"Hey JC, come check out this traffic."

"Huh?" JC had been dozing off, tired from their late-night flight. To think, just 22 hours ago we were about to sit down for a peaceful Thanksgiving dinner, and now, hundreds of miles away, we're in the middle of all this.

This lights, camera, action, Girls Girls Girls, ching ching of slot machines and miles of gridlock on the strip.

I walked over to the bed and jumped onto it, sending JC flying into the air.

"Okay, I'm up!" he yelled. "You have my attention. Now what do you want," he said.

"I want lots of things," I said, giving his thigh a good rub. "But right now I want you to go look out the window."

He stood up and walked to the window, searching for what he was supposed to be looking for. "Oh, yeah. The traffic. Man..."

"This place never ceases to amaze me." I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest.

"You never cease to amaze me," he said.

"Aw. Now you're just being silly," I said. He turned in my arms and put his hands on my waist.

"Can anyone see into these windows?" he said, and tugged at the button of my jeans.

"Nope."

"Good." He unzipped my pants and pulled them, along with my boxers, to my knees. He bent down and kissed my stomach. "We wouldn't want Vegas seeing the intimate side of Joey Fatone, would we?"

"Probably not," I said. I leaned forward and put my palms flat on the glass.

JC knelt down and licked up the length of my right thigh. His hands were still at my waist, rubbing warm circles into my sides.

When he took me in his mouth, I moaned and pressed my forehead against the glass. I couldn't see straight -- like little fairies were tap dancing behind my eyes.

"Josh. I need more, now."

"Mmrph." I could feel his tongue swirling around the head of my penis. His hand had trailed down to my ass, the other had found that place just behind my scrotum and was gently rubbing it.

He slowly licked up and down the bottom of the shaft, and I knew that he wasn't going to let me get off easy. I looked down to the traffic again, which was still moving as slowly as this blowjob was.

Not that I minded slow. I closed my eyes and allowed my sense of touch to take over, my mind concentrating on a single area of my body.

JC kissed the tip of my penis and left it to work on my scrotum. He lightly nibbled at one side, and my knees nearly buckled. I pried one hand from the now sweaty glass and put it on the back of his neck, hoping that he'd feel my urgency and just get it over with.

He stopped, and I looked down to see why. He licked a finger and just smiled at me, an evil light spiralling in his eyes.

He quickly sucked in as much of my penis as he could, while a wet finger poked at the entrance of my anus. I banged my head against the window, and though muffled, I could hear JC laughing.

His mouth slid up to the tip and his finger found it's way further into my ass. I kept my eyes open and stared at a single white car stopped at an intersection along the strip. JC sped up the motions of his mouth and his finger rubbed against my prostate.

The white car below rolled into the intersection before the light turned. A red car coming the opposite direction couldn't stop in time. I watched them crash, and could feel myself about to come -- my body warping back to the stone age, to the future, and then back to the present.

I moaned against the fogged up glass as I came, warmth filled my ears, and I began to fall backwards. I strong hand held me in place as its owner continued to suck the last bits of life out of me.

When he pulled away from me, I pulled him up and pressed him against the window. I kissed him until he couldn't breathe, then pulled him with me towards the bed.

"Now look what you've started," I said. I straddled his hips and pulled off his shirt. "I guess we're going to have to be late tonight."

"Vegas can wait, but I can't," he said, pulled off my shirt and threw it at the window.

********

A knock on our hotel room door.

"Guys? I'm going over to the Tropicana casino. Wanna join me?"

It was Chris. And his bad timing. I had just disrobed JC, and was currently working my mouth on a very sensitive part of his body.

"No!... uh, no, we're not interested," JC said, trying not to make it obvious what was being done to him.

"Sorry," Chris mumbled through the door. "If I had know that you were a sex maniac, then maybe I would learn to stop knocking on your door."

JC sat up and pushed me away for a second, waiting for the sound of Chris' retreating footsteps before speaking. "I think he does that on purpose," he said. He pushed me onto my back and kissed me.

"Well, the first time he only did it because we were going to be late," I said as his mouth traveled down my throat.

"We wouldn't have been late..." he said and dipped his tongue into the crevasse at the bottom of my throat.

"They way we were going? Yes, we would have been late."

"Never underestimate the power of a quick fuck."

"Did I just hear you say that? I don't believe my ears!" I opened my mouth in mock surprise and covered my ears.

