// movie night //

"Get me another beer while you're up?" Joey's slouched comfortably on the couch, half-watching whatever crappy movie JC picked out earlier. He has no clue what the plotline is, or even if it has a plot. There hasn't been nearly enough explosions or car chases to keep his attention focused for too long, and JC has been not-so-helpfully pointing out the little nuances in the script that apparently signify some deep hidden meaning. Joey figures if there's no explosions or even a hint of a car chase in the next five minutes, the movie is history and he's putting on the porn channel instead.

In fact -he reaches for the remote control- he might just do that now while JC's out of the room. It's not like JC will even notice...not if Joey tells him the naked women are just another nuance in the script. He figures he'd better practise saying nuance out loud, so it doesn't sound quite so slurred. Nuance. Nu-ance. Nuuuuuu--

"Catch!"

"What the-- fucking hell, C...ow!" Joey rubs his chest where the can of beer JC tosses at him from the doorway hits. "Now it's gonna be all....foamy and shit," he adds mournfully. "You know I hate that."

JC flops down on the couch beside Joey and pulls the tab off the can he has in his hand. "Get over it." He takes a swallow of the beer, then peers at the tv. "Joey-- "

"Nuance!" shouts Joey, louder than he meant to, and he kinda meant to add some other words in there too, but damn it, he's in pain and can't think of everything at once. "The breasts...they're...um. They mean...they represent...." Oh great. Now he's waving his arms about just like JC.

Who Joey suspects might just realise that this is no longer the movie they were supposed to be watching.

JC slugs Joey in the arm. "You suck," he says cheerfully, taking another drink.

"No," says Joey, absently rubbing his arm, "the movie you chose is what sucks. That is why I've turned to porn to ease my pain." He pulls the tab on the can in his hand, and grimaces as it suddenly sprays beer everywhere. "Oh...shit. I forgot about--"

"Dude!" JC tries to scramble to his feet, but gets tangled in his own legs and lands with a surprised ooof! on Joey's lap. "Okay," he adds, sounding slightly stunned. "That didn't go quite as planned."

Joey, still holding the offending can in one hand, slaps the other hand down on JC's ass with a resounding thwack. "That," he says, poking JC in the ribs, "is payback."

JC wriggles a little, but doesn't attempt to move. "Payback? For what? I don't-- hey!" Joey's hand comes down firmly on his ass again, and this time Joey can feel him try to squirm backwards so he can sit up. He doesn't get far, because Joey's hand is now pressed flat against his back, holding him in place. JC breathes in deeply, and makes a supreme effort to move, but only succeeds in giggling helplessly. "Joey. I...uh...c'mon. Let me up."

Thwack. A little harder this time, and damn, that has to sting. JC's biting his lip, and tries to catch his breath. "Joey--"

"That one was for the movie," says Joey, "and really, I'm letting you off lightly. That was a bad movie."

JC frowns. "It wasn't that--"

Thwack.

Because really, Joey kinda hated the movie.

"There's no need to spank me," JC protests, and is answered by another stinging thwack. "Goddamn it, Joey--"

"Hurts, huh?" says Joey, and JC kinda wriggles a little, which could mean yes or no. Joey's not entirely sure. "But you kinda like it too, right?"

JC twists his head round so he can see Joey's face. Joey tries to hide his smirk, but fails, his hand still firmly pressed against JC's back, holding him down. "I do not like it, you freak."

Joey leans down, and flicks his tongue along JC's ear, lightning-fast. "Do too. I can feel how much." JC's dick, pressed into his thigh, and Joey wonders if JC can feel how hard he is, too.

"Oh...that." JC blushes, drops his head, and his next words are muffled. "Um. That was from...from the porn."

"Liar." Thwack.

Okay, Joey's pretty sure he does like it. It has to sting like hell, but JC's arching up into his hand each time, his breath hitching, his body tensed, waiting. Joey gently massages his ass, and JC sighs and wriggles a little, and the friction of his cock rubbing from where he's lying across Joey's lap is pretty damn good. Joey feels his toes curling. "Yeah," JC breathes, and Joey chuckles softly, before placing another stinging slap across JC's ass.

"For the beer," Joey says, his voice is low, quiet. Intense. The realisation that JC's turned on sends a twist of desire spiking through his belly. JC rolls his hips against Joey's thighs, moaning softly. Joey can feel the heat from JC's skin shimmer across the palm of his hand as he presses him down, holds him in place. Another slap of his hand across JC's ass and when JC gasps and arches, Joey can feel it too, thick heat centered in his dick.

"Fuck," he whispers, moving his hips again, rocking up as JC thrusts against Joey's thighs, and Joey uses his hand to press him back down on every upward move, fingertips gently moving against JC's skin. It's awkward, but there's no way he's stopping now. He doesn't think he could even if he wanted to.

"Again?" Joey growls, and JC nods, grinding his cock into Joey's lap, his lip caught between his teeth in concentration.

Thwack!- and Joey curves his hand over JC's ass, cupping it through the fabric of his pants, massaging the sting, spreading the burn. Thwack! - again, and JC's   twisting, moving frantically against Joey. "C'mon," Joey hisses, matching JC's rhythm, needing to keep up that friction because it feels so good. JC stills for a moment, his breath caught, and then he's shuddering, growling low and urgent, wet heat spreading against Joey's thighs, and that's all it takes. One, two more thrusts and Joey's head is filled with silver sparks and he's coming helplessly, JC still grinding hard into his thighs, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and not caring at all that he's just ruined a perfectly good pair of pants.

"Wow," he says when he can speak again, when his breathing has steadied enough and his heart isn't hammering in his chest. "I mean. Wow."

JC sits up slowly, looking at Joey and grinning inanely. "That good, huh?"

"Yeah." He leans over to kiss JC, fingers twining in his hair. "That good."

JC grins. "Does that mean we can watch the rest of the movie now?"

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