Across the room, Joey paced nervously, straight jacket tight around his body.

"Sit down Joey," Chris said.

Joey walked over to the chaise lounge and plopped himself down. "Do we really have to do this?" he asked.

"Yes Joey, you promised me that we would do whatever I wanted to do on Halloween," Chris said.

"But I thought that would entail getting a couple of kegs and having a huge party," Joey said. "I never thought you'd want to play psychologist."

Chris smirked at him. "Gotta use my what I learned in college for something," he said.

Chris adjusted his glasses and got out his notebook. "So, Joey, how have your dreams been lately?"

"Wet," Joey said and nearly fell off the chair in a fit of giggles.

Chris gave Joey a scholarly glare. He writes in his notebook patient has an obsession for sex, and an irritating sense of humor.

"So, describe for me one of these 'dreams' that you've had," Chris asked.

Joey thought carefully for a minute. "Well, one last week involved you licking melted Cookies and Cream candy bars off of me." Joey said.

Chris straightened up in his chair, blushed. "Joe, you never told me about that!" he said. He settled back into his chair and seriousness came back over his face. "I think I'm going to have to violate the doctor/patient relationship after were done here."

Joey raised his eyebrows at Chris. "Oooo. Kinky Mr. Freud. You can violate me anytime." he said.

Chris fought the urge to laugh. "What else have you dreamed about?" he asked.

"Just last night I dreamed that the lot of you were my slaves. We were all dressed in clothes from India, lounging around on glided pillows. You knelt at my feet like peons, and rubbed clove oil all over me."

This time Chris shot Joey a confused glance. "The lot of us? As in the rest of 'Nsync?" he asked.

"Yup. Although you were the only one who seemed to enjoy it," Joey said. "Lance kept asking 'Do we have to feed you more grapes?' Now that I think of it, it was pretty funny."

Chris scribbled more notes. buy glided pillows, grapes, make sure other 'Nsyncers are nowhere in sight. The patient is MINE.

Joey squirmed around in the jacket. He was uncomfortable -- especially now that he had a hard-on.

"Chris? Can I take of the straight jacket yet?" he asked.

"Nope," Chris grinned and an evil glint sparkled in his eyes.

Chris climbed over the table and pinned Joey to the chair, taking his eager mouth with his own. His hands shifted down to Joey's waist. He toyed with the zipped until Joey's penis was freely poking up from under his boxers.

"Oh," Joey moaned. "I never thought we'd get to this part."

"Duh," Chris whispered in Joey's ears. "Of course we're getting to this part, I'm Freud remember. Freud is to sex what the Four Horsemen are to the apocalypse."

"Oooo. Apocalyptic sex. Sounds wonderful," Joey said.

Chris pulled off Joey's pants off the rest of the way and petted him through his green boxers.

"Turn over Joey," Chris said.

"Yes doctor, whatever you prescribe," Joey said and obeyed.

Chris rubbed Joey's ass through his boxers. Joey heard Chris undo his slacks and then fumble in a desk drawer.

"Check in my pants," Joey said. Chris reached in the front pocket and pulled out a neon red condom.

"Came prepared, didn't ya," Chris said.

"Well, I've played doctor before, ya know." Joey said.

"With who?" Chris asked as he ripped open the wrapped and slipped on the condom.

"Lance," Joey said, and braced himself for Chris' reaction.

"You're kidding," Chris said. "Tell me you're kidding!" He pulled down Joey's boxers and slapped his ass.

"Yes, Yes! I"m kidding!" Joey said.

"Don't make the doctor mad. I may have to operate," Chris said.

"You're a psychologist, not a surgeon, so I'm not worried," Joey said.

Chris took this moment to thrust in to Joey's ass, making him loose his breath. "I can still give an anal probe, though."

Joey moaned. "That was a bad one Chris. Don't expect to use it as a pick-up line," he said.

Chris continued to move in and out of Joey and reached around to stroke his neglected penis.

Joey didn't last. He came, leaving white pearly streaks on the chaise lounge. "Sorry about the upholstery," he said, out of breath.

"I'll just add the cleaning bill to my fee," Chris said and pumped his seed into Joey.

"Your fee?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, my fee," Chris said. He turned Joey around and kissed him deeply. He broke the kiss reluctantly. "Next time we do your fantasy -- that's my fee."

"I hope it involves grapes," Joey said and sighed.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 10/19/00, with the words cookies and cream, peons, burgundy, apocalyptic, keg.