XOver, Kevin/JC/AJ - "Expertise."
God. It's finally done, I'm completely exhausted, and I have to work in 8 1/2 hours.
*faceplants*
Whore!JC. AU (JC's a whore, there's no such thing as *NSync)/not-AU (Backstreet's still Backstreet). Set in late 2000, possibly early 2001, definitely pre-rehab, post-Kevin getting married. Letterboys, Kevin/AJ, Kevin/JC, Kevin/JC/AJ. Doo dah, doo dah.
Yes. Bed. Now.
Expertise
There were a couple of girls standing in the elevator behind him, giggling. They were wearing clothes that had come straight from Rodeo Drive, and their parents were probably record executives or CEOs of Fortune 500 companies and worth more money than God Himself, but teenaged girls were teenaged girls.
JC turned his head and smiled at them, and they broke out into a fresh burst of giggles. It wasn't unkind, though, and he smiled a little bit more widely. He'd picked out his outfit carefully, the way he always did, tailoring his dress to the tastes of the person he was meeting. Maybe skin-tight frayed denim flares, a white button-down shirt, yellow-tinted sunglasses and flip-flops weren't quite up to the normal high standards of this hotel, but he had a feeling that the man he was meeting would approve, and, if nothing else, he'd made two new admirers in the elevator.
He looked up at the digital display over the door. Without the changing numbers, he'd never have known that the car was even moving. It stopped at the top floor and the doors slid open, noiselessly. JC waited as the two girls got out, and, after a second, he did, too, turning down the hallway in the opposite direction, well aware that the girls were watching him and still giggling. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, which explained why he was able to walk by the front desk and the head of the hotel's security with nothing more than a slight nod of the head. He'd never made any trouble in the past, and he didn't intend to start now.
The man who answered the door was enormous - at least six-foot-five, and about three hundred pounds of solid muscle. JC smiled at him, differently than he'd smiled at the girls, and lifted his arms automatically to be patted down. When he was deemed 'clean,' JC was handed an envelope thick with fifties. He glanced inside, then pocketed it without counting the bills, certain that the amount he'd been promised over the phone would be there. "He's in the back," the mountain of man said, jerking his head towards the suite's main room, before letting himself quietly out.
JC padded away from the door, flip-flops making only a soft slap on the lushly carpeted floor. The first bedroom he passed - probably the bodyguard's, JC guessed - was empty, and he walked down the hallway into the larger room, a combination living room, bedroom, and bar all in one. The curtains were open wide from one end of the room to the other, revealing the lights of the city at night, and JC's host was lounging on the couch, legs spread, drink in hand. JC stopped and stood there, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans so that the strategically worn denim would pull tight across his hips and groin, and waited.
The silent impasse lasted several moments. JC knew _he_ wasn't going to give first, and he didn't have to.
"You just going to stand there all night, or are you going to come in and say hello?"
JC stepped out of his flip-flops, crossed the room barefoot, and straddled his host's lap, lifting the drink out of his hand and finishing it off. It was mostly Jack Daniels with the slightest hint of Coke and some melted ice, but thankfully not much was left. He put the empty glass on the table behind the couch and smiled broadly. "Hi."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? Nice glasses."
"You like them?" JC asked, taking them off and putting them on his host, tilting his head a little to admire the effect. "They look good on you."
"Thanks. I guess you know what you're here for. Lance said you were one of the best."
"You know Lance?" JC asked, a little surprised.
"He's the one who recommended you. Didn't he tell you that?"
JC shook his head. He hadn't seen Lance in over a month, and didn't even think the other man liked him, at least not enough to recommend him for a job he could very well have taken himself. "Is he coming tonight, too?"
"You work together?"
"Sometimes." Once, actually, but JC didn't feel the need to add that. It had been a memorable encounter, intense and _very_ lucrative, but he wasn't entirely sure that it was something he wanted to do again. There was something about working with another pro that made him feel nervous, uncertain, and slightly out of control.
"No. Maybe if I'd known you worked together - but I didn't think Lance liked to share the spotlight."
JC laughed, softly. "I don't think he likes it. He does like the money it brings in, though."
"I know. I'm surprised he hasn't gone into business for himself, yet. I suppose I should ask you if you want a drink."
JC wrinkled his nose.
"It doesn't have to be Jack. Bar's over there. Help yourself to whatever."
JC lifted himself up off the couch and went to the bar. The guy didn't know it, but he'd passed the first test - no pawing at the first opportunity, even though JC had felt the stirrings of an erection when he rubbed against him. The guys who wanted to fuck as soon as he walked through the door were usually the most disappointing in bed, and although having a good time in bed was only an occasional bonus of the job, the lack of acuity also tended to extend to a scarcity when it came to tips.
There were several bottles of liquor on the surface of the bar, most of them still sealed, except for the bottle of JD which was low a couple of ounces and an opened bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. JC lifted the dripping bottle and poured himself a glass.
"Lance was right. You do have expensive taste."
"It's why I'm here," JC shrugged.
"I guess I don't have to ask if you know who I am."
"You're AJ McLean," JC said, sipping the champagne.
"And you're JC. No last name."
"Don't need one," JC shook his head. "Nobody ever asks for _my_ autograph."
"Lucky you," AJ said.
"Aww," JC said, looking around the room. "Sucks to be you, huh? I know _I'd_ hate to live like this all the time."
AJ laughed. "Right. Okay, then." He stood up and came over to the bar, picking up the bottle of Jack and mixing himself another drink, stirring it with his pinky finger. "Cheers."
"Cheers," JC said. "You know, I think you have a bit of an advantage over me."
"How so?"
"You seem to know all about me, but I don't even know why I'm here."
AJ raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, besides the obvious, they didn't tell me anything - about what you like, what you want. Not even how long I'm staying."
"You got the money?"
JC nodded.
"That was a downpayment. The rest - depends on how much I like you." AJ smiled. "Or, maybe, how much you like me."
"Based strictly on the size of that envelope, I'm prepared to like you a whole lot," JC said.
"That's good to know," AJ laughed. "There's definitely enough in there for you to at least fake it, even if you don't like me."
JC stiffened, out of reflex. "I never fake anything," he said, a little frostily. "But I believe in always giving the customer what he's paid for - within reason, of course."
"That's what Lance said."
"Lance has a big mouth," JC said, putting down his glass. He'd only taken a few sips of the wine, even though it was expensive and delicious. He wasn't being paid to get drunk, though, and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. "So," he said, pressing himself up against AJ's torso and draping his arms around his neck, "you never did tell me what you like."
"I like a lot of things."
"That's good to know," JC said, turning his head to one side. "That gives me a lot of possibilities to explore." He breathed gently over AJ's ear, and then swirled his tongue around the lobe, warming the cool silver piercings. "Did you like that?"
"Yeah." AJ put his own barely-touched drink on the bar and took JC's hand, leading him back over to the couch, where he sat and indicated that JC should straddle him again. This time, though, his hands rucked up the hem of JC's shirt and slid up his back, short nails dragging over his spine. JC writhed himself forward, his groin grinding into AJ's. "Damn, you're skinny."
"You're one to talk," JC chuckled, not taking offense. AJ leaned forward and kissed him, and JC opened his mouth. He never kissed first, because that was another test - not everyone kissed, and men who didn't were the ones who just wanted a suck and a fuck and for you to get out as soon as possible afterwards, before you'd even had a chance to shower. JC hated walking through hotel lobbies with the stink of someone else's sweat and come on his body. He'd always go home and scrub thoroughly in the shower, but he'd never been able to get to the point where he could ever bear to wear those same clothes again - they were always tainted, and he'd invariably have to throw them away.
AJ was unbuttoning JC's shirt, but he didn't push it off when it was opened all the way, peeling it back just far enough to reveal JC's torso, lips moving down from his mouth to his nipples. JC curved his body towards AJ's mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. AJ's hands were still wrapped around JC's back, and he kept leaning forward, until JC was lying on the floor.
