XOver, Whore!JC, part three - "Strings."
I'm thinking, probably five parts to this, which means I'm more than halfway done. Yay.
Ow. Sequel to Trick.
Strings
Despite the fact that AJ had the night "off" and had insisted that they go out on the town to celebrate, the best part of JC's evening so far had been the blowjob he'd given AJ in the back of the car on the seemingly endless drive out to this club. They were in the middle of the "square states" working their way through the third leg of the tour, and despite the fact that AJ had called JC after a week out of LA and asked him to come along so he "didn't go completely fucking insane" on the bus, it was not quite the rockstar lifestyle that JC had been expecting.
He spent most of his time on AJ's bus or in his hotel room du jour, waiting - for the concerts/rehearsals/interviews to be over, for AJ to come back and need to wind down from the incredible performance rush. That was the best time, because AJ loved performing, and the high he felt was infectious, far preferable to most of the other sort of highs they experienced together. It usually took him hours to come down, although sometimes he crashed hard and had to seek other ways to maintain it, for longer and longer periods.
This "vacation" was the first time that JC had gone without steady work in four years, ever since he'd realized that his Hollywood dreams of hitting the big time just weren't going to pan out, and the talents he had to sell weren't going to lead him to the big time. Alone on the bus, or in the hotel room, he read voraciously - books, magazines, newspapers, anything he could get his hands on, watched movies, and sometimes even played cards with AJ's bodyguards, who were surprisingly accepting of his presence. Nobody on the tour questioned it - at least, not to his face - and he knew that part of that was because AJ maintained a relatively even keel while he was around. He worked and they fucked and partying was kept to a minimum, or done mostly in private.
Lance had been the only one to voice any objections to JC's "vacation."
"I give it two weeks before you come back," Lance said, watching JC pack.
"Maybe," JC shrugged. "If he gets tired of me."
"Oh, he's not going to get tired of you. You'll make sure of that. You're going to get tired of it, though - seeing the same face, night after night? It'll drive you nuts."
JC smiled. "I don't think so. I'm not you, Lance. Variety may be the spice of your life, but it isn't mine."
"You think he asked you to go with him because he wants you around, but I can tell you - sure, he may be lonely, but he wants your body, baby, and nothing else. He doesn't even _know_ you've got a mind, Jayce."
"I don't care," JC said. "I didn't expect to ever see him again, so I'm going to take what I can get, and be happy."
"How much is he paying you? I hope you got a good deal out of it, at least. Two weeks off is going to seriously dip into your bank account."
"Don't worry about me," JC said, zipping up his duffel bag. "I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, well," Lance said, flipping a quarter over to JC. "If he dumps you on the side of the road in the middle of nowheresville, USA, call me."
"Thanks," JC said, tucking the quarter in the back pocket of his jeans. "Do me a favour and don't rent out my room while I'm gone, okay?"
"I'm not making any promises," Lance said. "Some of us have to make a living the hard way."
It had been the room-service waiter at the hotel who tipped AJ off about this place - an "underground" club out in the middle of nowhere that catered to a specific clientele. To JC a strip club was a strip club - they were a dime a dozen in LA, no big deal at all - but finding one way out here in the middle of cornfields, AJ insisted, was something that had to be seen to be believed.
AJ invited Nick and Howie to come with, since Kevin and Brian both had their wives with them this week, but neither one of them were interested. Nick for obvious reasons, and Howie demurred, JC thought, just on principle.
"You don't know what you're gonna be missing," AJ said. "Corn-fed farm boys taking their clothes off? It'll be classic."
"It'll be depressing," Howie said. "Watching someone degrade themselves like that isn't my idea of a good time, AJ."
"That's why you only get laid once every six months, D," AJ said. "You're a snob."
"Maybe, but I've got standards, unlike some other people I could mention," Howie said, edging his way past JC and out the hotel room door. "Just come back tonight, okay? I don't want to have to go chasing after you tomorrow morning for our radio interview, and if you blow another one off - "
"I know, I know, Kevin will kill me," AJ said, lighting a cigarette. "I'll be there, don't worry." He slid his hand around JC's waist and rubbed over the curve of his ass. "You'll come with me tonight, right, baby?"
"Sure," JC said, smiling brightly. "It'll be fun."
"Damn skippy. Let's get dressed." He licked JC's neck and said, "I think we need a shower, first."
JC grinned, wrapping his arms around AJ's neck. "Is that just a polite way of telling me you think I'm dirty?"
"Oh, baby," AJ said, picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom. "If you weren't dirty, you wouldn't _be_ here."
JC hoped maybe he could turn the "shower" into an excuse to stay in for the night, but even though AJ didn't object to being pushed against the tile wall and sucked within an inch of his life, he was still too jazzed to agree to skip the club and go right to bed.
JC sat on the vanity in the bathroom, naked, and watched AJ dress.
"You're not distracting me, you know."
"Oh?" JC asked, sliding forward a little and spreading his legs. "How about now?" His hands were behind him, pressing damp palm-prints against the sweaty mirror.
AJ growled at him, but JC knew he'd won when AJ stepped forward, only half dressed, and let JC wrap his legs around his waist. They fucked fast and furious, rattling the vanity so hard that JC was almost afraid the fixture was going to go crashing down underneath them. When AJ fell back on the floor, JC still twined around him, he smacked him on the ass and said, "Get dressed. It'll be closed before we get there," and JC knew there was no point in arguing.
Still, the drive was a long one, and even though AJ half-heartedly objected that he was tired and "only human, after all, not a fucking Energizer bunny like you," JC slid down onto the floor in the back of the sedan and unzipped his pants, watching AJ's eyelids flutter shut as his body slowly went erect. He was good enough at what he did to make sure that AJ enjoyed himself, and that any pain was only of the most pleasurable sort.
