AC!JC. Yes, you read that right.

[hegemony]

This is what happens when I need to procrastinate. Like woah.



“I’ve been watching you,” Justin’s voice is low, dark over the phone. Those voice classes have been helping he guesses, he wants to sound a little more disturbed than usual and it sounds like he’s pulling it off. “Those hips, that narrow ass of yours. I want it. I want it spread out and ready for me.”

“Oh, really?” JC sounds smug, the kind of person who wants to be taken down a notch.

“I can’t imagine how you’ll sound when you moan for me, nice and slow while I slide my dick all the way up your ass,” Justin says, under his breath. “I bet you’re the kind of boy who absolutely hates not having things his way. The kind of boy who turns into a fussy little child when he has to sit down and obey, when he’s not forward on the game.”

“I’m hanging this phone up,” JC’s voice is curt, as if he has little patience. Justin smiles under his breath. The line goes dead.

That’s okay, Justin thinks to himself. If JC wants to play, they’ll play. They’ll play hard. Justin will do everything he has to, so that he can run this game. Everything.

“I get hard just thinking about you,” Justin says into the phone the next night, stitting down with a bowl of soup. If he’s timed his message right, JC’s on his encore, his phone buzzing backstage in his dressing room. “I get hard thinking about shoving you over and spreading those legs of yours, arching that perfect little back. You gasp at how big I am, your fingers tighten on the table. I’ll teach your body how to trick you, JC. I’ll teach it to defy you.”

Justin snaps his phone shut and smiles. It sounds, he thinks, like something JC would tell him. A delicious little line that he’s tried to fit into dirty song after dirty song with no luck so far. Justin hopes he’s beginning to sound more like JC as he goes along.

“Justin, cut the crap,” JC says.

“What crap?” Justin asks him, later that night. “Say it.”

“I…” JC says.

“…can’t,” Justin finishes for him. “You like it too much to acknowledge that you want it to stop. Like I knew you would. Sweetie, I’ve been playing this game for a long time. This is nothing, you want to see something?”

The voice on the other side of the line is silent.

“Be that way, baby. I like it when you try to fight me,” Justin says, amused but dark. This is fun. “I like it when you try to stop me.”

“I’m not trying,” JC’s voice is stern.

“You sure as hell aren’t succeeding, either,” Justin grins.

The first time JC sees Justin face to face is the first time that Justin actually acts like himself in weeks.

“You’re kind of quiet tonight,” JC asks. “What happened?”

“Long day, that’s all. Too much to do,” Justin shakes his head. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Of course I worry about you,” JC smiles, kissing him softly. JC tastes like the wine they’ve been drinking, and tonight he’s cut back on the eyeliner and grunge for glasses and an innocent wool sweater. Justin thinks that JC’s trying to wisen up. Justin won’t let him.

“Do you remember that fantasy you had a few months back?” Justin asks. “The one where you stalked me?”

JC closes his eyes and Justin knows he’s hooked. “Yeah. What about it?”

“Nothing,” Justin shakes his head. “Just thinking about how hot it was.”

“You saying you want to do it again?” JC asks.

“Not particularly,” Justin shrugs. “It wouldn’t be as hot a second time, I think. Just thinking about it, is all.”

“Oh?” Justin laughs at JC inside his head, instigating again. “What else are you thinking about?”

Justin leans in closer. “How hot I’d look to you if I stripped, blindfolded myself, and fumbled to ride you while you still had your clothes on. I bet you wouldn’t even help me find you, or undo your jeans. I bet you’d think I looked better struggling. Wouldn’t you, JC?”

JC doesn’t answer. Gotcha, Justin thinks.

“You’d just sit back and watch as I groped and found what I wanted, sliding down onto it. You wouldn’t even make a sound. Know how I know? Because you’re evil that way. But then again, isn’t that what you want? My impassioned lips on your carefully still ones, my moaning, my movement?”

“What makes you believe I’d like that?” JC asks.

“I don’t know. Maybe you wouldn’t,” Justin shrugs. “It’s just a thought. Not like I’m gonna do it.”

JC’s eyes are impenetrable. Score one for the home team, Justin thinks. In his head, he’s kicking his heels.

That night, JC takes his time loving Justin, in the dark, with the windows open so breeze can seep through. There’s no clothes, no rope, no nothing. Just the two of them. Justin groans, opens his legs wider, asks to get taken harder, deeper.

JC gives him what he wants.

“So good to me, baby,” Justin whispers on the phone, the next day. “Can still feel you inside me, Stroking me just right. You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy?” JC asks, “I don’t think so. I think you’re crazy.”

