Inspiration 7/? the Xannequin story
There is some sex in this chapter, but nothing too graphic. I made all of this up, and take no credit for the basic plotlines from the movies "Xanadu" and "Mannequin."
INSPIRATION
Seven
“Here.” JC tossed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt at Justin as soon as he got the curtains closed. “Put these on.”
“You’re late,” Justin said almost unhappily. “I was beginning to worry.”
“I thought you could magically see everything out there,” JC teased, yanking the tee over Justin’s curly head.
“You’re in a good mood,” Justin muttered, shoving his arms through the sleeves. “And I can’t “magically see” everything. Only certain things that pertain to the person I’m supposed to help.”
“Whatever.” JC bounced on his heels impatiently. “Come ON, Justin! God, what are you, made of plastic or something?”
“Shut up, Josh,” Justin snapped, but he couldn’t help but smile at JC’s enthusiasm.
“Okay.” JC opened the door to the window and peeked out. “As far as I know, everyone’s down in the loading dock…it’s someone’s birthday and they’re having cake or something.”
“You don’t like cake?” Justin asked.
“Not as much as I like you,” JC replied, and Justin actually blushed. “Okay. Coast is clear.” JC grabbed Justin by the hand and hurried him through the store to one of the elevators. As soon as the doors closed, JC grabbed Justin and gave him a passionate kiss.
“You’re forgiven for being late,” Justin murmured, panting for breath.
“Good.” The doors opened onto the third floor. JC grabbed Justin’s hand again and pulled him along. “Okay. Close your eyes,” he said as they approached a door.
“JC, what…”
“Please.” Justin sighed and closed his eyes. JC took him by the hand, and Justin heard the door open. JC led him a few steps, then closed the door. “Okay.”
Justin’s eyes fluttered open, then widened. JC had set up a picnic in one of the small third floor display windows. Candles flickered on a small table, and about twenty very comfortable looking pillows and blankets were set up at the end of the area. “Wow,” Justin whispered.
“I figured, you know, since we can’t go out and have a picnic…we’d have one here.” JC bit at his bottom lip. “Unless you think this is stupid.”
“This is awesome, Josh.” Justin’s beautiful smile lit up his face. “I can’t tell you the last time someone did something this nice for me.”
“Good. Sit down.” JC paused. “You do…um…eat, right?”
Justin laughed. “Yes, I eat.” He sat down and crossed his long legs under him. JC sat down as well.
“Okay…so I was going to do something romantic, like pasta, but I didn’t know how to keep it really hot, and I wasn’t sure if we’d run into someone or anything…so it’s just fried chicken and things like that.”
“Wow, like a real picnic!” Justin beamed at JC. “Thank you, Josh.”
Justin got out the food while JC popped open a bottle of wine. He poured them each a glass, and handed one to Justin. “I would like to propose a toast.” He held up his glass and looked into Justin’s eyes. “To one of the sexiest, sweetest, most beautiful muses an artist could ever ask for.”
“Josh…” Justin swallowed hard. “Wow. That was…” Justin clinked his glass against JC’s. “To one of the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing and talented artists a muse could ever ask for.”
JC giggled a bit and sipped his wine. “Now dig in. This is still pretty warm.”
They chatted as they made quick work of the food. JC had even remembered to bring something to clean their hands. “Oh, that was good,” Justin said with a sigh. “I’m having a good time.”
“I promised something else on our picnic date,” JC reminded him. He went back into the picnic basket and pulled out a small speaker and his mp3 player. “Dancing.”
“I think I’m too full to shake my hips, as you put it,” Justin groaned.
“This isn’t hip-shaking music.” JC started the mp3 player, and a slow love song started to play. “Dance with me?”
Justin stood as well, and put his hands on JC’s shoulders. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on.”
JC pulled Justin closer, wrapping his arms around him. “Oh really? How many dates have you been on?” He teased.
Justin frowned. “Well…um…none. Back when I was, you know, real, you didn’t really date. You got married off. And thankfully, I never had to do THAT. And since then…well, I mean, I don’t…I’m not supposed to fall in love.”
JC pulled back. “Love?”
“Yes.” Justin looked down nervously, then looked back up at JC. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Josh. And that scares me. I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s not supposed to happen.”
“I…I love you, too,” JC whispered. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Justin said nothing, just started kissing JC as if his life depended on it. JC’s hands fisted in Justin’s curls as Justin’s hands roamed over JC’s slender body. JC gasped against Justin’s mouth as Justin’s hands slid under his shirt. “I just…wanna touch …” Justin murmured, nipping at JC’s neck as his hands slid up across JC’s back.
“C’mere.” JC led Justin to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.
