Joey was reading a book.

This didn't happen a lot.  He was either too busy or not interested.
Everyone knew that he was NOT the intellectual one.  But, right now,
he wanted to read.  He was sitting crosslegged in the middle of his
bed, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.  And someone was making it very
difficult to concentrate.

First, it was just a poke to the back.  Lower back.  Upper back.
Then a pinch to the neck.  He slapped at the nuisance like it was a
fly.  Pretty soon, it was pressure.  Someone was draping an arm over
his shoulder.  He grabbed the arm and tossed it back.

Then, two hands and a forehead on his back.  Actually, the hands were
pushing and it was a head butt.  Damn.  "Stop it."

The pressure was gone.  A few moments of release and then someone's
body was pressing against his upper back and two arms came around his
neck.  "Goddammit!" he said in frustration and elbowed the person in
the stomach.  Aw, freedom again.

Then he was back, draped over Joey's shoulders again.  Two hairy
forearms had him in a soft headlock and the body was pressing his
upper back again.  True, the headlock wasn't meant to cause pain,
just to get his attention, so he bit one of the arms and heard a yelp
from behind him. "Fuck you, Joe!" he heard a petulant voice say.  But
at least he retreated.  Back to the book.

A few seconds later, he was being pressed again, arms draping over
his shoulders.  Then one of the large hands grabbed his book and
tossed it clear across the room.  And then he felt the person
retreat.  "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Joey screamed, ready to kill him.

No answer.

Then the arms came around his shoulders in a hug.  There was an aroma
of soap and shampoo and as he glanced back.  MAN!  Why didn't he wear
a fucking t-shirt?!  I guess he could be happy that Justin had some
clothes on this time.

"What are you reading?"

"Jup, will you leave me alone?"

"Come on, I'm just asking."

"It's Dean Koontz, ok?"

"Who's that?"

"An author.  Now, leave!"

This time he dared to look at the little pest.  Well, he really
wasn't so little.  He never had been as long as he'd known him.  Even
when he was 14.  Now he wasn't jailbait anymore and he was returning
Joey's glare with big, sad, blue eyes and those damn pouty lips.  Why
did he break his promise to himself?  He'd told himself that he
wasn't going to acknowledge the teasing because that had always been
the first mistake.  The first mistake in a long line of mistakes
where Justin was concerned.

"Sorry, Just.  All I want to do is read.  OK?"

Justin looked at him and shrugged.  "M'kay, Joe.  Sorry."

Joey looked at Justin's pink lips again.  He watched his wet tongue
flick out and lick the bottom one, unconscious of what it did to
Joey. That bottom lip had been the death of Joey on more than one
occasion.  "Are you just going to sit there?"

Justin shrugged again.  "I guess."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm bored."

"And what do you want me to do about it?  Are you sure that's all?"

Justin shrugged again.  "I'm cold."

"Well, it might help if you put a shirt on, J.  You could dry your
hair?  The water is still dripping off your curls."

Joey rolled his eyes as Justin jumped off the bed, pulling the low
slung sweats up his hips, and disappeared.  Joey could hear him in
the bathroom drying his hair with Joey's hair dryer.  Aw...now he
could read.  He retrieved the book Justin had playfully flung against
the wall and started reading again.

"Joey!?"

"Yeah?"

"C'mere!"

"Dammit.  What?!"

"Just come here, dickhead."

Now Joey flung his book against the wall.  He crawled off the bed and
came to stand in the doorway of the bathroom.  Justin had blow dried
his hair into a 70's style afro and was doubled over, laughing.

"Just?  You look like a reject from Soul Train.  What are you doing?"

Joey was laughing too as he watched Justin giggling so hard his face
was turning red.  After a few moments, Justin straightened up and got
serious.  He stepped closer to Joey and Joey leaned forward, thinking
he was going to say something.  "Wanna touch it?" he said, low and
soft, looking at Joey with eager eyes.

"I SO don't want to touch it, Justin," Joey whispered, shaking his
head and turned around to exit quickly.  He wasn't going to get
dragged into things with Justin ever again.  He grabbed his book and
sat back in his spot on the bed, trying to concentrate on finding his
spot in the book.

Justin was back, not 5 minutes later, his hair curling into damp
ringlets again.  Joey was concentrating on his book, having gotten a
good 5 minutes of reading done already.  Kneeling behind him, Justin
didn't touch him as he put his lips next to Joey's ear and said, "You
SO DO want to touch it, Fatone."

Joey's body shuddered at the sound of Justin's voice.  Chills ran up
his spine and he felt hot breath on his neck.  Justin now was leaning
against his back and hugging him tightly.  "I'm still cold."