"You might want to cover your eyes too then," he said. He reached for the condom he had set on the nightstand. He ripped it open slowly, took the condom out and played with it a bit before reaching down and sliding it onto his penis.

"I think I'll watch," I said.

"We have to take care of these first," he said and grabbed at the waistband of my boxers.

I gladly lifted my hips up and he pulled them off slowly and made sure the elastic rubbed across my penis.

He spread my legs and laid down between them. He kissed at the bottom of my chin as his hands reached around and grabbed at my ass.

"Are you ready Joe, or do you need a little warm up?"

"I thought you said this was going to be quick?"

"I only meant we could be quick, if we needed to."

"Oh," I said, trying to resist smiling. "In that case, I'd like to be warmed up."

"Good," he said. He slid his tongue over my left nipple and his hand reached up to tweak the other.

He proceeded to give me a lengthy tongue bath, licking the palms of my hands, the inside of my thighs, across my stomach, and behind my ears.

I was so relaxed that I didn't notice when he trailed down to my nether regions, until I felt wetness probe behind my scrotum and then further back.

I jerked up and practically squashed JC's face. "You like that?" he asked, pushing me back down on the bed. I nodded and he pushed my hips up for better access.

What I knew about rimming, I could probably fit in an essay. What JC apparently knew...would probably take a whole set of encyclopedias. I felt him humming something as his tongue licked further up into me.

"Are you humming 'I want you back'?" I asked as soon as I could catch my breath.

I heard him and felt him laugh, which sent more tingles up my spine and more blood into my penis.

He moved his tongue back to my testicles, and then up my penis. He sucked on the head gently, and his eyes fixed on mine as he kissed it.

He sat up and positioned himself. I put my hands on his hips as he slid into me. He kept his eyes locked on mine, checking for signs of pain, and I winked at him. He smiled and moved inward, then leaned forward to access my mouth.

It's hard to describe what it's like, having Josh make love to me. It's warm, and there's this pressure, this unbelievable pressure that boils in me and builds as he moves inside me. Most times, all I can think about is how hot I feel inside, and how when I come, all that pressure will get thrust out through my penis.

He took his time, pulling the length of him out almost completely then pushing back in. He whimpered into my mouth and I knew he was about to speed up. Sure enough, the next stroke was hard, swift. I grunted, and he smiled at me, eyes wide with happiness -- like a kid who's just won a prize after knocking all the bottles down at the fair.

He closed his eyes and I can tell he's losing control. My ears started to tingle and my fingers were suddenly numb. I cried out "Josh" and came, released pressure manifesting as sticky white on our chests.

He continued to thrust into me but he's slowed, the pressure building up inside him, and the strokes became harder. My head thudded against the headboard.

He grabbed my shoulders, as if it's the only thing that would keep him from hitting the ceiling, and he came.

It always amazes me when he has silent orgasms. A lot of times, his voice will ring out, fervent and clear -- as full as the passion he gets when singing. But sometimes, he won't even breathe, let alone make a peep. I'll see his mouth form my name, or god or fuck or whatever, but it's as if his voice has been paused -- all his energy relegated to orgasm.

He is silenced once again, and he fell on my chest, face buried into my neck and shoulder.

I wondered when he was going to exhale or inhale, and he propped himself up on his hands again.

He exhaled, "Joey."

"Yeah," I said and pulled him back down on my chest.

He breathed heavily now, and I'm worried that he might hyperventilate. "I, I --" he started.

"Shh. No, don't talk," I said and ran my hand through his hair.

We laid still for a while, and I carefully listened for his breathing to slow. It eventually did, and he tightened the grip he had around me waist.

"Recovered yet?" I asked.

"Nope," he said and kissed my neck.

"I'll never recover. You have me completely whipped," I said.

He laughed and pried himself off my chest -- I gasped as his penis slid out of me. "That good, huh?" he asked.

"It was just, like, whoa," I said and he laughed as I sat up to help him dispose of the condom.

Condom in the garbage, and cum cleaned off our chests, we settled back into bed, where JC lightly stroked up and down my arm.

His fingers traced down to my hand, and he fiddled with the thick sliver band on my ring finger. "You think we should tell them?"

"About the engagement? Naw. Keep 'em guessing," I said and reached over to his other hand to make sure the other silver band was still there.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/24/00, with the words 22 hours ago, stone age, tap dancing. And on 12/1/00 with the words Tropicana, sex maniac, engagement, prize, essay