He'd just gotten AJ tucked back into his pants when AJ spoke.
"When's your birthday?" AJ asked, suddenly.
"Um, August," JC said.
"Really? That's when Howie's birthday is, too. You know," AJ said, sliding his arms around JC's waist to pull him up onto his lap, and nuzzling the back of his still-damp hair, "I've been thinking about what I should get him this year, and I think I've finally come up with the perfect gift."
"Oh yeah?" JC asked. "What?"
"You."
"What?" JC asked, startled.
"You. It's been about a hundred years since Howie's gotten himself laid. If he keeps going on like this, it's gonna fall right off," AJ grinned. "I figure, one night with you will be enough to store him up for another year of celibacy."
JC forced himself to laugh. "Somehow I don't think I'm the sort of 'birthday gift' that Howie would be interested in getting."
"Oh, but you are, you'll be perfect," AJ said. "You can seduce him one night, when he's least expecting it - take him to bed and blow his mind, among other parts." AJ nuzzled his neck again, biting softly into the skin. "You can do that, right?"
"Sure," JC said, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feel of AJ's mouth on his neck.
It took them so long to get to the club - and it was in such an out-of-the-way place, a tiny little 'town' with about 2000 people in it - that AJ thought the waiter had been pulling his leg and sent them on a wild-goose chase. But finally they arrived at a very nondescript 'club' at the end of a country lane. Nobody so much as turned around to notice the newcomers - it was quiet, save for the tinny music that the stripper currently on stage was 'dancing' to. Privately, JC thought that Howie had summed up the club pretty accurately - it was a dive, with half a dozen barely-legal 'dancers' and an audience of the proverbial dirty old men in trenchcoats. The one saving grace was the cute, funny bartender who made quips and asides every time JC went up to get them more drinks.
"Where the hell are all the pretty corn-fed farmboys?" AJ asked, after yet another dazed eighteen-year-old left the stage after quickly and unenthusiastically removing his clothing.
"They're probably all at a 4-H meeting," Bob, AJ's bodyguard, said.
"Yeah, or busy fucking each other's brains out in the back of someone's barn," AJ grinned. "They should sell tickets to that, instead of this shit."
"You want to leave?" JC asked, hoping that they could get out of here soon. "It's almost last call, and they'll be closing up after that."
"Sure," AJ said. "Let me finish my drink and we'll go back to the hotel."
The club's PA system announced the night's "featured dancer," who got a smattering of applause before he even stepped out on stage. The club lights dimmed and a blue-tinted spot hit the centre stage, revealing a young man who was different from all of the other dancers in several ways that were immediately apparent. For one, he didn't look like he'd come straight from his eighteenth birthday party to the club, and for another, he was tall and lean but muscular, not thin and wan like the other dancers, with bright blue eyes that sparkled when he grinned - which he did frequently, like he realized that this was all just a great big joke - and a shock of short golden curls. When the music cued up and he started to dance - to "I Want Your Sex" - yet another difference emerged: he could _move_.
Instead of simply peeling off his clothes in a purely rote manner, he teased the meager crowd, flashing tantalizing bits of his well-tanned body but taking his time getting to the goods. He wasn't wearing anything fancy - a white shirt and button-fly jeans - but he worked them to maximum effort, peeling the shirt off slowly to reveal a tight six-pack and impressive pecs, along with an intricately-inked tattoo of a cross on one bicep. He unbuttoned his jeans one at a time, pausing in between to twine his large but fluid body around the stripper's pole that the other dancers had almost completely ignored. When he finally eased his jeans down over his hips, even JC was watching him intently. There was a bare five seconds at the end of the song where he stood there, nude, obviously proud of his body and with good reason.
And then the spotlight went off, and he was gone.
"Who the _fuck_ was that?" AJ asked, after a moment.
"Looks like you found your corn-fed farmboy," Bob said.
"Damn," AJ said, shaking his head. "I knew this night would pay off." He leaned over and said to JC, "Go in the back and see if he'll come over and have a drink."
"I'll go," Bob said.
"You do and you'll scare the hell out of him," AJ said. Bob was not exactly the bar's typical patron, being a six-foot, six-inch, three-hundred-fifty-pound black man. "Go on," he urged JC.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Flatter him. Offer to buy him a drink. Hell, offer to blow him if you have to, just get him over here."
JC stood up and went over to the hallway where he assumed the dancer's dressing room was located. Nobody tried to stop him as he walked through the curtain. The dancer had put on a pair of denim cutoffs and was sitting in front of a dressing table, wiping his face off on a towel. "Excuse me," JC said.
"Sorry, no autographs," the dancer said, grinning at his reflection in the mirror. "Feel free to throw money, though. Tips are shitty tonight."
JC chuckled. "Actually, I have a friend - he admired your act and was wondering if you'd be interested in coming out and having a drink with us?"
"Let me guess - he's sixty-five, married, fat, and someone's grandfather, right? Tell him thanks, but I'm not interested."
"Well," JC said, "just to let you know, he's not sixty-five, married, _or_ fat. And all he wants is to meet you, and I'm sure he'd be happy to pay you for your time. He's a very good tipper."
"He wants to pay me just to have a drink with him?" The dancer sighed, then smiled ruefully. "Oh, what the hell. Sure, why not? Maybe I can pick up some tips while I'm out here." He stood up, snagged a muscle shirt and put it on, then stretched out his arm towards the curtained 'door.' "Lead the way."
JC wound his way back through the tables in the small club. "AJ," he said, "this is - I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Justin," the dancer said, turning a chair around and sitting down. "Well, you're not sixty-five, anyway," he said, sizing up AJ quickly.
"No," AJ said, amused. "So, Justin, do you want a drink?"
