It wasn't that Joey didn't get laid enough.
Dear God, it wasn't that Joey didn't get laid enough. If anything, Joey thought, tossing the bag on the bed, he got laid too much. Or well, no that wasn't right, since it was fucking heresy to even contemplate such a thought.
He got laid too much by the wrong people.
That was it. He tossed his jacket vaguely in the direction of the chair, kicking off his shoes. He liked sex. Loved it, even. He chuckled as he stripped off his shirt. He worked in sex the way others worked in oil. A true master at his craft.
But frankly there were times when it *was* work. He shimmied out of his pants, kicking them and his briefs aside. And there were times when he just wasn't up to the task.
He whistled a little as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed, picking and sorting through his purchases, trying to determine just what kind of mood he was in. He pushed aside assorted tubes of lube and a dildo that he had to show JC, size queen that he was.
He grinned, spinning the vibrator in his hand, plucking out a package of batteries from the mess on the bed. Oh yes. That would do nicely.
He settled back against the headboard, reaching over and turning off the light, letting the glow from the streetlights fill the room. It was always better this way. Not that he was ashamed of what he was doing, he'd gotten over that when he 12. But in the dark he could picture it better.
His hand fumbled on the bed for a moment, closing around a tube and he brought it up within easy reach. He fitted the batteries in quickly, fingers accumstomed to the familiar gestures.
Finally everything was set and Joey closed his eyes, letting his mind drift as he flicked on the vibe, just barely brushing it across his chest. He could picture it perfectly like this. Like this, spread out on the bed, eyes closed and darkness surrounding him, he could easily imagine that the strumming of his flesh was caused by Justin's long fingers expertly playing across his skin. He sucked in a breath, holding the image in his mind. Justin. Kneeling over him, eyes warm and bright, fingers trailing up his chest, plucking at his nipples.
Joey moved the vibrator up his body, sending it everywhere he knew Justin's hands would roam. He moaned a little in the back of his throat as the humming noise blended into his fantasy. In his mind the noise was the low purr Justin would give off as he settled more firmly against him, body hot and sweatslick, grinding lazily against his. Joey brought his other hand down, cupping his erection, hips pumping slightly.
Justin would rock against him for awhile, content with that and with sucking at Joey's throat, careful, ever so careful not to mark. But then the heat would crest over them suddenly and Justin would push up, staring down at Joey, hunger naked on his face.
Joey crooked a knee, shifting the toy to his other hand as he reached with shaky fingers for the tube. He pressed out a glob, ignoring that he'd have to change the sheets before he slept, then slicked up his hand, canting his hips up as he reached down.
Justin's fingers would be ever so slightly cool like this as they breached him. Joey pressed a finger inside, keeping his movements slow and sure. Cool then hot, burning hot, as Justin dragged it out, the anticipation making them both pant. Then another finger and he would crook and. Joey gasped as pleasure washed over him. He could hear Justin's low chuckle, see the grin on his face. Then one more and Joey would be ready so very very ready.
He worked his fingers free, reaching over and swiping up some more lube, then coating the vibrator, running his hand over it a few times to warm it. Nothing broke the illusion faster than the feel of cold plastic. When he felt it warm to his touch he eased it in, inch by slow inch, struggling to control his breathing. Not as good as Justin would be, but close. Nearly that same feeling of fullness which he longed for and only rarely got.
Joey gave himself up to sensation then, no longer consciously guiding his actions, instinct taking over. Push and pull and thrust and tilt it there, just right there. Right fucking there and that was it, that was what he needed. Pleasure, pure and simple and clean and he came, breath coming too fast to scream.
He came back to himself a few moments later and he flicked the vibrator off before pulling it out, nerves overstimulated. He blinked at the ceiling a few times, a smile dancing on his lips before he wiped his hands clean, leaning over the side of the bed to fumble for his pants.
Joey just managed to snag a leg before he fell out of bed and he fished his phone out of his pocket, doing some quick calcuations in his head. With any luck. . .
"Oh, hey, J, just thinking about you and wanted to say hi." He leaned back as Justin yipped excitedly in his ear, resting against the pillow, grinning into the night.