“For you, baby. Only for you,” Justin smiles. At this point, he really doesn’t know or care how long he has to keep this up. He’s been getting a kick out of seeing JC act this way.

“I can’t remember the last time he’s been so bashful around me,” Eva smiles, standing in the doorway. “What the hell have you been putting in his water?”

“I don’t have to put anything anywhere,” Justin smiles back at her, letting her in. “He’s kind of doing it on his own.”

“Really?”

“Yep. He doesn’t really ever know what to do with himself when he can’t get a bearing on the kind of game we’re playing together. And He still hasn’t been able to get a bearing on the one I’ve been playing with him for the last few weeks. Came here last night without even a trace of his new self. No languid movement, no black nails, no nothing.”

“I’m impressed,” Eva’s smile is unselfconscious.

“Frankly, I am, too,” Justin nods. “Think you’re up to it?”

“Up to throwing him for a loop? Of course I’m up to it. I’ll always be up to it,” Eva says.

“Good to know,” Justin smiles.

Justin goes to bed alone that night, knowing full well that JC’s off in the studio, as he always does for months at a time. But he wakes up differently.

He wakes up with his fingers taped together, his legs folded in, calves taped onto thighs.

Justin wears it well, JC thinks. He wears the bondage tape like lace garter on double-thick thighs. Sheets of rippling muscle turn almost feminine. If only JC had a pair of heels for him.

“Good morning, baby,” JC says from across the room. He’s back in old form, haughty smile and all. “I thought about the last couple days and you know what? A little discipline is in order, don’t you think?”

“I think I can handle anything you try to throw at me,” Justin says. It’s easy to copy JC, copy the cocky look in his eyes, the feather soft voice that teases.

“Perhaps, then, I should just finish tying you up and let you go back to sleep. Is that what you want, Justin? Remember that I’m your teacher. I taught you everything you know. Every little move, Every little word. I built this. I built you,” JC’s voice is savage, and he brings a knee down on the bed, down into Justin’s crotch. “I know this body better than you do.”

“You don’t,” Justin says with a flaunty smile.

JC brings his knee down further, down until Justin’s merely a pawn on it. He moans. “It’s mine. I should. I can abuse this little body anytime I want, isn’t that right?”

Two fingers land on the pillow of Justin’s bottom lip, and with little time to waste, Justin’s sliding them into his mouth. JC drags Justin to the edge of the bed by his hair, wreching his head backwards.

“Suck,” JC orders, sliding his cock into Justin’s open mouth. He waits until Justin starts to obey, closing his mouth to hollow out his cheeks before he starts doing other things.

Other things like sliding those wet fingers around the head of Justin’s cock. Other things like spreading Justin’s fascined legs, other things like sliding that bullet up Justin’s ass, making it lie against the place where Justin would no doubt need it and hate it the most.

“I’ll make you hate your body, Justin. I’ll make you hate it so badly,” JC’s voice is scarce, and the bullet pops on. JC uses his nails, his fingers on Justin’s cock until Justin’s hips snap up, aching for whatever he can get. JC grabs onto his cock like it’s a handle, and begins to fuck Justin’s mouth in earnest.

“I bet you would come right now, baby, if you could see yourself. You’re quiet now, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

Justin brings his arms up as if to use his bound fingers, but JC smiles as Justin begins to flail as he can’t get a good grip on anything. That was the point, JC thinks to himself, Later, he’ll tie Justin’s wrists to his shoulders and set him down on the bed, fucking him from behind, and pulling his back down into an arch, with forceful hands until he realizes that he’s not coming, and he realizes he can’t move an inch unless JC wants him to.

Cranking up the vibrator makes Justin’s hips Jump, and JC’s hand stills him. “Take it. Baby. Take it like I know you can.”

It’s tricky for Justin to swallow when he’s upside down. JC kisses him like he’s trying to devour his own come, dirty, nasty kisses where JC’s more concerned for his taste than for Justin. More bondage tape, tape covering Justin’s mouth and eyes, binding his hands together to his hips in a way that they can’t bend and shift. Tape wrapping the shaft of his cock.

“Pretty baby,” JC smiles, pulling Justin onto his knees on the bed, licking the visible head of his cock slowly enough for Justin to shudder and moan at the texture of JC’s tongue. He turns the vibrator up further, and smiles. “One last thing.”

Justin realizes how helpless he is when his nipples start vibrating, as well.

“I bet you bruise easy, don’t you?” Justin asks JC over the phone, the next day.

“You relentless little bastard,” JC snaps. “Last night didn’t teach you anything?”

“What was there to teach?” Justin asks. “All last night was for me was giving you a blowjob and a show. I bet you thought you were putting me in my place. Didn’t you? Did that get you off right? Putting me in my place?”

