Bedroom Privileges

It had been a productive studio Session, JC decided as he listened to the playback. The guys had even made mention of how loose and focused he was. He could scarcely tell them that a night of hot sex had done the trick!

Clare…

He glanced at his watch. One-fifty-two in the morning. She’d be asleep and probably wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed. She was more a child of the daylight – when he was recording, he tended to be a night owl. He’d have to get away to see her at least once a week, he promised himself. Clare’s light demeanor and receptive body was something he needed to keep him human. He’d needed it before – and hadn’t known it.

The soundman tapped JC’s shoulder and pointed to his cellphone. Removing his earphones, he picked it up. “JC.”

“Heya, handsome!” came Clare’s weary voice

“Babe, what are you doing up?”

“Red-eye to NYC. I got an emergency call-out. Just got into Kennedy.”

“You must be whipped. It’s two here and five there.”

“Tell me about it. Listen, I just wanted to tell you I wouldn’t be home for a few days. If you want to crash at my place, I’m cool with it, but no nookie.”

JC laughed. “I can sleep in my own bed and get no nookie!” He could almost hear her smile over the connection. “Call me when you get back, honey. We’ll see about having some fun when you get back.”

“Okay. Want anything from the Big Apple?”

“Only you when you get back.”

“The trouser snake won’t know what hit him,” she assured him.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I gotta go, baby. See you soon.”

“Take care of yourself, Clare.” Ringing off, JC found all eyes on him. “What?”

“New girlfriend?” the soundman asked.

Clare wasn’t his girlfriend, not really. That indicated romantic entanglements, which Clare didn’t want. They were friends with bedroom privileges. “Umm…not exactly. Clare is my friend.”

A week and a half later, Clare called with the news she was finally coming home. JC took inventory of her refrigerator, went shopping and restocked it. She was going to be too tired to shop for herself. He then waited for her late that night at the airport. She looked worn and tired. With his arm firmly around her, they retrieved her luggage and went to his car.

“You look beat, honey,” he commiserated as he headed toward her beach house.

“You should have let me take a cab, JC. I am just gonna crawl into bed.”

“Clare, we are friends.”

She smiled wearily. “You’re a nice man, Mr. Chasez.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

At her house, Clare climbed to the loft, took a shower and fell into bed. JC joined her a moment later, wearing pajama pants. Taking her into his arms, he let her snuggle against him.

“G’night, baby,” she murmured.

“Night, honey girl.”

Clare’s body was on east coast time. She woke at five am west coast time; her internal clock thinking it was eight. JC was firmly pressed against her back. He didn’t seem to know how to stay on his side of the big bed. She couldn’t fault him, dear man that he was. No one else had ever sought to make her homecoming this easy for her. No one had ever watched at the airport. She wasn’t used to the caring; she had learned young to be independent. She supposed she had to call him ‘friend’ – a lover would have expected intimacy, kisses and lovemaking. JC had kissed her forehead at the airport upon her arrival. That had been it.

Carefully, she turned to face him. She studied his face. Long, dark eyelashes lay fanned against his cheeks, shuttering his beautiful blue eyes. His nose, slightly too large for his face, kept him from being ‘girl’ pretty. His sharp cheekbones defined his face, a testament to his male beauty. His mouth – ah, those lips she had wanted to kiss at first sight. She decided his mouth was perfect for kissing. JC Chasez had a beautiful face; there were no other words for it…

And apparently he could sleep though a bomb blast! She mused. She had been staring at him and he hadn’t awakened, had no sense she was there. She would have been squirming under such close scrutiny – she would have felt it in her sleep. Raising a hand, she ran her fingers through his dark hair. He purred like a well-contented big cat but slept on. She pressed kisses along his jaw on the way to his ear. “JC…” she whispered. “Wanna wake up and play?”

JC shifted, coming slowly out of slumber. Clare. That was the first thing he was aware of. Clare was with him. Blinking his eyes open, he found her face on the pillow next to his. “Hey, baby girl.” His voice was husky with sleep.

“Hi.”

He stretched, noticing the pink tinges on the horizon out the window. “What time is it?” he asked on a yawn.

“A little after five.”

“AM?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re gonna have to come back to Cali time, honey.” He stroked her hair back from her eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Horny.” She gave him an impish grin.

JC laughed, waking fully. “Yeah, it’s kinda hard to do the horizontal tango when we’re on opposite coasts.”

