Title: Burned

Author: saabira

Summary: Sometimes love lies.

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The small of Justin's back tasted like salt and heat beneath JC's tongue. Justin writhed and buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries. 

 

No one is supposed to hear them.

 

JC trailed his tongue down over the slow curve of Justin's buttock, leaving behind a trail of prickly goose bumps as the cool air chilled Justin's dampened skin. JC licked the sweat from Justin's skin as the blue light from the television flickered over the bed, illuminating its two occupants in a cool ghastly glow. JC continued his path, tasting Justin’s skin. Trying to make him scream. Justin bit down on a corner of the pillow as JC tested the dark pucker of his anus. Tears slid down Justin's flushed cheeks and he did scream.  JC's name repeated over and over again in his mind. 

So much heat when JC pushed his tongue passed the unyielding ring of muscle. The words 'tongue fuck' flashed in Justin's overheated brain, emblazed like a neon sign. Justin growled from deep in his chest. JC pulled away, raising his body up over Justin, pressing languid sex-kisses to his tensed back and shoulders. JC stroked the tickling fuzz of what was left of Justin's hair and whispered into Justin's ear, 'Shh, Baby. He'll hear you'. And he returned to his task. He held Justin's cheeks apart, delighting in the soft duskiness of Justin's ass, lowered his head and thrust with his tongue. That place: tight and forbidden and perfect.

 

Justin whimpered as he arched off the bed before coming down to grind the throbbing pain of his erection into the mattress. JC ran a protective hand over Justin's back and moaned, sending a vibration through Justin’s body. His tongue was moving still, wicked and knowing. Justin groaned and came, hard, squeezing the pillow for life. JC worried his lower lip with his teeth, eyeing Justin appreciatively.

 

Such a pretty pretty boy.

 

JC gripped his cock in one hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his heated palm. It was almost tighter than he could stand. Justin rolled over onto his back. JC placed the other Justin’s hip and bent down to take Justin's slightly wilted erection in his mouth. Justin closed his eyes and dug his fingernails into his palm. 

He tries everything in his power to stop himself from coming again. He thought about his mother...rotten food... But his mind quickly returned to JC sucking his cock and Joey. He always ended up thinking about Joey.

 

A suppressed moan escaped as a grunt as his orgasm exploded in his body. His skin felt sensitive and raw all over.  JC collapsed onto Justin's sweaty body, panting into Justin's ear. Minutes passed and when they were breathing normally again, JC kissed Justin on the cheek and left the bed for the bathroom. Justin got up when he heard the bathroom door close. He blindly groped the floor for his discarded jeans, and the too-small-t-shirt he'd been wearing when JC had answered the door just an hour ago. He locked and closed the door behind him. 

 

The hallway was too bright, and when he looked into the gilt-framed mirror on the wall across from JC's door, he could see that he looked too freshly fucked. He rubbed a hand across his tired eyes, and returned to his room. After taking a shower and changing into old sweat pants and a t-shirt, he went back into the hallway, crossed it slowly, and let himself into Joey's room. 

Joey rested against the headboard, eyes closed; a forgotten paperback book lay at his side. He opened his eyes when he heard the door open. “Hey baby, did you and JC make up?”

Justin felt the tears prick at the back of his throat as he nodded. 

“Cool, you two are useless when you’re fighting.”

 

Justin didn’t reply. He moved to the bed, pulled the blankets down and climbed in. He curled his long limbs up and huddled against Joey's warmth. Joey dropped a kiss onto Justin's forehead. Justin turned his face up to Joey and let himself be kissed. 

 

He couldn't kiss back. Not yet. Not so soon after what he'd done. 

 

“Good night,” Joey said. 

“I love you, Joey,” Justin managed to say. 

And it hurt so much because it was true, yet so many lies were intertwined with those three words... “I know you do. I love you, too.”

 

They fell asleep with their foreheads touching as the tears dried on Justin's cheeks, and Joey's heart was just a little sore because he could always tell when Justin wasn't telling the truth.

[Fin.]

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