Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2001 12:29:25 -0500 From: Writer Boy Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 9 Obligatory warnings and disclaimers: 1) If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here. 2) I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction. Questions and commentary can be sent to "writerboy69@hotmail.com". I've been happy to hear from everyone who wrote to ask questions or say how much they liked this so far. This is my first attempt at this sort of writing, so the feedback is appreciated, and I'll keep answering all of you. And now, back to our story in progress. I felt like a deer tapped in headlights. I knew I should say something, but I just couldn't speak. My hair was hanging in my eyes, so Justin couldn't tell that I had seen him, but he'd have to have been looking at me to see it anyway, and he wasn't. Justin stopped walking toward us right at the point where light from our window hit him, and he stood there, half shadowed, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise, with his wide eyes fixed on Josh, who was still on his knees, busily working away at my cock with his mouth. Justin had a gym bag of some kind, which he must have left in the bubble earlier, in one hand, but his other hand was absently scratching at his stomach, in that way that guys have of just letting their hands roam over themselves when they're not thinking about it. Through my hair, I watched Justin watching us, and I started to feel turned on by it. If Justin was going to leave the room, the time for that was already past. Instead, like me, he seemed powerless to move. Josh pulled back, my wet cock sliding between his lips, and then it popped out of his mouth and smacked against my stomach, leaving a wet mark on my shirt. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it catch on the back of my neck and leaving my arms in my sleeves. Rising from his knees, Josh's hands slid up my back as he pressed my torso against him, his lips fastening around one of my nipples. I groaned his name, and used my hands to hold his head there as he attacked my nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, nipping at it with his teeth. He slid across my chest, leaving a wide trail of spit with his tongue, and attacked the other nipple with equal fervor. In the window, Justin stood frozen still, watching. His mouth was still open, his face still a mask of surprise. His eyes tracked Josh's every move across my body, and that absent- minded hand was still scratching at his stomach, although more slowly, and it had moved a little lower, toward his navel. Josh looked up from his attack on my nipples, his hands still roaming over my back, to see me staring down at him. "You like that?" he panted. "You know it," I answered. I felt Josh's goatee scrape over my abs as his face slid back down my torso. The feeling of the short, bristly hair scratching at my skin was almost as erotic as the feeling of his tongue suddenly washing over my balls. Josh pulled one of them into his mouth, folding his lips over it, and sucked for a second before letting it drop and going for the other one. I groaned his name again, and kept my hands locked on the back of his head. Through my hair, I saw Justin still watching us. His tongue, quick and pink, flicked out over his bottom lip, and that free hand was still, no longer scratching, just sitting on his abs, just above his waist. Josh slid his tongue back up my cock, lapping at it with long, wet strokes, much the same way I'd done to him earlier in the dressing room. He didn't take it back into his mouth, but just kept washing over it, licking and flicking. His lips were smooth, like silk, and his tongue was strong, and somehow soft but a little rough at the same time. Every couple of seconds, as he moved, his beard would brush against me, too, making me moan and tighten my hands on the back of his head. Josh had his hands on my thighs, rubbing the front and back of them, kneading and squeezing a little. In the window, Justin's hands slowly, slowly slid down his abs onto his package, but the look on his face hadn't changed. Unconsciously, his hand tugged at the cloth of his pants, as if adjusting. Washing his tongue over my shaft one more time, Josh finally rolled his lips back over my cockhead, tightening and flexing them as he slid down past the ridge and then onto my shaft. I moaned, gently easing my hips forward, pushing more of myself into him, and felt my cock sliding through the moist heat of his mouth. Josh's hands slid up onto my ass, squeezing and kneading there as well, as he swallowed me completely, his face pressed against me. In the window, Justin's hand, apparently completely without his notice to judge from the continuing frozen expression on his face, began to slowly rub at his crotch, tugging and pulling. That was it for me. Throwing my head back, I felt my whole body tense and jerk as I