Know by Crystal Rose

the Meanwhile Back at the Ranch remix by Nonchop

"So, what? You met him for five minutes at a club and now you're going out with him again?"

"Yes," Lance said patiently. "Why is that so hard to understand?"

"I just think it's kind of a stupid plan is all," Justin said, shrugging.

Lance stopped buttoning his shirt and turned to face him. "Because you're the king of good plans, right?" He made his voice high and whiney. "Oh, JC, I'm dying! Stay here and take care of me instead of going out with Chris and Joey!"

Whatever. He totally didn't sound like that. And it had worked. He'd seen the way Chris had been looking at JC lately, and there was no way Justin was letting that happen. He'd staked his claim years ago, and nobody else was getting in his way. Besides, Chris was an idiot, because he couldn't even see that Joey was totally gone for him and Joey was a million times more perfect for Chris than JC was.

"You don't know anything about him." Justin couldn't get his head wrapped around that idea—wanting to be with somebody who was practically a total stranger. JC had been in his bones for so very long now.

"J, I'm not eloping with him. We're just having some coffee."

"Fine," Justin grumbled. "Just don't do anything stupid."

Lance grinned. "Oh, don't worry. I'll leave that up to you."

"And what the hell am I supposed to tell JC? 'Lance? He's just taking a little walk around outside even though he's supposed to be sick as a dog.' That'll go over real well."

"I guess you'll just have to distract him then." Lance paused in the middle of tying his shoes. "Seriously, Justin, I'm eighteen. Who I go out with and when is my choice. I just don't feel like dealing with Joey and his big brother shit tonight. Tell C the truth for all I care. It's not a big secret or anything. Can you throw me my wallet?"

Justin grabbed Lance's wallet from the other bed and tossed it across the room. Lance caught it easily and Justin wondered for the millionth time how Lance could be so good with that but so horrible at basketball.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Lance asked him.

"Yeah." Which he did. Kind of. All Justin knew was that he couldn't stand it anymore. He and JC had been circling each other ever since he'd turned fifteen, which had been a really fucking long time ago. He'd waited and waited for JC to make his move, but nothing ever happened, and Justin finally realized that JC was probably waiting for him as well, which was why he'd arranged for both of them to stay behind tonight.

He looked over at Lance, smiling when he saw Lance trying to flatten his hair yet again. Someday Lance was going to accept his hair—cowlicks and all. "You should get going or you're going to be late."

"Or I'll still be here when JC comes, you mean," Lance corrected. "And unless you've got some hidden desires I don't know about, I'm going to guess you're not planning on a threesome." Justin made a face. He liked Lance a lot, but he really didn't like him that way. Lance was the irritating older brother he'd never wanted and was now stuck sharing a room with.

"I'll probably be back by two." Lance grabbed the key off the dresser, and headed out the door with a wave, leaving Justin alone in the room.

Being alone in the room got annoying pretty quickly. Without Lance there mocking his plans, he had too much time to think about what was hopefully going to happen. Justin was pretty sure this wasn't one of those kinds of things that were supposed to be thought out in detail, mostly because now that he was thinking about it, all sorts of questions were popping up in his mind. Should he wait for JC naked? It seemed like something that would be sexy, but Justin had a feeling JC would probably get way freaked. JC could be like that sometimes.

Things were always simpler in his fantasies. Usually in his fantasies he was with JC, and before he even had a chance to notice what he was wearing, he'd be naked. It looked like real life was going to be much messier.

He stuck with what he was wearing, but experimented with different seductive positions he could be lying or sitting in when JC came to check on him. All of them felt stupid, so eventually he gave up and pulled out his history book.

"Hey," JC called from outside the door before knocking lightly and pulling it open. "I brought you some soup."

He stuck the bowl on the dresser, and sat down next to Justin on the bed. Justin waited for him to say something about Lance, but JC seemed content to stay quiet, watching Justin with a little half-smile on his face.

