As far as good years went, he’d rate this one in the top five. No, make that the top three. They’d all managed to survive the nightmare lawsuit. He tried not to be too bitter about it. Yes, they’d gotten screwed, but if it weren’t for Lou, they wouldn’t be where they were right now, on top of the world, literally.
They’d gone into the studio, written and recorded a record breaking-chart topping album and spent three gloriously insane months on the road touring for their fans, for themselves. Yes, this was definitely in the top three of his best years ever. And, as far as he was concerned, the only place they could go from here was up. Life was good.
The tour had barely ended a week ago and to tell the truth, he was still flying high from it. The non-stop rush of adrenaline from performing, hearing nothing but the roar of the crowd hours after the show had ended. Being so bone weary tired that all you wanted to do was sleep where you were standing only not able to because you were still hyped from the performance.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he was kinda lonely too. That was to be expected though. You got so used to living on top of one another in the cramped confines of the tour bus that it took some time to get used to the vast amount of space in your own home.
As soon as the tour ended, everyone had gone their separate ways for a few days, mostly to unwind and regroup, only to hook up again earlier today to celebrate his 24th birthday. After much joking about getting old, tons of food and well wishes from friends and family members, the size of the party had shrunk down to the guys and a handful of people from the tour and the ever present gaggle of girls that followed Joey around everywhere he went.
JC was having a great night. He’d kept the drinking down to a minimum during the early hours of the party, but now that it was just him and the guys, he was in full blown party mode. It wasn’t quite midnight yet and he was already half-past drunk, making his way towards complete obliteration. Yes, he was having a good time, a very good time.
Making his way from one person to the next, arm slung over a shoulder as he draped himself over anyone that would stand still long enough. Wet sloppy drunken kisses to cheeks and foreheads as he proclaimed his love for whoever he happened to be hanging on. The guys all took it in stride. JC was clingy and affectionate on an average day, and a happy drunk JC tended to crawl into your lap and snuggle up close until something else caught his eye and he was off again. JC was always a happy drunk.
And, when JC got drunk, he got hard. Not obscenely hard, but enough so that you could tell if you looked. He didn’t know why it happened, but it did. The guys were used to it and ignored it, mostly, depending on how drunk they were when it happened. He’d gotten over his initial embarrassment a long time ago. The only time it ever caused a problem was when he had to go to the bathroom or when he spent too much time around Justin.
Not that spending too much time around Justin was ever a problem… except when he was drunk and tended to hang just a little longer, a little closer, pulling Justin tight against his body, kinda like he was doing tonight. Justin never really minded though. When JC got too clingy, he usually got a pinch or poke to the ribs and Justin would whisper, “Later,” in his ear before laughing and pushing him off towards someone else. Tonight hadn’t been any different either. But, instead of poking him in the ribs or pinching his side, Justin had popped him on the ass before pushing him away.
This had, of course, prompted everyone else to smack his ass for the next few minutes. Being the birthday boy, he took it all good naturedly, even getting in a few of his own hits on occasion. It was his birthday and he was entitled to return fire if the mood struck him. And it did, to the point that the five of them had ended up in a tangled wrestling mass of arms and legs in the center of the room.
It ended when Chris caught an elbow to the nose right before Lance got kicked in the balls. He’d laid on the floor giggling until Justin pulled him up and whispered in his ear that he needed to go fix himself. Justin groped him quick and dirty and then pushed him towards the bathroom. JC swatted Justin’s ass a little harder than necessary that time.
And that’s how he ended up standing in the bathroom, staring at the now extremely obscene outline of his dick in the mirror. He had no idea that he had a kink for spanking, maybe it wasn’t a kink though, maybe it was just because he was so drunk… The first time Justin smacked his ass, he’d been rock hard before he knew what happened, the rolling around on the floor hadn’t really helped either. It was no wonder that Justin pushed him in here and told him to fix himself.
Smoothing his palm down the hardened length, he smiled at the heat trapped beneath the denim before cupping himself and twisting his hips. Bracing his arm against the mirror, JC pressed his hand harder against himself as his hips rocked. He wasn’t really trying to get off. Not alone in some random bathroom, but it felt so good, he didn’t really want to stop. A low moan rumbled through his chest and up his throat as his head fell back, he’d stop in minute.
