"Don't they know we can hear them out here?" Justin said, apparently annoyed at the grunting and moaning taking place in the next room.

"Dude. They're going to be apart for Christmas. Let them do what they have to do." Joey said, and brushed a hand through Justin's hair.

"We don't have to hear what they're doing though, ya know?"

"Why not? Are you jealous?" Lance said and grabbed at Justin's leg.

"NO. Not jealous. Just wouldn't want anybody listening to me having sex."

Joey snickered. "Afraid we'll hear you dirty talk?" He and Lance fell into a fit of giggles.

"Dammit! I told you never to mention that again. I didn't know the walls were so thin!"

"Oh baby, yeah. Do it. Fuck me. Yeah baby," Joey said, imitating what he had once heard come out of Justin's mouth. He thrust his hips and pretended to ride an imaginary lover.

"Do you know what I just realized?" Lance said, turning the mood onto more serious things. "None of us will see each other on Christmas. We'll all be in different places."

"True," Justin said. "It's too bad we all just can't stay here for Christmas."

"Lance, are you feeling lonely already?" Joey asked. "Because I'm sure Chris and Josh won't mind if you joined in, ya know, just for the spirit of things."

"I think I'm gonna vomit," Justin said, in mock disgust. "You guys just stop it with the sex talk, alright?" He was blushing a bit, but the other two didn't seem to notice.

"You know, we should all just have sex together, one of these nights, just to say we did it," Joey said. He folded his arms and pressed his lips together, looking proud to have thought of it.

"JOEY! I said no more sex!"

"Why not?" Joey continued. "I've fooled around with Josh before -- and don't tell me you and Lance haven't gotten a little 'freaky deaky' when you get drunk sometimes."

"You're a pretty good kisser, Justin," Lance said, and hugged Justin's leg a little tighter.

"Okay, this conversation is SO over," Justin said, and moved to get up.

Joey held him down in his seat. "Not so fast. You mean you don't want to have sex with us? Aw, Justin," Joey batted his eyes. "I'm heartbroken." He laughed again and pulled Justin into a hug.

"I don't know....I just don't think..."

"What?"

"I just don't think we'd all agree to do it."

Lance took this moment to stand up and walk across the room to the door of JC's bedroom. He knocked firmly a few times. "Guys?"

"Lance? What the hell are you doing," Justin yelped and tried to stand up again. Joey still held him firmly in place.

"I'm asking them..." Lance said. He heard the motion in the bedroom stop.

"Lance? What is it?" JC asked. His voice was soft, it was obviously taking him some effort to get the words to come out.

"We were just talking out here and wondering if you two would ever...uh...consent to having..." Lance almost couldn't say it. "group sex...with the rest of us."

"What?!" Chris piped up.

Lance heard some shuffling in the room, and soon a door opened. Chris stood behind JC who had wrapped himself in a blanket. "What are you guys doing out here?" JC asked, and looked over Lance's shoulder. His eyes widened as he saw Joey lick at Justin's earlobe.

Lance turned around to look. "Oh, we were just thinking...actually Joey was just thinking..."

"Let's all have sex," Joey said and stood up, pulling a not quite protesting Justin with him.

"Ummm." JC bit his lip and looked over his shoulder at Chris who was giggling. "Chris?" he smiled. "I think they wanna play too."

"Do we have enough condoms for that?" Chris snickered.

Lance laughed. "I would think you do, the way you two get it on so often." He reached out to run his hand through JC hair.

Joey was now crowding the door, with a silly grinning Justin in a headlock. "I think we're all in agreeance," he said, giving Lance a peck on the mouth. "Let the orgy begin."

Lance felt hands pulling him into the dark room, and those hands went to work on unbuttoning his shirt, his pants, and rubbing his penis through the fabric of his boxers. Chris was behind him, aroused and pressing against his ass. It was JC who was in front of him, slipping his hand between his legs, teasing his balls and seducing him into oblivion.

He squirmed a little under the attention, and looked over and watched as Justin slowly pulled Joey's shirt over his head, then slid his tongue across his nipples.

Chris bucked against his back, his breath hot and fast against his ear, and he fell forward into JC, spilling all of them onto the bed. JC laughed and captured his mouth, his tongue sliding across his teeth. Chris' hands were now on his stomach, rubbing circles just above his penis.

The bed creaked and JC's mouth unlocked from Lance's as Joey was pushed on the bed, Justin's mouth already around his cock. Joey smiled and licked his lips, just asking, just daring JC to resist.

JC bit his lip and looked over to Lance who had turned over and was now lip-locked with Chris. He titled his head to access Joey's mouth and a warm hand cupped his chin. Joey's mouth was sweet and yeasty from the beer he had been drinking earlier.

He reached his arm around to hold onto Joey's shoulder. He could feel the deep moans coming up from Joey's throat, and he turned an eye to watch Justin lick at the head of Joey's penis, then open his mouth wide to take in most of the length.

He suddenly felt a mouth on his own penis, a condom placed on the lips, so that it slid down his penis as the mouth did. He broke away from Joey briefly to watch Lance suck him -- Chris had disappeared behind Lance and was probably probing the hole that JC knew he would be entering soon. Joey pulled his head back for another wet kiss and was drowned by more warmth and wetness.

