NOTE: Doggy Juju's thoughts are in \\//..

JC shoved Juju away from him and jumped up from the bed. “Get out now!” He shouted, pointing at the door.

Juju hung his head sadly and headed for the door.

“Not you! The three stooges.” JC said, grabbing Juju’s arm and waving his hand in the direction of his laughing friends.

Lance stood, grabbing Joey and Chris each by the arm. “We better go. JC and Juju want to do something that they aren’t supposed to do in front of people.” He laughed.

“Huh? What are they gonna do? JC isn’t gay.” Chris said, lagging behind as Lance tried dragging him to the door.

Joey smirked as he grabbed Chris’ other arm and helped Lance pull him from the room. “Neither are you, but you seem to forget that when you slip into Lance’s room at night.” Joey quipped.

“I’m not . . . we . . . I.” Chris stuttered, turning red and looking to Lance for help.

Lance latched on to Chris’ arm with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. “He knows, just shut up before you make it worse.” He said, pulling Chris out of the room and slamming the door behind them.

Joey poked his head back in the door. “Hurry up and do what you gotta do. I’m hungry.” He said, laughing as JC threw a pillow at his head.

JC turned back to Juju as the door shut behind Joey. “Now, let’s finish getting you dressed.” He said, avoiding the questioning look on Juju’s face.

Juju allowed JC to finish dressing him. He was sad because it seemed he was wrong and JC didn’t want him after all. He didn’t know what to do next. He was gorgeous and there was no reason why JC shouldn’t want him. He decided to be good for now and come up with a plan.

“Ok, all done. Let’s go tell the guys we’re ready to go eat.” JC said, rising off of his knees from tying Juju’s shoes.

~*~

“Juj . . err Justin, let go of my shirt. People are staring.” JC said, tugging his shirttail out of Juju’s grasp as they climbed into the limo waiting in front of the hotel.

Chris and Lance crawled in first, sitting next to each other. Joey sat across from them grinning smugly at them. JC sat next to Joey, leaving room for Juju next to him. Juju followed JC in and sat on the floor at his feet.

“You can’t sit on the floor.” JC said, pulling Juju onto the seat next to him.

Juju sighed, “Sorry.” He said, leaning his head against the window.

This human stuff was a lot harder than he thought it would be. JC seemed to be getting frustrated with him. He just wanted to make JC happy, but he didn’t know how.

JC pulled Juju over to him, pressing his head onto his shoulder. “It’s ok baby, you didn’t know. I need to be a little more patient with you.” He said, stroking the honey colored hair of the young man lying on his shoulder.

Joey lifted an eyebrow at the endearment that seemed to slip so easily past JC’s lips. He decided it would be wise to keep quiet about it though.

Everyone was quiet after that until they reached the restaurant.

“Damn, I forgot to tell you guys that Wade is meeting us here. He called just before we left. He says he’s got some great idea we all need to hear.” Lance said, rolling his eyes as they climbed out of the limo.

JC groaned. “We couldn’t like accidentally mix up the restaurants and go to a different one can we?” He asked, a hopeful look on his face.

“Uh, it’s too late now.” Joey said, gesturing at a taxi that had pulled in behind them.

Juju latched onto JC’s arm, glaring at Wade. “I don’t like him. He’s not very nice and he’s ugly too.”

“I know baby; we don’t like him either.” JC said, placing his hand over Juju’s on his arm.

Chris chuckled and Joey raised his eyebrow, Lance frowned at the public display of affection.

“Look who I found coming into the hotel when I was leaving.” Wade said, helping Bobbee out of the car.

“Hey baby.” Bobbee purred, kissing JC’s cheek much to Juju’s dismay.

Juju moved forward, his intent gaze fastened on the woman kissing JC. He growled deep in his throat.

JC grabbed Juju’s wrist to stop him from attacking Bobbee. Joey stepped forward in case JC needed help with Juju.

“Shit.” Lance swore, under his breath.

Bobbee eyed Juju curiously. “Who’s he?” She asked, wrapping one arm tightly around JC’s waist and caressing his chest with the other.

JC fidgeted nervously, watching Juju cautiously. “This is Justin. He’s an old friend. My best friend. He’s touring with us for a while. I’m gonna be spending quite a bit of time with him since we haven’t seen each other in a while. You may not want to stay long. You’d be bored with me working and hanging with Justin all the time.” He said, praying that she’d take the hint and leave without a fight.

