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Male Bonding
"Hey, um… Baby? Are you still there? Hello?"
Justin closed his eyes. He'd really fucked this up. He could blame it on the alcohol, or whatever it was that he'd taken, but it didn't really matter since he couldn't really move all that much.
He could be in a lot of trouble, actually. The maid wasn’t scheduled to come for a couple of days, and he didn’t know if anyone else was stopping by. He might get lucky and have someone stop by, but it probably wouldn’t be till the next morning. He was so screwed.
"Christ," he said loudly, struggling against the leather cuffs binding him to the bed posts.
Justin heard his phone beep, and he looked over at it on the night stand. It dawned on him that it was somehow calling someone, but he had no idea who. He bit his lip, but then figured that whoever it was would be better than his mom.
He hoped it wasn't his mom.
"Hello? Um, I don't know who my phone just called but can you call one of the guys or come over to my place and help me out with something? Kind of stuck here..."
Justin had no way of knowing if the person on the other end of the line heard him or was even there. He sighed and settled back in the pillows, trying to figure out how to get his phone to call someone on purpose -- usually he had to push a button and then say the name. He tried saying 'JC' and 'Joey' kind of loud but his phone didn't call anyone else.
He sighed, hoping that the call his phone did make was received. By someone.
***
A little while later – Justin wasn't sure how long because he'd accidentally fallen asleep – he heard a key slide into the lock and the door open.
He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not when he heard Chris call out his name. He looked down at himself and sighed again. He was naked, of course. It wasn't like Chris hadn't seen it all before… He just hadn't seen this.
Chris said his name again, his voice a little louder, either closer or Chris was yelling now, and Justin finally answered him. “In here, Chris. My bedroom.”
The door opened and Chris stood there, his eyes getting big as he took in Justin on the bed. “Uh. Justin?”
“Just shut up and help me get these undone.”
Chris started grinning. “I don't know, there, buddy. I think maybe you need to explain yourself first.”
Justin shook his arms, the muscles in them aching from being in the same position for so long. “Come on, Chris. I'll explain it all after. This kind of hurts.”
“Why don't you start talking and we'll see.”
Justin sighed. Why couldn't his phone have called Joey? He would have laughed, yeah, but he wouldn't have tortured him. “Okay. See, you know… Ever since… You know I've been trying things. We talked about that.”
Chris nodded and took a couple of steps towards the bed and Justin took that as a good sign.
“Well, see, there was this… Um… This guy. Okay?” He stared down at his feet, wiggling his toes a little, blushing he was sure. “And he didn't seem to care who I was and I don't know how much I had to drink, but I fell asleep.”
“Okay. Wait,” Chris held up his hand. “Let me get this straight. You let some guy, that you don't know into your hours, and then you let him cuff you to your own bed, and then you fell asleep?” Chris' voice got really high at the end, and yeah, he was right. Justin was pretty stupid.
He shrugged the best he could. “It didn't seem stupid at the time,” Justin said softly.
Chris' mouth worked a little, like he had a lot to say, but the words just wouldn’t come out fast enough. “What are you, fucking crazy? Were you high?”
“Maybe… Just… Chris, you can yell at me all you want when you get these things off, okay?”
“I can't fucking believe you. If you wanted to try this, you could have asked me. Or Lance. For Christ's sake, Justin. Freaking anyone would have and… Holy crap, you're stupid, kid.”
“I know, I know. I'm stupid. Are you going to help me, or not?” Justin's shoulders were really aching by then and he was starting to get cold.
Chris nodded, finally getting close enough to the bed that he could actually help, but then, instead of reaching for the cuff, he slid a finger down Justin's arm, causing him to shiver slightly. “When did you fall asleep?”
The tone of Chris' voice sent a spiral of heat through Justin's belly and he looked up sharply. Justin stared at Chris and bit his lip. “I… I don't remember,” he whispered.
Chris nodded and Justin kept talking. “I'm pretty sure nothing happened. I mean… I think he was going down on me when…”
“When you fell asleep,” Chris finished for him, chuckling a little. “Was he bad?”
Justin let out a bark of laughter. “I don't even remember.”
“So, you went through all of this, and you didn't even get off?” Chris' fingers were making their way across Justin's chest, causing him to gasp.
Chris grinned and then looked serious for a second. “Are you really in pain, or…”
Justin knew what he was asking. He knew exactly what Chris was asking - there wasn't any doubt in his mind. He could try to blame the last vestiges of whatever he took for the nod he gave, but really, it wasn't anything like that.
The thought of Chris touching him was making him hard.
Chris raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you're in pain?" His eyes didn't leave Justin's as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, almost lazily.
Shaking his head, Justin started panting. "No, I mean yes, but it doesn't matter."
“Gonna fall asleep on me?” He was almost whispering now.
Justin swallowed loudly and shook his head again. “No way,” he said, letting out a breath.
Chris grinned and then leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Justin's lips, but moving away too quickly for Justin to really taste him. Justin loved kissing.
