Joey turns the water off and flings open the shower curtain, the cool air a harsh contrast to how hot it had been from the water. He quickly grabs one of the towels off the back of the toilet and wraps it around his waist. He grabs the other and begins drying his hair off as he steps out of the tub.
He wipes a circle on the fogged mirror before tossing the towel into the tub. He spreads toothpaste over the head of the toothbrush and begins brushing his teeth, humming to himself. He spits into the sink and rinses his mouth out. He inhales deeply and smiles at the minty taste.
He ruffles through the pile of clothes on the counter and curses to himself. Forgot a pair of underwear again.
JC�s sitting on the edge of his bed, tying his shoes, when the bathroom door opens and Joey walks out in just a towel. He keeps his head ducked as he finished tying his shoes, but his eyes follow Joey as he walks over to his suitcase.
When Joey walks by to go back into the bathroom, a flash of color catches JC�s eye. �Joey, wait.�
Joey stops and peers over his shoulder. �What?�
�Turn around for a sec.�
Joey rolls his eyes and turns around. JC licks his lips and stares at the line of skin that peeks out of the towel wrapped around Joey�s waist. �When�d you get that?�
Joey follows JC�s gaze to the tattoo of the superman emblem on his hip. �Ohhh, that. I dunno, maybe a month ago.�
JC drops to his hands and knees on the floor without warning. Joey stands there, shocked, as JC crawls over to him, eyes predatory. He opens his mouth to question, but all that comes out is a sharp gasp as JC�s tongue darts out and swiftly licks over the tattoo.
JC grips Joey�s hips, pinning him to the wall, as he begins lavishing at the inked skin. He sucks the flesh in between his lips before nipping at the offended skin, reveling in the soft moan escaping Joey�s mouth. He traces the shape, curves his tongue over the �S�, and sucks again.
Joey backs up, JC following on his knees, until his back hits the wall. He hisses as JC�s teeth close over the skin and tugs. His hand falls to the top of JC�s head and he threads his fingers through the curly hair. JC�s chest presses the towel into his cock, now heavy and full, and he bites his lip. JC shifts and he groans as the fabric rubs painfully over his dick.
JC pulls back long enough to mumble �fucking hot� before lapping at the tattoo, now swollen and red. He grabs the towel and tugs until it pools at his knees. Joey�s cock, erect and leaking at the tip, taps the bottom of his chin as he nibbles around the tattoo one last time. He pulls back and takes the head of Joey�s cock between his swollen lips, sucking lightly.
Joey let his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. He lets go of the pair of boxers his fingers had been clutching on to and brings his other hand over to cradle JC�s head. He huffs in a deep breath and moans as JC swirls his tongue over the tip of his dick.
JC�s fingers flex, pressing into the flesh of Joey�s hips, as he takes Joey in slowly, inch by inch until his nose nuzzles the dark hair at the base of Joey�s dick. He closes his eyes and revels in the feel of Joey, heavy in his mouth. Joey�s dick is warm and pulsing on his tongue, tasting clean and fresh with the distinct taste of Joey lingering beneath.
When Joey nudges at the back of his throat he pulls his mouth tight and hums a bit. Joey lets out a choked cry and his hips twitch, rolling forward towards the slick heat of JC�s mouth. JC pulls back achingly slow until just the tip rests on his lips. He pauses for a teasing second, waiting to hear Joey whimper out, and when he does he swallows him down quickly.
Joey bangs his head against the wall, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his fingers fist JC�s hair tightly, not pulling or forcing, just holding him there. JC�s mouth is warm and wet, a tight sleekness wrapped around his cock. He pushes his hips forward just a little bit, wanting to bury himself inside the hot confines of JC�s mouth. JC pins his hips to the wall and he moans.
JC drags his lips back up slowly before sinking back down, swallowing when he feels Joey nudge at the back of his throat again, Joey�s low moan echoing in his ears. He rubs the pad of his thumb reverently over the tattoo as he pulls back again, and looks up at Joey, taking in the sight.
Joey�s mouth is open, top lip twitching just so, and he�s gasping for air. His chest rises and falls with each deep intake of breath. A trickle of sweat slides down from his temple, over his cheek, and down his neck.
JC pulls back to blow a steady stream of air over the tip of Joey�s cock before swallowing him down again. His cheeks hallow out as he begins to suck fiercely. Joey opens his eyes and looks down to see JC staring up at him, steel blue eyes sparkling. He cries out harshly and closes his eyes. His hips push forward and he comes hard, shooting wave after wave into JC�s mouth.
Joey slumps back against the wall and scrubs a hand over his face, panting. Blindly he grabs JC by the shoulder and hauls him up to kiss him. The bitter taste of himself mingles in with the minty taste as his tongue sweeps through JC�s mouth.
They kiss until Joey can�t breath again and he pulls back, panting. �Damn,� he breathes, �If you like it so much maybe we should go get you one.�
�Naw,� JC says, shaking his head. �Like it better on you.