As the song changed to another similar one, we left the dancefloor and made our way to the toilets to clean up. Only one cubicle was free, so we went in together, locked the door, and scrubbed at the mess in our underwear with handfuls of toilet paper, red-faced and laughing. When I opened the door and stepped out, a couple of older guys near the sinks grinned at us.
"That was a quick one. You youngsters."
My face burned and I coughed. JJ laughed behind me. "Yeah, we'll be ready to go again in ten minutes."
The two guys chuckled, and one gave us a thumbs-up. I hurried back into the club with JJ following. He slid his hand into mine again and we made our way back onto the dancefloor.
We stayed in the club for a couple of hours. We danced, had another drink, and got ourselves worked up all over again, but this time we didn't want to get off in front of a crowd of dancers. We left and made our way back to the Twinkie.
"I didn't think about where we're gonna stay tonight," I said.
"Good thing one of us did." JJ grinned. "I booked a room in a motel. It's only ten blocks from here, straight down the street and left at the intersection."
"Wow, it's not like you to be so organised." I started the engine and drove slowly down the busy street.
"I didn't want to end up sleeping in the Twinkie somewhere. We'd probably get arrested."
"For sleeping?" I teased.
"Trust me, I don't feel much like sleeping."
"Nor do I." I glanced at his lap. He was as hard as I was.
We found the motel easily and parked around the back. Five minutes later we were in the second-floor room, which included two queen size beds and a bathroom. It was basic but clean.
"Which bed do you want?" JJ glanced from one bed to the other, then stared at the floor. His hands were in his pockets, and he didn't look excited anymore after all. Perhaps he was nervous. After what he said on the dancefloor, I hadn't seriously expected to take things any further right away, but I wondered if he thought I expected that.
"Uh, I guess, that one." I indicated the one nearest to where I stood.
He erupted into gales of laughter. In the next second, I was off my feet, sailing through the air as the tornado that was JJ crashed into me and threw me bodily onto the bed I'd chosen. As I sprawled on the mattress, winded, he pulled himself up and straddled me.
"You got me there," I gasped.
"You're so easy to tease." He slid a hand into his back pocket and pulled out two small packets—a condom and a sachet of lube. My mouth went dry.
"When did you get those?"
"In the club. Were you walking around blind? They had supplies in the restrooms and a couple of other places."
"I must have missed that." My heart hammered and suddenly I was terrified. What if I messed up? What if I wasn't good enough? Suddenly I was no longer hard, from the initial feeling that he wanted us to sleep in separate beds, followed by an attack of nerves. Worse, what if I hurt him? Or he remembered what his dad and those men had tried to do to him.
"You know, we don't have to." He shrugged a little and his face turned serious. "Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself."
"You're not. I just… are you sure?"
"Yeah." He grinned again. "If I'm completely honest, I've been thinking about it since I was like, fifteen. Only I thought it would only ever be a fantasy. You know all the times we got changed together, on the Pogue and stuff? I mean, that was jerk-off material, right there."
And the JJ I was used to was back. I snorted, grabbed him by the waist, and rolled him off me so we were lying face to face. "Are you telling me you jerked off over me? For years?"
"Well, yeah. I thought you knew that. Didn't you do the same? If you didn't, I won't be offended. Much." He stuck his bottom lip out, but his eyes sparkled.
"Of course I did. Every fucking chance I got."
His lips twitched at the corners. "What did you imagine us doing?"
"Get lost. I'm not telling you my fantasies." Heat crept into my face as I remembered one of the scenarios I'd thought about many times, alone with him on the Pogue, naked in the sun, kissing, stroking each other—
"One of my favourites was in the Cat's Ass," JJ said. "I'd be in there, drinking all your beer like I do occasionally—"
"You mean like you do every time I'm not here."
