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comfort and care
For the 100 Ways Challenge. For some reason, I was inspired to write JoeC. It just fit.
comfort and care
you know the drill...all made up, don't know anyone.
JC loves this, loves waking up to the solid warmth of Joey curled around him, wrapping him in safety and friendship and passion and strength, loves knowing that Joey has been watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up on his own, never rushing him, but always ready so that as soon as JC knows what's going on Joey is easing slowly inside him.
JC loves keeping himself perfectly still even though his body is screaming to push back, to take more of Joey, more, more, and faster, because Joey likes it this way in the morning. Joey might have fucked him five different ways during the night, however JC needed, left him aching and sore and exhausted, but in the morning this is the only way Joey wants, and JC loves doing it for him.
Joey never hurries in the morning, just presses in and in, lets JC feel the slow burn and stretch, rocks closer until his legs tangle with JC's, until his heart beats strong and sure against JC's back and his mouth brushes kisses and soft bites along JC's neck and shoulders. When they can't be any closer, when Joey can't be any deeper in JC, Joey lets his hands trace slow patterns on JC's skin. JC trembles as Joey teases at his nipples, even the soft morning touches almost too much after the long night, but forces himself to lie quietly, and Joey rewards him by dropping his hands lower and mapping the curve of JC's hip and thigh with long soothing strokes.
Joey is the only one JC trusts when the post-concert adrenaline rushes spiral out of control; the one he trusts to not let JC hurt himself, the one he trusts to not let JC hurt anyone else either. Chris twists JC higher into the rush, Justin sparks off it with his own intensity, Lance soothes it and lets it bounce off him. JC knows that they're there for him every time he takes the stage, treasures the love they have for him, and loves them all in return. But there are nights when JC needs what only Joey can give, needs for Joey to take all that energy, absorb it until JC thinks that if he just knew how to look he'd see Joey glow, accept all that's flowing through JC, and then feed it back to JC in an endless loop.
Joey always knows what JC needs, whether it's a hard, rough fuck on the floor with his hands pinned to the small of his back and his knees spread wide, or a long, slow tease stretched out on a bed, mouth and hands sweeping over every square inch of skin until JC can't stop the pleading words from spilling out of his mouth. Some nights, Joey won't let JC say anything, will stop if JC even whimpers his name; other nights, he makes JC beg for every touch, holding back until JC's throat is raw from his screaming need. However it is, it's always exactly what JC needs that night.
At first, JC thinks Joey is so gentle in the mornings because he's afraid that he'd hurt JC during the night, but when JC asks, Joey just smiles and tells JC that he knows JC can take everything Joey can give him and more. JC thinks about what more could mean and can't hold back a shiver. Joey smiles a little wider, and JC knows that the next time will be beyond anything he can imagine. It's three weeks before he needs Joey again, but he's right; he's shaking and drained before Joey finishes with him, before Joey gathers JC close and whispers that JC should sleep, let go, whispers that Joey has him.
JC listens to Joey and lets himself drift off, but in that hazy place between awake and asleep he thinks he understands. He's watched Joey over the last weeks, whenever they have a little down-time, and he's seen the way Joey races around with Chris, and pets Justin, and eases Lance away from his computer, and it's all a little more clear now.
Joey gives and gives and gives, and takes care of everyone he loves, however they need it; but he can't let anyone take care of him. JC's glad that Kelly is still so much a part of Joey's life, not just because of Briahna, but because she's from the time before Joey guarded himself so closely. She doesn't let him get away with trying to be Superman for real, and doesn't allow him to take care of her without her taking care of him. But she's the only one JC sees who can do that.
So JC stays still in the mornings, leans back into Joey's strength and welcomes Joey into him, and doesn't listen to what his own body wants. He wraps himself in Joey's love and cherishes it. And when Joey finally starts to move, the first tiny rocking of his hips giving way to lazy, deep thrusts, JC lets Joey's name sigh out of him and pulls Joey's arms close around him, so Joey can feel how much JC loves him back.
JC wishes there was more he could do for Joey, because this isn't enough, isn't what JC wants to be able to give, but it's all Joey can accept, so it's the best JC can do, and he's happy that at least he can do it with love.
comfort and care
you know the drill...all made up, don't know anyone.
