FirstSight10

"jc," lance wheezed, and at that justin raised his head off the bed, turning to look toward the doorway. there jc stood, having let himself in with the extra key lance kept at joey's. his eyes were smoldering "jc," lance said again, scrambling to cover himself, "what the fuck?!"

jc didn't respond to lance. he was looking at justin, who was sitting there on lance's bed, naked, looking right back at his best friend.

jc eyed justin, hunger evident in his cold blue eyes, and justin held the
older boy's gaze. lance looked like he wanted to hide, and his eyes grew wide as justin asked jc, rather calmly, "josh, what are you doing here?"

"watching you," jc responded. the chill in his voice made lance shiver at first, but then, as jc elaborated, the room heated up again. "watching you two play," jc continued, eyes locked on justin's face. "watching you," he said to justin, "pound into lance," he turned to the green-eyed boy. "watching you fuck and listening to you groan. watching you cum. you're hot, boys, very hot. hot to watch." jc looked down at his own crotch where his erection clearly strained at the material of his jeans. he cupped himself through the material and gave a squeeze. neither lance nor justin could tear his eyes from jc's crotch. jc spoke again, "i've been watching you, and wanting you, and damn if i'm not going to get what i want," he finished, his voice nothing more than a sexy a whisper.

justin still hadn't reacted visibly, but as jc spoke, he started to get hard
[again]. lance, on the floor off to the side now, also was aroused by jc's words and his tone of voice.

[why is this turning me on?] lance asked himself, but he knew the answer. [because jc and justin are fucking hot, and watching the two of them together would be in-fucking-credible.]

then justin spoke up. "what is it you want, josh?" he asked softly from the bed, once again the innocent child, even if only in appearance. justin had left his innocence at home that day, or perhaps he had shed it forever.

jc didn't answer, he only crossed lance's room in two strides and captured justin's lips with his own.

the memories of kissing jc on the MMC set came flooding back for justin, and as they kissed again, all of the love justin had ever had for jc was rekindled in an instant. all the years he'd been jc's shadow, all the years they'd never been apart, justin had dreamed they'd end up together, for real, in the flesh, like this. and all those long, lonely days ago, jc had pushed him away. now, in the fire of the moment on lance's bed, justin got what he'd always wanted from jc and he moaned into the kiss as jc thumbed justin's already-erect nipples. [always wanted this], justin thought, [always. jc. mine.]

jc's mind was also back in the past, and even as he was kissing justin, he was chastising himself for pushing justin away when the boy was younger, when they boy had been doting on him, because he [knew] that justin would've done whatever jc had wanted back then, and now, he [knew] that no matter how passionately justin was kissing him, he belonged to lance. it was enough to make him bawl like a baby under any other circumstances, but with justin's lips on his, and his hands all over justin's beautiful body, jc forgot about the truth of the situation for a moment. all that could fit into his mind was justin timberlake.

lance just sat there, frozen in place, cock hardening once again, watching and touching himself. his mind was empty. there was no room for anything -- his senses were on overload. so he sat back and watched. [so hot], lance's mind droned, [so hot so hot so hot.]

back on the bed, justin's lips were still locked with jc's but jc's hands had left justin's chest. they were sliding up the insides of justin's thighs, which were sticky with the product of his earlier romp with lance. jc ignored that and ran his hands over justin's once again hard cock. then, without warning, jc broke the kiss, shoved justin back against lance's pillows, and justin found his cock buried in jc's mouth.

justin vaguely noted that jc's tongue on his cock was different than lance's had been, but that was the last conscious thought justin had as jc swirled his tongue around the head of justin's cock and plunged two wet fingers into justin's ass at the same time. justin screamed as jc stroked him inside and outside all at once, and even though he'd already cum twice for lance, when jc sucked hard and his fingers hit justin's prostate deep inside, justin yelped "josh josh jossshhh!" and came again, his breath almost hiccuping out of him as he lay back and closed his eyes, temporarily unable to think or move.

as justin recovered, jc climbed off the bed and looked over at lance. he didn't ask lance what he wanted, he just dropped to his knees in front of the green-eyed blonde, who leaned back on his hands and spread his legs, offering his crotch to jc. they made eye contact for a brief moment, and lance's cock jumped at the blue fire burning in jc's eyes. it was a cold fire, but lance found it completely erotic. it was even more erotic when jc closed those eyes and licked lance's cock from base to tip, eliciting a deep groan from lance. justin opened his eyes at the sound and lay down across lance's bed to watch as jc swallowed lance's cock.

lance's moans grew deeper and deeper as jc bobbed his head over lance's cock, and the sounds he emitted became pitiful whimpers whenever jc let lance slip from his mouth. he would whimper until jc's tongue wrapped around one of lance's balls, or until it brushed across his entrance, or until it lapped at lance's inner thighs, then he would moan again, a deep animalistic sound that made justin want to fuck lance again.

when lance came in jc's mouth, his moans amplified and echoed around lance's room, and justin repeated to himself, [i want to fuck lance again. i need to fuck lance again]. he crawled down off of the bed with every intention of doing just that -- until jc stopped him.

"jc, i --" justin began, but jc silenced him.

"on the bed, j," jc said. lance still lay on the floor, moaning softly as he recovered from jc, and justin looked down at him, the boy he loved, but jc was serious. "now, j, on the bed."

justin did as he'd been told, though his eyes were still on lance. lance
rolled over onto his stomach on the floor, and justin's cock jumped as he eyed lance's ass. [want that], justin yelled inside his own head, just as jc pinched one of justin's ass cheeks.

"mine," jc said out loud, knowing that lance was in no position to argue, and justin whimpered. jc slid his fingers across justin's asshole, hinting at plunging inside, and he leaned close to justin. "do you want this, baby?" jc asked, toying with justin's entrance and implying so much more. justin knew what jc meant, and he made his decision with his cock and not his head. it didn't even occur to him that letting jc fuck him would be cheating on lance, he just knew he wanted more of what jc had given him before. he wanted more of jc.

"yessss, josh," justin hissed, his mind once again full of old memories of the two of them from their days of inseparability all justin could think was how much he'd always wanted jc, like this, like now. "yes, josh, please!"

jc spit into his hand and lubed up his cock, which was achingly hard now that he'd watched the other two fuck, and had tasted both justin and lance, and had still had no release of his own. [not going to last long], jc thought and he slid past justin's puckered opening which, of course, elicited a muffled scream from the virgin boy. justin whimpered and panted and lance crawled over to the bed, also forgetting that jc fucking justin meant cheating, and he kissed justin quiet as the boy got used to jc inside him. jc stayed gentle until justin began to push back against his thrusts, then he got anxious, and he pounded into justin, eager for release. justin howled in pleasure as jc nudged his prostate again and again, sending fireworks throughout justin's body. when lance closed his lips around justin's cock,
the youngest boy came violently, one last time, and jc couldn't hold back any longer. he came hard, harder than he could ever remember cumming before, in long spurts deep inside justin. then he collapsed against justin's back on the bed. lance licked his lips and snuggled close to justin. then jc pulled out and pulled justin into his arms.

as justin was taken from him by jc, lance looked up. he shared a look of intense jealousy with jc, fiery green eyes on icy blue, and justin chose just that moment to open his eyes. he saw the exchange and shrunk away from both boys in shock and horror.

"oh god," justin whimpered, near tears, "what have i done?"