“I have to go,” JC hisses.

“Funny,” Justin says.

“Excuse you?” JC asks.

“Funny how you react when you don’t control the game. That’s all. It’s just funny,” Justin says. “You were right about one thing, though.”

“What?” JC says. “I really, really have to go.”

“You did build me. You did build this. You should be enjoying the fruits of your labor, though. Have a good day, baby.” Justin says, hanging up. He’s happy with himself, for the most part.

Justin really doesn’t have much of a plan to make JC go nuts, anymore. He thinks they’re both far enough into this that he doesn’t really need one. Just Justin being the fucking seducer this time is more than enough of a mindfuck than JC can handle, and so anything, right now, could probably make him fall apart.

“Come here, baby,” Justin croons, and JC follows like he’s being led by a siren. Justin takes his time kissing him, sliding him up to the wall, groping chest and thighs. JC quiet demeanor empowers Justin.

Undressing JC is gentler than it should be, But then again, Justin wants JC to feel utterly conned by the end of this night, body shaking with betrayal.

“I never did stalk you, baby. I never had to,” Justin whispers, in JC’s ear, licking a palm lewdly before wrapping it around JC’s cock. JC moans. It’s not helpless, Justin thinks. No, it’s a sensualist’s moan, long and tasteful and smacking of approval. JC lays back and lets Justin do the work.

He lays back and lets Justin settle the cuffs on his wrists, he lays back and offers his neck for Justin’s devouring.

“I love,” Justin says, hands caressing all over while his face is still stuck in JC’s neck. “How your body works in all these little beautiful ways, little triggers all over. Beautiful little triggers all over.”

“Justin,” JC says in a hot whisper.

“Shhh,” Justin smiles. “We haven’t even begun. I’ve got theme and variations for you, you needy little thing. You won’t get away so quickly.”

“Baby, I’m gonna,”

“You won’t,” Justin ushers, quietly. “You won’t. Wanna know how I know?”

“How?” JC asks.

“Simple,” Justin smiles, taking a metal cock ring from his pocket. A thumb opens it and Justin replaces his hand with the tight metal at the bottom of JC’s cock. JC shakes at the grip.

“Baby,” he whispers.

“So vulnerable,” Justin grins at him, producing a hex screwdriver. He’s happy he went all out, taking Eva’s advice. “You want it tighter or should I just lock it already?”

JC says nothing, so Justin tightens it a few turns until he can see it biting into the solid skin of JC’s cock. He puts the pin in and tightens that, too, until he can hear the click-squeak of the lock.

“You see,” Justin smiles, giving JC’s cock a delightful little lick from bottom to top, “Now we can begin. All that pretty metal on you.”

He drags his nails on JC like a cat, watching as a well manicured thumb sliding roughly over an areola makes JC shift, and a well placed pointer finger just under the head of JC’s cock makes his eyes open and his body arch with a gasp. It’s almost too easy for him, Justin thinks to himself.

“You’re not the only one who knows things, baby. You’re not the only one who knows what’s up. Sweetie, you’re so beautiful. So, so beautiful,” Justin groans, lips open on JC’s.

“Baby,” JC groans.

“You haven’t seen anything, yet,” Justin smiles wide, sliding down JC’s body. His fingers scrutinize line after line of JC’s body.

JC’s arms are pulling frantically by now, helpless and still. “Justin,” He groans, and can’t bring himself to look down at what Justin’s doing, but he knows where he’s headed. “Oh god, oh god Justin. Baby, please.”

Justin’s tongue plays JC like a cat who got the cream. His pace slow, torturous, maddening, he slips his tongue in shallowly and makes a grand exit afterward. “You like that?”

“Don’t stop,” JC orders.

“I don’t think you’re in any shape to be giving orders, sweetie. Look at you, you’re shaking like a lamb,” Justin smiles against JC’s ass, swirling his tongue in wide strokes like an artist with a brush before sinking his tongue in again. “Poor little boy.”

JC cries out when Justin starts wiggling it inside him.

“Just getting you ready for the main course,” Justin says, salaciously. “Want to make sure you can take all of me when I give it to you.”

“I…Justin,” JC groans. His body arches and Justin’s tongue goes deeper. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

“Exactly,” Justin smiles, his tongue sliding in and out at a rapid pace. JC’s damn near convulsing on top of him.

“Oh, oh god, oh please, please, please. Don’t make me, Don’t make me,” JC’s panting, head sliding from side to side.

Lubricated fingers come next, sliding in torturously slow as well. JC’s back arches and his toes curl, and Justin can tell he’s one big nerve ending right now.

