and then only after the doctors check him out thoroughly. Since Justin has to be back at work, it is Officer Bass who promises to get him home safely. The police take care of him, knowing they'll be using him as a witness when the robbers are captured.

There's no reason for Justin to stop at the restaurant tonight. JC's been given the entire week off to recuperate. It's still light as Justin hurries from the lot behind the building, heading for their apartment. The dog across the alleyway is barking, but Justin doesn't have time to stop and pet him. There's a new sensation of fear that lives in his heart. Even though he can't watch JC every minute of the day, he's afraid to leave him alone. He fears never seeing him again. JC confirmed that the robbers took his wallet from him and now that the robbers know where they live, Justin is afraid that they'll come harm JC or take him away again.

When Justin reaches their apartment, the door opens without a key. "Jayce! I want you to keep the door locked when I'm not here. Seriously!" Shutting the door behind him, he hesitates and listens. Jazz music is playing softly in the background. "Jayce?"

"I'm in the kitchen."

Tightening his fingers on the handle of his briefcase, Justin can feel the smoothness of the leather. There's a place for it. There's a place for everything in the apartment. Setting the briefcase down, Justin steps toward the kitchen, walking through the small dining room. The table is set for a romantic evening including a blue tablecloth, candles, the china JC's parents had given them and linen napkins that had been lovingly embroidered many years earlier by Justin's grandmother. A vase of flowers is centered on the table. Its clear rounded base is filled with water. Justin's eyes follow the curve of the glass. Without thinking, he brings the single rose in his hand up to his nose where he can smell it. The flowers on the table are beautiful, a sunny mixture of yellow and orange, but the rose in his hand is red, symbolizing his deep love for JC.

"I was going to take you out to dinner," Justin calls as he hides the rose behind his back.

"I wanted to make you dinner. Or at least make dinner for you. Then have you for dessert." JC's laugher trails after his words, luring Justin into the kitchen.

Stopping in the doorway, Justin watches his boyfriend. JC is a whirl of activity, busy sauteeing in one pan, carefully adding small amounts of wine from the bottle he holds in his other hand. There's a small hand towel thrown over JC's shoulder. More distracting is the baby blue robe JC is wearing. "That's my robe," Justin states as a matter of fact.

Dancing across the room gracefully, bowls of food in his hands, JC lightly kisses Justin's cheek as he passes him. "I know the only thing you like better than seeing me in your favorite robe is seeing me out of it. That comes later," JC promises.

"I wanted to do something for you. You're the one who was in the hospital and everything."

Justin watches as JC places the salad and cooked broccoli onto the table. "I'm fine. Really. I just wanted to have a nice romantic evening at home. I got the recipe from Lance's partner, Officer Fatone. Joey. It's Chicken Marsala and the broccoli has bacon and cheese with it."

"Sounds good. I bought you this." Feeling awkward, Justin thrusts the rose at JC.

When JC reaches for it, he covers Justin's hand under his own, capturing it. "Justin, I'm sorry my flirting makes you uncomfortable. I don't mean anything by it. I just like talking to people. I like being friendly."

"It's fine. I shouldn't be so jealous."

"Are we alright? I don't want this to come between us. I don't want anything to ever come between us."

Not knowing what to say, Justin pulls JC into a hug, holding him tightly for over a minute with their cheeks are pressed together. With his lips close to Justin's ear, JC begins to hum along with the music, gently swaying their bodies together. Their hands are still wrapped together, surrounding the rose. JC slips his other hand to Justin’s hip, directing their movements as he dances their way back into the kitchen. The dance ends in a long, deep kiss, with JC's arms now wrapped around Justin's neck, the rose still in his hand, and Justin's hands snug against JC's hips, pulling the front of the robe apart. Closing the distance between them, Justin presses his body against JC's.

When he breaks the kiss, he's still holding JC tightly. "I missed you so much. Those were the worst days of my life. I don't ever want to be away from you again."

"You were with me in my heart. I knew you'd never stop looking for me."

"I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry."

Pressing his lips against JC's forehead, Justin smiles as he pushes away. "I'm so glad you're alright. I couldn't bear it if they had hurt you in any way."