“I don’t do these trips often, but when I do…” She shrugged. “They are a pain in the ass.”

‘I know that feeling.”

“I just bet you do.”

Pushing the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder, he caressed the soft flesh with his lips before traveling up the side of her neck. “Want me to do something about ‘horny’?” he whispered, tugging on her ear lobe.

“Yes, please.”

He made short work of her gown and she readily came against him. JC didn’t know what to expect. It was only there second time being together. The first time was almost a competition; Clare had wrestled him for top spot. This time she let him lead. Soft nibbling kisses lead to deeper, hungrier kisses as their tongues met and danced. Their hands caressed and fondled each other’s bodies anxiously.

“You’re wearing to much,” Clare complained, pouting teasingly.

With an economy of movements, he eliminated his pants and reached into the bedside drawer for a condom. He was ready when he returned to the bed. “Better?”

“Much.” She smiled as she urged him over her.

“Now?”

“Mmm…hmm…”

“But, honey, I just—“

“I thought of little else on the way home. How big and wonderful you feel…how hot and filling…”

Nudging her legs ever farther apart, he lowered himself into her slowly. He loved the look on her face. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back and bit her lower lip. Now he recognized it for what it was – pure enjoyment.

“Mmm…” she purred as he filled her completely.

“Honey, girl, you’re good for my ego,” he muttered as he pulled out slowly and glided back in.

“It isn’t your ego I’m enjoying.”

He was grinning when she opened her eyes.

“Hi, JC.”

“Hiya, Clare.”

“Not to complain, because this feels wonderful…Could you get a move on?”

JC laughed, then was thrusting hard and fast. He felt her body start to tense beneath him. His baby was so ready to fly so quickly…

Clare’s fingers curled into the flesh of his shoulders as her body grew taut. She wasn’t going to last long this time; she was too primed. Suddenly, she was at the top of the mountain and falling into ecstasy. “Jay-Cee!” she cried as she shuttered into utter bliss.

JC watched her fly apart, relishing her loss of control, feeling her clench him within her walls. This caused an answering explosion in him. “Clare!”

For a long moment, they lay in each other’s arms, breathless and sated. Then he rolled away to dispose of the protection.

“Miss me a little, JC?” Clare teased.

He grinned as he came back to her. “Oh, yeah, but at least it wasn’t months.”

“Now that I know how good you are, I don’t plan on going that long without it. I think we both had long droughts.”

Tenderly, he pushed back the damp hair that clung to her forehead. “I know I did. You did, too? Can’t imagine men not panting after you.”

“I didn’t say I was without opportunity – I’m sure you had a million chances, too.” She kissed his chin. “But like you, I wanted to be with the right someone. I didn’t want entanglements. I wanted someone I could have fun with. Someone who was looking for the same thing – light and fun.”

Was that what he was to her? JC wondered.

“I wanted a lover and a friend who wouldn’t get all possessive and complicated on me.” Clare stretched like a lazy cat. “I’m hungry.”

“Because you’re stomach is on NYC time.”

“Too bad the food in the fridge is bad. “

“It isn’t. I restocked it yesterday.”

She gave him a bright smile of appreciation. “That was thoughtful of you, baby. Thank you.” She rose from the bed and grabbed her gown. “I’m gonna go make an omelet. Want one?”

“Honey, my stomach says too early.”

After brushing a kiss on his lips, she stepped away to put on her gown. “I’ll feed you later then. You just relax and snooze.”

After she left the room, JC lay back and wondered about his relationship with Clare. They weren’t exactly having a ‘no strings attached’ affair. They cared for one and other – they were friends. There were strings aplenty. He couldn’t say he loved her, but he realized it wouldn’t take much and he’d be falling for her.

“Damn!…”

As JC had decided after their first night together, he wanted to be with Clare at least once a week. They had a standing ‘date’ on Saturday nights – or more correctly, Sundays early. If he came from the studio, she was often asleep already. If she woke, they made love. If she slept on, he got in bed to hold her. When she woke in the morning, she would kiss him awake to make love. Either way was enjoyable.

They would spend most of Sunday together – and often he would spend the next night with her. But Sunday was their day. They made love, played on the beach and in the surf. Shared time. For JC, this was his relaxation and rejuvenation. He adored Clare’s easy company, her teasing – and the uninhibited way she made love. Nothing seemed taboo with her. He’d never had a more exciting lover.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Clare said as she joined JC on the deck chaise. She had brought an ice tea out for him. They had spent the afternoon swimming and lazing around, but she could tell now his mind was racing.

