Well, fuck.
The funny thing was, Chris couldn’t actually remember what
had made him think it would be a good idea to sneak up on JC and pin him to the
wall with his wrists above his head. Probably rehearsing ‘Up Against The Wall’
thirteen fucking times over the past
three days. It had just…struck him as funny, as something that would probably
lead to something amusing. Whenever he pulled something like this on JC, he’d
either get really flustered and look confused or else start yelling about
immature assholes and storm out of the room, but he wasn’t storming out now.
Wasn’t even moving, in fact, although he really could have pulled his wrists
free if he wanted to, because Chris was shorter than him, standing on tiptoes
just to be able to keep him there.
Actually, the only thing JC was doing was breathing really
hard, and trembling slightly in Chris’ hands, like he was scared, but he wasn’t
scared. Chris was pretty fucking sure of that.
Chris had been waiting in the toy room for him. Probably for
a little too long, because Chris likes to be prepared, makes lists for
everything, even, and makes sure that he always has everything he needs with
him. Chris likes being prepared, being aware.
So he’d been waiting, and as soon as he was sure that it was
JC walking through the door, he’d grabbed JC with one arm and slammed the door
shut with the other, locking it with nimble fingers after he turned JC to face
the wall, pushing him against it first and then, as soon as he had both hands
free, grabbing JC‘s too-thin wrists (had to get the boy to eat more) and held
them above his head.
Leaned close to whisper into his ear, “Up against the wall,
huh, Jayce?”
He’d expected JC to pull back, annoyed, because he hated
being teased about stuff like that, and had refused to let anyone borrow his
computer for two months after he’d showed then Digital Getdown because of the
sites they kept “discovering” in his bookmarks, but he didn’t. In fact,
he’d.
Moaned.
Just a little, almost under his breath, but his body
tightened under Chris’s hands, and it was enough for Chris to draw in a quick,
shallow breath because damn, if that wasn’t just fucking hot.
And, um, a little encouraging, because what was JC doing,
shivering, quivering, fucking trembling against Chris? What the
fuck?
But still, you could never be too sure when it came to
friends—or when it came to JC—so Chris had. Stepped in close, almost pressing
his body against the long smooth line of JC’s, against the graceful arch of his
back. Not touching, just letting Jayce feel his body heat. Letting Jayce know he
was there.
He swallowed. “Um. Dude, really? Because—”
“No!” JC said quickly, but it was practically desperate, and
Chris knew a lie when he heard one, and damn if that wasn’t amusing. The fact
that it was turning him on too went on the back burner as he reveled in new dirt
to mock with.
He pressed into JC a little harder and laughed. “Dude. This
sort of kinky shit really turns you on?”
He expected JC to protest again, but he wanted to test, so
Chris squeezed his wrists tightly once, then slid one of his hands down Jayce’s
arms, biceps, down his face and over his mouth, and didn’t allow the
opportunity. Sure enough, JC gasped a little and bit back whatever he was going
to say, opening his mouth below Chris’ hand but merely breathing onto
it.
Shit. Shit. Okay, this was actually kind of hot. Like, in a
sexy way, which Chris has absolutely no idea what to do with.
Because, Jesus, they’d all heard each other jerk off before,
and even shared sex stories, and maybe even kissed each other once or twice, but
this was. Unprecedented. And he didn’t quite know what to do with the situation,
now that he’d started it.
But there was only so much you could do with a situation like
this, and it was kind of too late to back out now, so he just stepped closer and
pressed JC’s wrists into the wall, letting him know that he wanted them to stay
there, and then the let his hand follow the same path his other hand had: down
JC’s arm, squeezing his bicep, but then whispering over his shoulder to slide
over his chest.
His nipples were hard.
And fuck, fuck, this really wasn’t a joke anymore, was it?
Because JC was panting against Chris’ hand, and writhing just a little, pushing
his body back until it bumped into Chris’s, and he had to notice that Chris
seemed to have bypassed getting hard and went straight to full
erection.
Had to, because he ground his hips back into it and let the
tip of his tongue snake out of his mouth to tease Chris’s palm, and when had he
become the one in control?
Well, he couldn’t have that, because how could he ever hold
his head up high knowing he’d been topped—so to speak—by someone as skinny-ass
as most of their thirteen-year-old fans.
He took what advantage he already had, and grabbed one of
JC’s wrists, slamming him until he was pressed to the wall, cheek against it,
skin to plaster. JC grunted and bit down on his hand—little fucker—but then went
limp, breathing hard. Letting Chris chuckle against the back of his neck and
slide his hand from shoulder to the base of his spine, even arching against it,
trying to keep Chris’s skin on his.
“Dude, you’re so mine,” Chris said into his ear, careful to
breathe on the side of his neck, making JC jump. He chuckled and slid his hand
around to JC’s front, to pinch and fondle a hard nipple through his shirt until
JC squirmed, moaning against his fingertips and finally giving up, licking them
like a chastised puppy. Chris almost let go, because there was softwetheat
suddenly curling around his fingertips, and fuck, JC wasn’t supposed to be this
hot, either literally or figuratively, but he fucking was. Jesus.
He finally gave up and draped his body against JC’s, letting
his weight press the smaller man more firmly against the wall, because for one
thing, JC seemed to like it. A lot. The less he could move, the more he tried
to, bucking skittishly even as he moaned and rolled his head and mouthed Chris’s
fingers, just barely touching them with the tip of his tongue, and then almost
swallowing them.
And besides, Chris was getting just a little dizzy to stand
straight up, and JC’s body was such a long, hard, welcoming column of softhot
skin, and fuck, the curve of his ass was a perfect place for Chris’s cock to
rest, because. Jesus.