The carpeting was nice - soft and thick and clean and it wouldn't be bad to fuck there, he was lying on his shirt but even so it wouldn't leave rugburn like some cheap Motel 6 orange polyester weave. JC lifted his knees, planting his feet flat on the floor and spreading his arms wide, watching AJ watch him. He licked his lips and bit down softly on the bottom one and AJ reached forward, unbuttoning JC's jeans and tugging them down and off. There was nothing underneath, so JC was nude from head to toe save his arms and the silver lion-head pendant on a thin cord around his neck.
"You're fucking gorgeous," AJ breathed, voice barely audible, and JC grinned again. He wasn't entirely sure that he was meant to hear that, which made the sentiment not quite as rote as it might have been coming from someone else. AJ kneeled in between JC's legs and JC wrapped them around AJ's waist, leaning up to meet the open-mouthed kiss AJ gave him, his fingers skillfully finding and undoing AJ's belt without looking. By the time AJ broke the kiss, JC had him half undressed, and was grinning wickedly at him.
"You just going to stand there all night," JC asked, "or are you going to come in and say hello?"
AJ shucked down his pants, fumbled briefly with a condom and lube that JC plucked from the pocket of his jeans, then planted his hands on either side of JC's biceps and thrust in. "Hello," he grunted, fully sheathed.
JC arched up, wrapping his hands around AJ's forearms, and clamped his body down tight. "Hi," he grinned, when AJ groaned out loud.
"Oh," AJ said, "we're playing like that, are we? Okay. I can play like that, too." He twisted JC's hands away from his forearms, clamped his wrists down on the floor, and fucked him - hard and fierce and strong, pushing into him with little concern about gentleness or care.
JC loved it. He pushed his hips up as hard as AJ fucked into him, letting the delicious friction on his prostate build his orgasm from a slow beat of desire into a steadily hammering rhythm, like the pounding of AJ's cock, like his own racing heart. He was beaded with sweat and gasping by the time AJ came and collapsed on top of him, fist grasping where JC's cock was trapped in between them and jerking it hard until he came, too.
"Fuck," AJ panted. "Fuck."
"Yes," JC said. "Absolutely. But only if you promise to do it just like that again."
AJ looked at him and laughed, delighted. "I love a man who enjoys his work."
"Then I am definitely your man," JC said, closing his eyes and letting himself feel the aftershocks that rippled through his body.
"I believe that." AJ bit at his collarbone. "You're a mess, though."
"Yeah," JC sighed. He hated being reminded of that part of it, the uncleanness of sex. He winced a tiny bit when AJ withdrew, sitting back on his haunches.
"I knew I should have asked for one of the rooms with a hot tub."
"They're really not that great at this place. If you want a good hot tub, you need to go to - " JC stopped when he realized that AJ was grinning at him. "What?"
"You should write a book. 'Best Places to Fuck in LA.'"
"That's my retirement plan. When I get old and ugly and fat and bald, I'll write my memoirs - and blackmail people like you into paying me not to publish them."
"Are you kidding me? I'm looking forward to being immortalized as a stud when _I'm_ old and fat and bald and ugly."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, too," JC said.
"I didn't hear any complaints."
"No," JC said, leaning forward into a light kiss. "You didn't." He bit and licked at AJ's mouth, and then wrinkled his nose. "I need a shower. Unless you want me to go, now."
"You'd need a shower even if I did want you to go, which I don't," AJ said. "Bathroom's over there," he added, pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room. "Use whatever you need. I think I'll order some room service. You hungry?"
"I could eat," JC said, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it on the pile with the rest of his clothes. He stood up and walked across the room, nude, leaving the bathroom door open as he started the shower.
As he expected, AJ took the wide-open door as an invitation, and joined JC in the shower a couple of minutes later, sliding the glass door open and stepping inside, pushing JC's soaped-up body against the cool, sweaty tiles and kissing him hard before ducking his head down under the warm spray of water.
JC sank down to his knees and put his hands on AJ's thighs, drinking in the small stream of clean water that dripped from the head of AJ's cock before taking the length of it into his mouth, moulding his lips to the exact shape of its thickness. He sucked gently, feeling it slowly grow and lengthen, dragging his teeth and tongue back and forth over the velvety-soft skin, unconcerned with the slightly cooling water and the relative discomfort of his position on the shower floor. All he wanted to do was blow AJ's mind, slowly and steadily, and he was prepared to stay there until the water felt like ice and his legs were in a permanent cramp if he had to.
Fortunately, it didn't take nearly that long. AJ held JC's shoulders in a near-vise grip when he came, legs shaking so hard that JC was worried he'd fall and knock himself out. He didn't, though, not with JC's hands on his hips to hold him steady. JC did have to turn around and shut off the water and say, when he heard the faint knocking at the door, "I think room service is here."
"My ears are ringing," AJ said, shaking his head like a wet dog. "That's all I can hear." The knocking continued, and he pushed himself away from the tile wall, opening up the shower door. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
JC chuckled to himself, standing up gingerly and trying to shake the circulation back into his legs. He was a little dismayed when he looked in the mirror and realized that his hair was soaking wet - now that he'd taken Lance's advice to change his look and had grown it out a little, it had developed a previously-hidden natural curl that frizzed into a near-afro unless he tamed it with a half-hour of blow-drying and a ton of goop. It looked like half the contents of a high-scale hair salon were spread across the black-marble vanity, but he didn't think he had the time to make use of them.
He was still rubbing a towel over his hair when AJ walked back into the bathroom and handed him his champagne glass, freshly topped up and bubbling.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" JC asked, sipping it. "I should warn you, I'm a pretty cheap date."
"I don't think you could be a cheap anything," AJ said. "But, no, I'm not. I'm going to ply you with food and wine, and then take you to bed."
"Oh," JC said. "And here I didn't think I was going to get to test out those sheets tonight." He hopped up on the vanity and leaned back on the marble, legs spread, toes sliding up AJ's thigh, lifting the damp towel that was slung low around his hips. "I thought maybe we were going to use every flat surface in the place _except_ the bed."
"Where the hell have you been all my life?" AJ asked, leaning in to bite JC's collarbone.
"Right here," JC laughed, taking another long swallow of wine. "You must not have been looking in the right places."
"Damn right." AJ plucked the glass out of JC's hand and finished off the last swallow, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff."
"Did the bubbles tickle your nose?" JC asked, grinning.
"Smartass," AJ retorted, lifting JC down from his perch. "Come on, before the food gets cold." He led him out into the 'living room' proper of the suite, and said, "I didn't know what you wanted - "
"So you just ordered one of everything?" JC asked, lifting covers off half-a-dozen chafing dishes. "Lobster, steak, lamb - ?"
"Then I thought maybe you were a vegetarian, so I had them throw in a couple of salads, too."
"I'd have thought you know by _now_ that I'm definitely a meat-eater," JC said.
AJ clutched his chest, staggering back. "One with a terrible sense of humour."
JC chuckled, picking up a can of whipped cream that was resting in a bowl of ice. "And this is for?"
"Dessert."
"I think they forgot to bring something to put it on."
"Nope," AJ said. "They didn't need to bring anything. You're already here."
"Oh. Now, who told you I know wonderful things to do with whipped cream?" JC asked, shaking the can up and squirting a tiny bit of fluffy cream on the tip of his finger, then carefully sucking it off.
"Call it a lucky guess."
"Too bad you didn't guess about the chocolate pudding, too."
"I could always call them back."
"Yes, you could."
He didn't, though, and they ate their way through the dishes, sampling a little of everything, and washing it down with more champagne for JC and Jack and Coke for AJ.
"You should stay through the weekend," AJ said, watching JC, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"I wish I could," JC said. "I've already got a date tomorrow, though, with one of my regulars, and she hates it when I cancel with less than 24 hours notice."
"You 'date' women, too?" AJ asked, surprised.
"I make an exception for her," JC said. "She helped me a lot when I first came to LA. She's the only woman I see, nowadays." He grinned. "Frankly, I prefer men. They're a lot less work."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, women always want someone who'll do all the work in bed. They want to be taken care of and made to feel special. Whereas with men, _they_ always want to do all the work. It's like they think I'm comparing them to all the other men I've been with, so they have to prove something to me, or themselves, or something."
AJ arched an eyebrow. "_Are_ you comparing them to all the other men you've been with?"