At moments like this, when Justin was clingy and demanding attention,
Joey was usually the happiest.  He loved nothing more than to shower
the little diva with attention.  Justin ate it up.  But the last time
Justin had come to him like this, he'd gotten a lot more than just a
little attention.  Justin obviously wanted more of the same because
he looked sad and when Justin was sad, no one could refuse.  He
wouldn't let them.

"Joe?"

"You're really bugging me, Jup."

"C'mon."

"What?  Tell me what you want."

"A backrub would be divine."

Joey could HEAR the blissful smile Justin had on his face.  He could
feel it.  He remembered it from last time.  It had all started
innocent enough.  A backrub...a blowjob.  His hands on that creamy
skin and Justin moaning to his touch.

He wasn't going to let it happen again.  But Justin was pressing his
body HARD against him.  Eighteen year old boys were hard practically
24 hours a day and Justin was no exception.

Then he felt lips.

"Justin, don't."

"Why?  Joe, please?  Mmmplevovemph...."

Those lips on Joey neck and mumbling huskily made the hairs on his
forearms stand up.  That wasn't the only part of his body reacting.
He could feel the sweat beginning to form on his brow.  It was sheer
willpower Joey was using to deflect all the images and sensations
Justin's nuzzling was creating.

Justin grabbed his book out of his hands, where it was lying closed,
and tossed it savagely against the wall again.  Out of the corner of
his eye, he could see Justin sitting back on his heels now.  Shit.
He looked.  Justin's expectant eyes burned into him.

"Justin....I think you should just go pester Lance.  When most people
are cold, they just grab a blanket or put some more clothes on."

"I'm not most people."

"Ya know, I realize that."

Justin reached back and grabbed the bedspread and drew it around
him.  Then he tackled Joey HARD.  All 160 pounds of long legs and
hard muscles came crashing around Joey and he soon found himself
wrapped up tightly, not only in the bedspread.  Justin was in his
face, all blue eyes and damp curls, smelling like minty toothpaste
and Suave shampoo.

Joey's own arms had instinctively gone around Justin's waist during
the attack and Justin was leaning over him.  His own mind was reeling
a bit at Justin's aggressiveness and before he knew it, he was being
pressed down hard into the mattress and soft lips were moving against
his own.

His tongue was soft too as Justin licked Joey's mouth open and
explored.  Joey could only chuckle to himself when he realized that
one of his own hands were buried in the wet curls and the other was
gripping the back of Justin's neck, crushing the boy into his own
arms.  Funny, he didn't feel that cold.  In fact, Justin's body was
searing his own flesh, even while his kisses were the softest and
sweetest Joey had ever tasted.

"Joe, please," Justin whispered as Joey kissed the soft skin behind
his ears and buried his face in the curls there.

Joey rolled him over and fluidly pulled the bedspread away so he
could see the beauty being offered to him.  Untying the string of the
sweats, he took them from Justin's body and watched Justin close his
eyes, practically purring with anticipation.  He watched Justin
roughly grab himself and begin stroking his hard cock, writhing to
his own touch.  His friend's cock was thick but long and Joey didn't
remember ever seeing him look more beautiful.

"So much for the backrub, huh, Just?" he said before leaning down to
lick the oozing tip of one very hard erection.

"Oh.  God.  Just fuck backrubs, Joe," came the reply as Justin
moaned, a little delirious and thrust toward Joey.

"My, but aren't we impatient," Joey teased, holding his lips away as
Justin frantically groaned in frustration.

It was Joey's turn to drive his friend mad with lust, and given
Justin's state of arousal, it was utterly delicious.  His friend's
body, buff and gorgeous, taut and on edge, begging for
satisfaction...that made it all worth it.  Justin knew how to tease
him, no doubt, but he also reacted so sweetly to his own torture.

"Isn't this better than some romance novel?" Justin purred between
gasps.

That brought another chuckle...the boy was so hot and comical at the
same time, it hurt Joey's heart too much.  "Just, Dean Koontz doesn't
write romance.  I don't read romance."

"Fine.  Whatever.  Joe, suck my cock."

Clamping a hand down hard on his friend stomach and wrapping his own
arm securely around Justin's thigh, Joey went to work on making sure
he fulfilled the request.  Squirming and panting, cuss words flowed
from the boy's mouth.  "Why are you such a wiggle worm, Ju?" he
snickered, feeling him trembling beneath him.

"Joe, man, you give the best backrubs," was mumbled as Justin smiled
and blinked slowly.

"I didn't touch your back tonight."

"Whatever, Joe.  Whatever."
 

fini
done
the end.