Bend Me
by foxmonkey
Bend me, shape me
Anyway you want me,
Long as you love me, it's all right
"Bend Me, Shape Me", The American Breed
"God," Justin complained, bags crashing into the door frame as he staggered into the room, "I liked it better when you were the one flying in to hook up while I was on tour."
"Oh, that's love for you," JC said from the rumpled bed, sitting up to blink sleepily at Justin, a smile spreading over his face. Justin's heart stopped beating for moment.
Lonnie leaned into the room, grasping the dooknob. "You two okay in here?" He glanced from JC to Justin with a barely concealed smile.
"We're cool, man. E knows my schedule," Justin said. He dropped his bag to the floor and leapt onto the bed to poke under the covers at JC's lanky frame.
"No gets one in, no one knocks," JC told Lonnie, yawning hugely, submitting as Justin wrapped his arms around his body.
"E's got my cell," Justin said, leaning down to kiss JC's shoulder. "Unless somebody's dyin', I don't want to know about it. Not Trace, not my mom, not Cam."
"Got it. Later, gentlemen." Lonnie winked at them before he pulled the door closed. The lock sounded with a soft click.
"You fuckin' killed it," Justin said sofly, kissing JC's neck now that they were alone. "So fuckin' sexy." He mouthed his way up JC's jaw as JC's nimble fingers made short work of his buttons and zippers. "If I'd been up there, I'd have blown you right onstage."
"You could've come up," JC murmured; he tossed Justin's clothes across the room and tilted his head, giving Justin access to one of his favorite parts of JC's body, the pulse point behind his right ear. JC smelled wonderful, a trace of cologne lingering under the light, clean scent of his cucumber soap.
"Dude, Joey, Chris and Lance can pop up whenever they please--" Justin said, nuzzling his mouth into the curve of JC's neck, licking a spot he knew was especially sensitive.
"Yeah," JC finished, gasping slightly. "Too many pictures of us together--" His hand drifted down to Justin's hip. "Yeah, just...there." He opened his legs and Justin adjusted his position accordingly, kneeling between, thrusting slowly as they kissed.
"I like your hotel room better than mine," Justin said, lips moving against JC's lightly.
"Hmmm?" JC murmured, initiating a deeper kiss. When they parted he asked, "Why?"
"Your room has you in it."
JC's laughter puffed against Justin's lips. "Man, there ain't enough crackers in the world for all that cheese," JC said, grinning, though he looked pleased.
"You liked my cheese just fine last week, if you remember," Justin said, hands slipping smoothly down JC's chest.
"Mmmm," JC agreed wordlessly, looking up at him. Justin smoothed the new bangs off JC's forehead. With a smile JC gripped Justin's hips and, in a show of strength and agility that still surprised Justin sometimes, flipped them so JC was on top. He grinned down at Justin and licked slowly down his chest. JC's hand was cool against his thigh, and Justin shifted his leg.
"You smell like the ocean," JC said softly, and his mouth closed over Justin's cock. Justin arched his back when JC began to hum, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through his body. It was fast and hot and good; it had been a week since they'd seen each other and they were finally together. Justin just couldn't hold back.
He loved JC any way he could get him, absolutely and completely, but he especially loved JC like this, beneath him, going slowly out of his mind as Justin teased him to orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck," JC panted rhythmically, breathlessly, as Justin, squatting over JC's prone body, rose and sank on his cock. There was a slightly desperate look on JC's face, and Justin, unable to resist his parted lips, bent to kiss him.
"Oh, God, Justin," JC gasped into Justin's mouth. "J, yeah..." He held Justin's hips and twisted upward. But Justin loved being on top because he controlled the pace, not JC. He slowed his movements, rocking gently, just enough to make JC cry out.
"J, fuck, move please, please, come on..." He looked up at Justin, his grey-blue eyes slightly wild. "Baby, please," he whispered, and licked his lips.
Justin increased the pace, rocking harder, twisting his hips as he descended, putting everything into making it good for JC after teasing him so mercilessly. Making it good for both of them because he had to leave in the morning, and it would be weeks before they'd be together again.
Eyes closed, JC keened softly in the back of his throat and clutched at Justin's thighs. He arched his back and lifted his hips off the bed, trying once again to take charge. Closing his own eyes, Justin relented and let JC set a hard, driving pace, knowing JC would make it good for both of them because the night would be over far too soon.
At the edge of consciousness Justin heard people talking quietly, but he fought against waking, burrowing close to JC instead. But he had a movie to get back to, and JC had a tour to take care of, so he sighed and leaned his head against JC's back. It never got easier to leave. He hoped it never would.
"Hey," he mumbled by way of a greeting. He kissed JC's neck.
"E says you've got a half hour," JC said softly. "Somebody called from the film crew; they had to change the shoot schedule so they need you earlier than they thought."
"Fuck," Justin whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." A half hour gave him just enough time to for a quick shower and not much else, so he reluctantly slid out of bed. "I'm gonna jump in the shower," he said.
JC rolled over and they looked at each other without speaking. They never had enough time. Suddenly JC began to sing softly, a mischievous look on his face. It took a few seconds but Justin smiled when he recognized the song.
"One hundred positions, hunh?" he laughed. "Let's see what we can do." He held out his hand.
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