| The Games He Plays |
| �I recommend walking around naked in your living room,� Justin sang to himself, a towel low on his hips as he walked out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following close behind him. �Really, because that sounds good to me,� Justin heard someone reply. He turned his head and smiled to see Wade sitting on his bed. �How�d you get in here?� Justin asked. �Thanks for making me feel wanted,� Wade retorted with a smile. �You know I always want you, babe,� Justin replied, winking. He strode over to his bag to get some clothes, making sure to swing his hips. �Hey, you know what that does to me,� Wade scolded, making his way over to Justin. �Hmmm?� �When you swing your hips like that� you know it makes me want you ever more,� Wade accused. �Yes, I do,� Justin admitted, grinning. �So you meant to do it? Just to make me want you?� Wade questioned. �Yep,� Justin responded. �You know that we have rehearsal in a few minutes, right?� Wade asked. �Uh huh,� Justin said. �You�re an asshole,� Wade told Justin, adjusting his already hardening cock. �But you love me,� Justin replied, kissing Wade quickly. �Let�s go or we�ll be late.� �Oh, that boy is going to be the death of me. He must take a shower before rehearsals just to make me hot. He�s going to get it later,� Wade muttered under his breath, wondering how he was going to explain his obvious erection to the other guys. **** �Where�s Wade? He�d never late,� Lance asked the four other men in the room. �I dunno,� Chris replied, stretching. �Me either,� Joey said, his arm around Chris� waist. �I saw him earlier,� Josh offered. �That�s helpful, Jace,� Lance teased. �I saw him a few minutes ago. He told me he had to take care of something,� Justin explained. Wade entered the room then, looking very flustered. Justin grinned. Getting to Wade was too easy. �Did you take care of your problem, Wade?� Justin asked innocently. �Not yet, but it *will* be fixed later,� Wade replied cheerfully, looking Justin up and down. Justin got the hint. He knew he was in for it later. �That�s good to hear. Now can we start? I have somewhere to be at five,� Lance asked, and they began their routine. Justin watched Wade as they practiced one of their songs. Wade�s passion was dancing, and Justin loved watching him. Wade moved so fluidly, so beautifully. The longer Justin watched Wade, the more that he wanted him. He felt all the blood rush to the place between his legs, and he knew how Wade had felt earlier. Wade was watching Justin too. He watched Justin watched him, saw his face get flushed, and his eyes fill with lust. Wade smirked. Served Justin right. Wade made an attempt to make his dancing even sexier, and he could see the beginnings of an erection tenting in Justin�s pants. He almost laughed, but he didn�t want to blow their cover. Justin didn�t think he�d be able to dance much longer. He wasn�t sure he could wait much longer to have Wade, to have his boy. He wanted him so bad, and Wade�s sexy dancing wasn�t making it any easier. Justin caught his eye and could tell he was enjoying Justin�s discomfort. �Ok, ten minute break,� Wade called, turning off the music. The guys all went their separate ways, happy to have a break. Wade was usually pretty tough on them, so they never questioned him when he let up a little. Wade grinned when he realized that he and Justin were the only one�s left in the room. Justin felt Wade�s gaze on him, and looked over, surprised to find Wade right behind him. �Come with me,� Wade whispered, grabbing Justin�s arm and leading him to the corner of the room. He opened a door to what seemed to be a closet and shoved Justin inside. �God, Wade, I want you so much,� Justin moaned as Wade sucked on his neck. �I need you now, Justin,� Wade demanded, trying to get Justin�s shirt off without ripping it, and then working on his pants. Justin did the same to Wade and soon they were both naked. Wade reached down and grabbed Justin�s erect cock, stroking it quickly. �You liked what you saw out there, didn�t you, baby?� All Justin could do was moan. �Didn�t you?� Wade demanded, reaching his fingers down to grab Justin�s balls. �Yessss!� Justin shouted, throwing his head back. �We have to be quick,� Wade said, spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock to get himself ready. �Yeah,� was all Justin could say. �Ready?� �Mmmm,� Justin moaned as Wade pressed one finger and then two inside his tight hole. Justin whimpered when Wade removed his fingers, and the screamed as Wade entered him slowly. Wade waited a few moments, letting the pain subside a little, before beginning to move in and out. As he reached down to stroke Justin�s cock, he felt Justin shiver and knew he was close. �God, Wade, so goood,� Justin moaned, twisting his fingers in Wade�s hair, and pulling Wade closer to him, kissing him hard. Justin came first, spurting his come all over both their stomachs, and then Wade came too, collapsing on Justin, who was leaning against the wall. �So good, baby,� Wade whispered, starting to get dressed again. �Mmmmm. Yeah. God, Wade, you�re so hot. How am I going to make it through the rest of rehearsal?� Justin replied, kissing Wade again once they were both dressed. �Maybe I�ll just cancel the rest of it,� Wade suggested. �Ohh, I like that idea,� Justin agreed. Neither of them was aware that outside the closet door, there were four shocked guys standing completely still. **** �Justin and Wade?� Joey questioned. �I never would�ve guessed.� �Woah, me either,� Lance replied. �Hmmm,� was all Josh said. �Guy! Did you hear him? Rehearsal is canceled!� Chris exclaimed, grabbing his stuff and heading for the door. The rest of the guys followed, still thinking about Justin and Wade. **** When Justin and Wade came out of the closet, they looked around for the guys and couldn�t find them anywhere. �where the hell are they?� Wade asked, annoyed that they�d just left. �Does it really matter?� Justin asked. �You were going to cancel rehearsal anyway.� �Oh yeah.� �So, we�re alone,� Justin reminded him. �Yeah,� Wade replied. �Let�s go back to the hotel, my bed would be so much more comfortable,� Justin suggested. �Only if you promise me one thing,� Wade said. �What�s that?� �No more fucking with my mind. It�s not nice.� �Ok,� Justin agreed, as they headed out to the parking lot together. But Wade didn�t see that Justin had crossed his fingers. Justin grinned, loving the games they played. THE END |