"Of course, silly," JC grinned, rubbing his fingers over the rim of his champagne glass.
"I'm not even going to ask," AJ said, shaking his head.
"I - have a couple of other nights open this week, though," JC said, hesitantly. He hated to feel like he was begging for a compliment, or for more work. He didn't _need_ to beg; he just hated to book himself up too far ahead, in case something interesting opened up at the last minute. LA was the land of unexpected opportunities, after all.
"That's good to know," AJ said. "I'd definitely like to see you again before we leave town."
JC smiled, relieved. "If I eat any more, I'm going to explode," he said, leaning back against the couch with his glass.
"Then by all means, eat some more."
"Funny," JC said, shaking his head. "Actually, I think I'm ready for dessert." He picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it again, and sat up, squirting a dollop of the icy-cold confection onto AJ's nipple, then licked it off. "Mmm, sweet."
"Fuck," AJ shivered, and JC wasn't entirely sure whether it was from the cold whipped cream or his warm tongue.
"Yes," JC said, crawling onto his lap. "It's been at least an hour and a half since we've done that. You're going to give me a bad reputation, or a complex."
"I'd hate to be responsible for either one," AJ said, and staggered to his feet with JC wrapped around him, still holding the can of whipped cream. "If I try to make it to the bed like this, we're both going to end up on the floor."
"And the down part of that would be - ?" JC grinned, but he untangled his legs from around AJ's waist. "I suppose putting you in the hospital would be a bad thing."
"I think it might be worth it, but I have to work tomorrow night."
JC smiled at the way he said it, like it was just another night shift at a factory or something, instead of a sold-out concert in front of thousands of people. "Maybe you should get some rest, then. You don't want to wear yourself out."
"No," AJ agreed. "I'd rather wear _you_ out."
"Oh, well, that's okay, then." JC crawled across the bed on his stomach, pulling the covers back until he was lying flat on the smooth, silky cream-coloured sheets, rubbing himself against them, burying his face in the sweet-smelling pillows. He glanced over his shoulder and found AJ watching him, an amused smile on his face.
"Are they as good as you remembered?"
"Better," JC said. "A little lonely, though." He didn't turn over, waiting to feel AJ crawl up over him, naked body rubbing over his skin, making him writhe in reaction.
"Is that better?" AJ asked, lips just behind JC's ear.
"Much. Maybe now you can think of something to do with this?" JC reached back, handing the whipped cream over to AJ, and then closed his eyes again.
The cold cream was a shock against his skin, the line tracing from the back of his neck down to the hollow of his lower back, but AJ's tongue licked a steady swathe, cleaning and warming him again. JC shivered appreciatively, especially when AJ's tongue delved even lower, licking him open.
There were more condoms on the bedside table, and lube - and, when JC peeked an eye open, the glint of a pair of silver handcuffs. He thought to himself that there was definitely a good reason that he'd been recommended for this job.
JC arched himself up, allowing AJ's tongue even more deeply into his body, until he was on his knees, arms spread out in front of him, body thrumming with renewed desire. He bit his lip and moaned deep in his throat, and AJ covered him again, molding his body to JC's, their fingers knit tightly together.
"You're like a wild animal," AJ said.
"Maybe I need to be restrained, then," JC suggested, eyes still closed. It was another minute before he felt the handcuffs encircle one wrist, and then the other, and then the tinny 'snick' of the metal as he was secured to the headboard.
"Now you're mine," AJ said. "Until I decide to let you go."
"If you expect me to start screaming for help, I can tell you right now that it isn't going to happen," JC said.
"Screaming, yes," AJ said. "For help, no." That said, he pushed his tongue deep inside JC's body again, eliciting not a scream but a gasp, as JC shifted his legs and settled into a more comfortable position, folded over double on his thighs. AJ stroked his thumbs over the arches of JC's feet, adding to the shivers that already wracked his body. AJ's tongue was turning JC into liquid inside, held together by the very tenuous layer of skin. He didn't stop probing until JC at last let out a shaky whimper. "I guess that's as close to a scream as I'm going to get," he said, kissing the curve of JC's lower back.
"Quitter," JC accused, voice audibly trembling, and AJ laughed.
"Maybe I'm tired of doing all the work," he said, smacking JC's ass lightly. "I think it's time for you to pamper me a little."
"Like this?" JC asked, rattling the handcuffs that were still attached to the headboard. "I'm not quite fully mobile, remember?"
"Sure," AJ said. "Here, just lift up." He had JC lift himself up on his knees, and crawled up underneath him, ending up on his back with JC, still cuffed, on top of him. "There. Nice and comfy."
"In a kinky universe," JC agreed. He straddled AJ's waist, trying to get his hips into a better position over AJ's groin, wholly unprepared when AJ turned his head and suddenly licked his exposed armpit. "Oh, fuck."
"Oh, don't tell me you're ticklish," AJ grinned. "That would not be a good thing for me to find out."
"Especially not with me handcuffed and at your mercy," JC agreed, swallowing hard. AJ licked his other armpit, more slowly, and rather than finding it ticklish, JC felt the sensation down to his toes. It was yet another erogenous zone that was too often ignored in favour of the obvious. He twisted his body, trying to encourage more licking, resting his forehead in the crook of AJ's neck. "I thought I was supposed to be doing some work, now."
"I changed my mind," AJ said, reaching down and pumping JC's cock with one fist. "I like you helpless and needy better, and unable to come unless I decide to let you." He squeezed JC's cock, holding it tight.
"Or unless I somehow persuade you to let me come," JC agreed. "Maybe by doing something like this," he added, biting into AJ's earlobe, sucking on his piercings, and rubbing his peaked, tight nipples against AJ's chest, stomach muscles flexing as he moved.
"You're very persuasive," AJ said.
"I can be," JC said, grabbing on to the headboard of the bed and pushing himself back and forth on top of AJ, forcing his cock to move in AJ's grasp - in effect, jerking himself off using the other man's hand for friction. AJ didn't stop him, letting his hand go slack, tight enough to hold him, but not to keep him from getting off. JC's hips pistoned back and forth as he orgasmed, sticky white come spilling down AJ's fingers and over his stomach. "If you let me go," JC panted, "I can clean that up for you."
"Maybe I'm not interested in cleanliness," AJ said, but he reached for the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them, rubbing the red marks where the metal had dug into JC's wrists.
"There's clean, and then there's clean," JC said, sliding down AJ's body and licking his chest and stomach, then sucking each of his fingers, laving them with his tongue until they were glistening with saliva. "It's next to godliness, after all."
"In the kinky universe."
"Of course," JC grinned, taking AJ's wet fingers and guiding them to the opening of his body. He shivered when AJ pushed them inside, twisting and scissoring him open. "You promised to fuck me."
"Did I?"
"Yes," JC said, laying down on his back on the bed, the backs of his hips lying on top of AJ's thighs, so that when AJ sat up, his legs were wrapped around AJ's waist. He dangled his hands over the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, feeling AJ lick his torso from navel to collarbone, spending long moments on his nipples and again on his armpits.
AJ fucked him slowly and deliberately this time, the urgency gone and replaced by a simple need for connection. When he reached for JC's cock, JC batted his hands away, not wanting this to be merely another race to orgasm. He lay there, languid and relaxed, content to simply experience the sensations that moved through his body until AJ dug his hands underneath JC's body and pulled him up, so that he was virtually sitting on AJ's lap.
JC draped his arms around AJ's shoulders, twisting bits of blond hair around his fingers, the fucking even deeper now that he was pushed down on AJ's cock. His cock started to throb as it rubbed tightly in between his stomach and AJ's, but he resisted the urge to fist himself again. AJ slowly leaned back, falling to his elbows and then flat on his back with JC on top of him, fingers knit together to keep JC upright. JC threw his head back and moved himself back and forth over AJ's cock, clenching and releasing his muscles like a fist until AJ orgasmed, thighs tight with corded muscle that strained upward. JC came still holding on to AJ's hands, his untouched cock pulsing up against his stomach, and then collapsed on top of him.
