Two Wrongs
by Lancenerd


Two Wrongs
Sort of sequel to "Big Empty". Joey's married and yeah, whatever.


Thanks: coreopsis, joeynerd, chootoy, strandia and daraq

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The keys are in the ignition, swinging back and forth making a ticking sound as they bump against each other. I reach up to turn them, but put my hand down, folding it into the hand resting in my lap, playing with my ring. For the first time I notice that the walls of my garage are bare concrete. Why didn't I decorate the garage? The rest of the house is meticulously decorated to my exact specifications, how did I neglect this room?

I sigh and grip the steering wheel. I'm wasting time. I said I'd be over 'soon', which means, obviously, sooner than later, but a part of me doesn't think I should go. I think that part isn't very big, because I reach up and click the remote to the door opener and start the SUV.

Sarah McLaughlin comes on the radio, singing about wanting and needing and lust and I hit the brake. I'm halfway out of my garage. I can put the gear shift in drive, park the car, go inside and watch TV, or I can turn off the radio, back out onto the street, close the garage door and start driving, which is what I seem to be doing.

It's not that far to JC's house, I could actually walk or bike, or if Brianna was home, put her in her stroller and let her enjoy the great outdoors with me. Guilt stings my heart when I think of her, causing me to take a sharp breath. I'm a bad Daddy.

"This is so stupid," I say to myself as I pull up to a stop sign. JC's house is to the right and at the end of the next street, but I turn left through the gate and out onto the main road.

Sweat's making my hands slip on the steering wheel, and as I drive I'm finding that I have to keep wiping my palms on my jeans. I don't even know where I'm going, turning right here, left there, until I'm lost in my thoughts, and that's probably not a good thing while I'm driving.

My heart's getting a workout, jumping into my throat from alternating thoughts of guilt and lust. I'm probably going to have a heart attack before the day is through. Lust is winning, however, and my latest thought of JC's pink mouth sucking on my fingers is probably not a good thing. Especially if I run someone over.

I pull into a 7-11 parking lot and look at my watch. I've been driving for 40 minutes. I turn off the engine, breathe deep and try to quell my oh so obvious erection. A quick survey of the 7-11 tells me there are two city workers getting coffee, a kid out front with a Korn t-shirt smoking and a woman with curlers in her hair buying lottery tickets. There's also three magazines with my face on the cover in the neatly organized rack near the cash register. There are no teenaged girls in sight.

Quickly I get out of the SUV, buy a slurpee and am back in my vehicle before anyone can notice me and the bulge in my jeans. I take a sip and rest the cup in my lap, which cools my dick off somewhat. I sit there for a few minutes and play with the ring on my left hand, taking another deep breath.

There's something definitely fucked up about all these emotions I'm feeling. I'm not faithful to Kelly. That's a sad fact that's never going to change. I tried, I really did. Saying vows in front of God and everybody two months before Brianna was born scared the Catholic boy in me straight. Until we went on tour. A few weeks out on the road and I was taking girls back to my room. They never meant anything, they wanted to fuck someone famous, and I wanted release. Don't get me wrong, I felt like shit after each one, but it's not like Kelly and I were actually sharing a room at that time. The truth is I married her so I could give Brianna my name. I wanted to be her father one hundred percent.

So I fucked all these chicks on the road without a second thought and now I'm all uptight about going to see JC. What is it that makes me want to be so fucking noble now? Those girls, they didn't mean anything, it was just some chick wanting to fuck a guy in the band. But JC. He means something. Means a lot.

I suck on the slurpee, getting an instant brain freeze, which serves me right. A few minutes later, I'm back on the road and realize I'm not that far from home at all. Half an hour later, I'm at JC's house.

My heart skips a beat as I get out of the SUV and activate the alarm. I haven't had a coronary and God hasn't struck me dead on the spot, so that's a good sign.

JC opens the door, face flushed. We both know why I'm here. Morality's left outside as the door is shut behind me and I'm shoved up against the wall, his tongue in my mouth. I'm instantly hard and aching for him. No one on earth can evoke this sort of reaction from me. Only he can turn me into a whimpering mess with one look.