"I hate the watered-down piss they serve in this place, but if you're buying, I'll have a beer."
"You are old enough, right?" AJ asked him, peering over the top of his glasses.
"Would I be in a place like this if I wasn't old enough to drink?" Justin asked, with a broad grin. "Although I don't know why anyone would _want_ to be caught dead in this place unless they had to be."
"Why are you here?"
"Because I have to be," Justin said, accepting the beer that Bob brought over, on the tray with the rest of their drinks. "Gotta pay the bills, right? And, besides, shaking my ass for a couple of hours a night pays a lot better than bagging groceries or shovelling out horseshit. You, on the other hand - all of you," he frowned. "Wait a minute - don't I know you from somewhere?"
AJ laughed. "You're right about these drinks. How about you come back to my hotel with me and my friends and I buy you a drink that's actually worth drinking?"
Justin raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm not entirely sure what sort of business you think I'm in, but I'm a dancer, not a - "
"I know what you are. I'm interested in seeing you dance some more, privately," AJ said, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. "That's all. Strictly hands-off."
"I don't know - "
"What if I give you five hundred dollars for one hour of your time?" AJ said, nodding over at Bob, who took out his billfold and peeled off five one-hundred dollar bills and lay them down on the table in front of Justin. JC was pretty sure that was more money than the kid saw in a _week_ in this place.
Stunned but trying hard not to show it, Justin licked his lips and then smiled. "Okay. Sure. What the hell?" He picked up the money. "I can really keep this? No strings?"
"It's your payment in advance," AJ said. He stood up and followed Bob out of the club and back into the car.
Justin chatted very animatedly in the car, asking AJ where he came from and where he was going. He figured out where he 'knew AJ from' after fifteen minutes, or so, and asked him questions about parties and other celebrities and what 'the business' was really like. AJ quietly deferred his questions back to Justin himself, getting the kid to talk about how shitty it was to grow up gay and pretty in the middle of nowhere.
They got back to the hotel and rode up the elevator, Justin looking something like a combination deer in headlights and low-rent porn star in his skimpy outfit. He forgot all about the looks in the lobby when they got to AJ's suite and went inside, though. Bob left them at the door to go to bed, reminding AJ that he'd be around at 9 the next morning to pick him up and take him to the radio station.
"You really want me to dance for you right here?" Justin asked, after JC had curled into the couch and AJ was at the bar, pouring drinks.
"Yeah," AJ said, and nodded over at the stereo system that was set up along one wall. "Go pick out some music. Whatever you want." He handed JC a glass of wine and sat down on the couch beside him.
"You've got quite a selection," Justin said, sifting through cds. "I haven't even heard of some of this stuff."
"Pick something you're comfortable with," AJ said. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy. I just want to watch you move. We both do, right, baby?" he asked, kissing JC on the lips.
JC nodded. "Sure."
"You ever do any dancing?" AJ asked him.
JC chuckled. "No, not professionally," he said, shaking his head.
"I bet you have one or two moves I haven't seen yet. You find anything?" AJ asked Justin.
"I think so," Justin said, loading cds into the machine and hitting a few buttons. "You mind if I, um, turn the lights down a little? It's a little bright in here."
"Knock yourself out."
Justin went and dimmed the lights, leaving on a small one over the bar and a sliver of light that came from the bedroom. The first song started up and Justin began to move, dancing hesitantly at first, but then with increasing unselfconsciousness as he closed his eyes and started to really feel the music that was playing.
JC put his head down on AJ's shoulder and watched the "show," tucking his hand underneath the hem of AJ's shirt, fascinated by the way that Justin moved. The music was just a cd of mostly unremarkable dance remixes, but that was probably the point - it provided a background counterpoint, a starting-point for Justin to make love to his body, which is exactly what he was doing, touching himself, writhing and twisting around, without actually removing any of the clothing that he was wearing. He hadn't even taken off his boots.
"You're good," AJ said, after the music switched over to another song.
Justin smiled, but didn't say anything. He took one of the bar stools and sat down, leaning back over it so that his body was curved over in a perfect arc. He thrust one long leg out and turned himself around, hands wrapped around himself, tongue peeking out between his cherry-red lips.
JC watched AJ unconsciously lick his own lips, mesmerized by the kid, and rubbed his hand up a little further under his shirt.
Justin danced for twenty minutes straight - proving he had stamina as well as raw talent. When the notes of the sixth song in a row faded out, he came over to the couch, straddled AJ's lap, and kissed him on the mouth, grinning cockily as he ground his hips against AJ's groin.
"I thought you were just a dancer," AJ said, one of his hands resting on Justin's thigh.
"That's when I thought you were just another gross old guy looking to cop an easy feel," Justin said. "But you're cool."
"It's good to know I passed inspection," AJ said, amused.
"You totally did," Justin nodded, and leaned in again, nuzzling AJ's throat.
"Nice ink," AJ said, tracing his fingers over the cross on Justin's arm and down the ankles that were leaning on the edge of the couch.
"You, too," Justin grinned.
"You got any more like that?"
"There's only one way I can think of to find out," Justin said, kissing him again.
AJ kissed back, for a moment, and then pulled away, turning his head to look at JC. "What do you think of him?" he asked Justin.
"He's cute," Justin said. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Not exactly," AJ said. "Why don't you kiss him?"
Justin didn't move at first, until AJ nudged him, and then he stretched his body over AJ's lap and rubbed his thumb over JC's mouth, before pressing his lips softly there. "Sweet," he said, licking his lips when he pulled away.
"He can be very sweet," AJ agreed. "I like it better when he isn't, though." He shifted Justin carefully off his lap and then leaned over to JC and devoured his mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside. When he pulled away, he breathed almost silently into JC's mouth, "I want to watch the two of you together."