Lifting the rose to his nose, JC closes his eyes and inhales deeply. When he opens his eyes, he looks directly into Justin's. "Thank you for this. You're always so good to me."

At the sink JC fills their rose vase with water, the tall and slender one meant for a single flower. Moving close to him, Justin places his hand on JC's shoulder. "I love you," he whispers.

"Ditto," JC replies, smiling as memories of Ghost light in Justin's eyes. He knows it's JC's favorite romantic movie.

Hand in hand, they move back into the dining room. JC places the rose vase near his wineglass where he can admire the flower during the meal. Their places aren't set across from each other, but side by side. As he pours the wine, carefully filling two glasses, JC motions for Justin to sit down.

JC watches Justin curiously, wanting to capture the expression on his face as he first tastes the carefully prepared Chicken Marsala. "Is it good?"

"Yes, yes it's very good. I'm sorry I ever doubted your ability to prepare meals." Digging into the food hungrily, Justin eats quickly. He knows JC won't be offended, since he eats fast all the time.

Tonight is somehow different though. Instead of eating, JC is leaning back, enjoying the wine as he watches Justin. Only seconds pass before Justin notices and looks up at him. "Do I have food all over my face or what?"

"You're beautiful. That's all."

Softening his tone, Justin asks, "Were you scared?"

Before he answers, JC's eyes wander around the room. Memories of the pair decorating together come flooding back to him. Their mothers both came over to help, but Justin and JC had chosen every paint color, all the wallpaper and all the furniture together. They'd paid for it together. A smile lights JC's face as he remembers he still owes Justin money. He knows he has a lot that he's thankful for. Knowing what he has with Justin gave him strength in his darkest hour. "Sometimes I was scared. Sometimes I knew in my heart that I would see you again. They were cool to me though. Really. We talked. The guy with the money drove and the guy with the gun sat in back with me. He promised not to hurt me as long as I didn't try anything stupid. So we sat and talked."

"About what?"

A sparkle gleams in JC's eyes. "Sex!"

Laughter escapes through Justin's lips before he can stop it. "Of course."

"It was cool. He was telling me about his girlfriend. I told him you were my boyfriend."

Seriousness washes the smile from Justin's face. "You should be more careful. Not everyone is cool about the way we live. About us being together."

"Love is always right."

"Not everyone sees it that way. They could have really hurt you."

Brushing off Justin's remarks, JC continues, "He didn't want to hear about the specifics, but we got to talking about sex. It was funny, because we were suddenly talking about sex, then wondered how the conversation got there. I had asked if they were going to tie me up and he started telling me that his girlfriend gets turned on when he ties her up during sex. He said she claims it's the best sex ever. Curls her toes and everything."

"Don't I curl your toes?"

"Yeah, but I was thinking," as he pauses, JC pops open the buttoned cuff of Justin's shirt, then he allows his finger to slide across Justin's skin. When he gets to Justin's elbow, he cups it beneath the material and leans in for a kiss. After the kiss, he bows his head, leaning it against Justin's shoulder. "I was thinking we could try. I mean, there must be at least a hundred ways to have sex and I'd like to try each and every one with you."

"Am I boring you in bed?"

"No! I love you. I love being with you. But this guy was telling me about all this stuff he does with his girlfriend and it sounded hot."

"And it turned you on just talking about it? Maybe you're just secretly into het porn."

"It was thinking about doing it with you that made it hot." Wrapping his arms around Justin, JC cuddles closer. "I bought some new toys today. Don't you even want to try something different? Please?"

7. Late Monday Night

Candles illuminate the in a romantic glow. Lying on the bed, JC watches the shadows dance as the flames flicker. He loves the candlelight, how it's sparked full of life. There's something about candlelight that he finds sexually tempting. Subconsciously reaching for his cock, he pumps it three times before he realizes it. Blood flows through his veins, nearly boiling with lust. Not wanting to wait for Justin, JC seeks him out.

Creeping stealthily into the bathroom, he stops and inhales. A fog of steam obscures the mirror. The air is heavy and damp, laced with the smell of soap. Justin likes to be clean before sex, which suits JC just fine. Sliding the shower door open as quietly as he can, JC slips in behind Justin. For a moment, he stops and watches the droplets of water sparkle in the light as they bounce off Justin's skin. A force draws him closer to Justin. Without a cognitive thought he wraps his arms around Justin's waist and licks the nape of his neck.

