Joey and Chris were playing playstation once again. Lance was at the table with his laptop trying to get some work done. JC sat across from Lance, writing in his notebook. Justin sat staring lasciviously at JC.

Justin slowly sidled up to JC, “Hey Baby, you wanna play another game?” he whispered in JC’s ear.

“What kind of game?” JC asked, placing his pen in the notebook before closing it.

Lance watched Justin pull JC up from his chair. He wondered, whether he should head to his bunk before they got started. Whatever they were up to the day before, might be continued and that worried him.

“Let’s play the alphabet game.” Justin said, in obvious excitement.

“What’s the alphabet game?” JC asked, laughing at Justin’s exuberance.

Justin smiled enthusiastically, “We have to find something that starts with each letter of the alphabet and touch it, before we can have sex,” he told his boyfriend.

“Ok, so what happens if there’s a letter that we can’t find something for?” JC inquired.

Justin frowned, “We can’t have sex tonight if we can’t find something for every letter.”

JC touched Justin’s lips, smoothing away the frown. “Well we better get our asses moving then.”

Lance couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. “You guys could make it really interesting and say that you each have to find different things.” Lance suggested, against his better judgment.

“Hey that’s even better. The one who finds his things first the most wins. The winner gets to be in total control all night, anything goes. The loser has to do anything the winner wants.” Justin gave a smug smile. He was sure that he’d win, but didn’t really mind losing either.

“Alright, you’re on.” JC agreed, not being able to back down from a challenge.

Justin turned to Lance, “Lance, will you keep score for us?” he asked.

Lance sighed in resignation. “Yeah, it’s not like I’d be able to get any work done anyway.”

“Cool let’s get started then. Find A!” JC shouted, as he took off to find his object.

Lance watched in mild amusement, as Justin and JC each began frantically looking for something that started with an A.

“Apple” JC shouted, as he grabbed an apple from the mini refrigerator.

“Ass” Justin yelled, a mere second later, as he grabbed Lance’s ass.

Lance jumped away from Justin, “Jesus Justin, there are other asses on the bus. You didn‘t have to grab mine.” he whined, rubbing his ass where he had been grabbed rather hard.

“Ok let’s move on to b.” JC said, giving Justin a dirty look.

They both began searching for a b object.

JC ran to the lounge area of the bus, with Justin at his heels.

“Book” JC shouted, as he held a book above his head.

“Body” Justin bellowed, at the same time, as he tackled Joey.

Joey attempted to dislodge Justin from on top of him. “Get off of me Justin!” He wheezed from the air being knocked out of him when he was tackled.

“Oh Christ! Are you two at it again?” Chris asked, looking from Justin to JC in disgust.

Lance made a little tally on the paper he was keeping score on. He watched JC pull Justin off of Joey. JC didn’t look happy about Justin laying on Joey.

“How about C guys?” Lance asked, trying to prevent an argument.

“Chris”

“Cock”

JC and Justin shouted at the same time. JC grasped Chris’ arm. Justin grabbed JC’s crotch knocking them both off balance, they tumbled on top of Chris.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Chris bellowed, from underneath JC and Justin.

JC lightly pushed at Justin’s chest, “You can let go now Justin,” he said.

Justin caressed the growing bulge in his boyfriends pants. “Are you sure? I kind of like what I found here.”

“You better get up Justin, you can’t do anything until you finish the alphabet.” Lance informed Justin, trying to get trying to get him and JC off of Chris.

“D” Justin said, as he climbed off of JC still holding onto his crotch.

JC laughed, “You gotta let go if you wanna find d.”

Justin squeezed JC lightly, “No I don’t, I’ve already got my d. It’s dick,” he replied, licking his lips seductively.

JC pushed Justin away, “You cheat,” he said, as he moved out of Justin’s reach.

“But you love me anyway.” Justin said, grinning smugly.

JC sighed, “Yes unfortunately, it’s something that I just can’t help nor do I want to,” he intoned.