"Lance isn't here," Justin said finally, because JC was either blind or waiting for him to say something.

JC smiled so widely his eyes crinkled up at the corners. Justin didn't know how JC could do that, but every time he saw it, it took everything he had to keep from tackling JC right then and there.

"I noticed he's not here."

"Well, I wasn't sure," Justin muttered.

"He go out?"

"Yeah, with that Pieter guy. They're having coffee at that Zur alten Muehle place he loves so much. He said he'd be back by two."

"So I'm guessing he's not sick then." That was JC, the master of the obvious.

"He's not sick; I'm not sick. He wanted to go out and I—" he hesitated and then gathered up all of his courage. "I wanted to spend some time with you. Just with you."

"Yeah?" Somehow JC's smile got even wider. "I'm glad."

That had been easy, which was a huge relief, because Justin was having mild panic attacks at the thought of having a discussion about his feelings. "I was waiting for you to make a move," he admitted quietly. "It took me a while to realize you were waiting for me too."

"I didn't want to rush things." JC reached out and clasped Justin's hand, frowning a bit when he saw that it was shaking. "If you're not ready yet, I can wait some more. It's really okay."

"No! No, I'm ready!" Justin almost yelped, because that was the worst idea ever, and JC grinned.

"I just don't want to do anything that you don't want me to do."

Was JC kidding? There wasn't anything on Earth JC could do that Justin wouldn't want him to do. It was sweet of JC to worry and all, but totally unnecessary. He reached over and kissed JC, for real this time, not in his dreams, and it was amazing, JC's tongue dancing with his. Justin could feel JC's smile against his lips.

"C." Justin broke away from the kiss, just to make sure things were really clear. "I've been ready for months. I don't want to wait anymore."

"Good, because neither do I." JC's thigh nudged between his legs and Justin gasped. "Mmm, you do feel ready." Another nudge made Justin clench his teeth because coming in his pants would be so embarrassing.

JC smiled down at him, looking like he knew every dirtywrong thing Justin was thinking. He licked his lips and Justin could feel the heat flooding his face. "You're so ready, J. I bet I could make you come without even touching you."

"You could not!" Justin said indignantly. He might've been only sixteen, but he certainly had more stamina than that—at least he hoped he did.

JC's smile was sly. "Wanna test it out and see? I bet you can't hold out for even ten minutes. If you do…well, you can do anything to me that you want."

"Anything?" God, the possibilities, and all he had to do was keep it in control for ten minutes? It'd be a snap—especially if JC wasn't allowed to touch him. JC might be good, but nobody was that good. "And you won't touch me at all?"

"Not below your shoulders. Hell, I won't even use more than a finger."

It seemed like a good, deal, but Justin knew better than to sign without reading the fine print. "What about if I do come?"

"Mmmm." JC's eyes filled with promise, and heat just exploded in Justin's stomach. "Then I can do anything to you that I want. You'll belong to me."

He already belonged to JC, but he was pretty sure that wasn't a secret anymore, if it ever had been. And even though Justin knew he was going to win—he was sure of it—it wasn't like it would be that bad to lose either. No matter whether JC lost or won, he'd never do anything to Justin that Justin didn't want him to do. It was just one of the billion reasons why Justin loved him so much.

"There's no way you can do it," he said, skimming off his t-shirt and shorts and trying not to blush as JC watched him get totally naked. He'd been naked in front of JC before, but this was different, this was real. "Just try it."


"Yeah. I want you to try it."

"I think you just want to see what I'll do to you when you lose." JC's eyes were soso dark, not the eyes of somebody who was going to treat Justin like he was a kid. Something deep inside of Justin twisted. Anxiety and anticipation mixed together until he couldn't even tell what he was wanting, and what he was dreading."

"Sit back across the wall, m'kay?" JC pushed lightly at his shoulders, and Justin went willingly. "You ready?"

"Can you kiss me first?" Justin asked, feeling a bit nervous. JC's eyes softened as he leaned over and kissed Justin, licking sweetly into his mouth."

