| Hidden Feelings |
| Note: Thanks to Brandi for the title! |
| �What?� Justin snapped into the phone. �Hey Justin,� JC said, smiling at his friend�s obvious grumpiness. �C? What do you want? You do realize you�re calling me before nine o�clock, right?� Justin grumbled, frowning into the phone and rubbing his eyes. �I�m well aware,� JC started, �listen J, I was thinkin� we could hook up today.� �Excuse me?� Justin choked out, hs heart beating wildly, �hook up?� �Yeah, you know. Get together. Play ball or something,� JC replied, confused. �Hook up,� Justin mumbled and then said more clearly, �what�s with the new vocabulary, Jace?� His heart was returning to its normal rate. And then it hurt. �Nothing. New album maybe, who knows?� JC answered before asking again, �so you up for doing something today?� �Uh, sure,� Justin replied, wanting to cry, �come over in an hour and I�ll be ready.� �All right, sounds good,� JC responded, smiling to himself. Justin placed the phone on the receiver and put his head in his hands. He was disappointed. But he felt so stupid. How could he think for even a second that JC would want to 'hook up' with him? Justin had misunderstood the meaning of the phrase. Or what JC had meant by it. His heart was tight in his chest as he began to cry. **** JC whistled as he walked up to Justin�s front door. He knocked, waited, and then just pushed the door open. He yelled Justin�s name, but didn�t get a reply. He curiously walked further into the house and began climbing up the stairs when he didn�t find Justin downstairs. He walked into Justin�s room and found him curled into a fetal position on the bed. JC�s heart clenched. Justin looked so angelic with the sun shining on him at the perfect angel. JC moved closer, looking at Justin�s face. It was tear-streaked. JC�s heart jumped. What was wrong? Why had Justin been crying? He needed to find out, so he sat on the side of the bed and shook Justin lightly. Justin mumbled, �Josh,� and curled up tighter. JC smiled and shook harder. Justin�s eyes opened and then widened in shock as he saw JC. �Good morning,� JC whispered, �I guess I shouldn�t have woken you up so early this morning. I�m sorry.� �It�s ok,� Justin replied, pushing the dream he�d been having into the back of his mind. �Are you ok?� JC asked, his eyes showing his concern. �Of course,� Justin lied, faking a smile, �why?� �You have tear stains on your cheek,� JC pointed out. Justin paled a little at being caught in his lie and tried to apologize. �Don�t worry about it. You can tell me later, ok? After you whip me in basketball,� JC said, trying to get Justin to smile. And it worked. Justin smiled brightly before saying, �damn right I�ll beat you.� �And we can talk about what�s bothering you, too?� JC pushed a little, knowing Justin needed it. �Sure, it�s a deal,� Justin agreed, already wondering how he�d get himself out of talking. But that didn�t matter now. �I�ll just go downstairs while you take your shower,� JC told him, �take your time.� �All right,� Justin agreed, heading towards the bathroom while JC went downstairs. **** Justin needed a shower badly. A cold one. He gasped as he stepped into the freezing spray. The dream he�d had had been so real. And so erotic. Justin had turned the spray warmer once there was no longer a tightness in his cock, but then thinking about the dream made him hard again. �The hell with it,� he thought. He replayed the whole dream in his mind. Each time JC touched him in the dream, he touched himself the same way, pretending his hands were JC�s. He came quickly and then focused on washing up. He stepped out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then he went into the bedroom to find something to wear, wondering, yet again, what he was going to tell JC when they talked later. **** JC walked slowly down the stairs and into the living room. He switched on the TV and fell back onto the couch. His hand fell on the cushion beside him and hit something. It was a notebook of some sort, and it was open. JC leaned over curiously, wondering if it was Justin�s song-writing notebook. If it was, he wanted a sneak peek. But it wasn�t. He saw his name in the middle of the page. He knew he shouldn�t read it, but he was very curious to see what Justin wrote about him. When he found out, his jaw dropped in shock. �Justin wants me?� he asked himself aloud. �He�s gay?� JC didn�t know what to do. He prayed that Justin would take a long shower. Justin had described a dream he�d had about JC in the journal. A very sexual dream. JC was shocked that Justin thought about him that way. But he was more shocked about the fact that he was hard just from reading about Justin�s dream. �He wants me,� JC thought, looking down to his lap, �and now I want him.� **** Justin got dressed into shorts and a tee shirt, his usual basketball attire. He went downstairs and followed the noise of the TV into the living room. He saw JC sitting on the couch staring into space. Then he saw his journal. Sitting right next to JC. Open. �Shit,� Justin thought. He walked quickly to the couch, picked up the journal, saw what page it was on, and groaned. He must have left it open after writing in it the night before. He sat next to JC. �Did you read it?� he asked cautiously. �Yes,� JC admitted, embarrassed, but there was no point in lying. �I�d yell at you for invading my privacy, but that wouldn�t be fair. I left it out,� Justin said. �You aren�t mad?� JC asked, confused. �No, but I�m very embarrassed,� he said, looking at JC. �Well, maybe I can fix that,� JC replied, a twinkle in his eyes. �Yeah? How?� Justin asked, deciding to play along. �Like this,� JC said, pulling Justin to him and kissing him softly. �That help?� JC asked. �A little,� Justin answered. �Good,� JC replied, closing his lips over Justin�s again. �Mmm,� Justin moaned when they pulled away, �this is way better than my dream.� �I�d hope so,� JC replied, smiling as he kissed up and down Justin�s neck. This was much better. THE END |