JC looked at AJ, and then looked over AJ's shoulder at Justin, who was kneeling on the couch, watching the two of them. JC stood up and held a hand out to Justin, who took it. "Come on," he said, turning his back on the boy.
"What - ?" Justin started, but let the question fall away, unasked, when JC pulled him into the bedroom.
"You've done this before, right?" JC asked, and Justin nodded, mute, raising his arms when JC skinned the shirt away from his body, bending his head to lick Justin's nipples. He sat down on the edge of the bed with Justin's crotch at chin-level, and unbuttoned his cutoffs, pulling them down and taking Justin's not-entirely-soft cock into his mouth.
Justin arched back, thrusting himself into JC's mouth a little too far and much too fast, but it was nothing that JC wasn't used to, or couldn't handle. He put his hands on Justin's thighs, pressing his thumbs in sharply to push him back, thereby signalling to Justin that _he_ would set the rhythm. When Justin's cock was thoroughly wet, JC let it slip from his mouth, wrapping his hand around it and jerking the slick length of it firmly. Before Justin could protest, JC's tongue moved down, licking at his balls, and the noises coming out of Justin's mouth were something closer to a whimper.
Justin tangled his hands in JC's hair, and JC had to shake him off, tugging on his cock again and teeth scraping over his balls. Finally he just grabbed Justin and threw him down on the bed, bare-ass naked on his back, and then straddled him, stripping his own shirt off and tossing it away in the corner. Justin finally seemed to take the hint, and just watched JC, keeping his hands to himself, curled in tight fists at his sides.
JC bent over again and took Justin's cock in, peeling the hard curve of it away from Justin's stomach and running his tongue along the vein, which stood out in sharp relief from the silky smooth skin. Justin thrust up when JC deep-throated him, but JC was expecting that, and flexed his throat around the head. He let him go again, leaving Justin hard and panting as JC lifted his ass up off the bed.
Justin started moaning audibly when JC licked the crack of his ass, from his perineum all the to the hollow at the base of his spine. He reached for his cock, but JC batted his hand away, stripping out of his jeans and then lying across Justin's body to reach for the lube and a condom that were on the nightstand. Justin's eyes were huge and his mouth wet and swollen - from biting into it with his teeth, JC guess - but he didn't say anything, didn't protest or ask JC to stop.
He was tight - not virgin-tight, because JC was able to slide into him without the desperately clenching reflexes of a true virgin - but tight, nevertheless. JC leaned his head over and bit at his nipples while he waited for Justin's body to adjust to him, then planted his hands just inside Justin's arms and started to fuck him in earnest. Justin lifted his head up from the mattress but JC wouldn't kiss him again, pressing his closed mouth against Justin's collarbone or his nipples, licking the damp curve of his armpit, sliding his tongue down into his navel. Mostly he just fucked him, lifting Justin's thighs and spreading his legs even wider to get more deeply inside him, fucking him so hard that JC knew he'd be feeling it tomorrow and maybe even the day after. He wanted Justin to _feel_ it; all JC could feel was the burning of AJ's eyes on his back.
Justin came before JC did, his cock still untouched, pulsing and spitting sticky pools of come over his stomach and chest, eyes shut tight and a tiny bit of wetness leaking from underneath the lashes. JC kept fucking him until he came, too, the rhythmic clenching of Justin's muscles forcing the orgasm from him, and then he licked Justin's torso clean, still inside him. Justin shivered and mewled like a sated kitten, twisting his body around for JC, and ghosting a kiss over his lips before JC pulled away. Justin's eyes widened when JC started to fuck him again.
"Oh, god," Justin said, over and over again. His body was _shaking_, overly-sensitized and completely incapable of doing anything but lying there and taking whatever JC had to give him. He didn't even _think_ of touching himself, obviously unsure whether or not he could handle direct stimulation like that.
JC felt AJ's hands come around his back as the bed dipped down behind him. AJ was hard inside his pants, nipples tight and pressed up against JC's back, and he moved against him in the same rhythm that JC fucked Justin. When AJ wetted two of his fingers in JC's mouth and then shoved them inside his ass, JC came, head thrown back against AJ's neck, impaled on those fingers and with AJ's mouth on his.
AJ pulled JC back, turning him around and kissing him, pushing him down on the bed beside Justin, stripping away the well-used condom and then grinding against JC's body. JC lifted his legs up, twisting them around AJ's waist and kissing him deeply. He came again like that, come wetting the crotch of AJ's pants in spots, then closed his eyes and panted, hard, listening to the harsh rasp of his breath, _not_ listening to AJ kiss Justin on the bed beside him.
JC didn't open his eyes again until Justin got out of the bed and went to get dressed. Then he rolled over on his side, eyes open barely a slit, just enough to watch Justin step into his cutoffs and pull on his t-shirt.
"Bob will take you home," AJ said, handing him another few folded-up bills. "He's in the next room. Just knock on the door and tell him where you want to go."
Justin nodded. "Thanks," he said, rubbing his hand over his cross tattoo. "It was great meeting you. If you ever come around here again - "
"I hope if I ever do, you're long gone," AJ said. "You need something better than this place. Nobody around here is going to appreciate what you've got."
"Yeah," Justin nodded. "Thanks," he said, holding up the money, then walked away.
AJ climbed back into the bed. "You're so fucking sexy," he said, curling himself around JC's body and kissing his neck. "Watching the two of you together was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
JC pressed back against him. "Fuck me," he said, quietly, trailing his fingertips over AJ's thigh.
"Insatiable," AJ said, pushing JC flat on his stomach, spreading his legs, and thrusting inside. "Let me watch when you fuck Howie, okay? I know he won't want to, but you can convince him, I know you can. Nobody can possibly say no to you when you really want something. Plus, I'll double your rate, just like the last time."