He was vaguely aware of AJ sliding out from underneath him half an hour later, kissing the back of his neck and lifting the sheets up over his prone body. "I'll be right back," AJ said, and JC grunted and fell back into a light doze.
It was broken into several minutes later by the sound of voices in the room. JC at first thought maybe the bodyguard had returned, but that was disproven by both the tone of the conversation and the sound of the other man's voice.
"This - _guy_ - is the 'important thing' that I had to come and see in the middle of the night?"
"Yeah," AJ said, and JC could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Isn't he great?"
"AJ - No, I'm not even going to ask. I don't know what's going on here, and I don't _want_ to know. All I want to do is go back to bed."
"Good," AJ said. "That's what I was hoping you'd want to do, only here. With us."
"AJ - "
"You think you can pretend - you thought you could just make up your mind to change and then do it, but you can't. Not with something like that. I've known you almost half my life, and if there's anything that I know about you, it's that this need is _inside_ you, and it doesn't matter what you do - or who you pretend to be - you can't change something that's inside you. You still want it."
"No."
"Yes. I can see it in you. It's been a long time. Too long, maybe."
"For a good _reason_, AJ."
"There's nobody here but you and me, Kev. And him. You're safe. You can let your hair down, so to speak, and pull the broomstick out of your ass for a couple of hours, and nobody but you and I will ever know. Or, you can turn around and leave, if you _really_ don't want it." There was silence for a few seconds, and then AJ said, "That's what I figured." JC felt the bed dip down, and then AJ was right next to him, breath tickling his ear. "Hi."
"Hi," JC smiled, turning himself over.
AJ kissed him on the mouth, tongue sweeping over his palate. "I brought a friend over. I don't suppose you'd be interested in having him join us for a while?"
JC looked over at Kevin, taking in the stance - defensive, taut and tense, with his hands clenched into fists at his sides - but he was still standing there despite his protests, and there was an unmistakable spark of hunger deep in his eyes. JC smiled at AJ. "Sure. It'll have to be extra, though."
"Of course. How's double what I promised sound?"
"That sounds just about perfect," JC said. He lifted his head into another kiss, and then broke it off, looking over again at Kevin, turning until the sheet slipped completely away from his naked body. Kevin was staring openly at him, taking in the bite-marks and the faint bruises that AJ had left on his pale skin, as well as the marks from the handcuffs, and there was definitely desire in his eyes.
"You heard the man, Kev," AJ said. "Even he thinks it'll be perfect." He sat up on the bed and stripped off his shirt, kicking out of the sweatpants he'd put on for the short trip down the hall to Kevin's room. "He's an expert. He should know."
"AJ," Kevin said, again, but it was a rote protest without any weight in it, merely to save face.
AJ didn't let him say anything else, reaching over and lifting the hem of Kevin's henley, dragging it up his body. JC watched as AJ stripped Kevin bare, revealing a body that was lean and muscular, heavier than either one of them, but without an ounce of excess. AJ bit one of Kevin's nipples and then JC heard him say, "I want to watch you fuck him."
"It isn't up to you," Kevin said.
"This is my show, my fantasy," AJ said. "He wants it, too. Don't you, JC?"
"Yeah," JC nodded, fascinated by the dynamic between the two men in front of him - AJ playing the temptor, Kevin the 'innocent.' Only it wasn't like that at all. If anything, AJ seemed the most tempted, and Kevin the most in control of everything that was going on.
"Kiss him," AJ said, and although JC wasn't entirely sure which of them he was addressing, he leaned over and kissed Kevin on the mouth, licking his tongue inside. "I fucked him twice already tonight," AJ continued, "so he's wet and open for you. Here, feel." He took Kevin's hand, and JC gasped when he felt two blunt-tipped fingers push inside him, twisting and scissoring him open.
AJ was the one who put the condom on Kevin's erection, and slathered him with lube, and guided him into position. JC _was_ wet, and open, AJ's earlier fucking having left him slightly sore, so when Kevin pushed inside - cock a little thicker and just a little longer than AJ's - it was a tight fit against his swollen opening. Fucking was now even more a matter of friction, the lube melting away quickly from their combined body heat.
Kevin's fucking was slow, careful, and controlled, like he was still trying to pretend to himself that he wasn't fully involved in what he was doing, not really. AJ seemed to realize that, though, and kept bringing him into it, by twisting his nipples, by keeping a running commentary of what Kevin was doing and how hot it was to watch, by touching and kissing him. JC kept watching them, reading the fleeting expressions that passed over Kevin's eyes.
Finally, JC leaned up on his elbows, fingers dancing lightly over the tattoo that was etched on Kevin's groin. "You know what he really wants, don't you?" JC asked, looking up at him. Kevin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't bite. "He wants you to pretend I'm him. He wishes I wasn't even here right now, but he can't tell you that, for some reason. Maybe he knows you too well."
Kevin turned his head to look at AJ, who was staring evenly back at him. JC was impressed by the fact that Kevin didn't miss a stroke, even when he put one hand around the back of AJ's head and pulled him close, kissing him hard on the mouth as he started to come inside JC, tongue and cock fucking in equal rhythm.
Kevin didn't stop kissing AJ even when JC pulled away from him, stripping away the used condom and discarding it. He helped Kevin push AJ down on his back on the bed, and the two of them took turns sucking AJ's cock, bringing him nearly, but not quite, to the edge of another climax. By that time, JC had fisted Kevin's cock erect.
Then it was his turn to watch as Kevin fucked AJ with a stark intimacy that was almost painful to behold, like it was a first for both of them, even though it so obviously wasn't. JC would have left them alone, but AJ held on to his wrist, keeping him right there, as if he needed someone to bear witness for him, to convince him that it was real and not just a long-desired wet-dream. Even Kevin seemed glad that JC was there, if only because AJ wanted it. JC was the one who kissed AJ when he came, breathing into his mouth to remind him to breathe.
Dawn was just breaking through the windows and Kevin was still asleep when JC awoke and slipped from the bed, swinging his legs over the side and pushing himself wearily to his feet just a little too fast. Luckily, AJ was right there to steady him, one hand on his wrist, the other at the small of his back.
"You okay?"
JC nodded. "Stood up too fast." He looked at Kevin, and jerked his head towards the couch, and AJ nodded and followed him out there. "As much as I enjoyed myself tonight, I really have to get going."
"That's too bad," AJ said, then grinned. "I'm glad you came."
"Me, too," JC laughed. "Do you mind if I use the shower again?"
"Go ahead. Do you want any breakfast? I could order some coffee."
"Coffee would be great, thanks."
JC showered - alone this time, and very quickly, just scrubbing himself clean and rinsing off. When he came out of the bathroom, clean and dry, the coffee was waiting and AJ was sitting on the couch, dressed in a robe with a steaming mug in his hands. He'd closed the curtains, blocking out the approaching morning sunlight. JC's clothes were piled neatly on the couch beside him, and JC picked up his jeans, sliding into them before he took the offered cup of coffee.
"Last night was incredible," AJ said, as JC drank his coffee. "I believe you when you say you don't fake it."
"On nights like this, I really don't have to," JC said. "I know I probably don't have to tell you this, but neither one of you has to worry about me saying anything - "
"I know," AJ nodded.
"It would be bad for business, for both of us," JC said. He finished his coffee and put his shirt on, buttoning it up and running his fingers through his wild, curly hair, then looked around for his shoes.
"I called you a cab," AJ said. "It'll be waiting downstairs. He'll take you wherever you want to go."
"Thank you." JC hesitated, unsure. "Do you still want me to come back?"
"Yes," AJ said. "Same time, day after tomorrow?"
JC nodded. "Okay. I'll be here." He stepped into his flip-flops, which were right where he'd left them.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep the rest of the week open, too. If that's possible, I mean."
JC smiled. "It's possible."
"Good." AJ held out another envelope to him. "For tonight."
JC took it and pocketed it, again without counting the money, and gave AJ another bruising kiss. "Go back to bed," he said. "You've got a busy night ahead of you."
JC was out in the hallway, halfway to the elevator, when AJ opened up the door and said, "You forgot your sunglasses," holding them out to JC.