began to cum, hard, down Josh's throat. My hands were still on his head, and my arms tensed, locking, holding him in place as I shot and shot again into his waiting mouth. Josh moaned around my cock, his hands gripping almost painfully on my ass cheeks. My cock slid from his mouth with a wet pop as he stood, my hands still laced through his hair, and began to kiss me. My tongue invaded his mouth as I pulled him closer, tasting him and tasting myself, too, and then my hands finally dropped onto his shoulders as he continued kissing me, and I tried to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I saw that the bubble was dark again. Justin was gone. "Aren't you glad we didn't wait until we got home?" Josh asked, smiling. He dropped quickly to his knees again, and began to pull my boxers and pants back up. Staying down, he buttoned and zipped them, and then buckled my belt. One hand on his chin, stroking his little strip of goatee with my thumb, I tilted his head up. "That was amazing, Josh," I said, smiling. He grinned, basking in my praise. "I love you." He stood, and tugged my shirt back over my head, still grinning. Smoothing my hair with his hands, he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on my lips. "I love you, too," he said, grinning again. "Ready to go home now?" "Sure," I answered. We collected up my bags, and left the studio. I saw no evidence on the way out that Justin had been there, but really, what would he leave? A note? "Hi Guys, stopped by to watch the blowjob. Call me for lunch tomorrow." Somehow I didn't see that happening. The guard wished us a good night on our way out, but didn't say anything about Justin. Then again, why would he? As Josh said, he was used to the guys coming in at all hours. As we drove across town I was quiet, staring out the window and trying to figure out what all of this meant. I was sure Justin hadn't noticed me watching him, as his eyes had been fixed on Josh the entire time. Like wise, I knew Josh hadn't seen Justin, because Josh had been facing me the whole time. And why, exactly, had I not said anything? Shouldn't I have stopped Josh, or at least let him know we had an audience? I'd never had a voyeuristic side before, but watching Justin watch us had been kind of exciting. Should I say something to Josh now? Or should I say something to Justin? Should I wait until Justin said something to Josh? I didn't know what the hell I should do, or even who I should ask. As far as I knew, none of my friends had ever been in the position of having their closeted boyfriend's straight best friend watch them get a blowjob that apparently turned on all three parties involved. "Hey, you're awfully quiet," Josh said, reaching over to put my hand on the gearshift again. "I'm sorry," I said, smiling. "I guess I'm just tired from the plane ride and all." "Oh, Jack, I forgot what a long day it's been for you," he sighed. "I better get you home to bed." We finally pulled up at a large, vaguely Spanish Mission style apartment building, all tan adobe and red tile roofs, with palm trees whispering softly out front in the breeze. Josh thumbed a remote on the dashboard, and a gated driveway on the side swung open. He nudged the Jag inside next to Chris's Jeep, and we unloaded my suitcases. I followed Josh through a small archway, and into the tiled courtyard. There was a large pool in the center, surrounded by lounge chairs, a table with chairs, and potted palms, and one wall of the courtyard was taken up by a door to the laundry room, a smaller archway with a gate through which the street could be seen, and a door to the trash room. In the smaller archway I could also see mailboxes. The three remaining walls each had a door on the first floor, and a door above it on the second, set back behind the rail of a covered walkway. "You guys live in 'Melrose Place'?" I asked, looking around. "It looks like it, doesn't it?" Josh asked, laughing. "That's us up there in the middle, and Chris below us. This is where Jackie, the manager, lives, but you'll probably never see her. Up above her is Joey, and on the other side of us up there is Justin, and Brit when she's here. That last one is Lance's." "You own this place?" I asked, looking around. It wasn't seedy or anything like that, but I really expected them to live in big houses or something. "No, the record company rents it for us," Josh said, laughing again. "It's really nice, it's all furnished, and it gives us privacy." "I see that it gives Jackie a nice, smaller apartment," I observed, noticing that the archway to the parking area cut into her apartment. "I'm sure her cats don't mind," Josh snickered. I followed him up the curving spiral staircase to the second level, thinking that it must be a lot of fun moving furniture up that. Josh unlocked the door to his apartment, flicked on the lights, and I followed him inside. It was nice inside, if a little plain. The front room was a combination living