"Baby, you never need to ask." He smiled reassuringly, and Justin relaxed, remembering that this was the same JC he'd known for years and years, the same JC that helped him with his homework, and rubbed his back when it was sore from too much rehearsing. The same JC that made up silly songs with him and never minded when Justin got too hyper from a combination of age, sugar, and spending most of his day stuck in a van or in a tiny studio. Everything he knew about JC, he liked, so really, it wasn't like this was going to be very different.

"Do your worst," he challenged, because honestly, it wasn't like JC had a shot in hell of pulling this off anyway, and when Justin won…wow, he couldn't even pick which fantasy to go with first. For now though, he pushed the images out of his head. No point in letting JC start out with an advantage.

"You can stop this anytime, J," JC promised. "Okay?" Justin nodded. "But unless you want to stop me, I think you should keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

Justin nodded again because that was fine, more than fine; he didn't think he'd be capable of talking right now anyway.

JC reached out and traced a finger over Justin's lips, the touch as light as a whisper, leaving a path of tingling nerves in its wake. Justin suppressed a shiver, and reined himself in. All he had to do was hold out for ten minutes.

"You ever had somebody suck your cock?" JC's voice was dreamy, but his eyes—they were even darker now, hypnotizing in their power. Justin shook his head dazedly, and tried not to think about what it would feel like. "I remember the first time somebody did it to me. I was sixteen—just like you. He pinned my hips to the bed and sucked me so hard I felt like it was going to come off. It was…it was unbelievable. It only took a few minutes before I was ready to come like I never had before, but right before I could, he stopped."

"Do you know what that feels like? To be soso close, and then nothing. He pulled away and I was so hard, all I needed was just a little bit more, just one more suck, and he wouldn't give it me, not even when I begged." Justin couldn't stop himself from squirming and JC's eyes sharpened. "You like that, huh? Somebody making me beg? Or is it that you want somebody to make you beg?"

Oh fucking god. Justin flushed so hard he could feel the heat burn through his entire body. JC smiled knowingly.

"I can give that to you, Justin. In fact, I'd be happy to." JC's finger moved in another slow circle around Justin's lips, before trailing down along his neck. "For now though, I'm just going to tell you what he did to me, and you can think about what it's going to be like in a few minutes when I do the exact same things to you."

"I'd never been so hard, all red and swollen, just like you are now. All I wanted was to be back in his mouth. I thought he was going to, he leaned back down and I was so fucking relieved, but instead—" JC's finger traced along Justin's throat, drawing a pattern over his fluttering pulse. "He started licking below my balls, and god." JC shuddered with the memory. "I'd never felt anything like that. I wanted to scream and scream. I couldn't stand it; it was total torture."

Just listening was total torture right now. JC's voice was slipping inside of him until he was tingling from in the inside out and JC was right. Justin couldn't decide what was hotter, because the whole thing was so fucking hot he was going to combust.

"Can you imagine what it was like, J? My cock totally ignored, harder than I'd ever been, and I was thrusting up, and fighting, and begging, and it did nothing. I thought I was going to die." JC pressed down on Justin's pulse for one burning second and then moved up to his ear, following the curve and skimming the soft secret skin behind it. Justin twitched, and JC paused for a second before he smiled and went back for another pass.

"Hmmm, what was that? Right here?" JC tickled him lightly and holy shit, it was like an electric shock. Justin could feel it all the way down in the soles of his feet. "Oh yeah, right here." He went back to talking, except this time, his finger stayed in the exact same place, drawing lazy circles and random patterns over and over, each touch a whole new level of intensity.

"Can you imagine what it's going to be like when I do it to you? Can you imagine what it's like to be teased and teased like that, by somebody who knows exactly what they're doing? Pretty soon you won't have to imagine it at all. You're going to learn exactly what it's like. All you have to do is come for me. Then you'll be mine, and I'll make sure you never, ever forget it."