“Umm, Chris and Joey are hungry. Why don‘t we go in and get a table.” Lance suggested, hoping to avoid one of the public tantrums that Bobbee was so fond of having.

JC pried Bobbee off of him and grabbed Juju’s arm. “Good idea, I’m hungry too.” He said, dragging Juju toward the restaurant.

They found a table with a bench on one side and four chairs opposite the bench. JC gently pushed Juju onto the bench and slid in beside him. Joey quickly sat on JC’s other side. Wade sat across from Juju. Bobbee frowned as she dropped into a chair across from JC. Lance and Chris took the last two chairs.

JC swatted at Juju’s hand under the table as it slipped onto his thigh. Juju was persistent. He lightly ran his finger over the inside of JC’s wrist. JC took Justin’s hand and entwined their fingers to stop the teasing. Juju grinned triumphantly at Bobbee. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She knew the smug smile couldn’t mean anything good though. She smacked Wade’s hand away as it made its way up her skirt. She frowned at him. Her eyes darted back to JC, hoping he hadn’t noticed anything.

“So Justin, where are you from?” Wade asked, smirking at the glare JC shot his way.

“Umm, I live with JC.” Juju said.

Bobbee slammed her glass of water onto the table. “He fucking lives with you? You said you haven’t seen him in a while. What the fuck’s going on JC?” She shrieked.

“Jesus Bobbee, quiet down. He’s moving in with me as soon as the tour is over. He’s been out of the country for a few years.” JC said, praying she’d accept that and change the subject.

The waitress came to take orders before Bobbee could say anything more. JC ordered for Juju and himself, which earned him another frown from Bobbee.

“All you’re eating is cereal?” She asked, looking pointedly at Juju.

“I love it that’s all I ever eat.” Juju said.

Wade snickered, “He’s a friend of JC’s he’s probably thrifty too.”

Juju started to rise, staring daggers at Wade. JC grabbed his arm. Juju turned to JC; he sat upon seeing the pleading look in JC’s eyes.

Everyone talked about the interview they had in a few hours. They invited Bobbee and Juju to go with them. JC didn’t necessarily want either one there but figured it would be safer if he could keep an eye on them. Once the food came they ate in relative silence.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” JC said, rising from the table after he’d eaten. He cast Lance a look and nodded toward Juju. Lance got the idea that JC was asking him to watch Juju.

“So, what room are you in?” Wade asked, running his index finger slowly up and down Juju’s arm.

Juju moved over to JC’s seat across from Bobbee. “One that you aren’t thank god.” He retorted, looking back down at his cereal as he continued to eat.

Wade glowered at Juju. He didn’t like being rejected, especially by a friend of JC’s. He was already fucking JC’s girlfriend, he thought it would be a fantastic coup de grace if he fucked his best friend too.

Bobbee slipped her shoe off under the table and ran her foot slowly up Juju’s leg. “Why don’t you and I hang out while the guys go do that boring old interview.” She suggested, pressing her foot softly into Juju’s crotch.

“I don’t think so.” Juju said, moving Bobbee’s foot.

She pressed her foot right back into Justin’s cock. “But we could have so much fun.” She cooed, caressing him gently.

“I said no.” Juju replied, hooking his foot behind the leg of her chair and giving a sharp jerk.

Bobbee’s chair tipped backward taking her and her food with it. Everyone jumped from the table as Bobbee started screaming like a banshee.

“What happened?” JC asked, rushing back to the table to find his girlfriend lying on the floor and food all over her.

Juju walked around the table and looked down at Bobbee. “Boobie fell off her chair.” He said.

“Justin, her name is Bobbee. How did she fall off the chair?” He asked, grabbing Bobbee’s arm and pulling her none too gently off the floor.

Chris stepped forward, handing Bobbee a wet towel the waitress had brought over. “It’s true Jayce, Boobie . . . err Bobbee was just sitting there talking to Justin and she must’ve lost her balance.” He said, shooting Bobbee a look that dared her to contradict him.

“I fell JC. I’m ok, I just need to go back to the hotel and get changed.” Bobbee said, knowing if she told that Juju knocked her out of the chair that JC would find out why.

TBC