JC closed his eyes, digging his hands into the sheets underneath him.
Ow. Sequel to Trick.
Strings
Despite the fact that AJ had the night "off" and had insisted that they go out on the town to celebrate, the best part of JC's evening so far had been the blowjob he'd given AJ in the back of the car on the seemingly endless drive out to this club. They were in the middle of the "square states" working their way through the third leg of the tour, and despite the fact that AJ had called JC after a week out of LA and asked him to come along so he "didn't go completely fucking insane" on the bus, it was not quite the rockstar lifestyle that JC had been expecting.
He spent most of his time on AJ's bus or in his hotel room du jour, waiting - for the concerts/rehearsals/interviews to be over, for AJ to come back and need to wind down from the incredible performance rush. That was the best time, because AJ loved performing, and the high he felt was infectious, far preferable to most of the other sort of highs they experienced together. It usually took him hours to come down, although sometimes he crashed hard and had to seek other ways to maintain it, for longer and longer periods.
This "vacation" was the first time that JC had gone without steady work in four years, ever since he'd realized that his Hollywood dreams of hitting the big time just weren't going to pan out, and the talents he had to sell weren't going to lead him to the big time. Alone on the bus, or in the hotel room, he read voraciously - books, magazines, newspapers, anything he could get his hands on, watched movies, and sometimes even played cards with AJ's bodyguards, who were surprisingly accepting of his presence. Nobody on the tour questioned it - at least, not to his face - and he knew that part of that was because AJ maintained a relatively even keel while he was around. He worked and they fucked and partying was kept to a minimum, or done mostly in private.
Lance had been the only one to voice any objections to JC's "vacation."
"I give it two weeks before you come back," Lance said, watching JC pack.
"Maybe," JC shrugged. "If he gets tired of me."
"Oh, he's not going to get tired of you. You'll make sure of that. You're going to get tired of it, though - seeing the same face, night after night? It'll drive you nuts."
JC smiled. "I don't think so. I'm not you, Lance. Variety may be the spice of your life, but it isn't mine."
"You think he asked you to go with him because he wants you around, but I can tell you - sure, he may be lonely, but he wants your body, baby, and nothing else. He doesn't even _know_ you've got a mind, Jayce."
"I don't care," JC said. "I didn't expect to ever see him again, so I'm going to take what I can get, and be happy."
"How much is he paying you? I hope you got a good deal out of it, at least. Two weeks off is going to seriously dip into your bank account."
"Don't worry about me," JC said, zipping up his duffel bag. "I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, well," Lance said, flipping a quarter over to JC. "If he dumps you on the side of the road in the middle of nowheresville, USA, call me."
"Thanks," JC said, tucking the quarter in the back pocket of his jeans. "Do me a favour and don't rent out my room while I'm gone, okay?"
"I'm not making any promises," Lance said. "Some of us have to make a living the hard way."
It had been the room-service waiter at the hotel who tipped AJ off about this place - an "underground" club out in the middle of nowhere that catered to a specific clientele. To JC a strip club was a strip club - they were a dime a dozen in LA, no big deal at all - but finding one way out here in the middle of cornfields, AJ insisted, was something that had to be seen to be believed.
AJ invited Nick and Howie to come with, since Kevin and Brian both had their wives with them this week, but neither one of them were interested. Nick for obvious reasons, and Howie demurred, JC thought, just on principle.
"You don't know what you're gonna be missing," AJ said. "Corn-fed farm boys taking their clothes off? It'll be classic."
"It'll be depressing," Howie said. "Watching someone degrade themselves like that isn't my idea of a good time, AJ."
"That's why you only get laid once every six months, D," AJ said. "You're a snob."
"Maybe, but I've got standards, unlike some other people I could mention," Howie said, edging his way past JC and out the hotel room door. "Just come back tonight, okay? I don't want to have to go chasing after you tomorrow morning for our radio interview, and if you blow another one off - "
"I know, I know, Kevin will kill me," AJ said, lighting a cigarette. "I'll be there, don't worry." He slid his hand around JC's waist and rubbed over the curve of his ass. "You'll come with me tonight, right, baby?"
"Sure," JC said, smiling brightly. "It'll be fun."
"Damn skippy. Let's get dressed." He licked JC's neck and said, "I think we need a shower, first."
JC grinned, wrapping his arms around AJ's neck. "Is that just a polite way of telling me you think I'm dirty?"
"Oh, baby," AJ said, picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom. "If you weren't dirty, you wouldn't _be_ here."
JC hoped maybe he could turn the "shower" into an excuse to stay in for the night, but even though AJ didn't object to being pushed against the tile wall and sucked within an inch of his life, he was still too jazzed to agree to skip the club and go right to bed.
JC sat on the vanity in the bathroom, naked, and watched AJ dress.
"You're not distracting me, you know."
"Oh?" JC asked, sliding forward a little and spreading his legs. "How about now?" His hands were behind him, pressing damp palm-prints against the sweaty mirror.
AJ growled at him, but JC knew he'd won when AJ stepped forward, only half dressed, and let JC wrap his legs around his waist. They fucked fast and furious, rattling the vanity so hard that JC was almost afraid the fixture was going to go crashing down underneath them. When AJ fell back on the floor, JC still twined around him, he smacked him on the ass and said, "Get dressed. It'll be closed before we get there," and JC knew there was no point in arguing.
Still, the drive was a long one, and even though AJ half-heartedly objected that he was tired and "only human, after all, not a fucking Energizer bunny like you," JC slid down onto the floor in the back of the sedan and unzipped his pants, watching AJ's eyelids flutter shut as his body slowly went erect. He was good enough at what he did to make sure that AJ enjoyed himself, and that any pain was only of the most pleasurable sort.
