The Real Thing
Author's Note... JoeC. The wax licking inspired this. Because yes. ;)
JC stood in the doorway, looking at the relaxed figure on the bed. “Why did you do it?”
“Do what?,” came the ever so lazy voice.
How could Joey not know? Everyone was talking about it! “Lick my wax figure.”
JC watched as a small smile went across Joey’s face. It reminded him of the same smile Joey gave after he had licked the wax figure. Seductive and smirky all at once. A dare, maybe.
“Because it was hot.”
JC was stunned. Joey? Joey thought his wax figure looked hot? Joey? “Joey! It looked like me.”
“Yeah.”
That smile again. JC thought he could almost hate that smile. If hadn’t found it so attractive that is. That smile made him want to do...things...to Joey. Things he shouldn’t even be thinking about. Joey had to be kidding him. Right? “So, why did you lick it?”
Joey leaned up on one elbow and smiled that...irritating...seductive...whatever...smile. “Told you why.”
JC nodded slowly. No way was he falling for this joke. Yeah, right. This was Joey. Joey was the silent, but deadly practical joker. Uh huh. Right. Joey found him hot. Sure. Maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe Joey just needed his eyes checked. Long hair...Joey probably got mixed up and thought he was licking some female celebrity. Yeah. That had to be it. Better tell Lance to put Joey down for an eye appointment. “But it looked like me.”
That slow smile again. No. It was a grin. A devilish grin. “Yep.”
Okay. He would play along. Once again, JC the brunt of the guys’ jokes. Couldn’t they find someone else to pick on? Like... JC really missed the days of Justin’s curls when the guys would annoy the hell out of Justin, instead of him. “You think... You think I’m hot?”
That grin got huge. It was a smile. Oh the things it made him want to do. Lick hot skin. Touch Joey in... Ice bath. Think cold, Josh. Don’t think of Joey... He was concentrating so hard on thinking cold he almost missed what Joey said.
“Duh, Chasez.”
Wait. Joey found him hot? Really? This wasn’t a joke. “Oh.” Boy, did that sound intelligent. JC rolled his eyes at himself.
“And because I couldn’t lick you in public.”
Mental break down. Joey couldn’t have said what he thought he said. No way. Hot was one thing. Actually wanting to lick him? Yep. He was turning into a nice little puddle of goo. Thank you very much. One puddle of goo because Joey actually wanted to lick him. “You wanted to lick me?,” gasped JC, as he grabbed onto the door.
“Yep.”
Damn him. Joey was being all smooth and cool and sexy. He was turning into a puddle of goo. Couldn’t Joey be nice enough to sound like he was turning into goo somewhere? Or that he was turned on. Wait. Turned on Joey. No. Bad. “Oh.”
A slow smirk filtered over Joey’s face. No doubt about it. That was a smirk. Damn him. Almost as bad as what a turned on Joey would sound like.
“Is that all you can say?”
Hello. What was he supposed to say? Hello. Pile of goo here. Goo made by thoughts of just licking. Not actual licking. Oh. Actual licking. That would be so much better. Yes. Licking. Done by Joey. On him. Yes. “Well, if you want to. You can lick me. Now. That is. If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought. Never mind. It’s stupid.”
No way Joey was going to lick him. He sounded like a puddle of goo. He should just turn around and leave. Yes. That is what he should do. Leave.
“Jayce...”
Hope springs eternal. Maybe. Could Joey... “Yes?”
“Come here.”
Oh no. Bad. Joey might want to do things. Like... Wait. Were those bad? Lick. Him. “Why?”
“Cause I wanna lick you.”
Yes! He was gonna get licked. Wait. This required movement. Can goo move? “Oh. Okay.”
Apparently goo can move. His legs were carrying him to the bed. Joey was pulling him on the bed. Yes. Wait. Where were his pants going? Was those his boxers? “Joey. Wait. You... You didn’t lick my wax figure there.”
That slow smirky seductive smile was back. Followed by a licking of lips. Eeep. He was officially goo now.
“You complaining?”
Complaining? About what? Huh? “Um. No?”
“Don’t sound so sure. I can stop.”
Stop? No. Stop meant no more. No more licking where Joey had his nice warm tight hand. Yes. He liked Joey’s hand. He liked Joey’s tongue better. Lick. Please. Yes. There. He guided Joey’s head back to where he wanted him to lick. Yes. “Please. No. Just. Unexpected. Like. Yes.”
“C?,” came the muffled word, almost a sound.
Yes. Talk more. Do that again. Yes. “Yeah?”
“You taste better than wax.”
Wax? Joey was talking about wax? No talk. More lick. Yes. “Oh.”
Wait. Wax. Dummy. JC smiled. Some things it was better to be the real thing, baby. Maybe Joey would lick the real him more. Yes.