Before, when he was with Britney, they could just kiss for hours. Tongues sliding across each other, exploring each others' mouths… Just tasting each other. Since then, it wasn't the same. Sure, he kissed people – he'd been kind of slutty since the break up with Brit – but he missed the hours he'd spent with someone he knew, rediscovering their mouths.
He moaned a little when Chris pulled away from his lips and opened his eyes. “Please,” he begged and Chris just grinned.
“Please what?”
Justin watched as Chris undressed himself, each article of clothing tossed in a different direction. When he was fully naked, his hard cock curving up towards his stomach, Justin forced his eyes up to Chris' face and licked his lips. “Kiss me.”
Chris looked like he was thinking about it, his even teeth digging into his lower lip, but then he crawled onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress slightly so Justin rolled a little bit towards him, and then his lips covered Justin's again and it was just what he wanted.
Slick lips slid across his, Chris' tongue flicking out. Justin opened his mouth with a groan before he finally got to find out how Chris tasted. There was a quick burst, hot and dark like maybe he'd been drinking coffee not long ago, but that faded into something that made his breath hitch a little.
Justin had to admit that he'd thought about this every once in a while, in the dark of night when he was alone… How Chris would taste, how he'd feel. He moaned again and strained against the leather and Chris pulled back grinning.
“This just drives you crazy, doesn't it? Not being in control, not being able to move. I still don't know how you got yourself into this.”
Panting, Justin didn't know whether to agree or not so he just shrugged. Chris was kind of right – he did like being in control – but this, this complete lack of power turned him on a lot.
Chris bit his lip and gave Justin a quick kiss before sliding down and settling between his thighs. Justin watched as Chris licked his lips and then leaned down, licking across Justin's abs, dipping his tongue into his bellybutton and then licking lower.
Justin moaned as Chris got closer, arching toward his rough tongue, trying to get Chris to touch him where he needed it most. Finally, just when Justin had opened his mouth to beg with Chris to please just suck him, his warm, wet mouth closed over the head of his cock, forcing Justin's eyes to fly open and a loud groan from his throat.
"God, Chris. Suck me," Justin said breathlessly.
And to Justin's dismay, Chris did the exact opposite, backing off, and then looking up at him, smiling. His lips shiny as he licked them again, Chris shook his head and Justin groaned again.
"Please," Justin tried, his voice cracking a little.
Chris didn't answer him this time. Instead, he reached into the night stand drawer and pulled out the bottle of lubricant that Justin had bought just the day before.
Justin closed his eyes, expecting slick fingers pushing against his hole, bracing himself a little bit for them, but when those fingers didn't come, he opened his eyes again to find Chris' body bowed and his head tilted back in pleasure.
It took Justin a second, but then he understood. One of Chris' arms was bent at a weird angle and his breath was sharp as it moved. Justin stared, fascinated as Chris stretched himself. "God," he moaned.
Chris' eyes opened lazily, like there was all the time in the world and he grinned before pulling his hand away from his ass and reaching back in the drawer, finding a condom.
Justin moaned when Chris' grasped his already sensitive cock and rolled the thin rubber down onto him.
This wasn't what he'd been expecting at all.
Chris shifted and straddled him, and Justin wanted to slide his hands up Chris' thighs, but he could only watch. When Chris started lowering himself down, taking Justin's cock inside him, Justin moaned and strained against the cuffs, trying to get closer, deeper, but he couldn't.
It felt amazing, so tight and hot and Justin heard himself start to babble, unable to stop it. "Chris, oh my God, fuck. I didn’t know, man. So good. Fucking Christ, Chris!"
He opened his eyes, staring as Chris' hand wrapped around his own cock and started to stroke in time to the thrusts down. Justin wanted to knock those hands away and do that himself, wanted to feel Chris pulse and come all over his fingers. He wanted to feel Chris fucking him.
But Justin could only pant, and say breathlessly, "So hot, Chris. Need you, fuck."
Chris wasn't quiet, either. He moaned and gasped, sometimes the moan sounded like Justin's name and that sent shivers through Justin’s body.
Heat spiraled through Justin as Chris’ rhythm grew erratic, his moans higher until Chris squeezed his eyes closed and came all over his hand and Justin's chest. Panting, Chris opened his eyes slowly and then leaned down, folding himself practically in half to press his lips to Justin's and that was all it took. Justin groaned against Chris' lips, bucking up hard, finally coming.
When Justin opened his eyes, Chris was working the leather of the cuffs open, and then he crawled back into the bed with him. Justin stretched his arms out and then sat up, rubbing at his neck. He had no idea how long he’d been in the straps, but it had definitely been hours. Chris reached up and started kneading the muscles with his hands, forcing a small whimper from Justin. He closed his eyes, letting Chris work before he felt himself start to get drowsy. Turning to Chris, he whispered, "Let's sleep and tomorrow, I find a masseuse for both of us."
Chris grinned against his shoulder, nodding slightly and then reaching for the blankets on the floor and pulling it over them. Justin wrapped himself around Chris and closed his eyes, already half asleep.
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