solafiamma | In Your Dreams, part 2

Consequences, part 2

If you're looking for part 1, it's here.

"You know," Justin says, as they all pile onto the bus, "I've been thinking."

"I highly doubt that," says Lance, nudging him in the back with the case of beer. "If you were thinking, you'd get the fuck out my way before I drop this all over your new Nikes."

"Fucker. You wouldn't dare. No, I've been thinking about something Joey said last week."

Ignoring Justin, which is just so typical, Lance pushes past him and heads to the galley. "How the hell can you guys be out of beer already? Joey and I still have at least three cases left."

"You and Joey are pussies," says Chris, hauling out the Cheetos and a bag of Oreos. "Clearly."

"Also, we invited some of the sound guys in for a party last night," JC admits, grabbing a beer and heading for the couch.

"Figured as much. I can drink you losers under the table any day of the week," says Joey.

"Guys! Shut up. I was talking. And, hey, pass me a beer, will you, Lance? Are they cold?" Justin hates warm beer. He'll drink it if he has to, of course, because if he doesn't there won't be any left, and that would be even worse, but god he hates it..

"You're always talking, Timberturd. Why would we start listening now? Hey, Lance," Chris says, wrapping an arm around Lance's waist and blowing a raspberry into his throat. "Give me one, too, 'kay? Since you're playing Molly Maid. Or Chef Boyardee. Or whatever it is you pretty boys get up to in the kitchen."

"I'll cram it up your ass if you slobber on me again." Slipping out of Chris's grasp, he tosses Justin a beer, grabs his arm and herds him onto the couch facing JC. "Go ahead, Justin, tell us what you were thinking. And don't leave out one thrilling detail, okay? Especially if it has anything to do with secret police doing nasty things to JC with billy clubs."

Fuck Joey anyway. Justin glares in his direction, but it's pointless because Joey is studiously ignoring him, feigning a fascination with the fine print on the Heineken label. Bastard.

JC smiles at him, though, leaning forward to hear what he has to say like he's genuinely interested, so Justin decides to ignore Lance's bitchy tone. "Okay, see, the other day Joey said something about me being kidnapped by dwarves, and it got me think—"

"Ahahahaha! Dwarves! Dude, you didn't tell me that part!" For some reason, Lance seems to find this terribly amusing, and Chris does too, naturally, so Justin has to wait a few minutes for them to shut the fuck up and pay attention again.

"As I was saying," he resumes when they've brought themselves back under control, "when Joey said that about me being kidnapped--. Shut UP, Lance! It just got me thinking about how, you know, except for the dwarves part, that could actually happen. Because I'm, like, way famous, plus I have a fuckload of money. So, really, it could happen. I mean, I'm not saying it's likely to or anything, our security's really tight and those guys do an awesome job, but it's definitely within the realm of possibility, right?"

"Oh, god, I hope so," mutters Chris.

Ignore him, ignore him, Justin tells himself.

"Anyway, I was wondering, if I was kidnapped, and the kidnappers sent a ransom note, and they said to not call in the police or they'd kill me, would you guys call the police?"

"Good question," says Lance. "So, what kind of ransom are they asking?"

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything?" Justin thinks about it for a minute. What's the going rate for kidnap victims? Mega wealthy kidnap victims? "I dunno. A couple of million, say?"

"Hmmm." Lance ponders for a minute. "And how much would we have to pay them to keep you?"

A lot of high-fiving and back slapping follows this witticism, but Justin rides it out. He knows they'd pay the ransom. They love him, even if they are assholes. "Really, though. What would you guys do?"

"God, I don't know. You kinda have to call the cops, don't you?" asks Joey. "Because what if they're not planning on giving you back even if we do pay the money?"

"Even though they said they'll kill me, you'd call?"

"Um."

"So," says JC, "so, what would you be wearing?"

"What?" says Justin.

"What?" say Chris, Joey and Lance.

"What would you be wearing? Would you still be in your regular clothes, whatever you had on when they kidnapped you? Or would you be, like, naked?"

"Uh. Dude. That's kind of weird, don't you think? What difference would that make?" For some reason, this whole conversation is starting to feel a tad surreal and also kind of embarrassing, because all the guys are staring at him now like they're picturing him naked and that's just messed up.

"It makes a difference," says JC with all the authority of someone who deals with kidnappings and kidnappers on a daily basis. "If you're still wearing your clothes, I'm gonna guess the kidnappers haven't really thought this through. They're probably amateurs. If you're naked," he pauses, eyes traveling up and down Justin a couple of times, "it's gonna be harder for you to run away. Especially if they have you stashed away somewhere up north where it's really, really cold, like in a log cabin up in Canada or something. Yellowknife, maybe."

"Good thinking, C," says Chris. "I always keep my kidnap victims naked. It's just good planning, really."

Lance and Joey nod their agreement and raise their beers in a toast of approval.

"Okay, fine then, whatever. I'm naked. They have me naked in a cabin in the frozen north."

JC nods. "Keep going."

"Huh?"

"Are you tied up? Like to a chair? Or to a bed or something? I'm just trying to get a sense of these kidnappers, how their minds work, you know?"

"Uh." Well, he probably would be naked, Justin thinks. It's not like smart kidnappers are going to take a chance on him climbing out a window or something, even if he is naked. A chair would probably get pretty uncomfortable after a while, especially if he were naked. For sure his joints would start to cramp pretty quickly. "A bed, I guess."

