"Hey, I get to be the trippy Lucy Lui!" Chris yelled and took his position next to JC and Joey.

Lance and Justin then walked out of the theater, Justin still munching on his popcorn.

JC pushed Chris away from Joey "Three's a crowd, ya know."

"Not unless we ask him to *join* us," Joey said and winked at JC.

Chris grabbed Justin and thrust him toward Joey, "Why don't you ask Justin? I'm sure he swings that way."

Joey wrinkled his face. He did not want a threesome with Justin.

"Okay, okay," Lance said. "I don't want to hear anything else about sex! Let's go."

They all piled into Joey's car. JC got shotgun, of course, but the other three fought over who had to sit in the middle in the back.

"Just 'cause I got short legs doesn't mean I sit in the middle," Chris said as he firmly sat in his seat by the window.

"Then I guess I'll have to sit on top of you," Justin said. He sat in Chris' lap and wriggled his butt.

Chris slid out from under Justin, reluctantly taking the middle. He pushed Justin's shoulder in disgust. "I'm not that kind of girl, Justin."

"Well, I don't like girls anyway," Justin said.

"Obviously," Chris said. "I've seen you checking out Joey's ass."

Joey's eyes, which had been watching the argument in the rear view mirror, quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"Hey JC," Lance asked, poking his shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Open the glove compartment."

"What for?"

"Just do it."

JC open the glove compartment and pulled out the box of sweets.

"God bless snacky cakes," Lance said, and pulled a package out of the box.

Joey turned around briefly, "How'd you know they were there?"

"I knew you'd have *something* in your glove compartment that was edible."

JC laughed and placed a kiss on Joey's cheek. "Got to take care of that girlish figure, no?"

"No, I was hoping you'd find them, Mr. Skin-and-Bones," Joey teased.

JC feigned mock astonishment. "Moi? Dare you say you don't like my body?"

Joey slid a hand up JC's thigh. "I never said that."

JC moved Joey's hand closer to his crotch. "In that case...."

"I see that," Lance yelled. "No sex stuff in the car!"

Justin looked at Lance, puzzled. "You're always watching them, why don't you join them for a threesome?"

Lance blushed about a dozen different shades of red. "I don't think so," he said. He kept his eyes averted.

Lance was saved from further comments as they pulled into Joey's driveway.

"I get the bathroom first!" Justin yelled and jumped out of the car before it was stopped.

"No you don't!" Chris yelled and followed Justin.

Joey stopped the car and the other three got out. Joey closed the back door, which Chris and Justin hadn't shut. They walked towards the house and were greeting with the sight of Chris and Justin fighting on the ground.

Justin had pinned Chris, and was about to mock punch him. Chris had his arms up at his face, shielding himself.

JC turned to Joey. "What are we ever going to do about this kids?"

Joey laughed. "Just wait 'til they're teenagers." He grabbed JC around the waist and kissed his mouth.

In the house, Chris flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Stupid Televangelists," he muttered.

Lance sat down next to him and grabbed the remote. "Hopefully, that's not the best thing on," he said and flipped through the channels.

Justin had secured the bathroom for himself, and JC and Joey were in the kitchen.

JC took the beer Joey had opened and drank a bit, then handed it back. He put his arms around Joey and placed his hands on his ass.

"So babe," Joey said. "Whatcha thinking about." He took a long gulp of beer.

"You."

"That's obvious."

"And a bed."

"Ooooo," Joey said and laced his fingers around the back of JC's neck.

"And, maybe some sex."

"Only maybe?" Joey said, and leaned in to kiss JC's neck.

"Only if you're a good boy." He squeezed Joey's ass.

Joey captured JC's lips and eagerly pressed his tongue between them. He moved the both of them toward the stairs. "I can't guarantee I'll be good," Joey said between kisses.

Lance turned his head and caught an eyeful of the two lovebirds making out at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey!" he said. "Get a room!"

"Yeah," Chris said. "And we better not hear that you're fucking each other's brains out up there."

Joey smiled and pulled JC up the stairs. "I'll moan loud, just for you, Chris."

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/10/00, with the words trippy Lucy Lui, televangelist, snacky cakes.