“Were you preparing to seduce me, Joshua Chasez?” Justin smirked.
JC reached into the basket and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “Maybe,” he said arrogantly, then blushed. “I mean, I figured I’d be prepared for whatever. We don’t have to…”
“I want to,” Justin said, reaching down and pulling his tee shirt over his head.
“Damn,” JC whispered, watching the muscles ripple in Justin’s flat stomach. “You’re gorgeous.” He smirked a little. “Like a Greek God.”
“That was corny,” Justin said, rolling his eyes. He slowly removed JC’s shirt and began to kiss him. JC moaned, pulling Justin down over him until their bodies were pressed together.
“Make love to me,” JC murmured against Justin’s neck. “Please, Justin…I don’t know how much time we’ll have. Sometime you’ll have to go away, and then I’ll be alone, and I want to have this to…”
“Josh, do you always talk this much during sex?” Justin asked, his hand fumbling at the button of JC’s jeans.
“No, I just…” Justin’s hand slid inside and JC’s back arched. “Ah, fuck, not talking…not…talking…”
“Better,” Justin murmured against JC’s chest, his tongue finding a nipple as he stroked JC. “How do you want me?”
“How do I want you?” JC blinked as he gasped for air. Like he was capable of an intelligent decision at that moment. “However you want.”
“Mmm…” Justin nuzzled his way down JC’s stomach, wriggling the jeans down and taking JC’s underwear with them.
“You naked…” JC managed, and Justin laughed at his lack of coherency. Justin quickly stripped, proving to JC that he was indeed anatomically correct. JC’s hands were all over Justin’s body, learning the soft skin and firm muscles.
“You…are gorgeous…” Justin murmured as he kissed JC’s hip bones. “…and taste…incredible…” His mouth found JC’s cock and JC almost shouted. Justin’s hands held JC’s hips as they ground upwards to find more of Justin’s incredibly warm and talented mouth.
“Please…Justin…” JC begged. Justin didn’t stop sucking JC, but managed to get some lube on his fingers before slowly sliding one inside. JC moaned, arching up again. He didn’t remember feeling this way, this intense wave of passion and need. It had never happened with Lance, he was sure of that.
“Want me?” Justin asked against the soft skin of JC’s inner thigh, leaving a line of kisses as he moved down to bite at the back of JC’s knee. He added a second finger, and JC was whimpering.
“Yes, please,” JC almost sobbed. Justin slowly got up on his knees, making JC watch as he lubed his cock.
“I love you, Josh,” Justin said, stopping all movement and looking directly into JC’s eyes. “Never ever forget that. I love you like I’ve loved no one else.” He brought JC’s knees up to wrap around his waist, and slowly slid himself inside.
“I love you, too, Justin,” JC gasped, wrapping his arms around Justin and pulling him down for a kiss.
“Um…JC?”
“You always call me Josh,” JC said drowsily, stretching and pulling the cover up over himself.
“No, I don’t,” AJ’s voice said.
AJ? JC sat up straight. “Uh, AJ?”
“I thought you might want to, uh, get dressed. We’re done in about a half-hour, and nothing’s done in the big window,” AJ said, scratching his head. “Everything okay?”
JC looked down at himself, and then looked around the window. He knew how this must look to AJ. Naked JC under a pile of blankets, with the remnants of a picnic for two scattered around him…and no one else in the room. Thankfully, Justin was completely buried in the blankets, and AJ couldn’t see him. “No, everything’s fine,” JC replied, blushing a deep red. AJ grinned.
“I guess he was good if he knocked you out for the most of the night. Just let me know next time you plan something like this, okay? That way I can cover for you.” Still chuckling, AJ went out, closing the door behind him.
“Holy fuck,” JC groaned, smacking himself in the forehead and crawling out from the blankets. Still naked, he began throwing things into the basket.
“Now THAT’S a view I could wake up to,” Justin said, grinning as he sat up and stared at JC’s naked backside.
“Shut up,” JC mumbled, blushing even deeper. “I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. And we didn’t start the window.”
“Relax, Josh…we’ll take care of it tonight.” Justin got up and began to dress. “It’s okay.”
“Right.” JC took a couple of deep breaths and got dressed.
Justin waited until he was finished, then pulled him into a hug. “Last night was incredible, Josh. I’ll be thinking of you all day.”
“Me, too,” JC said, giving Justin a tender kiss.
When JC got home that morning, he found he couldn’t sleep. Not only had the nap taken a lot of the sleep out of him, but he feel a desire to paint. It was a deep desire, an urge to create, that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He prepared the canvases, got the palettes ready, and waited for the “painter’s block” that had hung over him so intensely in the last few months. Instead, it was like there was an electric wire running from his heart and soul to his hand, and he began to furiously slap paint on the canvas.