He'd just gotten AJ tucked back into his pants when AJ spoke.
"When's your birthday?" AJ asked, suddenly.
"Um, August," JC said.
"Really? That's when Howie's birthday is, too. You know," AJ said, sliding his arms around JC's waist to pull him up onto his lap, and nuzzling the back of his still-damp hair, "I've been thinking about what I should get him this year, and I think I've finally come up with the perfect gift."
"Oh yeah?" JC asked. "What?"
"You."
"What?" JC asked, startled.
"You. It's been about a hundred years since Howie's gotten himself laid. If he keeps going on like this, it's gonna fall right off," AJ grinned. "I figure, one night with you will be enough to store him up for another year of celibacy."
JC forced himself to laugh. "Somehow I don't think I'm the sort of 'birthday gift' that Howie would be interested in getting."
"Oh, but you are, you'll be perfect," AJ said. "You can seduce him one night, when he's least expecting it - take him to bed and blow his mind, among other parts." AJ nuzzled his neck again, biting softly into the skin. "You can do that, right?"
"Sure," JC said, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feel of AJ's mouth on his neck.
It took them so long to get to the club - and it was in such an out-of-the-way place, a tiny little 'town' with about 2000 people in it - that AJ thought the waiter had been pulling his leg and sent them on a wild-goose chase. But finally they arrived at a very nondescript 'club' at the end of a country lane. Nobody so much as turned around to notice the newcomers - it was quiet, save for the tinny music that the stripper currently on stage was 'dancing' to. Privately, JC thought that Howie had summed up the club pretty accurately - it was a dive, with half a dozen barely-legal 'dancers' and an audience of the proverbial dirty old men in trenchcoats. The one saving grace was the cute, funny bartender who made quips and asides every time JC went up to get them more drinks.
"Where the hell are all the pretty corn-fed farmboys?" AJ asked, after yet another dazed eighteen-year-old left the stage after quickly and unenthusiastically removing his clothing.
"They're probably all at a 4-H meeting," Bob, AJ's bodyguard, said.
"Yeah, or busy fucking each other's brains out in the back of someone's barn," AJ grinned. "They should sell tickets to that, instead of this shit."
"You want to leave?" JC asked, hoping that they could get out of here soon. "It's almost last call, and they'll be closing up after that."
"Sure," AJ said. "Let me finish my drink and we'll go back to the hotel."
The club's PA system announced the night's "featured dancer," who got a smattering of applause before he even stepped out on stage. The club lights dimmed and a blue-tinted spot hit the centre stage, revealing a young man who was different from all of the other dancers in several ways that were immediately apparent. For one, he didn't look like he'd come straight from his eighteenth birthday party to the club, and for another, he was tall and lean but muscular, not thin and wan like the other dancers, with bright blue eyes that sparkled when he grinned - which he did frequently, like he realized that this was all just a great big joke - and a shock of short golden curls. When the music cued up and he started to dance - to "I Want Your Sex" - yet another difference emerged: he could _move_.
Instead of simply peeling off his clothes in a purely rote manner, he teased the meager crowd, flashing tantalizing bits of his well-tanned body but taking his time getting to the goods. He wasn't wearing anything fancy - a white shirt and button-fly jeans - but he worked them to maximum effort, peeling the shirt off slowly to reveal a tight six-pack and impressive pecs, along with an intricately-inked tattoo of a cross on one bicep. He unbuttoned his jeans one at a time, pausing in between to twine his large but fluid body around the stripper's pole that the other dancers had almost completely ignored. When he finally eased his jeans down over his hips, even JC was watching him intently. There was a bare five seconds at the end of the song where he stood there, nude, obviously proud of his body and with good reason.
And then the spotlight went off, and he was gone.
"Who the _fuck_ was that?" AJ asked, after a moment.
"Looks like you found your corn-fed farmboy," Bob said.
"Damn," AJ said, shaking his head. "I knew this night would pay off." He leaned over and said to JC, "Go in the back and see if he'll come over and have a drink."
"I'll go," Bob said.
"You do and you'll scare the hell out of him," AJ said. Bob was not exactly the bar's typical patron, being a six-foot, six-inch, three-hundred-fifty-pound black man. "Go on," he urged JC.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Flatter him. Offer to buy him a drink. Hell, offer to blow him if you have to, just get him over here."
JC stood up and went over to the hallway where he assumed the dancer's dressing room was located. Nobody tried to stop him as he walked through the curtain. The dancer had put on a pair of denim cutoffs and was sitting in front of a dressing table, wiping his face off on a towel. "Excuse me," JC said.
"Sorry, no autographs," the dancer said, grinning at his reflection in the mirror. "Feel free to throw money, though. Tips are shitty tonight."
JC chuckled. "Actually, I have a friend - he admired your act and was wondering if you'd be interested in coming out and having a drink with us?"
"Let me guess - he's sixty-five, married, fat, and someone's grandfather, right? Tell him thanks, but I'm not interested."
"Well," JC said, "just to let you know, he's not sixty-five, married, _or_ fat. And all he wants is to meet you, and I'm sure he'd be happy to pay you for your time. He's a very good tipper."
"He wants to pay me just to have a drink with him?" The dancer sighed, then smiled ruefully. "Oh, what the hell. Sure, why not? Maybe I can pick up some tips while I'm out here." He stood up, snagged a muscle shirt and put it on, then stretched out his arm towards the curtained 'door.' "Lead the way."
JC wound his way back through the tables in the small club. "AJ," he said, "this is - I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Justin," the dancer said, turning a chair around and sitting down. "Well, you're not sixty-five, anyway," he said, sizing up AJ quickly.
"No," AJ said, amused. "So, Justin, do you want a drink?"
"I hate the watered-down piss they serve in this place, but if you're buying, I'll have a beer."