Taking the glass, he put an arm around her. “I was thinking about how exciting you are.”

She was surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He took a cool sip of tea. “You gotta know you’re not the average girl.”

“I’m not?”

“Hell no!”

“Is that good or bad?”

He grinned. “Real good, honey.”

“Well…as long as it’s good…How am I different?”

“You gotta be kidding! Everything!”

She frowned. That made her sound like a freak. “Everything?”

“You’re wonderfully bold. You make love in the most exciting, uninhibited way – and it’s not a trap.”

“Trap?”

“No strings. Most girls want the romance, the flowers and gifts. It is a must. They want all the perks.”

“The only perk I want is right here.” With a wicked smile, she stroked the front of his shorts firmly.

JC groaned. Damn! She did it so easily.

She slipped a hand into the pocket of his shorts for his ‘emergency’ condom. She held it up.” Want to finish you tea or get hot and sweaty?” she asked.

“Clare…”

“What?”

He set his tea on the small side table and cupped her face. “You can make me hard twenty-four/seven; there’s no denying that, but is this what you want?”

“If you are asking me if I am some needy female who uses her body to keep her man…No, I certainly am not.” She sifted to straddle his thighs, hiking the skirt of her sundress up to reveal bare legs. “Am I attracted to you? Yes. Do I think you’re good in the sack? Definitely. Am I sexually attracted to you? Hell yeah! Do I enjoy every moment out bodies come together? A big yes on that! Am I a nymphomaniac?” She gave him a wink. “Since I met you…uh-huh.”

JC drew her face to his to kiss her, long, hot, deeply. He didn’t let up until they were both panting. His hands left her face to caress her breasts and body though the thin cotton fabric of her dress. Her nipples peaked, begging for more. With less than steady hands, he unbuttoned the bodice of the dress, baring her breasts to his gaze and then his mouth. As he lavished kisses and licks there, his hands bunched her skirt to her waist so the could roam her thighs and buttocks. It was sweet familiar territory.

Clare squirmed in his grip. “Your shorts, JC…”

Setting her back, he grinned. “Be my guest, honey.”

She made quick work of the snap and zipper of the garment. His manhood sprang up thick and hard into her hand. “No underwear?”

“You didn’t either,” he reminded her.

She stroked him firmly. “Because I planned on ravishing you before dinner.”

He waved at his erection. “You got the condom.”

Clare tore open the square package and rolled the condom slowly down his shaft. She positioned herself over it and mounted him, slowly letting him fill her. “Oh, baby, this feels so damn good…” she murmured as she held him deep.

“Yeah…”

Opening her eyes, she looked directly into his and smiled. He smiled back, then she began to move up and down while rotating her hips.

“You perfected that move,” JC moaned softly. She had seemed to know what made him crazy from night one.

“Is that a complaint?” she asked as she continued to ride him hard.

“Umm…no, honey, just a fact.”

She leaned in to kiss him hungrily.

Gabbing her hips as not to dislodge her, he rolled, putting her beneath him. Grabbing her ankles, he urged her wrap her legs around his waist. She liked it deep and so did he.

“Jace…” Her voice held an edge of panic.

“Yeah, take us there, honey girl,” he growled in her ear. “Make us feel it.”

Clare grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted herself into his downward thrusts. Soon she was breaking apart, calling out his name in total abandon.

Feeling her hold him tight and vibrate around him, JC helplessly followed her into that white-hot oblivion of rapture. “Clare!” He collapsed into her arms, sharing that perfect moment.

Clare held him, nuzzling him at his brief time of vulnerability. He was the only man she knew who wasn’t ashamed to show this side, this momentary weakness. And to her, that made him a better man.

JC lifted his head and gave her a contented smile. “Clare, it can’t get any better.”

“You think?” Her dark eyes twinkled gaily.

“You mean it can? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Yes to the first question – and no to the second one.” She felt him begin to throb and swell within her. Lifting one eyebrow, she asked, “Already?”

He grinned, “Uh-huh. I guess I have a death wish.”

Clare ran her hands from his shoulders to his taut buttocks and squeezed gently. “I won’t kill you off just yet. I want to use this fine male body a while longer,” she teased. “I’ll just torture you some.”

JC laughed. “Torture away, honey!”