JC stood in the doorway, looking at the relaxed figure on the bed. “Why did you do it?”
“Do what?,” came the ever so lazy voice.
How could Joey not know? Everyone was talking about it! “Lick my wax figure.”
JC watched as a small smile went across Joey’s face. It reminded him of the same smile Joey gave after he had licked the wax figure. Seductive and smirky all at once. A dare, maybe.
“Because it was hot.”
JC was stunned. Joey? Joey thought his wax figure looked hot? Joey? “Joey! It looked like me.”
“Yeah.”
That smile again. JC thought he could almost hate that smile. If hadn’t found it so attractive that is. That smile made him want to do...things...to Joey. Things he shouldn’t even be thinking about. Joey had to be kidding him. Right? “So, why did you lick it?”
Joey leaned up on one elbow and smiled that...irritating...seductive...whatever...smile. “Told you why.”
JC nodded slowly. No way was he falling for this joke. Yeah, right. This was Joey. Joey was the silent, but deadly practical joker. Uh huh. Right. Joey found him hot. Sure. Maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe Joey just needed his eyes checked. Long hair...Joey probably got mixed up and thought he was licking some female celebrity. Yeah. That had to be it. Better tell Lance to put Joey down for an eye appointment. “But it looked like me.”
That slow smile again. No. It was a grin. A devilish grin. “Yep.”
Okay. He would play along. Once again, JC the brunt of the guys’ jokes. Couldn’t they find someone else to pick on? Like... JC really missed the days of Justin’s curls when the guys would annoy the hell out of Justin, instead of him. “You think... You think I’m hot?”
That grin got huge. It was a smile. Oh the things it made him want to do. Lick hot skin. Touch Joey in... Ice bath. Think cold, Josh. Don’t think of Joey... He was concentrating so hard on thinking cold he almost missed what Joey said.
“Duh, Chasez.”
Wait. Joey found him hot? Really? This wasn’t a joke. “Oh.” Boy, did that sound intelligent. JC rolled his eyes at himself.
“And because I couldn’t lick you in public.”
Mental break down. Joey couldn’t have said what he thought he said. No way. Hot was one thing. Actually wanting to lick him? Yep. He was turning into a nice little puddle of goo. Thank you very much. One puddle of goo because Joey actually wanted to lick him. “You wanted to lick me?,” gasped JC, as he grabbed onto the door.
“Yep.”
Damn him. Joey was being all smooth and cool and sexy. He was turning into a puddle of goo. Couldn’t Joey be nice enough to sound like he was turning into goo somewhere? Or that he was turned on. Wait. Turned on Joey. No. Bad. “Oh.”
A slow smirk filtered over Joey’s face. No doubt about it. That was a smirk. Damn him. Almost as bad as what a turned on Joey would sound like.
“Is that all you can say?”
Hello. What was he supposed to say? Hello. Pile of goo here. Goo made by thoughts of just licking. Not actual licking. Oh. Actual licking. That would be so much better. Yes. Licking. Done by Joey. On him. Yes. “Well, if you want to. You can lick me. Now. That is. If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought. Never mind. It’s stupid.”
No way Joey was going to lick him. He sounded like a puddle of goo. He should just turn around and leave. Yes. That is what he should do. Leave.
“Jayce...”
Hope springs eternal. Maybe. Could Joey... “Yes?”
“Come here.”
Oh no. Bad. Joey might want to do things. Like... Wait. Were those bad? Lick. Him. “Why?”
“Cause I wanna lick you.”
Yes! He was gonna get licked. Wait. This required movement. Can goo move? “Oh. Okay.”
Apparently goo can move. His legs were carrying him to the bed. Joey was pulling him on the bed. Yes. Wait. Where were his pants going? Was those his boxers? “Joey. Wait. You... You didn’t lick my wax figure there.”
That slow smirky seductive smile was back. Followed by a licking of lips. Eeep. He was officially goo now.
“You complaining?”
Complaining? About what? Huh? “Um. No?”
“Don’t sound so sure. I can stop.”
Stop? No. Stop meant no more. No more licking where Joey had his nice warm tight hand. Yes. He liked Joey’s hand. He liked Joey’s tongue better. Lick. Please. Yes. There. He guided Joey’s head back to where he wanted him to lick. Yes. “Please. No. Just. Unexpected. Like. Yes.”
“C?,” came the muffled word, almost a sound.
Yes. Talk more. Do that again. Yes. “Yeah?”
“You taste better than wax.”
Wax? Joey was talking about wax? No talk. More lick. Yes. “Oh.”
Wait. Wax. Dummy. JC smiled. Some things it was better to be the real thing, baby. Maybe Joey would lick the real him more. Yes.