JC reached out and put them on AJ, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ears. "Keep them," he said. "They look better on you, anyway."`
*faceplants*
Whore!JC. AU (JC's a whore, there's no such thing as *NSync)/not-AU (Backstreet's still Backstreet). Set in late 2000, possibly early 2001, definitely pre-rehab, post-Kevin getting married. Letterboys, Kevin/AJ, Kevin/JC, Kevin/JC/AJ. Doo dah, doo dah.
Yes. Bed. Now.
Expertise
There were a couple of girls standing in the elevator behind him, giggling. They were wearing clothes that had come straight from Rodeo Drive, and their parents were probably record executives or CEOs of Fortune 500 companies and worth more money than God Himself, but teenaged girls were teenaged girls.
JC turned his head and smiled at them, and they broke out into a fresh burst of giggles. It wasn't unkind, though, and he smiled a little bit more widely. He'd picked out his outfit carefully, the way he always did, tailoring his dress to the tastes of the person he was meeting. Maybe skin-tight frayed denim flares, a white button-down shirt, yellow-tinted sunglasses and flip-flops weren't quite up to the normal high standards of this hotel, but he had a feeling that the man he was meeting would approve, and, if nothing else, he'd made two new admirers in the elevator.
He looked up at the digital display over the door. Without the changing numbers, he'd never have known that the car was even moving. It stopped at the top floor and the doors slid open, noiselessly. JC waited as the two girls got out, and, after a second, he did, too, turning down the hallway in the opposite direction, well aware that the girls were watching him and still giggling. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, which explained why he was able to walk by the front desk and the head of the hotel's security with nothing more than a slight nod of the head. He'd never made any trouble in the past, and he didn't intend to start now.
The man who answered the door was enormous - at least six-foot-five, and about three hundred pounds of solid muscle. JC smiled at him, differently than he'd smiled at the girls, and lifted his arms automatically to be patted down. When he was deemed 'clean,' JC was handed an envelope thick with fifties. He glanced inside, then pocketed it without counting the bills, certain that the amount he'd been promised over the phone would be there. "He's in the back," the mountain of man said, jerking his head towards the suite's main room, before letting himself quietly out.
JC padded away from the door, flip-flops making only a soft slap on the lushly carpeted floor. The first bedroom he passed - probably the bodyguard's, JC guessed - was empty, and he walked down the hallway into the larger room, a combination living room, bedroom, and bar all in one. The curtains were open wide from one end of the room to the other, revealing the lights of the city at night, and JC's host was lounging on the couch, legs spread, drink in hand. JC stopped and stood there, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans so that the strategically worn denim would pull tight across his hips and groin, and waited.
The silent impasse lasted several moments. JC knew _he_ wasn't going to give first, and he didn't have to.
"You just going to stand there all night, or are you going to come in and say hello?"
JC stepped out of his flip-flops, crossed the room barefoot, and straddled his host's lap, lifting the drink out of his hand and finishing it off. It was mostly Jack Daniels with the slightest hint of Coke and some melted ice, but thankfully not much was left. He put the empty glass on the table behind the couch and smiled broadly. "Hi."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? Nice glasses."
"You like them?" JC asked, taking them off and putting them on his host, tilting his head a little to admire the effect. "They look good on you."
"Thanks. I guess you know what you're here for. Lance said you were one of the best."
"You know Lance?" JC asked, a little surprised.
"He's the one who recommended you. Didn't he tell you that?"
JC shook his head. He hadn't seen Lance in over a month, and didn't even think the other man liked him, at least not enough to recommend him for a job he could very well have taken himself. "Is he coming tonight, too?"
"You work together?"
"Sometimes." Once, actually, but JC didn't feel the need to add that. It had been a memorable encounter, intense and _very_ lucrative, but he wasn't entirely sure that it was something he wanted to do again. There was something about working with another pro that made him feel nervous, uncertain, and slightly out of control.
"No. Maybe if I'd known you worked together - but I didn't think Lance liked to share the spotlight."
JC laughed, softly. "I don't think he likes it. He does like the money it brings in, though."
"I know. I'm surprised he hasn't gone into business for himself, yet. I suppose I should ask you if you want a drink."
JC wrinkled his nose.
"It doesn't have to be Jack. Bar's over there. Help yourself to whatever."
JC lifted himself up off the couch and went to the bar. The guy didn't know it, but he'd passed the first test - no pawing at the first opportunity, even though JC had felt the stirrings of an erection when he rubbed against him. The guys who wanted to fuck as soon as he walked through the door were usually the most disappointing in bed, and although having a good time in bed was only an occasional bonus of the job, the lack of acuity also tended to extend to a scarcity when it came to tips.
There were several bottles of liquor on the surface of the bar, most of them still sealed, except for the bottle of JD which was low a couple of ounces and an opened bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. JC lifted the dripping bottle and poured himself a glass.
"Lance was right. You do have expensive taste."
"It's why I'm here," JC shrugged.
"I guess I don't have to ask if you know who I am."
"You're AJ McLean," JC said, sipping the champagne.
"And you're JC. No last name."
"Don't need one," JC shook his head. "Nobody ever asks for _my_ autograph."
"Lucky you," AJ said.
"Aww," JC said, looking around the room. "Sucks to be you, huh? I know _I'd_ hate to live like this all the time."
AJ laughed. "Right. Okay, then." He stood up and came over to the bar, picking up the bottle of Jack and mixing himself another drink, stirring it with his pinky finger. "Cheers."
"Cheers," JC said. "You know, I think you have a bit of an advantage over me."
"How so?"
"You seem to know all about me, but I don't even know why I'm here."
AJ raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, besides the obvious, they didn't tell me anything - about what you like, what you want. Not even how long I'm staying."
"You got the money?"
JC nodded.
"That was a downpayment. The rest - depends on how much I like you." AJ smiled. "Or, maybe, how much you like me."
"Based strictly on the size of that envelope, I'm prepared to like you a whole lot," JC said.
"That's good to know," AJ laughed. "There's definitely enough in there for you to at least fake it, even if you don't like me."
JC stiffened, out of reflex. "I never fake anything," he said, a little frostily. "But I believe in always giving the customer what he's paid for - within reason, of course."
"That's what Lance said."
"Lance has a big mouth," JC said, putting down his glass. He'd only taken a few sips of the wine, even though it was expensive and delicious. He wasn't being paid to get drunk, though, and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. "So," he said, pressing himself up against AJ's torso and draping his arms around his neck, "you never did tell me what you like."
"I like a lot of things."
"That's good to know," JC said, turning his head to one side. "That gives me a lot of possibilities to explore." He breathed gently over AJ's ear, and then swirled his tongue around the lobe, warming the cool silver piercings. "Did you like that?"
"Yeah." AJ put his own barely-touched drink on the bar and took JC's hand, leading him back over to the couch, where he sat and indicated that JC should straddle him again. This time, though, his hands rucked up the hem of JC's shirt and slid up his back, short nails dragging over his spine. JC writhed himself forward, his groin grinding into AJ's. "Damn, you're skinny."
"You're one to talk," JC chuckled, not taking offense. AJ leaned forward and kissed him, and JC opened his mouth. He never kissed first, because that was another test - not everyone kissed, and men who didn't were the ones who just wanted a suck and a fuck and for you to get out as soon as possible afterwards, before you'd even had a chance to shower. JC hated walking through hotel lobbies with the stink of someone else's sweat and come on his body. He'd always go home and scrub thoroughly in the shower, but he'd never been able to get to the point where he could ever bear to wear those same clothes again - they were always tainted, and he'd invariably have to throw them away.
AJ was unbuttoning JC's shirt, but he didn't push it off when it was opened all the way, peeling it back just far enough to reveal JC's torso, lips moving down from his mouth to his nipples. JC curved his body towards AJ's mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. AJ's hands were still wrapped around JC's back, and he kept leaning forward, until JC was lying on the floor.
The carpeting was nice - soft and thick and clean and it wouldn't be bad to fuck there, he was lying on his shirt but even so it wouldn't leave rugburn like some cheap Motel 6 orange polyester weave. JC lifted his knees, planting his feet flat on the floor and spreading his arms wide, watching AJ watch him. He licked his lips and bit down softly on the bottom one and AJ reached forward, unbuttoning JC's jeans and tugging them down and off. There was nothing underneath, so JC was nude from head to toe save his arms and the silver lion-head pendant on a thin cord around his neck.
