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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

JuC, in honor of 03/18/04?

Justin sees the new rolling stone with JC in the fashion spread. Phone sex ensues. Bonus points for cameron walking in. :)

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Justin loved Rolling Stone. He loved the pictures and the articles, but mostly he loved that Roling Stone loved him. Until this weeks issue that is.

This week he loved Rolling Stone because it absolutely worshipped JC and it did it with pictures. Justin fanned himself with the open magazine. The picture of JC in a outfit any pimp from the 80's would covet, curling lightly at the edges with each pass.

"J, what's that noise?"

Speakerphone! Justin stilled the paper. "Um, I was just reading Rolling Stone." shit

"Oh, man. Tell me it's not the one with me in those clothes."

Justin coloured a bit, willing his erection away. Between the vibrant pictures and JC's lazy rich voice he was a goner. JC laughed at something and Justin groaned. He was particularly suseptable to JC's laugh.

"J, your breathing is getting a little.... JUSTIN!" JC laughed again, ending in a giggle and Justin moaned, loud and clear.

"Do I make you horny, baby?" JC asked in the worst british accent Justin had ever heard.

Justin bit his lower lip and ran a hand over his crotch and under the waistband of his sweats.

JC was in full on giggle fits now, the pitch rolling and hiccuping up and down. Justin stroked himself as the offbeat sound continued. The giggling finally settled into the ragged breath that comes from trying to catch ones breath too fast. To Justin it wounded simply ike panting, he didn't care that it wasn't sex created. Justin was panting himself, his body coiling tight and rushing towards release.

JC was trying to talk now, random words escaping him. Justin heard something about lip gloss and lighting then a very distinct "freeballing" before JC sighed, finally having caught his breath.

Justin reared his head back, orgasm ripping through him. It was his turn to pant for a bit, mumble out words that didn't make sense. He sucked in huge breaths, eyes closed. Finally he too sighed, his breathing nearly normal once again.

"I think, JC, that you need to replace my copy of Rolling Stone. This one is, unredable."

Silence.

"JC?"

"Sure, Cameron, I'll be sure you get it right away."

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

Hey, I apologize for just seeing this sitting wide eyed in my e-mail. Never the less, Thank you so much. hot and random in all the right places.

Once again, sorry and thank you!

[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

No apoogies needed. :o) I'm glad you enjoyed it.