He felt another mouth at his cheek and moaned as Justin's tongue slid between their mouths. He could taste Joey, the salt of his penis, his pre-cum, as Justin took over and licked at the roof of his mouth.

Lance let JC's penis fall from his mouth as he allowed Chris to push him towards the bed. Kisses were broken, lips were untangled, and they all shifted as Lance was pushed into the center of the bed. JC leaned over him and kissed along his neck. He lifted Lance's hips and breathed softly into his ear. "This might hurt for a second."

Lance grunted softly as JC entered him. He moans were covered by JC's mouth crushing against his. He heard Justin or somebody gasp.

JC moved slowly in him and Lance could hear the soft squish of his anus allowing the deliberate motion. JC sat up and placed his hands on Lance's hips. Joey leaned in and unrolled a condom on Lance's cock. He looked over at Justin and grabbed his hand and sucked at his fingers. The younger man merely let his mouth drop open -- He looked over to Chris who was smiling and crawling over the bed towards him.

Chris kissed him and rubbed their erections between them as Joey guided Justin's wet fingers down to his ass. Justin suddenly understood and pressed a finger into Joey, laughing into Chris' mouth when he heard his name roll off Joey's tongue.

He worked another two fingers up into Joey as he ground himself against Chris. Joey was slowly making his way over to Lance, and kissed his way across forearm and bicep before biting into Lance's shoulder.

JC's pace was still steady and slow, but by the look on his face, it was becoming difficult for him to hold off thrusting into Lance wildly. "Please, Please," were uttered like a chant, a prayer. Joey caught his eyes and mouthed the words "dancer face," before kissing Lance.

Joey gently pulled Justin's finger's from him and left him to be ravaged by Chris, who was now kneeling, ready.

Joey straddled Lance's stomach and sat back. He placed his hands on either side of Lance's head and held his breath as he felt JC guide Lance's cock into his ass. JC's arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled tight against JC's stomach. JC rocked them back and forth against Lance, who was gripping the sheets to keep himself from screaming.

Chris took the head of Justin's penis carefully -- he felt the blood rushing under his lips, and Justin gripped at his hair and the back of his neck. He relaxed his jaw and allowed Justin to thrust deep into his throat. Justin was like the taut string of a violin in his arms. He pulled Justin's hips away right before he felt the string would snap. Justin fell to his knees next to Chris and sighed against his shoulder.

"More, I want more."

Chris looked over to the trio sweating on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and breathed in, not being able to think clearly enough.

Justin started stroking his penis in frustration, and Chris pulled his hand away. "Wait." He pulled them both to their feet and he sat on the bed. Chris looked over to JC, who looked like he was going to pop. He kneeled on the on the bed, over Lance, his lips near Joey's penis. He heard Justin rustle at the side of the bed with the condom, but soon felt his large hands smoothing across his back.

Justin's aim was a little off, but eventually he eased into Chris. He reached around for Chris penis as he found a rhythm, stroking up as he thrusted in. Chris lapped gently at the purple head of Joey's penis, it's color a clear indication of the coming release.

Lance was the first to let go. His body shook and he clawed at Joey's hips as he came. He was still crying out as a second voice joined him, JC unable to sustain the pulsating fuck any longer.

Joey still wanted to ride. JC's mouth was wet against his back, and the warmth that was left after Lance came made the in and out motion easier. Chris' tongue was still only at the head of his penis, so he gently ran his hand across the back of the older man's neck and down his cheek. Chris responded by pushing his head down and sucking hard.

Joey's legs trembled and he stilled on Lance's penis as he came in Chris' mouth. His moans were deep, like a laugh, and they shook the whole bed. Chris tried to swallow what he could, but most of it ended up dripping down Lance's chest.

Justin had been, at first, cautious about thrusting into Chris' ass. He had never been fucked himself, and was still unaware that the pain from being entered was often translated into pure pleasure. But as the pressure built in him, and Chris' moans got louder, he thrusted fast and hard until he felt his cock burn. He came in long strokes and continued to fuck Chris until he could not longer bear it. He felt Chris come in his hand a few moments later, then crawled up onto the bed with the last bit of energy he possessed.

He kissed Lance's forehead and tried to snuggle in next to him. JC and Joey untangled themselves from Lance's body and curled up at the foot of the bed, JC still pressed against Joey's back. Chris gathered spent condoms and tossed them into the trash across the room. He grinned at the sight of the other four on the bed.

With two quick, fast steps, he launched himself onto the bed, sending them all bouncing.

"Chris. Dammit," Lance yelped. "I might need that...for next time."

JC and Joey snickered as Chris stuck is tongue out, then crawled up behind JC. They kicked at each other, giggled, and shushed each other, until Justin said, "So is this what they do on the second day of Hanukkah?"

A pillow whapped him in the head. "Probably not Juppy-poo," Lance said, eliciting more snickers.

"We can make this OUR tradition, if you want to," Joey said, and wiggled his eyebrows at Justin. "Mr. I-don't-want-anyone-listening-while-I-have-sex."

This time, Joey was whapped by the pillow. "I TOLD you to shut up about that."

"I don't think it matters anymore, we've all heard you now," Joey said. Several satisfied sighs echoed around the room, and eventually, each one fell asleep.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 12/22/00, with the words Hanukkah, vomit, dancer face.