Justin kissed JC quickly and pulled away. “I love you too. Now I won d, let’s find e.” He laughed, as he rushed off to find the next thing.

“Are they insane? What’s up with these stupid games they’ve been playing?” Joey asked, giving Lance a bewildered look.

“They’re just bored from being cooped up on the bus, and they’re into kinky little games.” Lance laughed, as he watched his friends searching frantically for something that begins with an e.

“E, E, E, E, shit what starts with an E.” Justin rushed around the room, searching and talking to himself.

“Aha, elephant.” JC yelled, running from the sleeping area carrying a stuffed pink elephant.

Lance jerked the elephant from JC’s grasp. “JC you can’t go through other people’s things. I don’t like people messing with my stuff.” He said, indignantly.

Joey began laughing and pointing at Lance. “You have a stuffed pink elephant.”

“Shut up Joey, it was a gift from someone special. I never go anywhere without it.” Lance huffed, embarrassed by the laughter.

“Who gave you a pink elephant?” Justin asked, laughing at Lance’s predicament.

Lance glared at his laughing friends, “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh well, I probably don’t want to know anyway. Let’s find f.” JC said, beginning his search.

“Yeah, what do we care if Lance accepts gifts from a Backstreet Boy.” Justin laughed, as he joined JC in the search.

Lance entering the room after putting his elephant away, heard Justin’s comment and began stammering. “H . .h. .how did you know that AJ gave me the elephant?”

“I didn’t until you just admitted it. AJ gave you that, I figured it was that pansy Howie.” Justin wiped tears away, as he laughed at Lance’s obvious discomfiture.

Lance, red faced from humiliation retorted, “Fuck you Justin. Find your god damned f and shut up.”

“Hey I’m sorry man, I was just playing with ya.” Justin apologized, as he began hunting for something that begins with f.

Lance sighed, “It’s ok man.”

JC roamed the room scratching his head. “F, F, F, I know there’s something that starts with F in here. Damn it I can’t think under pressure.”

Justin jumped on Lance groping his cock, “I’ve got it, phallus,” he shouted.

“Eek Justin, that starts with p not f.” Lance squealed, swatting Justin’s hand away.

Justin kept his hold on Lance. “I don’t care, it sounds like f.” He pouted.

JC glared at his boyfriend, “Justin that does not count, now get your hand off of Lance’s dick,” he ordered.

Justin released Lance’s crotch. “Fine, you find something better then.” He sulked, crossing his arms.

“Fat” JC said, pinching Chris’ stomach.

“Fuck off asshole!” Chris growled, smacking JC’s hand away.

Justin smacked Chris in the head. “Ooh good one, my baby’s good at this.” He cooed, as he kissed JC’s hand.

Joey laid his controller down and turned to watch his friends. “This is getting good, I think I’ll watch this instead. Find a g now guys.”

Justin and JC rushed off to find new objects.

Justin pounced on Joey, reaching between his legs. “Gonads”

JC glowered at Justin. “Justin get your head above the waist for a while, and get you fucking hand off Joey for Christ sake.”

“Hey it starts with g, and Joey doesn’t seem to mind my hand being there. As if you have something better.” Justin scoffed.

JC jerked Justin away from Joey. “Gorgeous” He said.

Justin wrapped his arms around JC’s neck and pecked him on the cheek. “Alright I like yours better, you win g too.”

“Good, now behave and don’t grab them anymore.” JC said, hugging Justin tightly.

Justin grinned mischievously at JC. “Baby you know it doesn’t mean anything, I love only yours.”

JC released Justin and patted him on the ass. “Damn well better, now let’s find h.” He said, already beginning to look around the room.

“Hand” JC said, taking Justin’s hand in his.

“Huge” Justin said, moving his hand down to the bulge between JC’s legs.