INSPIRATION
Seven
“Here.” JC tossed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt at Justin as soon as he got the curtains closed. “Put these on.”
“You’re late,” Justin said almost unhappily. “I was beginning to worry.”
“I thought you could magically see everything out there,” JC teased, yanking the tee over Justin’s curly head.
“You’re in a good mood,” Justin muttered, shoving his arms through the sleeves. “And I can’t “magically see” everything. Only certain things that pertain to the person I’m supposed to help.”
“Whatever.” JC bounced on his heels impatiently. “Come ON, Justin! God, what are you, made of plastic or something?”
“Shut up, Josh,” Justin snapped, but he couldn’t help but smile at JC’s enthusiasm.
“Okay.” JC opened the door to the window and peeked out. “As far as I know, everyone’s down in the loading dock…it’s someone’s birthday and they’re having cake or something.”
“You don’t like cake?” Justin asked.
“Not as much as I like you,” JC replied, and Justin actually blushed. “Okay. Coast is clear.” JC grabbed Justin by the hand and hurried him through the store to one of the elevators. As soon as the doors closed, JC grabbed Justin and gave him a passionate kiss.
“You’re forgiven for being late,” Justin murmured, panting for breath.
“Good.” The doors opened onto the third floor. JC grabbed Justin’s hand again and pulled him along. “Okay. Close your eyes,” he said as they approached a door.
“JC, what…”
“Please.” Justin sighed and closed his eyes. JC took him by the hand, and Justin heard the door open. JC led him a few steps, then closed the door. “Okay.”
Justin’s eyes fluttered open, then widened. JC had set up a picnic in one of the small third floor display windows. Candles flickered on a small table, and about twenty very comfortable looking pillows and blankets were set up at the end of the area. “Wow,” Justin whispered.
“I figured, you know, since we can’t go out and have a picnic…we’d have one here.” JC bit at his bottom lip. “Unless you think this is stupid.”
“This is awesome, Josh.” Justin’s beautiful smile lit up his face. “I can’t tell you the last time someone did something this nice for me.”
“Good. Sit down.” JC paused. “You do…um…eat, right?”
Justin laughed. “Yes, I eat.” He sat down and crossed his long legs under him. JC sat down as well.
“Okay…so I was going to do something romantic, like pasta, but I didn’t know how to keep it really hot, and I wasn’t sure if we’d run into someone or anything…so it’s just fried chicken and things like that.”
“Wow, like a real picnic!” Justin beamed at JC. “Thank you, Josh.”
Justin got out the food while JC popped open a bottle of wine. He poured them each a glass, and handed one to Justin. “I would like to propose a toast.” He held up his glass and looked into Justin’s eyes. “To one of the sexiest, sweetest, most beautiful muses an artist could ever ask for.”
“Josh…” Justin swallowed hard. “Wow. That was…” Justin clinked his glass against JC’s. “To one of the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing and talented artists a muse could ever ask for.”
JC giggled a bit and sipped his wine. “Now dig in. This is still pretty warm.”
They chatted as they made quick work of the food. JC had even remembered to bring something to clean their hands. “Oh, that was good,” Justin said with a sigh. “I’m having a good time.”
“I promised something else on our picnic date,” JC reminded him. He went back into the picnic basket and pulled out a small speaker and his mp3 player. “Dancing.”
“I think I’m too full to shake my hips, as you put it,” Justin groaned.
“This isn’t hip-shaking music.” JC started the mp3 player, and a slow love song started to play. “Dance with me?”
Justin stood as well, and put his hands on JC’s shoulders. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on.”
JC pulled Justin closer, wrapping his arms around him. “Oh really? How many dates have you been on?” He teased.
Justin frowned. “Well…um…none. Back when I was, you know, real, you didn’t really date. You got married off. And thankfully, I never had to do THAT. And since then…well, I mean, I don’t…I’m not supposed to fall in love.”
JC pulled back. “Love?”
“Yes.” Justin looked down nervously, then looked back up at JC. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Josh. And that scares me. I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s not supposed to happen.”
“I…I love you, too,” JC whispered. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Justin said nothing, just started kissing JC as if his life depended on it. JC’s hands fisted in Justin’s curls as Justin’s hands roamed over JC’s slender body. JC gasped against Justin’s mouth as Justin’s hands slid under his shirt. “I just…wanna touch …” Justin murmured, nipping at JC’s neck as his hands slid up across JC’s back.
“C’mere.” JC led Justin to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.
“Were you preparing to seduce me, Joshua Chasez?” Justin smirked.