and dining room, and the kitchen was in a little alcove. I could see the bathroom through one open door, but the other two were closed. "I have two bedrooms," Josh began, opening one of the doors. "But I set this one up as kind of my studio." Looking inside, I saw that there was a keyboard on a stand, some sound equipment that I couldn't identify, and a desk with a computer. The bed and dresser were kind of shoved off to the side, to make room for all the other stuff. "You can stay here if you want to," he began again. "Or you can stay in my room if you want to." "If you don't mind, I'd kind of like to stay with you," I said, smiling. "I was hoping you'd say that," Josh said, smiling back. I followed him to the other bedroom, which was the same size as the first but seemed larger somehow, because it was more open. Before Josh could say anything, we both heard the noises coming through the wall. Having lived on campus for all four years of college, I immediately recognized the sound of people having sex in the next room, the squeaking of a bed and the thump of a headboard against the wall. I looked at Josh, giggling, and saw that he was turning red. "We, um, we share that wall with Justin and Brit," he said, looking at the floor, trying to hold in his giggles too. "I have an idea," I said, setting down my bags and tugging my shirt off. "Why don't we give them a run for their money?" "You're kidding, right?" he asked, kicking off his shoes. "About wanting them to hear us through the wall, yes," I answered. "About wanting you to fuck me, right here, right now, no. Do you have a spare blanket?" "A couple in the closet," he answered. "You want to put them on the floor?" "God, no," I answered. We retrieved the blankets from the closet, and, pulling the bed out from the wall a little, draped them over the headboard, creating a cushion between the bed and the wall. "There," I said, shaking the bed a little to test it. The noise from next door continued throughout this entire process. Smirking, I walked over to Josh, and put my hands on his shoulders. "Now, where were we?" I asked, leaning in. "I think," Josh began, leaning in to kiss me again, "that we were about to spend some quality time together." I giggled. "Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" I asked, pulling his shirt over his head. "As good a name as any," Josh answered. We were both feeling kind of playful, our earlier adventures having taken a little of the edge off. "You want me to light some candles?" Josh asked, carefully removing my belt. I giggled again. "Why? Are there a few thousand hidden in the closet somewhere?" I asked, pulling off his belt. I slid my hand down the front of his pants, wrapping my fingers around his cock again. He wasn't fully hard, but was getting there. "What I really want, Joshua, is your cock, in my ass, right now. No candles, no massage, just a nice, long fuck." Josh put his hands on my chest and pushed, hard, grinning at me. I bounced onto the bed, noting humorously that the headboard only made a low, muffled thump against the wall. "I think I can handle that," he said, stepping out of his pants He peeled off his boxer briefs, struggling to pull them over his now hard cock, which jutted out from his pelvis, throbbing. Tossing them aside, he stood on one leg, storklike, to remove his sock, and then repeated it with the other leg. Still giggling, he approached the bed, dick bouncing in front of him. I was giggling right along with him, as he pulled off my socks, and then jerked my pants off without even unbuttoning them. Good thing they were a little big, or they might not have made it over my own steely prick. The noise from next door continued through all of this like a metronome, thump thump thump, squeak squeak squeak. I think it was adding to our overall giddy mood in an immature sort of way. We rolled around on the bed for a minute, wrestling, kissing, grinding against each other. I liked the feeling of Josh's smoothly muscled body sliding over mine, and I liked hearing him gasp and chuckle softly as my roaming hands tickled and tweaked. I had forgotten the feel of his chest against my tongue, and the smell of him, the fresh pleasant smell of his soap and cologne mixed with just the natural clean smell of Josh himself. I had also forgotten the feel of Josh's hands, silken and smooth but strong, firmly pressing and kneading and exploring every inch of my body. I had missed the feeling of his hair brushing against my skin as his head dipped and bobbed while his tongue did some exploring of its own, running over my muscles, or up my spine. "I missed you," Josh sighed, his hands on my chest as he kissed between my shoulder blades. "I missed you, too," I answered. I turned, and watched as Josh leaned over and opened the top drawer of the nightstand, fishing out lube and condoms. "I see you've learned to keep things close to the bed," I said, laughing again as Josh squirted some