JC sighed in exasperation. “Justin”

“What? It is huge, and if I keep doing this it’ll get bigger. Wanna see?” Justin teased, as he caressed JC. JC moved Justin’s hand. “You are incorrigible, but I guess you win this one.” He laughed.

“Cool, now on to I.” Justin said, as he began his search.

“Holy shit, I is hard.” JC said, as he stopped and perused the room.

“Come on JC, we gotta find something for I.”

JC continued his search, while Justin went into the kitchen area.

Justin came into the room dragging a reluctant Chris behind. “I’ve got one.”

“So do I. What’s yours?” JC asked, eying Justin suspiciously.

Justin pulled a struggling Chris in front of him. “It’s idiot, Chris is an idiot.” He said, proud of his find.

“Umm, Just I think ink pen would be better.” JC said, trying not to laugh at Chris’ outrage.

Justin let go of Chris. “Eh whatever, he is an idiot but let’s move on to j.”

They grinned, moving toward each other.

“You’re my J.” Justin said, wrapping his arms around JC’s waist.

“And you’re mine. That one was easy, let’s do k now.” JC said, kissing Justin quickly and then breaking the embrace.

Justin turned around in a circle, eying the room. “Hmm, what starts with K?”

“Knife” Justin yelled, finding Lance’s pocket knife lying on a table.

“Knee” JC said, grabbing Justin’s knee right where he knew it was ticklish.

Justin laughed, dropping the knife. He fell on top of JC trying to stop the tickling. “Jayce, stop please.” He panted, attempting to catch his breath.

“Ok let’s do L now.” JC said, shoving Justin off of him.

JC leapt over Joey’s legs and sat on Lance. “Mine’s Lance.”

Justin sat on JC, kissing him as Lance groaned underneath them. “Mine’s lips.”

“Ok Justin wins that one, now get off. You guys aren’t light ya know.” Lance said, shoving JC and Justin off of him.

Justin and JC fell onto the floor still kissing. Joey began pelting them with pillows. “Enough of that, find m now.” He ordered.

“Mirror”

“Mine”

JC and Justin spoke at the same time. JC picking up a hand held mirror off of a table, as Justin grabbed his dick.

“Yeah, I guess that can’t be disputed. Everything I have is yours, especially me.” JC said, kissing Justin’s nose.

Chris threw a shoe at Justin and JC. “Jesus, you guys knock it off.”

JC frowned at Chris. “Come on Baby let’s find n.”

“Nummy” Justin said, grabbing JC’s crotch once again.

“Nympho” JC laughed, pushing Justin away from him.

Justin snorted, “Yeah, I’m a nympho. That’s funny coming from the person who had to have phone sex when we were apart for two days.”

“Ok, let’s move on to o.” JC said, changing the subject.

“Ooh o, how about org....oomph.”

Lance held his hand tightly over Justin’s mouth. “Don’t even say it Justin. I don’t even wanna know what you’d grab for that.”

JC laughing went to his boyfriends aid. “Let him go Lance, he won’t say it. Will you Justin?”

Lance released Justin when he shook his head no.

Justin punched Lance on the arm. “Jesus Lance, you don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Lance gave Justin a disgusted look. “Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you weren’t going to say orgasm?”

“Yes I can. That wasn’t what I was gonna say. But if it was I’d just grab JC, everybody knows he’s a walking orgasm.” Justin said, in a matter of fact tone.

JC interrupted before Lance could reply, “Ok let’s do o now, everybody that isn’t playing needs to shut up.”

“I think I have one, I’ll be right back.” JC shouted, as he ran toward the sleeping area.

“Wait, I know what mine is.” Justin called after him.

Joey chuckled at Justin’s expression, “He’ll be back J, just wait a minute.”

JC came running back into the room waving a well worn magazine above his head. “I got it.” He shouted, triumphantly.

“What is it?” Justin asked, he knew it wasn’t his or JC’s magazine.

JC began laughing as he showed Justin the cover of the magazine. “It’s a fucking special edition O-Town magazine.”