"You are old enough, right?" AJ asked him, peering over the top of his glasses.
"Would I be in a place like this if I wasn't old enough to drink?" Justin asked, with a broad grin. "Although I don't know why anyone would _want_ to be caught dead in this place unless they had to be."
"Why are you here?"
"Because I have to be," Justin said, accepting the beer that Bob brought over, on the tray with the rest of their drinks. "Gotta pay the bills, right? And, besides, shaking my ass for a couple of hours a night pays a lot better than bagging groceries or shovelling out horseshit. You, on the other hand - all of you," he frowned. "Wait a minute - don't I know you from somewhere?"
AJ laughed. "You're right about these drinks. How about you come back to my hotel with me and my friends and I buy you a drink that's actually worth drinking?"
Justin raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm not entirely sure what sort of business you think I'm in, but I'm a dancer, not a - "
"I know what you are. I'm interested in seeing you dance some more, privately," AJ said, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. "That's all. Strictly hands-off."
"I don't know - "
"What if I give you five hundred dollars for one hour of your time?" AJ said, nodding over at Bob, who took out his billfold and peeled off five one-hundred dollar bills and lay them down on the table in front of Justin. JC was pretty sure that was more money than the kid saw in a _week_ in this place.
Stunned but trying hard not to show it, Justin licked his lips and then smiled. "Okay. Sure. What the hell?" He picked up the money. "I can really keep this? No strings?"
"It's your payment in advance," AJ said. He stood up and followed Bob out of the club and back into the car.
Justin chatted very animatedly in the car, asking AJ where he came from and where he was going. He figured out where he 'knew AJ from' after fifteen minutes, or so, and asked him questions about parties and other celebrities and what 'the business' was really like. AJ quietly deferred his questions back to Justin himself, getting the kid to talk about how shitty it was to grow up gay and pretty in the middle of nowhere.
They got back to the hotel and rode up the elevator, Justin looking something like a combination deer in headlights and low-rent porn star in his skimpy outfit. He forgot all about the looks in the lobby when they got to AJ's suite and went inside, though. Bob left them at the door to go to bed, reminding AJ that he'd be around at 9 the next morning to pick him up and take him to the radio station.
"You really want me to dance for you right here?" Justin asked, after JC had curled into the couch and AJ was at the bar, pouring drinks.
"Yeah," AJ said, and nodded over at the stereo system that was set up along one wall. "Go pick out some music. Whatever you want." He handed JC a glass of wine and sat down on the couch beside him.
"You've got quite a selection," Justin said, sifting through cds. "I haven't even heard of some of this stuff."
"Pick something you're comfortable with," AJ said. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy. I just want to watch you move. We both do, right, baby?" he asked, kissing JC on the lips.
JC nodded. "Sure."
"You ever do any dancing?" AJ asked him.
JC chuckled. "No, not professionally," he said, shaking his head.
"I bet you have one or two moves I haven't seen yet. You find anything?" AJ asked Justin.
"I think so," Justin said, loading cds into the machine and hitting a few buttons. "You mind if I, um, turn the lights down a little? It's a little bright in here."
"Knock yourself out."
Justin went and dimmed the lights, leaving on a small one over the bar and a sliver of light that came from the bedroom. The first song started up and Justin began to move, dancing hesitantly at first, but then with increasing unselfconsciousness as he closed his eyes and started to really feel the music that was playing.
JC put his head down on AJ's shoulder and watched the "show," tucking his hand underneath the hem of AJ's shirt, fascinated by the way that Justin moved. The music was just a cd of mostly unremarkable dance remixes, but that was probably the point - it provided a background counterpoint, a starting-point for Justin to make love to his body, which is exactly what he was doing, touching himself, writhing and twisting around, without actually removing any of the clothing that he was wearing. He hadn't even taken off his boots.
"You're good," AJ said, after the music switched over to another song.
Justin smiled, but didn't say anything. He took one of the bar stools and sat down, leaning back over it so that his body was curved over in a perfect arc. He thrust one long leg out and turned himself around, hands wrapped around himself, tongue peeking out between his cherry-red lips.
JC watched AJ unconsciously lick his own lips, mesmerized by the kid, and rubbed his hand up a little further under his shirt.
Justin danced for twenty minutes straight - proving he had stamina as well as raw talent. When the notes of the sixth song in a row faded out, he came over to the couch, straddled AJ's lap, and kissed him on the mouth, grinning cockily as he ground his hips against AJ's groin.
"I thought you were just a dancer," AJ said, one of his hands resting on Justin's thigh.
"That's when I thought you were just another gross old guy looking to cop an easy feel," Justin said. "But you're cool."
"It's good to know I passed inspection," AJ said, amused.
"You totally did," Justin nodded, and leaned in again, nuzzling AJ's throat.
"Nice ink," AJ said, tracing his fingers over the cross on Justin's arm and down the ankles that were leaning on the edge of the couch.
"You, too," Justin grinned.
"You got any more like that?"
"There's only one way I can think of to find out," Justin said, kissing him again.
AJ kissed back, for a moment, and then pulled away, turning his head to look at JC. "What do you think of him?" he asked Justin.
"He's cute," Justin said. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"Not exactly," AJ said. "Why don't you kiss him?"
Justin didn't move at first, until AJ nudged him, and then he stretched his body over AJ's lap and rubbed his thumb over JC's mouth, before pressing his lips softly there. "Sweet," he said, licking his lips when he pulled away.
"He can be very sweet," AJ agreed. "I like it better when he isn't, though." He shifted Justin carefully off his lap and then leaned over to JC and devoured his mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside. When he pulled away, he breathed almost silently into JC's mouth, "I want to watch the two of you together."