lubricant onto his fingers. "Yeah, I picked up some pointers on this trip I went on a couple weeks ago," Josh chuckled, going to work on my ass. He handed a condom to me. "Open, please?" "Aren't we the eager beaver?" I said, tearing it open. I handed it back, and felt him slide his knees between mine, pushing my legs open. "Beaver has absolutely nothing to do with this," he answered, tossing the tube aside. I felt him, slick and hard, between my asscheeks, and I tried to hold still to help him aim. "We never got around to trying this way in bed." "Yeah, but we did in the shower," I said, grunting a little as I felt his head push in. "This is different, though," Josh said, nibbling at my neck as he slid in. "That was standing up." "At least your comforter isn't going to give me rugburn," I sighed. Josh began to pump slowly in and out of me, easing back and forth, kissing my neck, nibbling my ears, and panting my name. "Josh, slide up the bed a little with me," I said, shifting a little. Slowly, to keep him inside, I lifted myself to my knees, sliding forward to wrap my hands around the top bar of the headboard on either side of the folded blankets. There was enough of a pad to keep my fingers from being smashed against the wall, and I felt Josh's hands fold over mine, pressing them to the headboard as he used it for leverage, pushing in harder and faster. He began to match his thrusts to the timing of the sounds still coming through the wall, but I was unsure of whether or not he was doing it consciously. With a grip and a rhythm, Josh settled in for a nice, long fuck, and I gave it right back to him, pushing against him every time he pressed forward. Josh was in prime physical shape, used to the continuous exercise of dancing for hours on end, but as a hobby long distance runner, I had enough endurance to go right along with him, making us a more or less perfect match. I writhed beneath Josh, impaled like a bug on a pin, feeling his chest slide over my shoulder blades, his nipples, hard and pointed, pushing into my back. His hands flexed over mine, our fingers intertwined on the bedspread. On the other side of the wall, I heard Justin pounding away at Britney, our beds hitting the wall together with solid thuds and thumps. I doubted that they could hear us over their own noise, but we could hear them, since we were already listening for it. "Let go," Josh panted into my ear. His hands, no longer gripping the bedframe, slid up my sweaty, heaving chest, sliding over my nipples and grabbing my shoulders as Josh reared up, pulling me up with him. He was now kneeling, squatting on his haunches, and I was resting on top of him, my legs on either side of his, held in place by his strong arms and his pistoning cock. On of his hands dropped down, quickly tweaking my nipple as it snaked over my abs, and his fingers wrapped around my cock. He began to jerk me, hard and fast, in time to his increasingly hard, quick thrusts. "Jack, Jack, Jack," he panted, whispering my name over and over with every thrust. "Do it, Josh, do it," I encouraged, close to the edge. Josh began to exhibit his tell-tale signs that he was close, those high pitched moans that I'd grown to love hearing. Unable to hold myself back any longer, between the sound of his satisfaction and the waves of pleasure rolling through me, I shot my load across the top of the bed, barking out his name. My convulsions against his slick torso set off a chain reaction, and Josh pinned me back against him as he pulsed into me. The two of us collapsed forward onto the bed, me being careful to roll us off to the side a little. I didn't want to land in cum, even if it was my own. Telling me softly that he loved me, Josh pulled out of me, and padded quickly across to the bathroom. As the toilet flushed, I crawled under the covers, peeling them down a little for him to slide in and spoon his back against me. I rained kisses down onto his shoulders as he purred contentedly. Behind us, the noise from Justin's bedroom finally stopped with a few finals smacks against the wall. "Jesus," Josh mumbled. "Thank God," I whispered, as we both giggled. "Are they always like that?" "Sometimes, but never for this long at once," he answered, snuggling back against me. "Somebody must have been pretty horny." I was willing to bet I knew who. Despite feeling completely drained by the long, long day, I was up first in the morning, because my body insisted it was much, much later than the clock said. The bedroom smelled faintly of sweat and sex, and Josh was curled peacefully on his side. A soft glow peeking around the shades made his smooth, soft skin appear to radiate, as if the light was somehow coming from inside, and I watched him thoughtfully for a moment before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Sliding on a pair of clean boxers from my suitcase, I tried to keep my noise to a minimum as I settled myself into one of the chairs in the living room