JC loves this, loves waking up to the solid warmth of Joey curled around him, wrapping him in safety and friendship and passion and strength, loves knowing that Joey has been watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up on his own, never rushing him, but always ready so that as soon as JC knows what's going on Joey is easing slowly inside him.
JC loves keeping himself perfectly still even though his body is screaming to push back, to take more of Joey, more, more, and faster, because Joey likes it this way in the morning. Joey might have fucked him five different ways during the night, however JC needed, left him aching and sore and exhausted, but in the morning this is the only way Joey wants, and JC loves doing it for him.
Joey never hurries in the morning, just presses in and in, lets JC feel the slow burn and stretch, rocks closer until his legs tangle with JC's, until his heart beats strong and sure against JC's back and his mouth brushes kisses and soft bites along JC's neck and shoulders. When they can't be any closer, when Joey can't be any deeper in JC, Joey lets his hands trace slow patterns on JC's skin. JC trembles as Joey teases at his nipples, even the soft morning touches almost too much after the long night, but forces himself to lie quietly, and Joey rewards him by dropping his hands lower and mapping the curve of JC's hip and thigh with long soothing strokes.
Joey is the only one JC trusts when the post-concert adrenaline rushes spiral out of control; the one he trusts to not let JC hurt himself, the one he trusts to not let JC hurt anyone else either. Chris twists JC higher into the rush, Justin sparks off it with his own intensity, Lance soothes it and lets it bounce off him. JC knows that they're there for him every time he takes the stage, treasures the love they have for him, and loves them all in return. But there are nights when JC needs what only Joey can give, needs for Joey to take all that energy, absorb it until JC thinks that if he just knew how to look he'd see Joey glow, accept all that's flowing through JC, and then feed it back to JC in an endless loop.
Joey always knows what JC needs, whether it's a hard, rough fuck on the floor with his hands pinned to the small of his back and his knees spread wide, or a long, slow tease stretched out on a bed, mouth and hands sweeping over every square inch of skin until JC can't stop the pleading words from spilling out of his mouth. Some nights, Joey won't let JC say anything, will stop if JC even whimpers his name; other nights, he makes JC beg for every touch, holding back until JC's throat is raw from his screaming need. However it is, it's always exactly what JC needs that night.
At first, JC thinks Joey is so gentle in the mornings because he's afraid that he'd hurt JC during the night, but when JC asks, Joey just smiles and tells JC that he knows JC can take everything Joey can give him and more. JC thinks about what more could mean and can't hold back a shiver. Joey smiles a little wider, and JC knows that the next time will be beyond anything he can imagine. It's three weeks before he needs Joey again, but he's right; he's shaking and drained before Joey finishes with him, before Joey gathers JC close and whispers that JC should sleep, let go, whispers that Joey has him.
JC listens to Joey and lets himself drift off, but in that hazy place between awake and asleep he thinks he understands. He's watched Joey over the last weeks, whenever they have a little down-time, and he's seen the way Joey races around with Chris, and pets Justin, and eases Lance away from his computer, and it's all a little more clear now.
Joey gives and gives and gives, and takes care of everyone he loves, however they need it; but he can't let anyone take care of him. JC's glad that Kelly is still so much a part of Joey's life, not just because of Briahna, but because she's from the time before Joey guarded himself so closely. She doesn't let him get away with trying to be Superman for real, and doesn't allow him to take care of her without her taking care of him. But she's the only one JC sees who can do that.
So JC stays still in the mornings, leans back into Joey's strength and welcomes Joey into him, and doesn't listen to what his own body wants. He wraps himself in Joey's love and cherishes it. And when Joey finally starts to move, the first tiny rocking of his hips giving way to lazy, deep thrusts, JC lets Joey's name sigh out of him and pulls Joey's arms close around him, so Joey can feel how much JC loves him back.
JC wishes there was more he could do for Joey, because this isn't enough, isn't what JC wants to be able to give, but it's all Joey can accept, so it's the best JC can do, and he's happy that at least he can do it with love.