Chris thought that generally he was a decent person. He loved his family, tried to make his friends happy and was a responsible pet owner. There were nights, however, when he was quite sure that he was going to hell.

He'd thought about ear plugs, but he wasn't cool with missing stuff. Other stuff, that might be important. He'd gone far enough to actually purchase a white noise machine, but JC'd bitched long and hard, something that he rarely did. When JC complained people listened, just because he could sustain a whine like none other.

Chris was inclined to like JC at the moment, however, because if he got down with himself in the privacy of his bunk, no one was ever the wiser. Unlike Justin, who was currently making the prettiest little whimpers, tiny sounds that felt like they were connected directly to Chris's cock.

He wasn't going to peek through his curtain, not at all, until Justin made a sound somewhere between a hum and a moan, soft of course, but he seemed incapable of coming silently. Chris knew that he was going to hell for wondering how loudly he could possibly make Justin scream if his hands and his mouth were allowed free rein.

He closed his eyes and pictured tiny smirking devils with short curly hair poking him with pitchforks for thinking of his little buddy like that. Then he peeked at Justin's bunk, half hoping that he was buried underneath the blankets, but Satan was laughing at him somewhere.

Justin was sprawled out on his back, boxers kicked off, his tank top riding up, skin creamy and Chris knew about the muscle definition there, but right then Justin looked soft and delectable like some sort of toffee delicacy. Then he arched, his stretching and his mouth opening in a pretty round circle and Chris ached and slid his hand down and came just like that, without making a sound as Justin made enough noise for both of them.

He was moving back into the depths of his bunk when Justin rolled onto his side, opening sleepy, satisfied eyes and caught Chris's eyes. Chris was ready to babble apologies, or pretend that nothing had happened, until Justin smiled at him and licked his lips.

There were no words, so Chris flipped over, punching his pillow and pretending like he was really quite close to sleep, thank you very much. He wasn't thinking about Justin's lips, or the way he made little 'mmm' sounds when he came.

Now their angel boy has gone astray

Chris thought that he might have fallen asleep somewhere about two hours before he had to wake up. In his early morning daze, he forgot that he was supposed to be embarrassed and awkward around Justin, so he plopped down next to him at their table and grabbed for the coffee.

Justin smiled at him, just a little, and ate another spoonful of cereal. There was blessed quiet, broken only by Justin's crunching and the clink of his spoon in the coffee mug. They both heard JC's bunk creaking, his feet hitting the ground, and Justin looked right at Chris, almost wide awake and said "Sorry if I kept you up last night."

Chris thought that it was probably only his imagination that Justin stressed the word 'up' in that sentence. He was ready to discourse on the very good, very deep sleep that he'd had the night before, when Justin leaned in, ran a quick, light hand up his leg and licked his earlobe.

"Let me know if I can make it up to you."

And Chris closed his eyes and knew that he was going straight to hell, when JC walked into the room and he was still hard and aching inside his shorts, wondering just what the fuck was going on.

He leaned in and whispered in Justin's ear, "Dude. What the fuck."

Justin just smiled, blandly.

Chris squirmed,eyes wide with shock, hissing. "You can't just fucking tease people, Infant."

Justin kept smiling. "I don't tease." He jiggled his chair until he was pressed up right against Chris. "It was hot knowing you were watching me. I liked it."

Chris was never so happy to hear JC's babble in his life, scooting his chair closer and pretending really hard that he cared about some jazz singer and not the way Justin was staring out into space, the corners of his mouth turned up just the tiniest bit.

Have we lost our wings?

Chris hoped like hell that night wouldn't come. Not when Justin spent most of the day draped over him like some sort of mutated and overpriced fake fur. He couldn't keep his hands from dipping into the curls, intending to tug but instead threading through each one, petting just to hear the delighted hum deep in Justin's throat.

When he checked his watch and it was 1 am and Justin was sitting there pretending to watch television, but really watching him, he figured it was best just to brazen it out. JC had been sleeping for hours, and he could bluff anything that Justin threw at him, just so long as he could crawl into his bunk and bring himself off afterward.

He slid to his feet. "Night, Jup."

Justin smiled at him. "I'm coming to bed too." He stretched as he stood, t-shirt riding up just enough so that Chris could see the sharp arch of his hipbones. "I'm feeling a little. Tense."

