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phone service by
audreysrev &
drabble_queen
Justin really isn't the mood. It's been a long day and he's just not in the mood.
"Justin." The singsong tone in JC's voice makes him laugh, even though he wants so badly not to do this tonight. He groans, but JC
doesn't take the hint. "What are you wearing, Justin?"
"I'm really not in the mood, C." Justin hears his sighs, the rustling of the sheet.
Inexplicably, he knows that the only thing JC is wearing is that sheet. Despite his tiredness and complete unwillingness, Justin feels
himself begin to harden.
"Justin." There is no joking in JC's voice now. His voice is low, deeper than normal. Justin's response is completely involuntary, a small
gasp. He knows that tone.
"Are you touching yourself, J?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, Justin's hand is making its way down his abdomen, beneath the
sheet, and into his boxers.
Palming himself lightly, Justin listens to JC's moans. He closes his eyes and can almost see him, see the arch of JC's back and his
hand moving quickly. He sees it all, the twitching of his muscles and those blue eyes clenched shut.
"Yeah." So maybe, just maybe he's in the mood.
He matches his strokes to the rhythm of JC's little moans, his gasps. Soon Justin is matching each of JC's sounds with moans of his
own.
"What are you wearing, J?" He can hear the satisfied smile in JC's voice, knows how happy he is that Justin gave in.
Stroking himself, Justin can almost imagine that it's JC. That he isn't in some bedroom around the world, but right there, right next to
him.
"Boxers. Oh. Boxers and a beater." JC loves him in beaters, loves to slips his hands under them slowly as he sits atop him and grinds
down.
JC groans, lets out a hissed sigh as he gets the perfect picture going.
"Mmm, J. I wanna lick you thighs."
"Justin. Baby, I want." Justin's legs spread and he sees JC right there, crouching between them, the impish smile he always gets when
he's planning something naughty. "I want to lick you, J. Base to tip."
Justin groans, arches just a little more, feels the light touch of JC's tongue at his head.
"You wanna taste me, baby?" Somehow he manages to say it, though Justin isn't sure how. He can't stop himself from thrashing a little,
stretching for JC's touch. "Wanna put me in you warm mouth?"
He rubs his fingers around the wet tip. Hears JC's gasp pick up speed, knows how close he is.
"J. Please, baby." He's begging, begging Justin to do something. JC's so close and Justin can feel him on the edge.
"You've got me in you, babe. So warm, and wet, and good." Justin licks him palm, from wrist to fingertips, gets a tight hold.
"Mmm, in me," JC murmurs. "You're pulling my hair?"
Justin arches he doesn't know who loves it more, him or JC but running his fingers through the soft locks and giving a little pull. It
get's him hot every time and JC always comes with him.
"Yea, baby. Just a little. A little harder." And that’s all it takes. Justin's coming apart, JC's name on his lips. On the other line, JC's soft moans turn louder, more intense as he comes. They ride it out together, sighs and groans as they come down.
"Thanks, J." His voice is hoarse, a little weak. The sound makes Justin smile.