FOREVER YOUNG (ROCK VERSION)

"I feel like, we should talk," Chris said.

Justin stretched and rolled on his side. Naked and he looked like a centerfold, leaning his head on his hand. It oughta be illegal, Chris thought. Justin licked his lips and said, "Okay, what are we talking about?"

"Well," Chris said, frowning, waving at the rumpled bed, the space between them. "This. We were supposed to talk earlier."

Justin nodded a little and said, "You kissed me." He sounded almost indignant.

"Okay, yes," Chris said. "But I had a plan. The plan was kiss, talk, and then maybe sex. Not kiss, Justin puts his hand in my pants, sex, no talking." He'd had a plan. He'd thought about a long preface to the kiss, something that would include all the necessary disclaimers and then, before the kiss, something about exploring this new aspect, maybe, of their relationship. Then he'd decided Justin was a straightforward person and a kiss, with tongue, would say most of that. A kiss with tongue that was not the punch line of a joke. A straightforward kiss would effectively say to Justin that Chris wanted him naked.

Justin shrugged. "Are you complaining? Because you weren't before."

"I'm not complaining that you ruined my plan, no. But it was a good plan and therefore we should return to it now. Talking." Justin scooted closer and ran his hand down Chris's hip to his thigh. "Right, that's not talking, Justin."

Justin smiled. "Fire away, man."

"Okay. First off, I think it's important to state that I was not attracted to you when I first met you. And not really until last year or two. When you were, like, nineteen."

Justin nodded. "Me, too. I mean, when you were twenty-eight or something. I think, you know, most people? They just get more attractive as they get older. That's when they have character. And I don't, uh, mean that in some lame way, I mean seriously. Like, you know, the Indigo Girls? That song about 'every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face' -- like that."

Chris frowned. "Thanks, I think. But, you know, just to be clear. You at fourteen? Not hot to me. My feelings were more like, you know, 'May you grow up to be righteous/
May you grow up to be true/May you always know the truth/And see the lights surrounding you.' To quote Dylan, there. Just, you know, not sexy things."

Justin grinned. "Okay, I am pleased to know you aren't attracted to fourteen year olds. Count me relieved over here. Not that I thought you were before, but, now I rest assured."

"You're making fun of me? You think I'm funny?" Chris shook his head. "I'm just trying to make sure you're not lying awake at night, wondering about it later, tormented by these things."

Justin rolled his eyes. His hand had gone from Chris's hip to somewhere lower, and yeah, was wrapped around Chris's dick. Justin had big hands, and Chris had already gained an all new appreciation of them. Justin said, "I think I'll be lying in bed wondering why Chris is still talking when I'm about to give him a blowjob."

Justin moved quicker than Chris had expected and replaced his hand with his mouth. Which was fucking awesome in a way that should definitely be illegal. Chris managed to say, "I don't think you'll ever be wondering that, J."

Justin muttered "shut up," and inhaled deeply. He smirked and then Chris blinked and when he opened his eyes, Justin's nose was almost against Chris's stomach and. Fuck. Fuck, Justin had some skills. Chris gripped Justin's head, wished for the curls again because he could not get purchase, and thrust up and up anyway. Justin was really good at this. Like, bright stars behind Chris's eyes and Justin sucked like a pro. Chris came and Justin flopped on his back and wiped his mouth. Justin panted a little and said, "Okay. Right, we were talking."

"Yeah, and you went and broke my chain of thought." Chris sighed.

"You're an annoying boyfriend, man." Justin crawled back up so his head was next to Chris's.

"Boyfriend? Don't you think you're rushing that a little? We've had sex once. Maybe twice, but that was all in, like, one three hour interval. Now we're dating?"

Justin rolled his eyes again. "Right, we've been friends for seven years, man. Since, like, you were thinking Bob Dylan warm fatherly thoughts about me and I was, uh, shorter. Now we've had sex and do we really have to go through some weird thing where we say 'we're just dating' or 'no, it's not serious' because you need a timeline? Do we need to go to the movies or something and I can pretend I don't know all about your family and how you grew up and shit?"

"You're being difficult." Chris slapped Justin's butt. "Stop that, you know what I mean."

"Can you slap me again? That was kinda hot." Justin moved a little closer and Chris could feel how hard Justin was. Fucking distracting.

"No. Look, we've settled the 'I'm not a skeevy pervert' thing, we still need to talk about how this changes our relationship. And I'm adding your weird sexual needs to the list."

"Okay, dude, enjoying a light slap doesn't even qualify as weird in this band, in this world. Have you ever talking to JC about sex?" Justin somehow edged closer, and they were pressed against each other from shoulder to foot. Chris's foot, anyway. Stupid tall Justin.

"Right, can we get back to the point?" Chris sighed and didn't move away.

"Uh. Right, I'm not weird. Once we were friends. We have a strong foundation with our previous close friendship. Now we add hot monkey lovin' to the list, and of course, I'm not an idiot, I know. This could, uh, get complicated. But, hm. Right, your concerns are?"

"You've summed them up nicely. I'm not an idiot for wanting to get these things out there." Chris felt a weird sense of dislocation. He'd figured, when putting together his plan, that he would be the smart one. The experienced one. Not that he didn't know that Justin had done some stuff. But Chris was the older one here. "Right, like, okay, your attraction here, it's not about me being a father figure here, right?"

Justin snorted. He bent his head and started licking Chris's neck. Then he stopped and said, "I have two father figures. Not in the least interested in licking either of their necks. Yours on the other hand..."

"Okay, good," Chris said. Chris's traitorous hand was already rubbing Justin's back and even scratching a little. Justin made a noise like he was purring. "So, yeah, we've covered that." Chris paused to catch his breath. Damn Justin and his stupid tongue and his licking. "I'm not your boyfriend. Yet."

Justin had licked his way down to Chris's chest and he looked up from Chris's nipple. Chris thought he was showing inhuman strength, because, fuck, that had felt nice. "Can you, uh, is there a set number of times we need to do this before you're my boyfriend? Some like, uh, level of intimacy? Cause I've already met your mom and she loves me. And my parents love you. And all our friends like us. And I think I know all your deep dark secrets. So, just give me a guide, here?"

"Do you think your parents will love me as much when I'm your boyfriend?"

"My mom said last week that she'd be happier if I were dating you instead of Britney. You, specifically." Justin smirked. "You think your mom would object to me as your boyfriend?" Chris thought about the way his mom had urged him to do it when he mentioned last week, as a joke, he was planning to hit on Justin. He didn't say anything.

Justin dipped his head down and bit a little at Chris's nipple. And licked again. And his damn hand, gripping Chris's butt. Fuck. "Okay, okay, you win, you're my boyfriend. Like, now."

Justin sat up and spread Chris's legs and sat between them. "If everything's settled now, can we quit talking? Cause, you know, I'm thinking about fucking my hot, older boyfriend who I in no way view as a father figure sometime around now. Does that work for you?"

Chris said, "I'll shut up," and spread his legs wider.

THE END.

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