with my book, propping my feet up on the ottoman. The chair was soft, and overstuffed, and I felt almost like it was hugging me as I lost myself in my novel for a while. Eventually I heard Josh stirring in the bedroom, and as soon as he was fully awake he peered out into the living room. "Good morning," I said quietly, waving from my chair. "Hi," he said, smiling. His expression was hard to read, but looked almost like relief. "You ok?" I asked, wondering if maybe he'd pulled a muscle last night or something. "Yeah, it's nothing," he said, walking across to the bathroom. "I just woke up in the bed, and, you know, never mind." I sighed, but I was willing to never mind if he was. "I was going to make coffee," I began, listening to him brush his teeth, "but I couldn't figure out how to operate the machine." I had actually stared at it blankly, not even certain of where to put the coffee in, but I wasn't about to admit that. "Don't worry about it," he said, turning on the shower. "I'm going to take a fast shower, and then I'll run out and get us some breakfast, ok?" "Are you sure?" I asked. "We could just make something here." "No we can't," he answered. "I didn't have time to go shopping." I laughed and went back to my book. When Josh was done in the shower, I took one, and he left for the store sometime while I was in there. Drying off, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt, not being really sure of what, if anything, we had planned for the day. I was looking through the drawers in the kitchen for an instruction booklet for the damned coffeemaker when I heard a knock at the door. Assuming Josh had forgotten his key, or had his hands full, I pulled it open without asking who it was, and discovered Chris on the doorstep. "Oh, Chris, hi!" I said quickly. "I heard the shower going, so I figured you were awake," he said. "Bad time?" "Oh, no, I just thought you were Josh," I said. "He's not here?" Chris asked. "He ran out to get us some breakfast," I said. "Oh, damn," Chris said, holding up a white paper bag. "I thought maybe I'd come up and have breakfast with you guys." "I'm sure he'll be back in a minute or two," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "You can come in if you want." For all I knew Chris came up for breakfast every morning. Who was I to turn him away? I took a quick look out around the courtyard, but didn't see Josh anywhere. Chris crossed over to the refrigerator, and opened it to put the bag inside. While he was doing that I realized that the bedroom door was open, and the bed unmade, so I quickly darted across the room to slam it shut, a little too loudly. Chris jerked his head up in surprise at the sound, his eyes wide beneath his spiky dark hair, as I tried to stand nonchalantly next to the door. "Bedroom's messy," I said, shrugging. "That one's JC's room," Chris said blandly. "And he's such a slob," I said, walking quickly over to the counter. "I wouldn't want you to think less of him." "No reason why I would, is there?" Chris asked. "Of course not. What a silly thing to say," I blurted, following it with brittle laughter. Chris chuckled dryly along with me. Oh, yeah, this was going well. And I'd been worried about Josh acting nervous? I wasn't going to pick up a daytime emmy with this performance, much less an academy award. "I'd offer you coffee, but I can't figure out how to operate the machine," I said. Yeah, that would make me look smart. "I told JC the machine was too much when he bought it," Chris said, shaking his head. He looked speculatively at the controls. "Are there beans in it?" "I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I couldn't figure out where they'd go. This is new, then?" "Yeah," Chris answered, staring at me. "He said he had to get a machine, because you were coming and you drink coffee in the morning. I tried to get him to get one of those little, you know, simple ones, but he had to get the biggest, fanciest machine. You know JC." "Yeah, I guess I do," I agreed. We looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. "Jack, I came up because I wanted to talk to you guys," Chris began. "Talk to us about what?" Josh asked, pushing the front door open. He had a bag in one hand, holding it by the rolled-down top, and was balancing two Starbucks cups in a little holder in the other. "Hey, let me get that," I said, taking the bag from him quickly. "Chris brought some breakfast stuff, too." I retrieved Chris's bag from the refrigerator as we all settled into the padded dinette chairs. "Chris? What did you want to talk to us about?" Josh asked, handing me my coffee. Chris sighed and looked at his hands. "I wanted to talk about you guys, actually," he said. Josh went white. "What about us?" I asked carefully. "About the two of you," Chris answered. "About the two of you, and what you're doing. I figured it out. I know about you." Josh dropped his coffee, spilling it across the table. *** That's it for now.