Justin gripped the sheets as tightly as he could, and closed his eyes, but that only made it worse, because he could see it, he could imagine it. JC pinned down and frantic, himself pinned down and frantic. He didn't even know which one of those he wanted, but JC was pushing every single button Justin had, turning Justin into a mass of quivering need with nothing more than his silky voice and a featherlight fingertip.

"Then you'll be mine," JC repeated. "And I'll do it to you just like it was done to me. It was years ago and I still remember every single second. I would've done anything, but there was nothing I could do except lie there and take it." JC's finger never strayed, and Justin bit down on his lip to muffle a whimper. "That's what it's going to be like for you. I'm going to suck you until you're so close you can't imagine not coming, and then I'm going to hold you down and tease you until you cry."

The mental pictures, the rasp of JC's voice along his nerves, the tormenting touch of his finger—almost a tickle, almost a scratch, totally unbearable—on one of the most vulnerable parts of his body; it all came together and he was heading for total overload. He could feel it building, fast and dangerous.

JC leaned in and whispered in his ear, deliberately blowing a stream of air over the spot that he was clearly going to spend the rest of Justin's life exploiting. "Can you feel it, J? That tingle in your balls shooting all the way up to the very tip of your cock? I was so desperate that day, I came totally untouched, and now I want you to come for me. Right now."

The words seared themselves into Justin's brain, branding him with JC's mark, and he was helpless to resist. He came, gasping and thrashing, so long and hard it almost hurt, the dark satisfaction in JC's eyes only making it more intense.

JC pulled Justin forward into his arms, and rubbed his back while he shook the last of it out. Justin concentrated on getting his breathing back under control. It'd never been like that before. His muscles felt like they were reverberating with sparks.

"You okay?" JC asked. He smoothed a curl back from Justin's forehead and waited patiently while Justin gathered himself together enough to speak.

"Yeah," he said eventually. "I'm really, really okay." He smiled up at JC and met him in the middle for a kiss, loving the feeling of JC's tongue parting his lips and sliding inside.

JC kissed like the secrets of the universe were buried somewhere inside Justin's mouth and he wasn't going to rest until he'd dug them all up. He trailed a hand down Justin's spine until he was lightly stroked the sensitive dip of his lower back, while at the same time, his other hand was busy holding Justin's head at exactly the right angle. JC was so wonderfully coordinated.

"So I guess you won," Justin said a long time later, after JC had finished exploring the wide variety of whimpers he could get Justin to make.

JC grinned. "I guess I did. And I'm going to love making you pay up."

Justin rolled over on top of him. "No time like the present."

"Are you sure?" JC didn't look entirely sure himself. "It doesn't need to be tonight. We have a lot of time."

"C, if I don't want it, I'll make sure you know, okay?" The truth was, he was already starting to get hard again, and remembering the implicit promise in JC's words was making him squirm. He'd never really contemplated the things JC had just told him, but now that he'd heard them, he couldn't wait to see what it was going to be like.

JC gave him a long look, and then nodded slowly, before rolling them over so Justin was on his back. He hooked his legs over JC's shoulders before JC even asked him to, and JC laughed.

"You seem pretty eager."

"I've been waiting for a long time."

JC leaned down and kissed him, sucking on Justin's tongue until Justin shivered. "I've been waiting for a long time too. I'm going to do everything I just told you, everything I've been dreaming about." He licked the spot behind Justin's ear, flicking his tongue repeatedly until Justin could feel all of the muscles in his thighs tensing up.

"Sounds good to me," he managed to choke out, and JC rewarded him with a scrape of teeth on the side of his neck.

"Anything I want, and you'd better believe I want a lot." JC bit him again. "We have hours until Lance gets back, and I'm going to use every single one of them."

It sounded like a threat. It sounded like a promise. It sounded like everything Justin had ever wanted. He wrapped his arms around JC's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, shuddering as JC took advantage of his new position to tease his nipples into hardness. Lance didn't know shit. This had totally been Justin's best plan ever.