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escapist_xbq who wanted hyper Chris. Sorry you got a dud, hon.
Chris is fun, they all know that, but sometimes he takes things too far until laughter becomes irritation.
That irritation is magnified today as they wait in the green room, bored and restless as the taping is delayed over and over again. Assistants offer apologies and bring refreshments, but it doesn’t help. They’re still stuck in a small room that contains nothing but a tv showing the studio and an assortment of magazines.
Comfortable on one of the sofas, Justin drops the magazine on his knee, tired of pretending that he’s interested in the latest celebrity gossip. Instead he watches as JC curls up tighter, resting his cheek on his hand, apparently fast asleep on the other sofa. Joey is next to him, eating an apple and talking to Lance who’s sitting on the floor, resting against Joey’s legs.
Justin thinks about telling Lance to sit next to him, but there’s no point. He’ll only say no and Justin doesn’t blame him. Not when the sofa vibrates a little each time Chris moves, bouncing his knee and tapping out a beat on the cushions. The air around him practically crackles with suppressed energy, and Justin knows he’ll jump up soon to pace again, desperate for movement.
“This sucks,” Chris looks at Justin then stands, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looks around the room. No one answers, there’s nothing left to say, so he circles the sofas again, so fast that Justin’s dizzy watching him.
“Come with me,” Justin says at last, and stands too, catching Chris’ arm when he comes near then looks over at Joey and Lance. “We’re going to the bathroom. Knock if they need us.”
The sighs of relief are obvious as Justin pushes Chris into the small bathroom attached to the greenroom. When they’re both inside, he turns and locks the door, then looks at Chris who’s leaning against the stall, arms crossed and trying to hide a smile.
“I don’t need the bathroom.”
“I think you do,” Justin replies, then walks so they’re standing less than an inch apart.
This close Chris has to look up to see Justin’s face, and he does so, tilting back his head. “You don’t know what I need.”
“I know exactly what you need,” Justin voice is low, dangerous, echoing a little in the small room. “You need to calm down, you need to quit being so annoying, you need me.”
Justin doesn’t use his greater size often, but sometimes it’s what they both want, and today it’s one of those times. Bending, Justin licks along Chris’ exposed neck, feeling him shiver under the touch. In a sleek move, he swings around so Chris’ back is against the wall. Then grabs his wrists and pulls them up until he’s stretched as far as possible. Justin uses one of his hands to hold Chris in position, while the other torments and teases as he licks across rough stubble until he reaches the dip of collarbone.
Using his body weight, Justin forces Chris to stay still, as he desperately fights for release. They’re breathless now as Justin stops licking and bites instead, a sudden hard bite that results in a low moan. A sound that tightens Justin’s belly as he thrusts his hips hard, dictating the pace as Chris tries to grind against him.
“I don’t think so,” Justin warns softly, and he presses harder. Using every bit of control he has not to move. “You’re going to calm down and relax. If you do I’ll finish this tonight.”
At first Justin thinks he’s going to refuse, but at last Chris nods. They both know coming in their pants isn’t an option before an interview. Instead, Justin bends, tasting the hint of blood as he licks across the bite, using the movement as a promise for later as he reluctantly steps away.
“Come on.” Justin waits as Chris adjusts his shirt, content to wait until later. After all, he isn’t the impatient one.
escapist_xbq who wanted hyper Chris. Sorry you got a dud, hon.Chris is fun, they all know that, but sometimes he takes things too far until laughter becomes irritation.
That irritation is magnified today as they wait in the green room, bored and restless as the taping is delayed over and over again. Assistants offer apologies and bring refreshments, but it doesn’t help. They’re still stuck in a small room that contains nothing but a tv showing the studio and an assortment of magazines.
Comfortable on one of the sofas, Justin drops the magazine on his knee, tired of pretending that he’s interested in the latest celebrity gossip. Instead he watches as JC curls up tighter, resting his cheek on his hand, apparently fast asleep on the other sofa. Joey is next to him, eating an apple and talking to Lance who’s sitting on the floor, resting against Joey’s legs.
Justin thinks about telling Lance to sit next to him, but there’s no point. He’ll only say no and Justin doesn’t blame him. Not when the sofa vibrates a little each time Chris moves, bouncing his knee and tapping out a beat on the cushions. The air around him practically crackles with suppressed energy, and Justin knows he’ll jump up soon to pace again, desperate for movement.
“This sucks,” Chris looks at Justin then stands, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looks around the room. No one answers, there’s nothing left to say, so he circles the sofas again, so fast that Justin’s dizzy watching him.
“Come with me,” Justin says at last, and stands too, catching Chris’ arm when he comes near then looks over at Joey and Lance. “We’re going to the bathroom. Knock if they need us.”
The sighs of relief are obvious as Justin pushes Chris into the small bathroom attached to the greenroom. When they’re both inside, he turns and locks the door, then looks at Chris who’s leaning against the stall, arms crossed and trying to hide a smile.
“I don’t need the bathroom.”
“I think you do,” Justin replies, then walks so they’re standing less than an inch apart.
This close Chris has to look up to see Justin’s face, and he does so, tilting back his head. “You don’t know what I need.”
“I know exactly what you need,” Justin voice is low, dangerous, echoing a little in the small room. “You need to calm down, you need to quit being so annoying, you need me.”
Justin doesn’t use his greater size often, but sometimes it’s what they both want, and today it’s one of those times. Bending, Justin licks along Chris’ exposed neck, feeling him shiver under the touch. In a sleek move, he swings around so Chris’ back is against the wall. Then grabs his wrists and pulls them up until he’s stretched as far as possible. Justin uses one of his hands to hold Chris in position, while the other torments and teases as he licks across rough stubble until he reaches the dip of collarbone.
Using his body weight, Justin forces Chris to stay still, as he desperately fights for release. They’re breathless now as Justin stops licking and bites instead, a sudden hard bite that results in a low moan. A sound that tightens Justin’s belly as he thrusts his hips hard, dictating the pace as Chris tries to grind against him.
“I don’t think so,” Justin warns softly, and he presses harder. Using every bit of control he has not to move. “You’re going to calm down and relax. If you do I’ll finish this tonight.”
At first Justin thinks he’s going to refuse, but at last Chris nods. They both know coming in their pants isn’t an option before an interview. Instead, Justin bends, tasting the hint of blood as he licks across the bite, using the movement as a promise for later as he reluctantly steps away.
“Come on.” Justin waits as Chris adjusts his shirt, content to wait until later. After all, he isn’t the impatient one.