"Jayce," Justin says softly, more like a sigh than a spoken word.

"Thank you for everything."

"Everything?"

Pulling the pair together until Justin's back is flush against his chest, JC's palms are spread open and flat against Justin's skin. He can feel the hard muscles and is thankful that Justin has agreed to keep the hair shaved from his chest.

"Thank you for living with me and being there for me and for loving me. Thank you for everything."

Squirming around still held within JC's grasp, Justin turns to face his lover. Before they kiss, Justin slips his arms around JC's neck. "You are my everything, Jayce."

"I want you to show me."

"Show you what?"

"How you love me."

"How much I love you?"

"How good you love me."

Stepping out of the shower, JC grabs a towel. It's soft and fluffy and smells like fabric softener. Still standing in the tub, Justin watches as JC dries himself. He admires the body JC has worked so hard to develop. When JC looks back, he reaches for Justin's hand.

"Come to me," he pleads softly.

Justin takes JC's hand, holding it tightly as he reaches back to turn the water off. When he steps from the tub, it's into the towel JC holds open for him, then closes around him until he's firmly wrapped in both the towel and JC's strong arms.

"What did you buy today?"

Taking Justin's hand in his own, JC tugs him toward the bedroom, excited that Justin is ready to play. As soon as they enter the bedroom, it's obvious JC has replaced their cotton sheets with silk ones. Baby blue silk. The new cream colored comforter features winding blue lines that weave themselves into endless intricate designs. The candles still flicker, their wax dripping onto carefully placed plates. JC leads the way to the bed, grabbing a brown paper bag off the dresser as they pass by.

Once they're both settled, JC leans in for a quick kiss before emptying the contents of the bag onto the bedspread. His eyes are open wide and sparkling like a child on Christmas morning presented with loads of new toys.

Justin's eyes scan the items one by one. JC watches where Justin's eyes settle last and grabs that item first.

"Warming oil. For massages. Or whatever. It warms when it comes into contact with skin."

Justin nods approvingly, as his eyes roam over to the handcuffs. "And these?" he asks as he dangles one off his index finger. "Please tell me they aren't borrowed from your new cop friends."

A blush colors JC's face briefly. "No! I wouldn't have asked. Not unless I knew them better."

"You can talk to a robber about sex, but not a cop?"

"I can talk to anyone about sex, but it would be rude to ask to borrow a cop's handcuffs unless he was already a pretty good friend. The robber told me this was the best way. He said when you just use ties alone they can come untied or you can tie them too tightly and cut off the person’s circulation at the wrist and that can be uncomfortable."

"What are these for?" Justin wonders, now displaying the pink and black silk scarves.

"The black one is a blindfold and the pink ones are to tie the handcuffs to the bed. And extra pink ones for my wrists because silk feels better than metal."

Picking up the narrow vibrator, Justin flips the switch and listens to the gentle buzz it produces. "And this? Since it's open, does that mean you were playing without me?"

"No. It's an anal vibrator and I just opened it to wash it and put batteries in it. I promise I did not take it on a test spin. I wanted to wait until you got home."

"And lip gloss?"

"Lip gloss is sexy. I like your lips all shiny." JC pouts seductively as he breaks open the packaging. "And it's raspberry flavored. I wish they made it in wine flavors. Wouldn't that be the best?"

"If it was for men, they'd make it beer flavored. Beer, nachos and chicken wings."

JC quickly applies the gloss and leans over to kiss Justin.

"It definitely does not taste like chicken."

"Isn't supposed to. It's supposed to taste like me, only sweeter."

Pushing JC's new toys out of his way, Justin crawls across the bed. As he approaches, JC bends himself backwards until he's sprawled onto his back with Justin on top of him busily kissing his neck.

JC works his hands up Justin's back, gliding smoothly across the skin. "Sugar, can we try, please?"

Without stopping his kisses, Justin feels his way through the pile of toys until he finds one of the handcuffs. It snaps quickly around JC's wrist. The feel of cold steel against his wrist causes JC to writhe and moan.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's turning me on. You turn me on," JC replies breathlessly.