“JC, baby. What are you doing?”
He turned around so fast the room spun a little and he had to grab the wall and the sink to keep from falling over. Smiling, he looked over at Justin as he made his way to the urinals. “Um…. hi.”
Justin laughed as he emptied his bladder. “I told you to come in here and fix yourself, not play with yourself.”
JC rubbed his hands down the front of his shirt, “I wasn’t playing with myself I was just…” He forgot what he was going to say when he saw the red swell of Justin’s ass peeking out over the top of his jeans.
“Just playing with yourself,” Justin looked over his shoulder smiling. “C, what are you staring at?”
JC licked his lips and sucked in a breath. “Your ass,” When Justin laughed, JC blushed and then frowned a little. “Not like that! Okay like that, but do you know how red your ass is?” He watched Justin walk up to the mirror and turn around, dropping his pants a little more as he looked over his shoulder.
“Well, what do you expect with all the spanking and then the wrestling. Plus, I think Joey caught me a couple of times when he was aiming for you. Him and his big meatball hands.”
Stepping closer, JC reached out and gently rubbed his fingertips across the red flesh. “Oh, Justin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” He palmed Justin’s hip and turned him as he moved in behind him, brushing his knuckles over the swell of Justin’s ass again.
“It doesn’t hurt.” He pushed into the light teasing touch. “Mmm, JC what are you doing?”
JC dropped to his knees, hooking a finger into the waistband pulling pants and boxers further down Justin’s thighs. “Shhh… I’m just looking. Your skin is so red, J. How could it not have hurt you?” He leaned in and placed a feather light kiss against the curve of one cheek, blowing a breath of air across the heated skin as he moved to place a matching kiss on the other reddened curve.
“JC, you don’t…. oh…”
“Shhh, let me make it feel better.” He tugged Justin’s clothes down past his knees and slowly ran his hands up the backs of Justin’s thighs. Placing little kisses up the path his fingers had just traveled, JC hummed softly to himself as his lips made their way up to the tiny curve of Justin’s ass.
“JC, we can’t… mmm… the party.”
“Hush, it’s fine.” He licked a wet trail from the crease where ass met thigh up and over to the split between Justin’s ass cheeks, nipping the tender skin as he made his way up to Justin’s spine. “Did it hurt you, baby?”
“Oh god, feels so good.” Justin tipped his hips, gasping when JC ran his fingernails over his abused flesh.
JC kissed Justin’s spine, laughing quietly. “That’s not what I meant.” He lightly slapped Justin across the ass and then grabbed his hips to keep him from turning around. “That’s what I was talking about and you know it.”
Justin leaned forward until his forehead was resting against the mirror. “Yes, that hurt.”
JC rubbed his thumbs across the spot he’s just hit. “You didn’t like it?”
“Not particularly.” Justin turned around and stared down at JC on his knees in front of him. “You did though, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” He felt his face heat up and dropped his eyes to the floor.
“Which part? Getting spanked or spanking me?”
JC rose up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist, licking and nuzzling against the sharp edge of hipbone. “Um…both?”
Justin laughed, JC felt him shift his feet and lean back until he connected with the mirror behind him. He ran the tips of his fingers up across Justin’s lower back and down the cleft of his ass, sucking at the skin below Justin’s navel.
“JC?”
“Mmm?” He worked his way lower, pressing his face against the nest of curls that cradled Justin’s swelling cock. “What?”
“We really need to get back to the party.”
Smiling up at Justin, JC ducked his head and sucked the tip of Justin’s dick between his lips, laving the sensitive skin with his tongue. When Justin groaned and bucked his hips, he sucked him hard and fast, running his tongue over the head again before letting Justin’s dick slip from his mouth.
JC stood up and smiled when Justin bounced his head off the mirror, groaning as JC pulled his clothes up and carefully tucked him in. He leaned forward and kissed Justin, running his tongue across Justin’s lips, laughing when he felt hands gripping his hips and pulling him closer.
He pulled back and rubbed his thumb along Justin’s chin. “Later.”
“Yeah, but…”
JC grabbed Justin’s hand and pulled him towards the door. “I said later.”
“I know but-”
“Don’t whine, baby. Later, I promise.” JC kissed him and pushed him through the door, laughing at the shouts and applause as they rejoined the party.