I'm in a mood...

[elley1017.livejournal.com]

Joshtin.....Justin teaches JC the joys and perks of his ability of beatboxing. Maybe starts out with Justin bored and decides he wants to teach JC to beatbox, only JC just rolls his eyes. So Justin smirks and decides that maybe JC just needs to "feel" the beatbox. Smut is muchly appreciated but not a necessity.

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"No, C, it's." He stopped. Justin had spent the better part of the last four days trying to get JC to learn how to beatbox. JC was showing little interest. But, Justin was bored and there was little else to do.

"See, it's all about the vibrations." Justin made some vague gestures and then looked around for something to help him demonstrate. Much to his surprise there was a comb lying on a dresser. He and JC never went anywhere without paper, so he got up to fetch both things. Once gathered, Justin folded the paper over the comb much as his grandfather had when he was a child. He repeated the same basic beat line he'd been trying to show JC.

The comb tickled against his lips and made a funny sort of scratching noise, but it got the point across. He stopped and spoke to JC. "See, all you need is to feel..."

But JC wasn't paying any attention. He was ,instead, laughing at him. Arms wrapped around his stomach he was laughing.

"You sound," laugh, gasp for air, more laughing, "like the all kazoo," rolling laugh, wheeze, "Nelly back-up band." wheeze, wheeze, full on giggle. There were actual tears running down JC's face. Justin planted his hands on his hips which only made it worse. The giggle had now reached only heard by dogs pitch.

Justin threw the comb back from wence it came and stalked over to JC. He repeated the basic line he'd been trying for hours against JC's neck. Adding in some variations he moved down, working along JC's jawline. The laughter was now peppered with occassional gasps, the flesh under Justin's mouth heating nicely.

He embellished the line, adding in some alternating beats playing back and forth, battle style. He rucked up JC's shirt quickly. Justin used the minute breaks between sections to siwcth from one nipple to the other, leaving both thrumming. The laughter now was equal parts laugh and struggle to breath. JC's pulse had settled into a nice backbeat.

Never breaking away from JC's skin or missing a beat, Justin began to fiddle with JC's pants. One hand maneuvering the closure the other tapping out the backbeat on JC's abdomen. His fingers and the beat were light enough to be playful, strong enough to be taken seriously. JC has stopped laughing completely and was now simply panting in time, filling the empty spaces Justin's furious beatboxing didn't fill.

JC's eye widened when Justin pulled his head back and spoke into the space perfectly built for it. "Can you feel it now?"

He dropped his head back down and JC scrambled for purchase on Justin's shoulders , arms, head, the back of the couch anything as Justin did his 'scractching' around the base of his cock, shifting effortlessly into some nonsensical scatting before opening his mouth and taking JC's cock in. Deep in his throat he made a series of gutteral notes.

JC came just as Justin rounded up the last line, humming out the coda.

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*fans self*

That was peeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect. Thank you so very much.

[underneathatree.livejournal.com]

:hands you a bubble gum ciggarette:

you're very welcome.