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JUSTIN

Justin's pretty sure he's too young to be feeling ennui right now. Nineteen is definitely too young. Except once Lance told him that he was only nineteen in real years, but he was much older in child star years. Justin said, "How does that work?"

"It works, like, your teen years were compressed into a week, you've been at least twenty-three or something, since you were twelve. So now, you're more like, um, at least thirty. In child star years." Lance grinned and blushed. Then, if Justin recalls correctly, Lance scampered off and molded himself to JC.

Justin sighs and looks around again. It's another gay club in another big city and the music's loud and Justin got in without even being asked for ID and the novelty of everything has worn off. Worn off. Another perfectly sculpted body walks by, another hand that glances off his hip and Justin thinks there is nothing interesting here. He figures he'll feel better in the morning.

And to his left, suddenly standing too close, another white guy who's shaved his head to look more like Jordan or Stipe, depending on his interests in life, and the real reason is most likely a receding hairline Loser Boy can't handle. Justin looks anyway because however old he really is, he should always keep looking.

Bald boy is younger than Justin first thought, slim and hot. Worth a look. And then their eyes meet, invitation, question and Justin doesn't have to remind himself to smile. Ennui slipping away, he thinks. Thank God.

Except the conversation goes exactly as Justin would have predicted. Bald boy says his name is Lex, no last name and something about the way he says it makes Justin think he should know the rest. Justin says, "Justin," and Lex nods like he knew it already.

Then it's not even conversation, just more of a duel, because obviously they're going to have sex. So they banter, push and pull. Hello, the return of ennui. Ennui is a pretty word, Justin thinks. Chris taught him what it meant, spelled it out, wrote it on a napkin and demonstrated the look of it. Life, Justin thinks, has taught him the feel of it. Which is just beyond lame. So he reaches out and rubs Lex's elbow. He says, "Seriously. Not to be blunt, but I have a car. Actually, SUV."

"I have a limo." He almost smiles.

Justin weighs continued arguing about it. He doesn't really give a fuck. He wants to get laid, Lex is hot. He says, "Works for me." He slaps the bar and starts walking to the back entrance.

Justin wins something, he's pretty sure, because he has bodyguards. Bodyguards that don't even raise an eyebrow as he gets into the limo Lex points him towards. Lex doesn't have bodyguards.

Then they're inside and alone. White leather, nice, but Justin's just thinking he's seen three just like this. He almost says "ennui," because he's pretty sure Lex would know what it means, too.

But in the space of two breaths and sitting Lex is kissing him. Good kisser, and then it gets good enough Justin stops cataloguing. Bold and wet and hands down his pants, laces pulling tight cutting against his waist since the pants weren't exactly loose to begin. Justin throws his head back and reaches down, unties the pants and shoves them down. He shakes his head, sweat already damp in his hair. Definite good kisser. He smirks and says, "Me first."

Lex smirks back. "Me last."

Lex, Justin thinks, is maybe part cat, he feels hotter than human. His mouth, his tongue against Justin's stomach, something of a kiss and sometimes a bite. And his hands kneading Justin's thighs and it's officially fucking annoying that he'll touch everywhere right near Justin's dick. But not Justin's dick, which is hard, and he's been hard since he got in the limo. "Fucking tease," he mutters.

Lex looks up, the tip of his fingers just almost between Justin's legs, underneath his balls, just nearly. "You're not actually complaining, are you?"

Justin pushes himself closer and Lex's fingers retreat just that much. "Maybe." Justin knows he might already be smiling.

"Oh, fine." All at once, in a flash, fingers pressing, balls cupped, blessed blessed mouth on his dick. Everything at once, over-hot and wet. Justin thrusts up and he wants, he wants to touch everything. The opposite of ennui, he thinks. He bends over and kisses Lex's head. Perfectly smooth. Justin bets everyone does this, all the boys. He clasps his hands behind Lex's neck, Lex's head bobbing up and down and it's tingle, tingle hot and sparking. Sparks. When he feels he's about to come he thrusts, wants to make his dick and hands meet, break right through and he doesn't give a fuck. It feels like heaven.

Lex sits back against the seat. "So you enjoyed that?" He wipes his mouth slowly, the fucking bitch.

Justin rolls his eyes, because his eyes still work. He thinks about some dignified, maybe even sexy thing, some kind of slither across the seat. Fuck, fuck it. He leans forward and crawls a little, splayed across Lex's legs. Fingers working again, he pulls down the zipper on Lex's slacks. These are definitely slacks.

Lex's knee comes up, nudging against Justin's chest. "Are you going to show some finesse, or is this your first time?"

So not his first time, so not even close. Justin just glares. He pulls Lex's slacks down roughly, gets rid of the oh so expensive looking boxers. He says, "Actually, I've been doing this since I was fourteen."

"So, what? Two years?"

Justin rests more to one side, his hand drawing lazy circles on Lex's hip. "You seriously take sixteen year olds home with you? I mean, you're what, thirty? You some kind of perv?"

"I'm the kind of perv who wants his dick sucked some time soon. And I'm not even close to thirty."

Justin would actually really like to be sucking dick as well, his mouth is almost watering. But the finesse crack pissed him off. This, he thinks, is not ennui, but more annoyance. "So, like, twenty-eight?" A wider circle, but still inches away from Lex's dick.

Lex shoots out his hand, wedged in Justin's hair, tugs him over toward his dick. "Younger. Now get to it."

Justin smirks. It hurts, but not really, he thinks, in a bad way. "What happened to finesse?" But he's really not interested in banter and the whole point of this, the point, he thinks. He's lost the point because there's Lex's dick, hot, hard, wet pushed up against his cheek. He thinks, fuck it.

Lex doesn't move his hand, even after Justin starts licking but it's not as painful, it's more of a caress. Justin wonders if Lex just likes the feel of it, hair or something.

Finesse. Fucker. Justin keeps his mouth working, licks up and down and pumps the shaft with one hand, the other just everywhere. Everywhere. Such smooth skin, Justin's mouth stretched and wet. He likes the taste, he likes all of it. His favorite thing is the way Lex's cool melts, even if it's just a little. Quiet moans and the pulse of Lex's hands. Finesse.

And Justin knows the view is fine. Nothing like an ex-boyfriend with an obsession with mirrors. He lets his eyes flutter closed for a moment and then looks up. Yeah, watching. Lex is propped up on his elbows, mouth hanging open. It's a nice view for Justin, as well.

He braces his hands on Lex's hips and raises himself up. So he can get up on top of Lex's dick. Like that. He doesn't shake off Lex's hand. Then it's up, open his mouth and down, like a push-up, only sexier. Sounds ridiculous, but it's not ridiculous when Lex does that convulsive shudder and thrust up. His hand grips harder on Justin's head, pushing down. Hurts a little again and Justin could give a fuck.

Lex isn't quite as blasé as he appeared early because he comes, just like that. Justin keeps sucking until Lex stop shaking. Then Justin sits up, rubs his neck and smirks. "Finesse enough?"

Lex actually smiles, no irony or challenge behind it. It's pretty. Nice. He says, "Sure. Finesse enough." He scoots up and pulls up his pants.

Justin cracks his neck. He straightens up and thinks, now the bodyguards will need to talk to Lex, payoffs and all that. Working expenses, he supposes. But he looks at the limo and thinks maybe not. Maybe not worry about it. He says, "Look, no telling, okay?"

Lex says "Sure," and rubs at his mouth. "Sure."

He's sprawled in the corner of the seat, and his eyes narrow. "No telling," Lex says, "But." A long pause. Justin stares. "I'll remember for sure."

Justin scrambles out of the limo as fast as he can.

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