“You know you want more than just this,” Justin taunts. “Show me what you want. Tell me what you want, Baby, and I might think of giving it to you. Come on, you know you can do it. “

“Please,” JC pants. “I want your cock.”

“That’s it, Baby,” Justin rewards him with an impromptu blowjob, head bobbling high and teeth scraping a permanent hard-on with so much give it might be silicone instead of skin and muscle. “That’s all you had to say.”

Justin takes his time sinking into JC, takes his time like he’s waiting for the second coming of the dinosaurs or even Jesus, if he wants to be thoughtful about it. JC’s writhing like a cut snake under him, and there are still inches of cock left to fit, so he grasps JC’s hips so hard that they’ll probably bruise and goes into his own little world. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck me,” JC groans.

“Feel me, first. Until you’re crying,” Justin snaps back, and slides the rest of his body into JC’s until there’s the slap of skin on skin. After that, justin doesn’t move.

JC’s heaving, now. Heaving like he’s doing all the breathing for Justin, too. Heaving like he can’t bring himself to do anything else.

“Fuck me!” JC demands. “Fuck me please! I…Please!”

He struggles to move, but Justin’s going nowhere, and he holds his hands still on JC’s hips, dragging him down.

“Please, Justin, please, please, please. Oh god, Justin. Please fuck me. I’m fucking begging you, baby. What else do you want me to do? What else? Please, tell me, I’ll do anything.”

Justin begins to withdraw slowly, hands still on JC’s hips. “I want you to shut the hell up. That’s what I want you to do. Can you do that?”

He slides back just as slow, and JC’s in whimpering pieces, moaning, arching, twisting poetry in motion. Justin laughs, low and heady. This is what he wanted to see.

JC at his most vulnerable, most uncomfortable, most real.

“Tell me what you want again, JC. Tell me what you want again. You know you’ll do it for me. Tell me you want me to do. Find the words that tell me you know what you’re feeling. You can’t, can you? You can’t do that right now. Too much stimulation, too much action. Isn’t it?” Justin accents the question with a particularly hard thrust that makes JC’s eyes fly open. “Isn’t it, baby? You’re so good at this. You’re so tight for it.”

Justin switches from no tempo at all to the tempo of one of the fastest songs he’s ever heard, one of the best songs JC’s ever written. “Can you feel it? Hmm?”

“Oh god, Justin,” JC whispers.

“You feel it,” Justin grins proudly. “I’m so glad.”

He goes faster, JC’s toes curl again. JC’s thighs are shaking, he’s groaning and pulling for his hands, giving in reluctantly to the fact that he won’t get use of them until Justin lets him. He’s helpless, a hole. And right as he realizes it, Justin explodes, eyes open, looking down at him. Justin stays silent, but to feel the flood inside him makes JC cry out Justin’s name.

Justin hangs his head, resting it on JC’s forehead. JC stays quiet.

“Look at you,” Justin whispers, softly. “Look at you.”

He slides away from JC, and the room feels cool, the room feels weird.

“Look at this,” Justin smiles humbly, sliding his fingers over JC’s cock as it arches up to his belly. “and Look at this. And this.”

JC moans as fingers scrape his full scrotum, and he turns his head when two fingers sink into JC again, Searching for that special little spot. It triggers a delicious, full little itch, one that makes JC’s whole body perk up, makes him cry out even harder in foreign tongue.

“You’re one big nerve ending, aren’t you,” Justin says, fondly. “That’s so cute. You’re so cute right now. You know that?”

“I’m not,” JC whispers.

“Oh, but yes you are. Yes honey. You are,” Justin says. JC smiles up at him, in pain. “Are you ready for the big finish?”

“I don’t know.” JC says. “What kind of finish is it?”

“It’s the difference between you and I, JC,” Justin says, sliding his finger over JC’s lips, even though it’s covered in come. “It’s not that hard.”

“I don’t know.” JC whispers.

“You don’t have to,” Justin smiles. “Lay back.”

“Okay,” JC nods. From Somewhere, Justin produces the key to his handcuffs, undoing them silently.

“Breathe,” Justin whispers. JC nods. He moves down to the cock ring. “I’m gonna do this in stages. Just breathe.”

“Oh,” JC sighs, “Oh god, oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” he whispers.

With a flick of Justin’s thumb, The piece of metal’s gone and JC’s kissing justin, gripping the covers, arching his back, screaming, coming, letting the whole world bleed out of focus until his ears are ringing, his body’s limp, and he’s almost dead.

JC needs no outside stimulation to come.

Justin smiles to himself, looking at JC lay there in pieces, in body parts bathed in come.

If Justin had a mission- not saying he did- it would be accomplished.