"You're fucking gorgeous," AJ breathed, voice barely audible, and JC grinned again. He wasn't entirely sure that he was meant to hear that, which made the sentiment not quite as rote as it might have been coming from someone else. AJ kneeled in between JC's legs and JC wrapped them around AJ's waist, leaning up to meet the open-mouthed kiss AJ gave him, his fingers skillfully finding and undoing AJ's belt without looking. By the time AJ broke the kiss, JC had him half undressed, and was grinning wickedly at him.
"You just going to stand there all night," JC asked, "or are you going to come in and say hello?"
AJ shucked down his pants, fumbled briefly with a condom and lube that JC plucked from the pocket of his jeans, then planted his hands on either side of JC's biceps and thrust in. "Hello," he grunted, fully sheathed.
JC arched up, wrapping his hands around AJ's forearms, and clamped his body down tight. "Hi," he grinned, when AJ groaned out loud.
"Oh," AJ said, "we're playing like that, are we? Okay. I can play like that, too." He twisted JC's hands away from his forearms, clamped his wrists down on the floor, and fucked him - hard and fierce and strong, pushing into him with little concern about gentleness or care.
JC loved it. He pushed his hips up as hard as AJ fucked into him, letting the delicious friction on his prostate build his orgasm from a slow beat of desire into a steadily hammering rhythm, like the pounding of AJ's cock, like his own racing heart. He was beaded with sweat and gasping by the time AJ came and collapsed on top of him, fist grasping where JC's cock was trapped in between them and jerking it hard until he came, too.
"Fuck," AJ panted. "Fuck."
"Yes," JC said. "Absolutely. But only if you promise to do it just like that again."
AJ looked at him and laughed, delighted. "I love a man who enjoys his work."
"Then I am definitely your man," JC said, closing his eyes and letting himself feel the aftershocks that rippled through his body.
"I believe that." AJ bit at his collarbone. "You're a mess, though."
"Yeah," JC sighed. He hated being reminded of that part of it, the uncleanness of sex. He winced a tiny bit when AJ withdrew, sitting back on his haunches.
"I knew I should have asked for one of the rooms with a hot tub."
"They're really not that great at this place. If you want a good hot tub, you need to go to - " JC stopped when he realized that AJ was grinning at him. "What?"
"You should write a book. 'Best Places to Fuck in LA.'"
"That's my retirement plan. When I get old and ugly and fat and bald, I'll write my memoirs - and blackmail people like you into paying me not to publish them."
"Are you kidding me? I'm looking forward to being immortalized as a stud when _I'm_ old and fat and bald and ugly."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, too," JC said.
"I didn't hear any complaints."
"No," JC said, leaning forward into a light kiss. "You didn't." He bit and licked at AJ's mouth, and then wrinkled his nose. "I need a shower. Unless you want me to go, now."
"You'd need a shower even if I did want you to go, which I don't," AJ said. "Bathroom's over there," he added, pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room. "Use whatever you need. I think I'll order some room service. You hungry?"
"I could eat," JC said, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it on the pile with the rest of his clothes. He stood up and walked across the room, nude, leaving the bathroom door open as he started the shower.
As he expected, AJ took the wide-open door as an invitation, and joined JC in the shower a couple of minutes later, sliding the glass door open and stepping inside, pushing JC's soaped-up body against the cool, sweaty tiles and kissing him hard before ducking his head down under the warm spray of water.
JC sank down to his knees and put his hands on AJ's thighs, drinking in the small stream of clean water that dripped from the head of AJ's cock before taking the length of it into his mouth, moulding his lips to the exact shape of its thickness. He sucked gently, feeling it slowly grow and lengthen, dragging his teeth and tongue back and forth over the velvety-soft skin, unconcerned with the slightly cooling water and the relative discomfort of his position on the shower floor. All he wanted to do was blow AJ's mind, slowly and steadily, and he was prepared to stay there until the water felt like ice and his legs were in a permanent cramp if he had to.
Fortunately, it didn't take nearly that long. AJ held JC's shoulders in a near-vise grip when he came, legs shaking so hard that JC was worried he'd fall and knock himself out. He didn't, though, not with JC's hands on his hips to hold him steady. JC did have to turn around and shut off the water and say, when he heard the faint knocking at the door, "I think room service is here."
"My ears are ringing," AJ said, shaking his head like a wet dog. "That's all I can hear." The knocking continued, and he pushed himself away from the tile wall, opening up the shower door. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
JC chuckled to himself, standing up gingerly and trying to shake the circulation back into his legs. He was a little dismayed when he looked in the mirror and realized that his hair was soaking wet - now that he'd taken Lance's advice to change his look and had grown it out a little, it had developed a previously-hidden natural curl that frizzed into a near-afro unless he tamed it with a half-hour of blow-drying and a ton of goop. It looked like half the contents of a high-scale hair salon were spread across the black-marble vanity, but he didn't think he had the time to make use of them.
He was still rubbing a towel over his hair when AJ walked back into the bathroom and handed him his champagne glass, freshly topped up and bubbling.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" JC asked, sipping it. "I should warn you, I'm a pretty cheap date."
"I don't think you could be a cheap anything," AJ said. "But, no, I'm not. I'm going to ply you with food and wine, and then take you to bed."
"Oh," JC said. "And here I didn't think I was going to get to test out those sheets tonight." He hopped up on the vanity and leaned back on the marble, legs spread, toes sliding up AJ's thigh, lifting the damp towel that was slung low around his hips. "I thought maybe we were going to use every flat surface in the place _except_ the bed."
"Where the hell have you been all my life?" AJ asked, leaning in to bite JC's collarbone.
"Right here," JC laughed, taking another long swallow of wine. "You must not have been looking in the right places."
"Damn right." AJ plucked the glass out of JC's hand and finished off the last swallow, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff."
"Did the bubbles tickle your nose?" JC asked, grinning.
"Smartass," AJ retorted, lifting JC down from his perch. "Come on, before the food gets cold." He led him out into the 'living room' proper of the suite, and said, "I didn't know what you wanted - "
"So you just ordered one of everything?" JC asked, lifting covers off half-a-dozen chafing dishes. "Lobster, steak, lamb - ?"
"Then I thought maybe you were a vegetarian, so I had them throw in a couple of salads, too."
"I'd have thought you know by _now_ that I'm definitely a meat-eater," JC said.
AJ clutched his chest, staggering back. "One with a terrible sense of humour."
JC chuckled, picking up a can of whipped cream that was resting in a bowl of ice. "And this is for?"
"Dessert."
"I think they forgot to bring something to put it on."
"Nope," AJ said. "They didn't need to bring anything. You're already here."
"Oh. Now, who told you I know wonderful things to do with whipped cream?" JC asked, shaking the can up and squirting a tiny bit of fluffy cream on the tip of his finger, then carefully sucking it off.
"Call it a lucky guess."
"Too bad you didn't guess about the chocolate pudding, too."
"I could always call them back."
"Yes, you could."
He didn't, though, and they ate their way through the dishes, sampling a little of everything, and washing it down with more champagne for JC and Jack and Coke for AJ.
"You should stay through the weekend," AJ said, watching JC, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"I wish I could," JC said. "I've already got a date tomorrow, though, with one of my regulars, and she hates it when I cancel with less than 24 hours notice."
"You 'date' women, too?" AJ asked, surprised.
"I make an exception for her," JC said. "She helped me a lot when I first came to LA. She's the only woman I see, nowadays." He grinned. "Frankly, I prefer men. They're a lot less work."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, women always want someone who'll do all the work in bed. They want to be taken care of and made to feel special. Whereas with men, _they_ always want to do all the work. It's like they think I'm comparing them to all the other men I've been with, so they have to prove something to me, or themselves, or something."
AJ arched an eyebrow. "_Are_ you comparing them to all the other men you've been with?"
"Of course, silly," JC grinned, rubbing his fingers over the rim of his champagne glass.