Meanwhile, JC’s hands were still pressed to the wall, exactly
where Chris had left them, and Chris’s fingers were still rolling one of JC’s
nipple, which was just unbearably hard beneath his shirt. Finally Chris got sick
of that—or rather, frustrated—and slipped his hand beneath JC’s shirt, circling
around his navel first and then working up beneath the thin fabric to slip
around the hard buttons of JC’s nipples directly.
At the first touch of skin on skin, JC went fucking crazy,
moaning against Chris’s fingers, licking between them, fucking deep-throating
them, and bucking back against Chris’s cock like he was being fucked. Just.
Fuck.
And Chris wanted to do something besides just finger Jayce’s
nipples, but they were so fucking tender, just a touch and JC was already
writhing, and besides, his skin was so fucking gorgeous, buttersoft and warm
beneath his hand, deliciously hard and soft all at the same time, the scratch of
hair light against his skin.
But JC was freaking out, and his hand slid down from the wall
to grab Chris’s arm, urging it downward, and now he wasn’t exactly swallowing
Chris’s fingers, though he didn’t seem to be able to get them out of his mouth.
Instead he spoke around them, punctuating each of his staccato words with a lick
of Chris’s fingers. “Chris. Cock. Please, please.”
So yeah, okay, he could probably do that. Never mind that he
hadn’t had a cock in his hand that wasn’t his own for years, but. Hey, it wasn’t
like they were all that different, and even if he wasn’t willing to let JC
release his other hand, and JC didn’t seem particularly receptive to the idea
either, he could certainly do this one-handed.
It was hard to slide his hand down that hot, tempting flesh,
and not stay, however; instead, going straight for rough denim and harsh zipper,
but Jayce’s moan was more than worth it, because. Fuck. How the hell was he ever
going to look JC in the face after this?
He probably would be able to, but just this moment, right
here, where every part of JC seemed welcoming to him—the hot wet swamp of his
mouth, the surprisingly curved lines of his body, the bulge of his cock beneath
denim—was worth it. He couldn’t remember being this close to someone in a long
while.
But he still had his brain—sort of—so he stopped. Just for a
second, half a second, long enough to whisper into JC’s ear, “This won’t fuck
anything up, right?”
“What?” was muttered around his fingers, and Chris swallowed,
just trying to hold onto self-control, but then JC released him to say, “No,
man.” Twisted his head to look at Chris with surprisingly clear blue eyes,
clouded over with desire but not stupid with it. “We’re good,” he said, and then
smiled a heartbreakingly sweet JC smile, leaning back at what was probably a
really painful angle to kiss Chris softly on the mouth.
He kissed back, but was suddenly thrust back into his body
with the realization that, as much as JC was leaning into the kiss, he was
leaning just as much into Chris’s hand, which was cradling his cock only through
(Chris suspected) the layer of his jeans. He squeezed once, softly, and was
encouraged by a shallow thrust, and the opening of JC’s mouth to let out a small
moan, which escalated as Chris slid his hand down the zipper.
Chris licked at JC’s lips, almost expecting to be shut out,
but instead JC made some little warm noise and opened his mouth wider, sliding
his tongue out to play with Chris’s. And his cock was still heavy and hot in
Chris’s hand, and his hands, now unoccupied, were clenching and unclenching
against the wall, sliding over the smooth white plaster, slamming against
it.
Fuck.
It was all just, sensory overload, and fuck if it was going
too fast. Chris released JC just long enough to unbutton, unzip his pants,
swallowing his moan, but letting his mouth go long enough to hear the little,
“oh, oh,” he let out when Chris
finally touched his dick, skin on skin.
Well…he’d been right about the commando thing. If he could
ever, ever tell anyone about this, he’d be able to get that ten bucks from
Joey.
But he didn’t want to tell anyone about this, ever, because
this was just a him and JC thing. Even though he knew he wasn’t the first person
to have his hand down JC’s pants, probably not even the first guy, it still felt
sweet and new and so fucking hot that he didn’t even think he’d be able to
relate this story without his tongue catching on fire, anyway.
And JC was just all kinds of vocal, whimpering, moaning,
little kittenish noises against Chris’s tongue, and he didn’t seem to know
whether he wanted to thrust forward into Chris’s grip or lick the inside of his
mouth.
Finally Chris made the decision for him, and used the hand
that wasn’t sliding over the silky furnace of his dick to press him against the
wall by his shoulders.
JC didn’t come until Chris leaned into to kiss his neck, and
then finally gave into the temptation to bite.
His body jerked, little shocky gasps of movement, before he
collapsed against the wall, still moaning slightly beneath his breath. Chris let
out a shaky laugh and leaned against his back, stealthily sliding his hand out
from the front of JC’s body and licking it clean. Fuck.
And, never one to resist temptation, he went up on tiptoe to
whisper, “Up against the wall indeed. Now you gonna tell me about the
inspiration for Space Cowboy? I’ll bet that one involves illegal drugs.”
JC laughed too, sounding breathless and sleepy, and reached
back to swat at him. “Bitch.”
“Hey, shut up, jerk. I’m the one who didn’t even get to
come.” And he hadn’t, either. Kind of made him want to pout, but instead he just
pressed closer to JC’s body, which was just really hot and all kinds of
welcoming…
JC took a moment to wriggle back against him, but then stood
with remarkable poise, tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping them. He
turned around below the press of Chris’s body and kissed his
cheek.
“That’ll be for later. Cause we have to do that, just…” He
wrinkled his brow, trying to remember why they couldn’t right now.. “Just,
because, yes.”
“But later.” Chris hoped he didn’t sound too hopeful, but
really, he was just a little desperate, and JC could already tell
anyway.
JC blushed, which was strange, considering what they’d just
done. “Yes.”
Chris pressed against him, kissing the side of his neck.
“Good.”
THE END