Chris sucked a breath in and prayed to God for willpower, for some sort of grace.

Justin padded toward him, bare feet making no sound as he brushed against Chris on his way into the other room. He turned backward, suddenly expressionless. "Coming?"

Chris wanted to nod, wanted to say "Yes, please. Now, please." but instead he just followed quietly, slipping out of his clothes and into his own bunk. He listened for Justin to strip and get into bed, but there was no noise but JC's snoring.

He peeked around the curtains and Justin was just standing there, back to Chris, slumped and smaller than he'd seemed all day. He finally shrugged and pulled off his pants and his t-shirt, turning abruptly and catching Chris again.

It felt like deja vu, and Chris was ready to say something, anything to make the strange look on Justin's face go away, but Justin's mouth was twisting into something that almost looked like a smile but just wasn't. He looked Chris right in the eye. "Not interested?"

Chris wondered whether it was worse to want Justin or to make him look like that, and concluded that yes, yes, both options ensured that he was going to hell, and he might as well enjoy the ride. One quick glance upward, to make sure JC really was sleeping and he was out of his bunk, and kissing Justin, right there in the aisle between the bunks.

Justin was whimpering into his mouth and the hands that were driving him crazy all day were suddenly cupping his ass and pulling him closer, and the hips that *always* knew just how to move were arching against him.

Chris pulled on Justin's arm, dragging him back outside the sleeping area. When Justin raised an eyebrow, not saying a word, Chris grinned and then gave in and laughed. "This is fucked beyond all reason, beyond all comprehension even, but if I can make you scream I want to hear it."

Justin licked red and swollen lips and asked "What if I make you scream instead?"

There was no real answer to that, so Chris settled for yanking him down to the floor and stripping the rest of his clothes off. He thanked God for ignoring his earlier prayers and kissed Justin again, wondering when the hell he got good enough at kissing that there was every possibility of him coming in his pants if Justin would just lick at the corner of his mouth just like that or grab his ass again.

Pulling back, hands swiping down Justin's body, loving the way those eyelashes fluttered shut, blue eyes darker, and his hips twitched just a little, even though Chris's hands were inexplicably holding them down. He closed his eyes, and leaned down, licking just a little bit, and yeah, he could make Justin whimper, just like that. When he started sucking, hands busily smoothing and stroking and cupping, he thought that moving this little party out of the bunk area was a good idea, since Justin liked to talk.

There were bits of "Fuck yeah" and "My fucking god, your fucking mouth" and he pulled back and said "Fuck me" once and again, when Chris just blinked. Chris thought that "Fuck me" were quite possibly his favourite of all the words that Justin might have said.

"Um. Um." And Chris couldn't really think of what to say, wondering what exactly Justin was thinking. "You, um. Sure?" as his fingers skated over Justin's ass, seemingly having a mind of his own. "We need..." And Justin was shoving a tube at him.

There was a question in his eyes, he knew it and Justin shrugged, angelic in his fake innocence. "I come prepared." Chris blessed Justin's calculating nature, and his fingers were suddenly busy, as he learned that Justin really did want it, quite badly in fact, teeth raking his lips as he wiggled back, hot and tight and it was almost too much to really register.

When Justin grabbed the stuff and those fucking hands were slicking Chris up, he thought that it was worth the day of hell. When he was spread out on top of Justin, slowly sinking into him, watching the expressions on Justin's face, he knew it was worth anything, because Justin was hot and moving so sweetly that Chris had to close his eyes and not look or risk ending it all right there.

When they were moving together, slippery and perfectly rhythmic, Chris thought that Justin should get more credit for good ideas. When he trailed a hand down Justin's stomach just to watch his abs quiver, when he wrapped a hand around Justin's cock and watched his eyes clench shut as he came that quickly, mumbling again, Chris thought that this was in fact a very good idea. Then he was moving, harder now, and when he came, Chris thought that Justin maybe deserved some sort of award for the best idea ever.

Justin pulled him down to kiss the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Sleep with me?"

Chris thought it was funny, whispering now, after all the noise they made, but he nodded as they stumbled back into the other room. When he fell asleep tucked under Justin's arm, he thought that if this was hell, he'd take it over heaven any day.

~end~