Pairing: Chris and JC
Words: czar; hard candy; gold; piercing   


The third time it happens, Chris is sure it isn't a coincidence.

Okay, so he'd been fairly certain before this, but JC in just a
towel and still dripping from the shower is a pretty sight and he
hadn't wanted to disturb it.

But the hint of gold that keeps flashing him drives Chris crazy
with curiosity.  "JC, did you get a piercing or what?"

JC looks over his shoulder, pulling on clothes.  "What?"  

Chris gestures.  "You've got.  Something.  And it's gold and it's. 
Um.  On your dick."

JC smiles mysteriously.  "Oh?  You were looking at my dick -- why?" 


"*Because*!  You -- the guy who's so terrified of needles he won't
eat *asparagus* -- got it pierced!"

"Well, if I'm so terrified, then you're probably seeing things,
aren't you?"  JC smirks.  "I think you're just making it up so you
can stare at me.  But that's okay, Chris, I'll be your eye candy." 


"Hard candy," Chris says.  "Walking erection."

JC rolls his eyes.  "Dude.  You can't make me blush any more.  I'm
*used* to it now," he says, referring to his frequent state of
obvious arousal.  

"I'm not trying to make you blush.  So.  What is it?"

"What's what?" JC asks, playing dumb.  

"What's the gold thing on your dick, you unbelievable ass?"

JC looks down at his ass.  "Yeah, it is nice, isn't it?"  

"Have you been taking lessons from the czar of assdom, the Bass
himself or something?  What.  The.  Fuck.  Is.  On.  Your.  Dick?"

JC looks down.  "Pants."  

Chris growls and is across the room and on JC so suddenly that he
knocks him over without any resistance.  Sitting on JC's thighs, he
starts to force JC's pants apart.  "Stupid.  Laces," he pants. 
"You could've just done this the easy way and *told* me what's on
your dick, but *nooooo*, you *have* to be an *ass*."

JC puts his arms behind his head and watches Chris struggle with
the knots of his pants.  

"Did you put super glue on these or something?  How the hell can
someone go around with an erection all day and tie it up like this
so that they can't get at it?  You're insane, that's what you are."

"Well, I have to tie it up.  It'll escape otherwise.  Or, like,
it'll just flap around.  And that *hurts*, Chris."  

"I do just fine."  Chris is wearing shorts.  He likes shorts.

"Well, yeah.  But you've got, like, the ability not to get hard
whenever you hear music."  

Chris mumbles something indistinguishable around a mouthful of
laces.  He's decided to try the direct approach.

JC hums to himself, waiting for Chris to get through the laces. 
"Wow.  You're really slow," he notes.

Chris spits out the now-soggy laces and triumphantly unthreads
them.  He leers at JC.  "I like to take my time."

"Chris, you're the most impatient little man on earth," JC says.  

Chris leers again and flutters his eyelashes.  "*Some* things are
worth spending time on."

"All right, then."  JC sets his head back down and waits for Chris
to find what he's looking for.  Chris is a tease.  Chris has been
teasing JC for years.  It's familiar by now -- and part of the
reason JC's hard all the time.  

Chris gets the leather pushed aside and pulls JC's dick out --
carefully, because JC really is hard, and then stares.  "No fucking
way."

"Everclear is bad for you," JC says solemnly.  

"Huh?" Even mesmerized by the gold flashing around JC's dick, Chris
looks up at that.  "What the fuck are you going on about?"

"Everclear.  The liquor?  I drank *lots* of it.  And woke up with
no idea where I was and -- that thing."  JC shudders delicately. 
"But it's there and I'm afraid to take it out.  It healed pretty
well, though," he says critically.  

Chris still has one hand wrapped around the shaft.  The other is
playing with the golden bauble.  "It's pretty."

JC moans softly.  "Mmm.  It is.  Feels good, too.  Most of the
time."  

Chris' tongue flickers out and he licks his lips.  "Most of the
time?" he asks, distracted by the shiny thing.

"Yeah.  It hurts when it gets caught on things."  

"Like what?"

"Mmm.  Zippers.  Sheets.  Bath poof-things."  JC's hips and gently
moving, rocking in Chris's hands.  

Chris's tongue flickers again, this time to taste.  The post is
metallic and it's an odd taste when melded with JC's flesh.

"Fuck," JC chokes out.  He keeps his hands firmly behind his head. 
In the past, every time he's tried to catch Chris, the older man
has run away immediately.  "Chris."  

Reminded that there's a person attached to the fascinating toy,
Chris stops looking up.  He looks from the toy to JC then back
again and drops his hands.  "Um..."

JC whimpers and closes his eyes.  "This is the part where you run
away and act like nothing happened," he points out.  

"You want me to run away and act like nothing happened?"

"No, I don't *want* that.  But that's what always happens," JC
says, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice.  

Chris pauses on the edge of flight.  "You don't want to get off. 
You don't want to dirty yourself with the tawdriness of earthly
pleasures.  Hell, I thought you'd gotten a cock ring so you could
*control* your dick for some sort of Tantric thing."

"No, dude.  It was totally an accident.  It feels pretty good
though.  And who the hell told you I didn't like earthy pleasures? 
I've given up casual sex, but I *know* you."  

Chris rolls his eyes.  "I've *seen* you, Chasez.  You don't like
anyone defiling your holy temple with their lustful touch.  It's
why it's so much fun torturing you."

JC shoves Chris away.  "Fine."  He starts shoving his cock back
into this pants and rethreading the laces.  

Chris pouts a little as the golden snitch disappears from sight. 
He kisses JC on the forehead, says, "Don't rub yourself raw trying
to scrub away my defiling touch," and bounces up.

"Fuck you!" JC screams, but the door is already closing.  He sighs
and ties the laces tightly.  "Stupid Chris and his sexy mouth," JC
mutters to himself.  

Chris sticks his head back in.  "Did I just hear a request?"

JC looks up at Chris.  "I'm not in the mood for teasing right now,
Chris."  

"Then why do you keep teasing me?  Obviously you like it."

"Chris, I am not the one teasing you.  You tease me.  All the time. 
I just try to deal with it.  Now.  Close the door and suck my cock,
or close the door and *go away*."  

Chris' face lights up.  "Hah!  You just gave me permission!  Your
dick is *mine*, Chasez!"  Chris comes in, slams the door behind
him, then locks it behind him and bounces over to JC.

He looks mournfully down at him.  "You got dressed *again*."

"Wait, you're really going to do it?" JC asks, shocked.  

Chris is on his knees in between JC's legs.  "Hell, yeah, if you're
gonna let me."

"Oh.  Good."  JC stretches to the bedside table and hands Chris a
pair of nail scissors.  "You can take your time later."  He grins. 
"Right now, you're all mine."  

Chris looks at the nail scissors and JC's laces and grins.  "What
took you so fucking long, Chasez?" he asks, and starts snipping.