"Yeah, that. Anyway, I'm in the tub, drinking beer, playing a little music, and you show up from wherever you were—sometimes it was from a date with Sarah, and you'd stomp over all pissed off because she did something and you'd say, "That's it. It's over. I can't be with her anymore. She's just… not you." And you'd be ripping your shirt off as you walked towards me. The beer I'd be holding would go straight over the side of the tub and I'd be focussed on you saying you finished with her, and it was me you wanted. Then you'd climb into the tub, and you'd be naked, and I never knew what happened to your pants because I didn't see you take them off. Then suddenly we'd be kissing, and I was naked too. In my head, it was kind of like a jerky movie, you know where it skips forward a few frames, so you miss bits."
He was talking fast, his face flushed, and I realised I was hard again, and his groin, against mine, made it obvious he was in the same state.
"What then?" I whispered.
"Then I'd have your dick in my hand and I'd say, "Let's get out of here. I want you to fuck me." Then we'd be on your bed, stroking each other off, all lubed up, but by then I'd usually have come so it never got any further in my head." He was panting and it took me a second to realise my jeans were undone and he was sliding his hand into my underwear.
"Fuck," I breathed.
"You like that fantasy, huh?" He pulled me free and ran his hand up and down my erection.
I bit my lip and reluctantly pushed his hand off. "I'm on the fucking edge, JJ. I need a minute."
He smirked wickedly. "I still want to know your fantasy." Then he slid away from me and began to take off his shirt.
"Damn you." I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt too.
"Please?" His shirt landed on the floor, and he wiggled his jeans down, underwear too. His erection slapped against his belly.
"Fine. In a minute, though." I took my time taking my clothes off, letting myself calm down a little.
JJ fidgeted and impatiently stroked himself until I lay down beside him again. Then he rolled over to face me and draped a leg over my hip. "Go on, then."
"You have no patience. Okay. So, we're out on the Pogue—just you and me. It's the middle of the day, we're enjoying the sun and a couple of beers. You're lying on your back with your eyes closed."
JJ closed his eyes.
"I lean over and kiss you—" I brought our lips together and caressed his for a moment. I slid my tongue along the underside of his upper lip, but when he tried to deepen it, I pulled back. He gave a little groan of disappointment.
"I keep on kissing you, and we're getting pretty excited. It skips a little bit, the same as yours. We're still kissing, but we're naked. I can feel the sun on my back. I'm so hard it hurts."
JJ groaned.
"I start jerking you off, but you push my hand off and start stroking us both together. You've got lube on your hand."
"Fuck," he whispered.
I fumbled for the little sachet of lube he had brought, tore it open, and squeezed some onto my fingers.
"What then?" he prompted.
"We have to stop kissing so we can breathe. I get some of the lube on my fingers and slide my hand down—" I did what I was describing, my fingers gliding along his crack until I found the puckered area of skin and circled it. JJ whimpered.
"I push my finger in—" I did this, and he jerked against me.
"You're so hot. So tight." I couldn't believe I was saying all this. If I thought about it too much, I'd be embarrassed. I pressed my finger deeper and began to slide it back and forth, in and out, going deeper each time.
"I fuck you on my finger. Add another one." I hesitated.
"Do it," JJ said under his breath.
I pressed a second finger in, and he groaned.
"You keep on jerking us together and I have to tell you to stop. I don't want to come until I get in you."
"JB—" he whimpered.
"I pull my fingers out—" I started to do just that.
"Don't. Please, I—" He came, clenching around my fingers, gasping and laughing, warm and wet on my stomach. "Fucking hell, I'm sorry."
I laughed and carefully withdrew my fingers. "It's okay."
"I didn't expect your fantasy to be so fucking hot. Jesus Christ." He slipped his hand between us and began stroking me. "We need to have another try at this later. Sorry." He jerked me hard and fast, and in hardly any time at all, I came too.
"Stop saying sorry," I panted. "We have plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere."
"I hope not, because that would really suck."
I pulled him closer and held him tight. We were messy and sticky, but it didn't matter. "I love you," I said in his ear.
His hands tightened on my back, clutching at me, and he pressed his face against my shoulder. "I love you, too."