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I would help you but I can't get my justin jacking off story out at all.

Your icon....mayb I see the original pic?

I could write you something over AIM...

<-- shameless

god yes. you know you're in a bad space when even Tobey Maguire in the Spidey costume is starting to look good. Springtime, here we come!

Are you still around and in the mood for porn? I could probably give you something. allensama19 on aim.

sometimes you just need somebody to write you some hot boyfucking, y'know?

ROFL - I want this on a t-shirt!

Hey, I was in kind of a porny mood as well, so I dressed up an outtake from something for you. I was never going to use it in anything, but I kind of like it. It's not exactly what you were asking for, but I hope you like it. I'm gonna kind of spam your lj with it, so I hope you do, anyway :)

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Justin laughed when Chris said it, which was his big mistake. He'd thought it was a joke, and maybe it was when Chris said it, but then Justin laughed, and Chris' eyes narrowed, and he said, "You think I'm kidding? I'm not kidding," and it wasn't a joke anymore.

Justin thought the smart move might be to just ignore it, so he pressed up against Chris and licked his neck, and he thought it had worked when Chris turned him around and shoved him up against the wall. He whimpered happily when he felt Chris' hot breath on his shoulder.

Then Chris' arm reached over and opened the door, and Chris said, low, "Go on now," and Justin wasn't sure what the smart move would have been, but he knew it wasn't what he'd done.

"Chris," he said, "there could be people out there." Then he glanced at the door and lowered his voice for the benefit of those people that might be out there. "Chris, they might see."

Chris eased back a little, enough so that Justin could turn to face him. "Chris, the guys could come out. And Lonnie's sitting right there. I can't – I don't want to –"

"Oh, I think you want to," Chris said. He ran a hand hard over the front of Justin's pants, and Justin thrust against Chris' palm before he could stop himself. Chris laughed. "Yeah, you want to. And if you don't, well, you can just go on into your room and sleep there tonight. It's up to you. Go on now."

"Chris," Justin whispered. "Chris, people might see." Chris just didn't understand.

"Yeah," Chris said. "Yeah, I know," and Justin's stomach twisted with the knowledge that Chris understood a little too well.

"Chris," Justin tried one last time, "it's not just the guys, or Lonnie. Somebody else could – what if somebody from the hotel or something comes up in the elevator?"

"I guess you just better hope I open this door fast then," Chris said. "Although I'm warning you. The longer you keep me waiting, the longer I'll keep you waiting."

"Chris," Justin whined.

"You're keeping me waiting," Chris said, and pushed Justin out the door.

Justin watched as the door was closed firmly in his face. He snuck a look down the hallway. Except for Lonnie, who was sitting by the elevator flipping through a magazine, it was deserted. But it wasn't really that late – he could hear the sound of the TV in Joey's room. Anyone could come out and catch him. He thought for a minute about doing what Chris had said, going back to his own room and sleeping there. But Chris held grudges, more than held them, cradled them and bounced them on his lap and sung them to sleep at night. Chris was more than capable of cutting Justin off for days for something like this, for a week, even, and Justin wasn't like Chris. Justin wasn't old. Justin couldn't wait that long. Justin had needs.

Besides, Justin thought as he bit his lip and looked up and down the hallway again, Chris had been right. He kind of wanted to.

"Justin," Lonnie said, and Justin jerked in surprise and hit his head on the door. He pulled back quickly, hoping Chris hadn't mistaken that for a knock. He didn't want to think about what Chris would do if he opened the door and found Justin like this. "Justin, did you need something?"

"Um, no," Justin said, keeping his eyes on the door in front of him. "No, I'm cool. Um, thanks, though."

"Okay," Lonnie said, in his "I work for crazy people, but they seem like harmless crazy people" voice. "If you do, just holler."

"Right," Justin said. "Sure, right." He thought about going into his room and grabbing a CD or something, or going to get ice, pretending that was why he came out here. But he didn't want to risk Chris getting impatient and opening the door and finding him gone. Besides, he thought with a shiver that was dread, he decided, definitely not anything other than dread, doing those things would be wasting time, and he remembered what Chris said about keeping him waiting. He was keeping Chris waiting now.

Justin rubbed one foot against the other, but his shoes were tied too tightly to slip off. He bent over and untied them, then pulled them off and lined them up neatly next to the door. He looked at them regretfully. They were nice sneakers, new sneakers, and he wasn't crazy about the idea of just leaving them out here all night. Anybody could come by and grab them. Anybody could come by, he thought, and he felt that same shiver creep down his spine. It wasn't dread.

Justin toed off his socks and shoved them to the side, stood barefoot in the thick soft hotel carpet. He fisted a hand in his shirt and studied the door again. He was acutely aware of the sounds of a laugh track coming from Joey's room, accompanied by the murmur of voices. At least two voices, which meant that not only was Joey awake, but someone else was, too. Someone who might be leaving for his own room sometime soon. He heard Lonnie turn a page and mumble to himself.

He tugged at the hem of his shirt. This was harder than the shoes and socks. After all, taking them off still qualified as slightly weird behavior, maybe a little crazy but harmless crazy. Losing the shirt, though, seemed like crossing a line. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the door. It was hard to tell, even in the hush of the hallway, but he thought he could hear Chris in the room, standing right where Justin had left him. Waiting for him. Being kept waiting.

Justin pulled the shirt over his head in one swift motion, feeling the worn cotton sweep over his skin, feeling it leave him. He dropped the shirt on top of his shoes and crossed his arms over his chest, then dropped them to his sides. He was being silly. He walked around without a shirt on all the time, they all did, walked around with even less on than he was wearing, in towels or boxers. This was nothing. It wasn't weird at all.