Wasting no time, Justin finds the other handcuff and snaps it around JC's other wrist. Once they're both on, Justin can't resist pinning JC onto the bed and humping against him a few times.

"If you're not careful, we're both going to come before you even have me tied to the bed."

"As you wish," Justin promises, working quickly. First he lifts JC's arms, letting gravity pull the cuffs down as he wraps each of JC's wrists with the pink silk scarves. After lacing them through the cuffs, Justin ties each one to a bed post.

"Don't forget the blindfold," JC reminds him.

"Do you really want to be blindfolded? I hate to rob you of the vision that is me, especially when I'm doing what I do best." To accentuate his sentence, Justin thrusts his cock, pleased that JC can't help but watch. Placing his hand over JC's heart, Justin can feel it race. "It's pounding. You're already turned on."

Swallowing hard, JC closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. "I really want to try this. With you. The guy was telling me. You know how blind people's other senses are heightened because they can't see?"

"Sure."

"He says being blindfolded during sex makes you appreciate everything else so much more. It makes it more intense."

"Then maybe we should both be blindfolded."

"Me this time, you next time."

Straddling over JC's hips, Justin pulls the sleek black scarf across his own chest, then shimmies seductively as JC watches, licking his lips. "It's smooth."

"I love the feel of silk."

"I love the feel of you."

After fitting the scarf against JC's eyes, Justin kisses his mouth as he wraps the ends behind JC's head, tying them together. "Sorry," he apologizes when he's accidentally caught some of JC's strands in the knot. After making sure all of JC's hair is free, Justin tenderly lays his boyfriend's head back against the pillow.

Picking up the vibrator, he flips it on, allowing the buzzing sound to tickle JC's ears. "Do you want me to use this tonight?"

"Is that your vibrator, toothbrush or electric banana?"

"Honestly, it's my bionic finger," Justin jokes.

"Oh baby!"

"Maybe you need a little of this first," Justin offers as he opens the oil bottle. The floral scent tickles his nose and he chuckles. "We won't be using this before going out."

"What?"

Pouring out enough oil to coat his palms, Justin rubs his hands together, delighted with the warmth. "You are going to love this," he promises as he presses his palms against JC's skin, rubbing the oil in with deliberate caresses.

JC's heart is still beating wildly and he swallows again as he attempts to calm himself by breathing deeply and steadily. Justin manages to situate himself between JC's legs. With his knees bent, he sits on his own legs, with JC's legs sprawling across his thighs. Taking his time Justin rubs the oil into JC's skin, his hands moving slowly as they drift from JC's hips to his shoulders, feeling every curve, every muscle along the way. He knows JC's body well. He knows where he's muscular and where he's ticklish. From their previous experiences, Justin knows exactly where and how long to touch to keep JC at a slow burn.

"Please," JC begs.

"Please what?"

"More. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Leaning over, Justin kisses JC's chest as his hands continue to caress JC's lean body. "Shouldn't we have a safety word?" he asks gently.

"Fuck, J. If I tell you to stop, then stop. If I tell you to untie me, then untie me."

"And if you tell me to fuck you?"

"Then fuck me!"

A simple flick of a switch has the vibrator buzzing again. The moment Justin presses it against JC's neck, he is rewarded by JC arching his back and moaning. There is no missing the reaction of JC's cock. Justin's pleased with himself as he watches his boyfriend become hard and wanting.

"I miss your sweet cheeks," he mentions softly.

JC knows what he means. Justin prefers taking him on his hands and knees. He has a thing for cupping JC's butt, caressing the cheeks. "They still want you, sugar," he promises, shifting his ass and trying to give Justin a better angle.

"Let me put a condom on this," he suggests. A moment later he's moved off of JC and is rummaging through the drawer of their night stand.

Still blindfolded, JC turns his head instinctively knowing exactly where Justin is. For the first time, he tugs against the ties and the handcuffs briefly before relaxing back against the bed.

"Are you alright?" Justin asks when he returns to the bed.

"Yes. It's good. I can hear every move you make. It's sexy."

It doesn't take Justin long to roll a condom over the vibrator and coat it thinly with oil. The next time he flips it on, he has it touching JC's hole. A sudden gasp escapes JC. Justin watches as his boyfriend's hands clench and unclench, pulling against their bonds.