"And I'm guessing they probably have a fire going in the cabin, right? Because they don't want you to freeze to death, damage the merchandise and all. They've got a good blaze going, so you're warm and toasty, maybe even sweating a bit?"

"Yeah, I guess." In fact, Justin's starting to sweat a bit right now. Trust JC to take this straight into the Twilight Zone.

"So, there you are, right?" JC's staring into his eyes, so intense it's almost freaky. "In a cabin way up north, buck naked, warm and sweaty and tied to the bed?"

"Um. I." Oh, fuck.

"Damn, baby," says JC, running a hand over his crotch, "now you're getting me hot."

Joey makes a desperate squeaking noise and drops his beer on the floor. "Fuck, C, do you have to do this shit in front of me?"

"Jesus, JC. Warn a person, will you?" Lance says, patting Joey's shoulder. "Come on, Joe, let's go home. I think this party is getting just a little, shall we say, overheated."

Joey doesn't need to be told twice. He can hardly make eye contact with any of them, and his cheeks are so red he could probably stop traffic with them. They're probably almost as red as Justin's feel. Yeah, like that's possible.

Justin barely registers as Lance and Joey head to the front of the bus to get the driver to pull over. All he can do is think whoa, dude, oh my god, whoa, what the fuck and stare at JC, even though it's just making his cheeks hotter still, and he can feel himself starting to get hard, just from JC's eyes on him, which, what the fuck?. He has to keep looking, though, because if, oh god, this has to be a joke, right? Any minute now he's going to see the punch line on JC's face, because it has to be a joke. So he watches JC and waits for laughing to start, but JC doesn't laugh. He just sits there, smiling at Justin, looking unequivocally like someone who'd do guys, who'd do Justin, right here, right now. Like someone Justin would very much like to get done by, as it turns out.

As Justin's wondering what now and thinking he needs to figure that out very soon or his face is going to burn right off his skull, JC crooks his finger and moves his legs apart and before he has time to think, Justin is down there on the floor between those legs, struggling with JC's fly, and, oh man, what the hell is up with JC's freaking pants that it takes someone with a degree in physics to fucking well get them open. But it's all good, because now JC's helping and he apparently knows his pants really, really well, because he manages to undo them before Justin breaks all his fingernails off.

And then his mouth is full of JC's dick, and it occurs to Justin that JC has probably been with a lot of guys, guys who know exactly what to do to make a dick go hot damn that's one fine mouth, and that maybe he's hoping or, oh god, expecting Justin to know that too. Not that Justin doesn't know what he's doing, because he totally does, even if he hasn't sucked all that many dicks, but he really doesn't want JC comparing him unfavorably to some of the other, perhaps more prolific suckers of dick that he's been with.

JC doesn't seem too worried about it, though. He's making these incredibly lewd moaning sounds and stroking Justin's head, and Justin can feel the tension in his fingers, can feel him wanting to grab hold and fuck his way down Justin's throat. And whoa. Just the idea of that, of JC holding him in place and going to town is so amazingly hot, and suddenly Justin's dick is urgently in need of breathing space. He snakes one hand down to free himself, groaning at the first touch of skin on skin, and the groan is all the permission JC needs. He's bucking up into Justin's mouth, muttering things that sound like sweet and oh, fuck shit cocksucker yeah and splazmo galaxy and Bournemouth. Although the last one might have been porn mouth. It's hard to tell over the wet, nasty sounds of JC's dick sliding in and out of his mouth, and the distant ocean sounds of JC's hands moving over his head.

It's too fucking good to last. JC makes a noise halfway between a sigh and a song, and Justin manages not to disgrace himself by choking. He almost has time to be relieved, but then he's coming, too, the orgasm kicking through him like a mallet to the side of the head.

It takes a few minutes for Justin to catch his breath again. Enough time for him to think wonder what kind of mess they've made on the couch and how he's ever going to be able to make his legs carry him down the aisle to his bunk. Enough time to wonder whether they'll be sharing a bunk. He's just about to ask JC this when there's a throat clearing noise from the other couch.

"So, hey," says Chris brightly. "Either of you ready for another beer?"

"So," Justin mumbles into JC's hair, "I've been thinking."

The morning sunlight angling through the half-open blind makes him blink, and he closes his eyes, snuggling in a little closer, which isn't very much closer at all since they're already pretty much as close as two people can get without being the same person. Justin's bunk feels way less roomy with two people in it that it does when it's just him, but they've managed, after a certain amount of wiggling and shoving, to sort themselves into a reasonably comfortable arrangement of limbs. For a while, there had seemed to be so many arms and legs under the blankets, Justin could have sworn Chris had climbed in too, just to be an asshole, but fortunately even Chris isn't that obnoxious.

"Mmmmm?" JC turns to face him, coming dangerously close to tipping Justin onto the floor in the process. "Mmmmm." His hand slides down Justin's back to rest on his ass. "Mmmmm."

"I've been thinking about this," Justin says, trying to ignore JC's hand. "About, you know. You. And me."

"I look too gay for you, maybe?"

"No!" Justin's eyes fly open, but JC's smiling, just teasing.

"Any KGB agents following us?"

"Oh, shut up. Fuck Joey and his big mouth."

"Well, then, you want to know what I think? I think you were right all along. If a person goes around trying to get himself noticed by pretty gay boys, eventually a pretty gay boy is going to notice him. Like you said, baby. Consequences. But right now I think maybe we should both stop thinking and," JC pauses to let his tongue pay another lengthy to Justin's tonsils, "find some other way to pass the time. What do you think?"