Typical, a “Slice of Life” set mid-“Living”
Copyright August 5, 2006 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: JC/Justin
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Notice: Just for fun, this slice has been set back in the “Living” timeline a bit, to enjoy Justin’s old curls.
“Mario Lopez,” Justin said.
“Really?” JC asked. “Mario?”
“Mario,” Justin said. JC had sprawled along the length of the sofa; Justin was on top of him, cheek resting on JC’s flat stomach while they watched a pop culture quiz show marathon. So far, Justin had been doing pretty damned well, he thought, although JC knew weird shit that even the contestants couldn’t guess.
“Cosmo Kramer,” JC said.
“Too easy,” Justin said. First planting a few kisses on JC’s stomach through the barrier of cotton, he tugged up JC’s T-shirt and dropped a few more kisses straight on JC’s taut skin. He loved the sexy little ridges of JC’s abs.
“Baby,” JC murmured, stroking his cheek. “Saint Olaf,” he announced.
Caressing JC’s abs, Justin narrowed his eyes at the screen, trying to remember the answer to the next question. “Heather Locklear?” he guessed.
“Yeah,” JC said. JC’s fingers
passed gently over his lips. “What did he say?”
“Pamela Anderson,” Justin said.
JC laughed.
Justin smiled. He loved it when JC laughed. As the show went to commercial, his attention wandered, and he stroked JC’s skin again, kissing down the line of JC’s treasure trail. JC’s loose sweatpants gave him easy access, and he cupped JC’s penis, kissing it gently, fondling JC’s balls.
“Justin,” JC murmured, fingering through his curls.
As the show returned, Justin continued to toy with JC’s dick. He played with it for a while, simply hanging out with it, enjoying its company. He loved JC’s dick. He loved absolutely every inch of JC, from crinkly blue eyes to pedicured toes, but several of his favorite inches were JC’s dick. It was as devoted to him as he was to it, and as he fondled it, it hardened in his hand, lengthening, thickening.
JC shifted a little, thighs spreading slightly. “Mr. Clean,” he said, caressing Justin’s neck, Justin’s jaw.
Justin couldn’t imagine sucking anyone else’s dick. He just couldn’t. JC made him hot and needy like no one else, and JC’s dick was so connected in his head to sex and ecstasy and hunger and love that he couldn’t really picture himself accepting anyone else’s dick in his mouth. “Janeane Garofalo.” Half of the point of getting on his knees was to make JC whisper his name all awed and sexy, and without that, why bother?
“The Peach Pit,” JC said.
He hadn’t started this planning to give JC head, but now JC was hard, and the sight of JC’s long, swollen erection made Justin’s mouth water. He kissed the shaft, licking up towards the head.
“Baby,” JC whispered, stroking his hair. “Oh, Justin.”
So soft here, so silky. Justin licked around the head, giving it soft little sucks. His own dick was twitching and stiffening in his shorts, and he pushed a hand down there, giving himself a quick squeeze.
“Are you hard, baby?” JC whispered, tugging gently on the hair curling at his nape, making him shiver. “Can I make you feel good, Justin?”
God, he couldn’t take it when JC talked like that; it made him ache for what he knew JC had to give. But he hadn’t intended to start anything that real, he just wanted to get JC off a little. “Later,” he said, rubbing the silky-smooth head of JC’s dick against his lips, licking up a little bead of precum. Mmm, such an addictive taste, it made him start to drool. Swallowing, he said, “R.E.M.,” and licked the head again.
“Justin,” JC whispered, like he ached.
Hearing JC sound like that made Justin want him more, made Justin ache, too. Jacking himself slowly, moaning a little, he sucked softly. While his tongue rubbed just beneath the head of JC’s dick, his thumb found the same spot on his own dick.
“Oh, baby, please,” JC moaned, fingers dragging through his curls. “Your mouth, Justin, baby, please.”
Taking more into his mouth, swallowing until the head nudged the back of his throat, Justin slid off and went down again. Unable to keep from making hungry little sex noises as he swallowed, he pumped his own dick faster. JC was starting to breathe too shallow and too fast, whispering his name shakily and shifting in tense agitation. Not wanting JC to come yet, Justin backed off to the head, kissing it and giving it a few sweet licks.
“Oh, Justin,” JC groaned, and he started coming, right then and there, shuddering with it, the first few spurts splattering across Justin’s lips before Justin fitted his mouth around the head and sucked out the rest. Moaning, JC got a few more shots down Justin’s throat.
Licking JC’s dick clean, Justin raised his head, dragging his hand across his mouth to wipe off JC’s cum. “You weren’t supposed to do that yet.”
“Sorry, baby,” JC whispered, looking apologetic, thumb stroking the corner of his mouth. “You just looked so beautiful, and I love the way you treat me, baby, I love being your candy.”
He couldn’t really object to the fact that he turned JC on. Kissing JC’s fingers as JC caressed his lips, he dug his nails into his thigh in a vain attempt to combat the throbbing of his erection.
“Sean Astin,” JC said absently. “Baby, come here, let me help you.”
He was rock-hard and sweating, he could still taste JC’s cum, and he knew that JC wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He couldn’t think of a reason to say no, anyway. But, “Shouldn’t we-”
“We’ll be quiet,” JC promised.
“JC,” Justin whispered, “I don’t know how to be quiet.”
JC smiled. “That’s why I love you, baby.”
“…psychiatrist brother in this NBC sitcom set in Seattle,” the announcer said.
“Niles Crane,” Lance said.
Yawning, Chris opened his eyes, sitting up in the darkened room. “What’d I miss?”
“Not much,” Lance said, offering him a bowl of popcorn.
Accepting the bowl, Chris paused with his hand in mid-air. JC and Justin were on the sofa. Asleep. On top of each other. Half-naked by the light of the flickering TV screen. “I slept through that?”
“They made a deliberate effort to be quiet,” Lance said. “They were trying so hard, I didn’t have the heart to tell them I was still awake.”
Chris stopped staring at Justin’s bare ass long enough to stare at Lance’s calm profile.
“Ewoks,” Lance said. Glancing at Chris, he asked, “If you’re not going to eat that, can I have it back?”