"I'm not even going to ask," AJ said, shaking his head.
"I - have a couple of other nights open this week, though," JC said, hesitantly. He hated to feel like he was begging for a compliment, or for more work. He didn't _need_ to beg; he just hated to book himself up too far ahead, in case something interesting opened up at the last minute. LA was the land of unexpected opportunities, after all.
"That's good to know," AJ said. "I'd definitely like to see you again before we leave town."
JC smiled, relieved. "If I eat any more, I'm going to explode," he said, leaning back against the couch with his glass.
"Then by all means, eat some more."
"Funny," JC said, shaking his head. "Actually, I think I'm ready for dessert." He picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it again, and sat up, squirting a dollop of the icy-cold confection onto AJ's nipple, then licked it off. "Mmm, sweet."
"Fuck," AJ shivered, and JC wasn't entirely sure whether it was from the cold whipped cream or his warm tongue.
"Yes," JC said, crawling onto his lap. "It's been at least an hour and a half since we've done that. You're going to give me a bad reputation, or a complex."
"I'd hate to be responsible for either one," AJ said, and staggered to his feet with JC wrapped around him, still holding the can of whipped cream. "If I try to make it to the bed like this, we're both going to end up on the floor."
"And the down part of that would be - ?" JC grinned, but he untangled his legs from around AJ's waist. "I suppose putting you in the hospital would be a bad thing."
"I think it might be worth it, but I have to work tomorrow night."
JC smiled at the way he said it, like it was just another night shift at a factory or something, instead of a sold-out concert in front of thousands of people. "Maybe you should get some rest, then. You don't want to wear yourself out."
"No," AJ agreed. "I'd rather wear _you_ out."
"Oh, well, that's okay, then." JC crawled across the bed on his stomach, pulling the covers back until he was lying flat on the smooth, silky cream-coloured sheets, rubbing himself against them, burying his face in the sweet-smelling pillows. He glanced over his shoulder and found AJ watching him, an amused smile on his face.
"Are they as good as you remembered?"
"Better," JC said. "A little lonely, though." He didn't turn over, waiting to feel AJ crawl up over him, naked body rubbing over his skin, making him writhe in reaction.
"Is that better?" AJ asked, lips just behind JC's ear.
"Much. Maybe now you can think of something to do with this?" JC reached back, handing the whipped cream over to AJ, and then closed his eyes again.
The cold cream was a shock against his skin, the line tracing from the back of his neck down to the hollow of his lower back, but AJ's tongue licked a steady swathe, cleaning and warming him again. JC shivered appreciatively, especially when AJ's tongue delved even lower, licking him open.
There were more condoms on the bedside table, and lube - and, when JC peeked an eye open, the glint of a pair of silver handcuffs. He thought to himself that there was definitely a good reason that he'd been recommended for this job.
JC arched himself up, allowing AJ's tongue even more deeply into his body, until he was on his knees, arms spread out in front of him, body thrumming with renewed desire. He bit his lip and moaned deep in his throat, and AJ covered him again, molding his body to JC's, their fingers knit tightly together.
"You're like a wild animal," AJ said.
"Maybe I need to be restrained, then," JC suggested, eyes still closed. It was another minute before he felt the handcuffs encircle one wrist, and then the other, and then the tinny 'snick' of the metal as he was secured to the headboard.
"Now you're mine," AJ said. "Until I decide to let you go."
"If you expect me to start screaming for help, I can tell you right now that it isn't going to happen," JC said.
"Screaming, yes," AJ said. "For help, no." That said, he pushed his tongue deep inside JC's body again, eliciting not a scream but a gasp, as JC shifted his legs and settled into a more comfortable position, folded over double on his thighs. AJ stroked his thumbs over the arches of JC's feet, adding to the shivers that already wracked his body. AJ's tongue was turning JC into liquid inside, held together by the very tenuous layer of skin. He didn't stop probing until JC at last let out a shaky whimper. "I guess that's as close to a scream as I'm going to get," he said, kissing the curve of JC's lower back.
"Quitter," JC accused, voice audibly trembling, and AJ laughed.
"Maybe I'm tired of doing all the work," he said, smacking JC's ass lightly. "I think it's time for you to pamper me a little."
"Like this?" JC asked, rattling the handcuffs that were still attached to the headboard. "I'm not quite fully mobile, remember?"
"Sure," AJ said. "Here, just lift up." He had JC lift himself up on his knees, and crawled up underneath him, ending up on his back with JC, still cuffed, on top of him. "There. Nice and comfy."
"In a kinky universe," JC agreed. He straddled AJ's waist, trying to get his hips into a better position over AJ's groin, wholly unprepared when AJ turned his head and suddenly licked his exposed armpit. "Oh, fuck."
"Oh, don't tell me you're ticklish," AJ grinned. "That would not be a good thing for me to find out."
"Especially not with me handcuffed and at your mercy," JC agreed, swallowing hard. AJ licked his other armpit, more slowly, and rather than finding it ticklish, JC felt the sensation down to his toes. It was yet another erogenous zone that was too often ignored in favour of the obvious. He twisted his body, trying to encourage more licking, resting his forehead in the crook of AJ's neck. "I thought I was supposed to be doing some work, now."
"I changed my mind," AJ said, reaching down and pumping JC's cock with one fist. "I like you helpless and needy better, and unable to come unless I decide to let you." He squeezed JC's cock, holding it tight.
"Or unless I somehow persuade you to let me come," JC agreed. "Maybe by doing something like this," he added, biting into AJ's earlobe, sucking on his piercings, and rubbing his peaked, tight nipples against AJ's chest, stomach muscles flexing as he moved.
"You're very persuasive," AJ said.
"I can be," JC said, grabbing on to the headboard of the bed and pushing himself back and forth on top of AJ, forcing his cock to move in AJ's grasp - in effect, jerking himself off using the other man's hand for friction. AJ didn't stop him, letting his hand go slack, tight enough to hold him, but not to keep him from getting off. JC's hips pistoned back and forth as he orgasmed, sticky white come spilling down AJ's fingers and over his stomach. "If you let me go," JC panted, "I can clean that up for you."
"Maybe I'm not interested in cleanliness," AJ said, but he reached for the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them, rubbing the red marks where the metal had dug into JC's wrists.
"There's clean, and then there's clean," JC said, sliding down AJ's body and licking his chest and stomach, then sucking each of his fingers, laving them with his tongue until they were glistening with saliva. "It's next to godliness, after all."
"In the kinky universe."
"Of course," JC grinned, taking AJ's wet fingers and guiding them to the opening of his body. He shivered when AJ pushed them inside, twisting and scissoring him open. "You promised to fuck me."
"Did I?"
"Yes," JC said, laying down on his back on the bed, the backs of his hips lying on top of AJ's thighs, so that when AJ sat up, his legs were wrapped around AJ's waist. He dangled his hands over the edge of the bed and closed his eyes, feeling AJ lick his torso from navel to collarbone, spending long moments on his nipples and again on his armpits.
AJ fucked him slowly and deliberately this time, the urgency gone and replaced by a simple need for connection. When he reached for JC's cock, JC batted his hands away, not wanting this to be merely another race to orgasm. He lay there, languid and relaxed, content to simply experience the sensations that moved through his body until AJ dug his hands underneath JC's body and pulled him up, so that he was virtually sitting on AJ's lap.
JC draped his arms around AJ's shoulders, twisting bits of blond hair around his fingers, the fucking even deeper now that he was pushed down on AJ's cock. His cock started to throb as it rubbed tightly in between his stomach and AJ's, but he resisted the urge to fist himself again. AJ slowly leaned back, falling to his elbows and then flat on his back with JC on top of him, fingers knit together to keep JC upright. JC threw his head back and moved himself back and forth over AJ's cock, clenching and releasing his muscles like a fist until AJ orgasmed, thighs tight with corded muscle that strained upward. JC came still holding on to AJ's hands, his untouched cock pulsing up against his stomach, and then collapsed on top of him.
He was vaguely aware of AJ sliding out from underneath him half an hour later, kissing the back of his neck and lifting the sheets up over his prone body. "I'll be right back," AJ said, and JC grunted and fell back into a light doze.
