Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 22:48:48 -0700 (PDT) From: "Griffin, LD" Subject: it-happened-one-summer 1 This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of any of the celebrities mentioned. It Happened One Summer By: LD Griffin and Jess Rating: R to NC-17 Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com (LD's address) or XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address) Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The first chapter is written by LD, edited by Jess . Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it. Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you: Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror between the cracks. Carefully working out his curls with his index finger, he winked and posed with his chin and shoulders back, head slightly to the side. Releasing the pose, he leaned over and turned on the sink letting the cool water run over his warm hands, cleansing them of their nerves. "It's Friday night, Justin. Get it together. There are people to do, money to earn," he whispered to himself. Standing back up, he ran his slightly damp hands over his face then reached for a paper towel. The coarse material brushed harshly against his soft skin as he used the cloth for all that it was worth. Tossing it into the trash can, he smiled one last time into the mirror and then made his way back out to the bar at Navy. Nights like these came often. Classes at the local college were out today, and it seemed as if every student in the entire city of Providence was in here, drinking their last night at school away. Smoke rose up from the wooden tables that surrounded the large rectangular room as people stubbed and relit their cigarettes and an occasional joint between their drinks. He made his way over to an empty table that was set slightly off-kilter from the door. Placing his right foot upon the chair, he leaned up against the wall, crisscrossing his arms in front of his torso. Looking out into the sea of bodies, he smirked; his eyes catching the glint of the soft glowing ceiling lamps. 'Anytime now' he thought taking a deep breath as he slightly jutted out his crotch, looking for someone to catch his eye. A young woman, looking as if she had perhaps just finished her first year at Brown, approached him, her eyes slightly downcast. "Hi." "Uh, hi." "Um, are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before. I'm Joanne." "No, I'm not new." Justin smiled halfheartedly, and then turned away from her. "What are you doing all the way over here?" "Waiting for someone." "Oh. Well...I'm never this forward, but my girl friends dared me into it...Would you like a drink?" "No thanks, I've already got one." "Oh...uh, well okay. Nice talking to you." "Yeah." Justin watched her slowly walk away, and smirked again, he never did mind if people thought he was a jackass. A warm breeze fluttered over to where he stood as the door to the bar opened and shut once more. A dark haired man wandered in through it and settled himself down on a bar stool, and then ordered a drink with his back to the room. The bartender handed the man his drink, a martini on the rocks, then turned to the next customer. The man picked up the glass and twirled the liquid ever so gently inside it, watching the lime spin around the rim of the frosted glass. Taking a small sip from his drink, he turned his head ever so slightly in the direction of the door, the light from the lamps ghosting across his high-strung cheekbones, blue eyes sparkling in the dimly-lit room. Justin's synapses flared in that mere second as his attention was caught. Rotating his head in the bar's general direction, he visually scanned the man...noticing his slim frame, the narrow hips, the slender shoulders, and the uniquely casual dress. Unaware of the scrutiny, the man turned back around to the bar, setting the drink down on the counter as he hunched over, reaching for the nut bowl. Justin stood up slightly, readjusting himself, as he stared at the back of the man's head. "You know you want to, come on...look over here," Justin whispered into the air. The man turned his head back around and caught Justin's eye. Justin smiled brightly, and motioned for him to come. He looked around him, making sure that the guy signaling to him with his index finger was not looking for another person. Seeing that no one else was gazing in the same direction, he got up off of his barstool and made his way over to the curly-haired guy near the door. Justin stood up fully and spread his legs as he watched the man approach. Reaching up to his curls, he gave them one last gentle tug then ran his hand down across his chest to rest on his hip; his right index finger pointing against his pants, straight at his crotch. The man came to a stop in front of Justin, "Were you motioning for me?" "What if I was?" Justin asked as he watched the man's eyes drift down to settle on his groin. "I'd want to know why." A flicker of want transpired across his face. "The name's Q." "I'm JC." "Well, JC, if you were any tenser I'd be able to crack a walnut in your ass." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Right there, yes...give it to me harder, oh god Q..." JC moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, ass bouncing in the air. Justin plummeted his rock hard cock deep inside of JC, meeting each of JC's requests. After immediately leaving the bar, they had gone back to JC's apartment with few words exchanged. "Don't stop...harder, harder, harder." JC ground his dick into his hand as he jacked himself off; sweat dripped off his forehead and ran down the side of his face. Justin held himself up on his hands and knees as he banged in and out of JC doggy style. The bed creaked with their movements, the headboard slammed again and again against the wall. "Uh, uh, uh...deeper, go deeper Q, uhh...fuck me with all you've got." Justin could feel JC's ass clench and then release around his throbbing shaft and he could hear the urgency in JC's moan. Pulling out, he twisted himself ever so slightly, and then dug back in, smashing against JC's prostate. Doing it again, he thrust his hips up and reached around to help squeeze JC's cock. "Q...I'm...oh fuck...shit...oh god...here it comes...fuck..." JC spewed his semen onto the bed, grinding his ass back into Justin's pelvis. Justin tensed and came into the condom, his body tightening and then releasing with only as much as a exhalation of air from his pink, pouty lips. JC's knees gave out from under him, and he collapsed onto the sticky sheets. Justin followed suit for a moment before pulling out and standing up. Walking over to the pile of deserted clothes, he fished his skin-tight low rise jeans and black muscle shirt out of heap. JC sat up slowly, still trying to catch his breath, and watched Q shimmy into his jeans and wipe his forehead off with his wife-beater. "Q? Where you going?" "I charge one hundred bucks an hour, and I've been here since eleven. It's twelve thirty now. Cash only. And I don't take IOUs." "I only have a fifty." "Well, I'll give you a discount since you're a first time renter. But never again, you hear?" "Yeah." JC got up and went to his wallet, grabbing the money out and passing it to Justin who slipped it into his back pocket. "Thanks baby," he winked before walking past him to the front door. "Can I see you again?" JC asked as he watched Justin turn to flash him a smile. "Only if I see you." With that Justin opened the door and stepped out into the night, slamming the door shut behind him, he always had to leave them in fashion to consume their thoughts. JC turned to the window and watched as Justin made his way down the street and into the darkness.