Pairing: Joey and JC
Words: crack the whip; ambient; disobey; digital getdown


JC looks over his shoulder.  "I think you should just get it over
with.  No more of the ambient atmosphere stuff.  If you're gonna do
one of them, just, like, do it.  I'm tired, I wanna go home."  He
frowns at Joey.  "Get your digital getdown on or give up, Joey."

Though in a club this dimly lighted, it's likely Joey *could* be
getting his getdown on, and JC wouldn't see.  Also, there are about
twenty girls hanging off Joey.  JC has to wade through them to
issue his ultimatum.

Joey lowers his head.  "What the hell?  Since when do you have to
stay until I leave?"

"Since we came together and I'm staying at your plaaaaace!" JC
wails.  The girl closest to him sticks her hand in his pants pocket
and he jumps.

Joey nods.  "Oh, yeah!  Sorry, man!"  He pulls back from his crowd
of admirers.  "JC's cracking the whip, so I'm gonna call it a
night."  He passes out kisses as he goes, slowly making his way
toward the door.

JC frowns at Joey.  "You make me sound like an asshole."

"Huh?"  Joey extricates himself from an overeager hug and waves as
the door closes behind them.  "I what?"

"You make it sound like I'm a total asshole and I never let you
choose for yourself.  I said you should just pick one if you wanted
one."  JC knows he's being petulant and childish, really.  He could
blame it on the late hour or the few drinks he's had or the
blinding headache he's developing.  But really, it's jealousy.

Joey wraps his arm around JC's waist and kisses his ear.  "Hey,
baby, wasn't anyone there prettier than you.  Why would I want to
take any of them home?"

JC shrugs.  "You do.  A lot of the time."  The thing JC and Joey do
is dependent on Joey's level of drunkenness and the unavailability
of chicks with large endowments.

"Not tonight."

"I see that," JC says, and lets it go.  He leans his head on Joey's
shoulder briefly and then gets in their town car for the ride to
Joey's place.

Joey doesn't say anything in the town car, but when they're safely
back at his place, he waits until JC's sitting before coming to
kneel in front of him, petting JC's knees.  "Hey.  What's wrong? 
I thought you wanted to go out tonight."

"I did.  I do.  I was just tired."  JC parts his legs for Joey,
making room.  "Maybe I just wanted to get you home," he adds with
a lazy grin.

Joey grins at him, pulling JC closer.  "You shoulda just said
something.  We coulda skipped the clubbing altogether."

"Maybe I wanted you to choose me," JC says.

Joey gives JC a puzzled look.  "C, if you want to be with me, then
you're the only choice."

"Okay, Joe, okay."  JC leans forward, leans in to kiss Joey and
wrap his legs around Joey's butt.

Joey slides a hand into JC's hair and kisses him generously.  JC's
mouth opens under his and exchanges lazy kisses with him.

JC starts unbuttoning Joey's shirt as they kiss.  He likes kissing
Joey.  Still, he has to focus, and he keeps thinking.  There's lube
in the magazine rack, he's pretty sure, and Joey keeps condoms in
his wallet.  So that's good.  This shirt is washable, so if JC were
to spread it out under him, they wouldn't stain the couch or the
floor or whatever.  Joey's tongue tickles along the roof of his
mouth.  JC has to think very, very hard to remember anything but
that feeling.

Joey shrugs out of the shirt when JC gets it unbuttoned.  He pulls
away from JC and grins at him.  "You like me nekkid?"

"I like you all sorts of ways.  Naked is good, yes."

Joey tugs at JC, lying down on the floor and pulling JC to cover
him.  "I'm all yours."

JC sits up and takes off his clothes and Joey's pants.  Lube,
condom, shirt positioned, JC sinks into Joey's body slowly. 
"Damn."

"Forgot what it felt like?" Joey teases.

"Yeah.  Maybe."

Joey reaches down and grabs hold of JC's buttocks, urging him in
tighter.  "Don't stay away so long again."

"Mmhmm."  As if it's his choice.  JC just moves fast and nasty, the
way Joey likes best.

JC knows how to do it just right to make it just right, but for
some reason, that isn't what Joey wants.  "Hey," he gasps.  "Slow
it down.  We've got time.  Enjoy it."

JC slows down.  When Joey's *really* drunk, he sometimes wants it
slow and gentle.  Usually, that's the second time, but it's not
like JC objects to doing that way the first.

"Yeah."  Joey smiles at him.  "Like that."

JC smiles back and tosses his hair back.  "Okay, Joey, okay."

And then it's slow and loving and Joey tells JC all the things he
thinks about him but saves because there's just so many times you
can say them to another man, even if they're true.  "You're
beautiful, baby.  Damn beautiful.  Love your hair longer like this. 
Wispy and soft.  Can't believe you keep coming back, y'know?  One
of these days you gotta figure you can do better than a big dumb
Italian."

"I don't want better," JC murmurs.  "I just want you."

"You got me.  I'm right here."

"Yeah."  JC's sorta reduced to grunts and unlovely sounds.  Joey's
really very good at this.  And the eye contact is gonna make JC cry
if he doesn't come soon.

Joey moves one hand to stroke JC's back.  "C'mon, yeah.  Just like
that.  Beautiful, baby."

JC starts jacking Joey off.  "I want to feel you come around me,
Joey."

Joey nods.  His eyes slip closed as his head tilts back.  "Get off
on the feel of you in my ass, when you're about to come.  That wild
shuddery feeling when you're hard and pulsing and you're just about
to do it.  Nothing better than that."

JC's pretty much there now.  He ducks his head and moans into
Joey's ear.

When JC starts coming, Joey does too.  "Fuck.  You feel so good."

"Same to you," JC sighs as he slides down against Joey.

Joey cradles JC close.  "Do that again as often as you want."

"Yeah, right."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, Joe.  Never mind."  JC smiles as Joey slips into
comfortable lethargy.  They'll probably nap on the floor before
going to bed.  Maybe this time, Joey'll still want JC in his bed
tomorrow night.  Maybe he'll still want him next week.  He'll just
have to wait and see.