JC reached into the basket and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “Maybe,” he said arrogantly, then blushed. “I mean, I figured I’d be prepared for whatever. We don’t have to…”
“I want to,” Justin said, reaching down and pulling his tee shirt over his head.
“Damn,” JC whispered, watching the muscles ripple in Justin’s flat stomach. “You’re gorgeous.” He smirked a little. “Like a Greek God.”
“That was corny,” Justin said, rolling his eyes. He slowly removed JC’s shirt and began to kiss him. JC moaned, pulling Justin down over him until their bodies were pressed together.
“Make love to me,” JC murmured against Justin’s neck. “Please, Justin…I don’t know how much time we’ll have. Sometime you’ll have to go away, and then I’ll be alone, and I want to have this to…”
“Josh, do you always talk this much during sex?” Justin asked, his hand fumbling at the button of JC’s jeans.
“No, I just…” Justin’s hand slid inside and JC’s back arched. “Ah, fuck, not talking…not…talking…”
“Better,” Justin murmured against JC’s chest, his tongue finding a nipple as he stroked JC. “How do you want me?”
“How do I want you?” JC blinked as he gasped for air. Like he was capable of an intelligent decision at that moment. “However you want.”
“Mmm…” Justin nuzzled his way down JC’s stomach, wriggling the jeans down and taking JC’s underwear with them.
“You naked…” JC managed, and Justin laughed at his lack of coherency. Justin quickly stripped, proving to JC that he was indeed anatomically correct. JC’s hands were all over Justin’s body, learning the soft skin and firm muscles.
“You…are gorgeous…” Justin murmured as he kissed JC’s hip bones. “…and taste…incredible…” His mouth found JC’s cock and JC almost shouted. Justin’s hands held JC’s hips as they ground upwards to find more of Justin’s incredibly warm and talented mouth.
“Please…Justin…” JC begged. Justin didn’t stop sucking JC, but managed to get some lube on his fingers before slowly sliding one inside. JC moaned, arching up again. He didn’t remember feeling this way, this intense wave of passion and need. It had never happened with Lance, he was sure of that.
“Want me?” Justin asked against the soft skin of JC’s inner thigh, leaving a line of kisses as he moved down to bite at the back of JC’s knee. He added a second finger, and JC was whimpering.
“Yes, please,” JC almost sobbed. Justin slowly got up on his knees, making JC watch as he lubed his cock.
“I love you, Josh,” Justin said, stopping all movement and looking directly into JC’s eyes. “Never ever forget that. I love you like I’ve loved no one else.” He brought JC’s knees up to wrap around his waist, and slowly slid himself inside.
“I love you, too, Justin,” JC gasped, wrapping his arms around Justin and pulling him down for a kiss.
“Um…JC?”
“You always call me Josh,” JC said drowsily, stretching and pulling the cover up over himself.
“No, I don’t,” AJ’s voice said.
AJ? JC sat up straight. “Uh, AJ?”
“I thought you might want to, uh, get dressed. We’re done in about a half-hour, and nothing’s done in the big window,” AJ said, scratching his head. “Everything okay?”
JC looked down at himself, and then looked around the window. He knew how this must look to AJ. Naked JC under a pile of blankets, with the remnants of a picnic for two scattered around him…and no one else in the room. Thankfully, Justin was completely buried in the blankets, and AJ couldn’t see him. “No, everything’s fine,” JC replied, blushing a deep red. AJ grinned.
“I guess he was good if he knocked you out for the most of the night. Just let me know next time you plan something like this, okay? That way I can cover for you.” Still chuckling, AJ went out, closing the door behind him.
“Holy fuck,” JC groaned, smacking himself in the forehead and crawling out from the blankets. Still naked, he began throwing things into the basket.
“Now THAT’S a view I could wake up to,” Justin said, grinning as he sat up and stared at JC’s naked backside.
“Shut up,” JC mumbled, blushing even deeper. “I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. And we didn’t start the window.”
“Relax, Josh…we’ll take care of it tonight.” Justin got up and began to dress. “It’s okay.”
“Right.” JC took a couple of deep breaths and got dressed.
Justin waited until he was finished, then pulled him into a hug. “Last night was incredible, Josh. I’ll be thinking of you all day.”
“Me, too,” JC said, giving Justin a tender kiss.
When JC got home that morning, he found he couldn’t sleep. Not only had the nap taken a lot of the sleep out of him, but he feel a desire to paint. It was a deep desire, an urge to create, that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He prepared the canvases, got the palettes ready, and waited for the “painter’s block” that had hung over him so intensely in the last few months. Instead, it was like there was an electric wire running from his heart and soul to his hand, and he began to furiously slap paint on the canvas.