His mouth is all over my mouth, my face, my neck, while his hands run up under my shirt. It's frantic and fast and clothes are ripping, but they don't seem to come off. Finally my jeans are undone and JC pulls out my cock, stroking with determination, ignoring my pleas to stop, because I'm going to come any second.

He's leaning into me, his tongue down my throat, keeping me immobile against the wall and I'm more than willing to let it happen. A cry tries to leave my mouth as I come against him, soaking his t-shirt, which he strips off and uses to clean me with. He steps back and smiles that smile, the one he knows drives me insane with lust, then takes my hand and leads me through the living room toward the stairs at the back.

Somehow we detour down the hallway and end up in the bathroom, needing to kiss and touch each other again. I push JC up against the sink counter, digging my new erection into his, I don't even think I had lost the last one. Again, only JC can do this to me.

JC moans and then I'm sinking to my knees, pulling the loose cargo pants down with me. His cock is heavy and thick with blood, sticky fluid leaking from the tip. I press my face between his legs and inhale, my cock twitching as his scent envelops me. My tongue reaches out and runs across his balls and I hear him gasp as I rub my hair against his cock.

I pull back and start sucking him, the back of my tongue caressing the head of his cock. Fingers are in my hair, clenching and unclenching with the rhythm of my mouth. My own cock is aching again and I can barely hear him whimpering over my own loud pulse. With a final swipe of my tongue, I pull off and stand up.

He takes off my shirt, running his hands over my body, rubbing the places I like to be rubbed, licking and sucking the places that he knows drives me wild. Then he's rummaging in a drawer in the vanity and flings a box of condoms onto the counter. I don't see any lube, but there's a bottle of hand lotion nearby.

I take his face in my hands and just kiss him, just hold him against me, flesh against flesh, warm and smooth. The whorls of my fingerprints catch on his stubble, making a rasping sound. His tongue in my mouth is sweet and slick and it can't believe it's six long months since I've kissed him like this, because I'm a fool for letting this go. The reasons why sting my heart, but I push the guilt down to where it won't bother me right now. We kiss for what seems like an eternity until JC pulls back and looks at me, his eyes indigo, mouth red, tongue snaking out to moisten his lower lip.

He's rocking against me, digging his cock into my hip, silently telling me what he wants. I kiss him on the nose, but he doesn't have time to kiss me back, because I spin him around against the counter and lick from the base of his spine to his neck.

He tastes like salt and soap and something else, which is just uniquely JC that makes my stomach growl. My fingers are digging into him, opening him up and I'm licking between his shoulder blades, sucking on his skin. He's moving his hips and rocking against my fingers and I lick up to his ear then look in the mirror in front of me. He's looking down, biting his lip, fingers digging into the countertop, giving a little whimper every time he breathes out.

I close my eyes, it's been too long, I'm not going to make it if I keep looking at him. I put the condom on then reach over and pump out a few squirts of hand lotion on my hand. It's nice and cool on my cock, making me breathe out with relief.

My cock nudges past the tight ring of muscle and JC shifts his stance, arching his back and lifting his ass higher. Lightly I rub the patch of skin at the base of his spine as I dig deeper into him. He's whimpering louder, egging me on and finally says my name in that tone I know all too well. I pull out then shove back in with a grunt. It's so good, like cocaine or some other drug that makes you crave it more than often.

JC leans forward and starts grinding his hips against mine, digging my cock deeper and deeper into him. I speed up my pace, fucking him like I never have before. Reaching out, I grab his hair and pull his head back. He moans my name and chants 'yes' as I suck the skin on his neck, knowing there is going to be a huge mark when I'm done, but past caring. All that matters is right now and how I'm fucking JC and how he's moving his hips in only the way he can and god, it feels so good, it can't be wrong.

Again, I push the guilt down, angrier with myself for actually thinking during sex. I lean over JC's back and grunt into his ear as I pound into him. I'm going to have to say a million Hail Mary's for this.

When it's over, I put my head on his sweaty back and close my eyes, squeezing them shut not wanting this to end. JC twists his head and we're kissing again, I'm lost in his mouth, in him. . Deep down I know I should get the hell out of here, I should run away and never look back. I concentrate on kissing him and shut the thoughts out of my mind, resigned to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with him. No, this can't be wrong. Even if it isn't right.

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