Okay, the pile of clothes next to him was maybe a little weird, and Justin bent over and fiddled with it for a minute, folding his shirt up neatly next to his shoes, then shaking it out and draping it over them, but there was no way to disguise them, nothing to hide them behind in the empty hallway. He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest again, then let one hand drop to the buttons on his jeans.

He heard Lonnie laugh and blushed hotly. Don't be stupid, he told himself, he's not laughing at you. He's not even paying attention. There's just something funny in his magazine. Then Lonnie said softly, "Fucking Kirkpatrick, man," and Justin tried to convince himself that Lonnie was reading Chris' latest interview in J-14, but it didn't work. He felt his flush spreading, burning down his neck and lower, and he blushed harder when he realized Lonnie could see it.

Justin thought briefly about grabbing his clothes and running for his room, but he'd already embarrassed himself with Lonnie. It seemed like a waste. Besides, he told himself, he didn't want to run away. He wanted this. He flipped open one button, then two, then the third. He wanted this. Justin pushed his jeans and boxers down.

He hadn't thought it was cold in the hallway, no colder than in the room, so there was no reason why his skin should tingle and prickle with shivers as he bared it, no reason why he should gasp in surprise at the air-conditioned chill, no reason why he should be so suddenly and painfully hard. His jeans tangled around his knees, and he had to put one hand against the door and twist his hips a little as he pushed them down, not thinking about the noises leaking through Joey's door, not thinking about Lonnie laughing behind him. The shimmy combined with the not thinking made him harder.

Justin kicked free of his jeans, finally, finally, and stood up straight and knocked on the door. The sound was loud in the quiet hallway, and Justin looked around quickly to see if any other doors were opening, then restrained himself from knocking again right away. He didn't need to call more attention to himself.

The door didn't open.

Justin leaned in toward the door, the surface cool and smooth against his skin, and listened for Chris' footsteps. He didn't hear anything. That didn't mean anything, though, Chris could be standing there, right there, on the other side, ready to open the door any second now. Justin pulled back so he wouldn't fall into the room when Chris let him in.

The door didn't open.

Justin shifted on his feet, folded his arms, rocked back and forth a little, feeling panic rise in him, panic and a sudden desperate need. Wait, he told himself sternly, be patient, there was nothing to panic about, he was just standing here bare-assed in front of Chris' door, waiting for Chris to open it up and pull him inside and fuck him senseless. That was all.

Somehow that thought didn't help with either the panic or the need.

Justin knocked again, carefully, trying to be loud enough so that Chris would hear his urgency but not so loud that anyone else would hear it. When the door still didn't open, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He tried to empty his mind, stop thinking, just live in the moment, the way one of his meditation tapes told him to do in stressful situations. It hadn't been talking about this situation specifically, but Justin thought the advice still applied.

He tried to picture himself on a balmy deserted beach. It was hard, though, when there was carpet beneath his feet instead of sand, and cool filtered air swarming over him instead of warm sunlight, and Lonnie's low laughter instead of the slap and ripple of waves.

Justin gave up on the beach. Instead, he concentrated on the feel of the carpet beneath his feet, thick and soft and comforting. He concentrated on the way the air made him quiver, made his skin feel sharp and silvery and alive. Even Lonnie's laugh could sound pleasant if he stopped thinking about it as laughter and just concentrated on the sound, the deep dark brown rumble of it. This was okay. This was working. He was in the moment. He was calm. He was peaceful. He was –

The elevator made a suspicious sound, then another, and Justin jumped and shot a nervous look down the hallway. He was about to tell himself that he was just imagining things when Lonnie's chuckle cut off. Lonnie stood up and started to walk toward the elevator.

Justin started banging on the door, heedless of the noise. He didn't care if the guys heard him and looked out, he'd rather be caught by them than whoever was coming up in that elevator. He slammed his palm down again and again. He heard a soft musical "ding," and he was just about to start howling Chris' name when the door opened and Chris yanked him inside.

Once in the room, Justin stood breathless and panting. Chris looked him up and down. The bastard was laughing. He grabbed Chris' shoulders and kissed him, hard and fast. Chris shoved him back, still kissing him, then pulled away and turned Justin around, pressing him against the wall, just where he'd started, just where he wanted to be.

"I didn't think you'd do it," Chris mumbled, his hands moving over Justin's sides, his stomach, making him squirm and arch. "Thought you'd chicken out, thought I'd have to come and find you." His hands moved lower. "You got balls, baby," he said, and squeezed Justin's lightly. Justin whimpered happily.

Chris reached over and closed the door.

Ohmigod. OH my god. OH MY GOD!!!!

Jae! You're the wonderfullest sweetest creature! That was...muh. You know my penchant for hot!sub!Justin and disciplinaryChris, and this just...oh my. In the *hall*! With Lonnie right there! Oh, Chris is a cruel man, but he's right--Justin wants it, yo. And if he's prepared to do this kind of thing to get it, then he deserves it.

Squeeeee! Timbertrick porn, just for meeeee! Thank you thank you thank you and other incoherent squeals of joy! *snug*

Glad you liked it, honey :)

But Chris held grudges, more than held them, cradled them and bounced them on his lap and sung them to sleep at night.

Ow, that burns! Lovely, hot, what-is-going-to-happen-next tension; I kept thinking Justin would give in (although the fabulous line above provides reason why he wouldn't). Loved Lonnie's "I work for crazy people" attitude, and how embarrassingly closely Chris cut things. This sizzles.

oh, Jae. i am late for work! and thank you.

Ack! That was fantastic!

holy shit. and um....yum. and yeah. i haven't drunk my usual 10 cups of coffee yet so i'm more incoherent than usual, but woah. that was wonderful. i was picturing it in my head as i read it, and yeah, i'm typing this from the floor right now.

[waves]

man, if i whine in my LJ, will you write porn for me? heh.

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