JC looked at AJ, and then looked over AJ's shoulder at Justin, who was kneeling on the couch, watching the two of them. JC stood up and held a hand out to Justin, who took it. "Come on," he said, turning his back on the boy.
"What - ?" Justin started, but let the question fall away, unasked, when JC pulled him into the bedroom.
"You've done this before, right?" JC asked, and Justin nodded, mute, raising his arms when JC skinned the shirt away from his body, bending his head to lick Justin's nipples. He sat down on the edge of the bed with Justin's crotch at chin-level, and unbuttoned his cutoffs, pulling them down and taking Justin's not-entirely-soft cock into his mouth.
Justin arched back, thrusting himself into JC's mouth a little too far and much too fast, but it was nothing that JC wasn't used to, or couldn't handle. He put his hands on Justin's thighs, pressing his thumbs in sharply to push him back, thereby signalling to Justin that _he_ would set the rhythm. When Justin's cock was thoroughly wet, JC let it slip from his mouth, wrapping his hand around it and jerking the slick length of it firmly. Before Justin could protest, JC's tongue moved down, licking at his balls, and the noises coming out of Justin's mouth were something closer to a whimper.
Justin tangled his hands in JC's hair, and JC had to shake him off, tugging on his cock again and teeth scraping over his balls. Finally he just grabbed Justin and threw him down on the bed, bare-ass naked on his back, and then straddled him, stripping his own shirt off and tossing it away in the corner. Justin finally seemed to take the hint, and just watched JC, keeping his hands to himself, curled in tight fists at his sides.
JC bent over again and took Justin's cock in, peeling the hard curve of it away from Justin's stomach and running his tongue along the vein, which stood out in sharp relief from the silky smooth skin. Justin thrust up when JC deep-throated him, but JC was expecting that, and flexed his throat around the head. He let him go again, leaving Justin hard and panting as JC lifted his ass up off the bed.
Justin started moaning audibly when JC licked the crack of his ass, from his perineum all the to the hollow at the base of his spine. He reached for his cock, but JC batted his hand away, stripping out of his jeans and then lying across Justin's body to reach for the lube and a condom that were on the nightstand. Justin's eyes were huge and his mouth wet and swollen - from biting into it with his teeth, JC guess - but he didn't say anything, didn't protest or ask JC to stop.
He was tight - not virgin-tight, because JC was able to slide into him without the desperately clenching reflexes of a true virgin - but tight, nevertheless. JC leaned his head over and bit at his nipples while he waited for Justin's body to adjust to him, then planted his hands just inside Justin's arms and started to fuck him in earnest. Justin lifted his head up from the mattress but JC wouldn't kiss him again, pressing his closed mouth against Justin's collarbone or his nipples, licking the damp curve of his armpit, sliding his tongue down into his navel. Mostly he just fucked him, lifting Justin's thighs and spreading his legs even wider to get more deeply inside him, fucking him so hard that JC knew he'd be feeling it tomorrow and maybe even the day after. He wanted Justin to _feel_ it; all JC could feel was the burning of AJ's eyes on his back.
Justin came before JC did, his cock still untouched, pulsing and spitting sticky pools of come over his stomach and chest, eyes shut tight and a tiny bit of wetness leaking from underneath the lashes. JC kept fucking him until he came, too, the rhythmic clenching of Justin's muscles forcing the orgasm from him, and then he licked Justin's torso clean, still inside him. Justin shivered and mewled like a sated kitten, twisting his body around for JC, and ghosting a kiss over his lips before JC pulled away. Justin's eyes widened when JC started to fuck him again.
"Oh, god," Justin said, over and over again. His body was _shaking_, overly-sensitized and completely incapable of doing anything but lying there and taking whatever JC had to give him. He didn't even _think_ of touching himself, obviously unsure whether or not he could handle direct stimulation like that.
JC felt AJ's hands come around his back as the bed dipped down behind him. AJ was hard inside his pants, nipples tight and pressed up against JC's back, and he moved against him in the same rhythm that JC fucked Justin. When AJ wetted two of his fingers in JC's mouth and then shoved them inside his ass, JC came, head thrown back against AJ's neck, impaled on those fingers and with AJ's mouth on his.
AJ pulled JC back, turning him around and kissing him, pushing him down on the bed beside Justin, stripping away the well-used condom and then grinding against JC's body. JC lifted his legs up, twisting them around AJ's waist and kissing him deeply. He came again like that, come wetting the crotch of AJ's pants in spots, then closed his eyes and panted, hard, listening to the harsh rasp of his breath, _not_ listening to AJ kiss Justin on the bed beside him.
JC didn't open his eyes again until Justin got out of the bed and went to get dressed. Then he rolled over on his side, eyes open barely a slit, just enough to watch Justin step into his cutoffs and pull on his t-shirt.
"Bob will take you home," AJ said, handing him another few folded-up bills. "He's in the next room. Just knock on the door and tell him where you want to go."
Justin nodded. "Thanks," he said, rubbing his hand over his cross tattoo. "It was great meeting you. If you ever come around here again - "
"I hope if I ever do, you're long gone," AJ said. "You need something better than this place. Nobody around here is going to appreciate what you've got."
"Yeah," Justin nodded. "Thanks," he said, holding up the money, then walked away.
AJ climbed back into the bed. "You're so fucking sexy," he said, curling himself around JC's body and kissing his neck. "Watching the two of you together was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
JC pressed back against him. "Fuck me," he said, quietly, trailing his fingertips over AJ's thigh.
"Insatiable," AJ said, pushing JC flat on his stomach, spreading his legs, and thrusting inside. "Let me watch when you fuck Howie, okay? I know he won't want to, but you can convince him, I know you can. Nobody can possibly say no to you when you really want something. Plus, I'll double your rate, just like the last time."
JC closed his eyes, digging his hands into the sheets underneath him.