It was broken into several minutes later by the sound of voices in the room. JC at first thought maybe the bodyguard had returned, but that was disproven by both the tone of the conversation and the sound of the other man's voice.
"This - _guy_ - is the 'important thing' that I had to come and see in the middle of the night?"
"Yeah," AJ said, and JC could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Isn't he great?"
"AJ - No, I'm not even going to ask. I don't know what's going on here, and I don't _want_ to know. All I want to do is go back to bed."
"Good," AJ said. "That's what I was hoping you'd want to do, only here. With us."
"AJ - "
"You think you can pretend - you thought you could just make up your mind to change and then do it, but you can't. Not with something like that. I've known you almost half my life, and if there's anything that I know about you, it's that this need is _inside_ you, and it doesn't matter what you do - or who you pretend to be - you can't change something that's inside you. You still want it."
"No."
"Yes. I can see it in you. It's been a long time. Too long, maybe."
"For a good _reason_, AJ."
"There's nobody here but you and me, Kev. And him. You're safe. You can let your hair down, so to speak, and pull the broomstick out of your ass for a couple of hours, and nobody but you and I will ever know. Or, you can turn around and leave, if you _really_ don't want it." There was silence for a few seconds, and then AJ said, "That's what I figured." JC felt the bed dip down, and then AJ was right next to him, breath tickling his ear. "Hi."
"Hi," JC smiled, turning himself over.
AJ kissed him on the mouth, tongue sweeping over his palate. "I brought a friend over. I don't suppose you'd be interested in having him join us for a while?"
JC looked over at Kevin, taking in the stance - defensive, taut and tense, with his hands clenched into fists at his sides - but he was still standing there despite his protests, and there was an unmistakable spark of hunger deep in his eyes. JC smiled at AJ. "Sure. It'll have to be extra, though."
"Of course. How's double what I promised sound?"
"That sounds just about perfect," JC said. He lifted his head into another kiss, and then broke it off, looking over again at Kevin, turning until the sheet slipped completely away from his naked body. Kevin was staring openly at him, taking in the bite-marks and the faint bruises that AJ had left on his pale skin, as well as the marks from the handcuffs, and there was definitely desire in his eyes.
"You heard the man, Kev," AJ said. "Even he thinks it'll be perfect." He sat up on the bed and stripped off his shirt, kicking out of the sweatpants he'd put on for the short trip down the hall to Kevin's room. "He's an expert. He should know."
"AJ," Kevin said, again, but it was a rote protest without any weight in it, merely to save face.
AJ didn't let him say anything else, reaching over and lifting the hem of Kevin's henley, dragging it up his body. JC watched as AJ stripped Kevin bare, revealing a body that was lean and muscular, heavier than either one of them, but without an ounce of excess. AJ bit one of Kevin's nipples and then JC heard him say, "I want to watch you fuck him."
"It isn't up to you," Kevin said.
"This is my show, my fantasy," AJ said. "He wants it, too. Don't you, JC?"
"Yeah," JC nodded, fascinated by the dynamic between the two men in front of him - AJ playing the temptor, Kevin the 'innocent.' Only it wasn't like that at all. If anything, AJ seemed the most tempted, and Kevin the most in control of everything that was going on.
"Kiss him," AJ said, and although JC wasn't entirely sure which of them he was addressing, he leaned over and kissed Kevin on the mouth, licking his tongue inside. "I fucked him twice already tonight," AJ continued, "so he's wet and open for you. Here, feel." He took Kevin's hand, and JC gasped when he felt two blunt-tipped fingers push inside him, twisting and scissoring him open.
AJ was the one who put the condom on Kevin's erection, and slathered him with lube, and guided him into position. JC _was_ wet, and open, AJ's earlier fucking having left him slightly sore, so when Kevin pushed inside - cock a little thicker and just a little longer than AJ's - it was a tight fit against his swollen opening. Fucking was now even more a matter of friction, the lube melting away quickly from their combined body heat.
Kevin's fucking was slow, careful, and controlled, like he was still trying to pretend to himself that he wasn't fully involved in what he was doing, not really. AJ seemed to realize that, though, and kept bringing him into it, by twisting his nipples, by keeping a running commentary of what Kevin was doing and how hot it was to watch, by touching and kissing him. JC kept watching them, reading the fleeting expressions that passed over Kevin's eyes.
Finally, JC leaned up on his elbows, fingers dancing lightly over the tattoo that was etched on Kevin's groin. "You know what he really wants, don't you?" JC asked, looking up at him. Kevin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't bite. "He wants you to pretend I'm him. He wishes I wasn't even here right now, but he can't tell you that, for some reason. Maybe he knows you too well."
Kevin turned his head to look at AJ, who was staring evenly back at him. JC was impressed by the fact that Kevin didn't miss a stroke, even when he put one hand around the back of AJ's head and pulled him close, kissing him hard on the mouth as he started to come inside JC, tongue and cock fucking in equal rhythm.
Kevin didn't stop kissing AJ even when JC pulled away from him, stripping away the used condom and discarding it. He helped Kevin push AJ down on his back on the bed, and the two of them took turns sucking AJ's cock, bringing him nearly, but not quite, to the edge of another climax. By that time, JC had fisted Kevin's cock erect.
Then it was his turn to watch as Kevin fucked AJ with a stark intimacy that was almost painful to behold, like it was a first for both of them, even though it so obviously wasn't. JC would have left them alone, but AJ held on to his wrist, keeping him right there, as if he needed someone to bear witness for him, to convince him that it was real and not just a long-desired wet-dream. Even Kevin seemed glad that JC was there, if only because AJ wanted it. JC was the one who kissed AJ when he came, breathing into his mouth to remind him to breathe.
Dawn was just breaking through the windows and Kevin was still asleep when JC awoke and slipped from the bed, swinging his legs over the side and pushing himself wearily to his feet just a little too fast. Luckily, AJ was right there to steady him, one hand on his wrist, the other at the small of his back.
"You okay?"
JC nodded. "Stood up too fast." He looked at Kevin, and jerked his head towards the couch, and AJ nodded and followed him out there. "As much as I enjoyed myself tonight, I really have to get going."
"That's too bad," AJ said, then grinned. "I'm glad you came."
"Me, too," JC laughed. "Do you mind if I use the shower again?"
"Go ahead. Do you want any breakfast? I could order some coffee."
"Coffee would be great, thanks."
JC showered - alone this time, and very quickly, just scrubbing himself clean and rinsing off. When he came out of the bathroom, clean and dry, the coffee was waiting and AJ was sitting on the couch, dressed in a robe with a steaming mug in his hands. He'd closed the curtains, blocking out the approaching morning sunlight. JC's clothes were piled neatly on the couch beside him, and JC picked up his jeans, sliding into them before he took the offered cup of coffee.
"Last night was incredible," AJ said, as JC drank his coffee. "I believe you when you say you don't fake it."
"On nights like this, I really don't have to," JC said. "I know I probably don't have to tell you this, but neither one of you has to worry about me saying anything - "
"I know," AJ nodded.
"It would be bad for business, for both of us," JC said. He finished his coffee and put his shirt on, buttoning it up and running his fingers through his wild, curly hair, then looked around for his shoes.
"I called you a cab," AJ said. "It'll be waiting downstairs. He'll take you wherever you want to go."
"Thank you." JC hesitated, unsure. "Do you still want me to come back?"
"Yes," AJ said. "Same time, day after tomorrow?"
JC nodded. "Okay. I'll be here." He stepped into his flip-flops, which were right where he'd left them.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep the rest of the week open, too. If that's possible, I mean."
JC smiled. "It's possible."
"Good." AJ held out another envelope to him. "For tonight."
JC took it and pocketed it, again without counting the money, and gave AJ another bruising kiss. "Go back to bed," he said. "You've got a busy night ahead of you."
JC was out in the hallway, halfway to the elevator, when AJ opened up the door and said, "You forgot your sunglasses," holding them out to JC.
JC reached out and put them on AJ, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ears. "Keep them," he said. "They look better on you, anyway."`