JC's long legs open wide and wrap around Justin's waist. He tries his best to hump against the vibrator. "It feels wonderful," he mumbles.

The sight of JC writhing on the bed, twisting against his ties, is one Justin would like to keep etched in his mind forever. "You are so beautiful." Even though he's said the words to JC a thousand times before, he means them. Withdrawing the vibrator, he switches it off and sets it aside. It's a moment later that he notices how hard he's breathing. The view of JC laying back glowing in the candlelight is breathtaking. "You are so beautiful," he repeats.

"Come to me," begs JC. "Come to me and make love to me."

"Are you still alright? Are the handcuffs too tight or anything?"

"Perfect. It's all perfect," JC purrs. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud in total euphoria. It's heaven. Pure heaven."

Bending forward, Justin places his head against JC's stomach and listens to him moan passionately with desire. With his hands caressing JC's thighs and hips, Justin presses his lips against his stomach, pushing his tongue into JC's bellybutton until he giggles and squirms.

"You are making my toes curl," JC gushes as he wraps his legs tightly around Justin, pulling him closer. "Take me now. Please take me now. I can't hold on much longer. It's so intense."

Justin manages to embrace JC, cradling him in his arms. After ripping a packet open with his teeth, Justin presses his lips beneath JC's right ear, sucking gently as he rolls the condom over his cock.

"Fuck me," JC moans, pulling against his ties as he allows his legs to fall open, offering himself completely. "I want you. I need you."

Sitting up, Justin steadies himself, admiring his lover below for a minute before lifting JC's legs onto his shoulders. It doesn't take much effort to enter JC once he's in position. Keeping his eyes open, Justin studies JC's face. He can tell when he's hitting the right spot by JC's expression. He's carried away by JC's deliciously erotic moans. Like a leaf on a river, he rides the ripples of their passion. Without breaking his rhythm, he leans forward and kisses JC's muscular forearm, then kisses a path across his shoulder and collarbone continuing on to the other side.

They know each other's sounds well. When JC begins to whimper, Justin reaches for his cock, stroking it quickly until he comes. JC doesn't relax until he hears Justin's familiar grunts, knowing that Justin will thrust deeper and deeper until he climaxes.

After his orgasm, Justin pulls out quickly, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash. Fighting to stay awake, he pours a little more of the oil into his palm and massages his way up JC's arm before releasing it. He follows the same procedure on JC's other arm, massaging the oil into the strained muscles before releasing the knotted silk tie. Justin tugs the blindfold off JC's head, but it doesn't matter much since JC's eyes are already closed.

"Where are the keys?"

"What keys?"

"To the handcuffs."

"They have little release buttons on them. Just push those," JC offers, weakly holding up the wrist that is closest to Justin. Once Justin knows the secret, he's able to snap them off quickly, then allows each pair to drop to the floor.

JC whimpers as he curls himself into a ball for a moment before stretching out onto his side.

"Goodnight," Justin coos in JC's ear. He's always been amazed at how quickly JC can fall asleep after sex. Spooning up behind his lover, Justin wraps his arm around JC's waist and smiles when he feels JC's fingers intertwine with his own.

"Love you," JC offers sleepily.

Although they've been together for two years, JC's vow of love still sends the butterflies fluttering in Justin's stomach. It's a feeling he hopes will never fade away. After pressing a kiss against the nape of JC's neck, he relaxes. While he waits for sleep to claim him, his mind drifts back to the first time their eyes locked together. They were both working out in the gym, Justin had just finished taking a long cool drink of water, sweat still rolling across his brow.

Across the weight room, JC seemed to be struggling slightly and their eyes locked. In that magical moment, they both knew they belonged together. It was as if the rest of the room and everyone in it had faded away. Justin had crossed the room as quickly as he could without appearing too desperately anxious to meet the newcomer, but he still felt like he was moving in slow motion.

JC had immediately accepted Justin's offer to be his spotter. The first time they touched, not quite by accident, they both felt the excitement tingling in their stomachs. They had both wanted more.

"Love you," JC murmurs again sleepily, unsure if Justin heard him the first time.

Giving JC's hand a squeeze, Justin replies simply, "Ditto."



~~~END~~~
12/18/2005