Chris shot to his feet, scrambling for the magazine that JC held out of reach. “What the fuck JC, give it back.”

“You have an O-Town magazine.” Joey asked, looking at Chris in shock.

“Yeah it’s pretty worn out too. Chris did I find your beat off book.” JC questioned, smirking at Chris.

Lance began wheezing he was laughing so hard.

Joey gave Chris a horrified look, “Please tell me that you don’t beat off to O-Town. Lie to me if you have to, just tell me that you don’t,” he begged.

“Umm, I think from the shape of the magazine and since only certain pages are worn out, that our little Chrissy has a crush on Jacob.” JC teased, holding the magazine out of Chris’ reach.

Justin took the magazine from JC and handed it to Chris. “JC don’t be mean, we all still remember your little crush on Brian Littrell.”

“Hey at least it was Brian and not the big dumb one.” JC retorted.

“Nick isn’t dumb, he’s just not the brightest crayon in the box. And I don’t like him anymore. I’ve got you, you’re the only dumb guy I want.” Justin teased.

JC lunged at Justin, knocking him to the floor. “I’m not dumb Timberlake. You say I am one more time, and you’ll be fucking your hand instead of me tonight.” He warned.

Justin rubbed JC’s leg, “I’m sorry baby, you aren’t dumb. You’re a fucking genius,” he placated.

“Good boy, now let’s move on to p so we can get this game over with and move on to the good stuff.” JC said, pulling Justin to his feet.

Justin grinned evilly, “That one’s easy, penis.” he said, grabbing Joey who stood right behind him.

“Justin for once can’t you say something like pen, paper, or even plate.” JC said, in exasperation.

Justin smirked mischievously and patted Joey on the ass, “Drop your pants Joe, JC wants me to find something else.”

Joey backed away from Justin, “What the hell are you gonna look for with my pants down?”

Justin stalked Joey. “I’m gonna find a new p work. Prostate.”

Joey backed further away from Justin. “No, NO you aren’t Justin. JC call him off.”

JC grabbed Justin by the belt loops on his pants. “You even try it Justin and you’ll never find mine again.”

“Oh god, you guys are so fucked up.” Lance moaned, dropping his head into his hands.

Justin sighed, “Fine, we’re finished with p. Let’s move on to q.”

“Ok, hmm......q is not going to be easy.” JC looked around the room thoughtfully.

Justin dove on top of Chris, reaching for his dick. “Q-tip, Chris’ dick is the size of a q-tip.”

“I’ll q-tip you, you fuzzy haired freak.” Chris shouted, rolling Justin under him.

JC dragged Chris off of Justin, as he began to choke him. “That’s enough! The q word is quarter.” JC said, holding up a quarter.

Justin stuck his tongue out at Chris, who lunged at him once again.

“I said stop it!” JC yelled, pulling Justin away.

“Sorry Baby, let’s do r now.”

JC and Justin began looking for r.

Lance watched in silent fascination, wondering what Justin would come up with next. Joey looked on, highly amused by the whole thing. Chris glared at Justin.

JC grabbed Justin’s hand. “Ring”

Justin kissed JC’s hand, “I’ve got a better one,” he said, with a look that clearly said he was up to no good.

“What?” JC asked, cautiously.

Justin eased over beside Chris, he leaned down and pinched the roll of his stomach. “Rotund” He yelled, as he ran from the room.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Timberlake.” Chris shouted, chasing Justin from the room.

Justin walked around the table, trying to get away from Chris. “Come on Chris, you really don’t wanna fight me.”

“You know, I don’t really want to hurt you physically. How about, I just remind you that I’m not the one that fucked Britney.” Chris chortled.

“Oh fuck Chris, that was low. I was drunk, I didn’t even come and I puked all over her. I’m still not sure if I puked because of the booze or her.” Justin said, obviously repulsed even talking about it.

JC stepped into the room. “Can we get on with the game now?”

Justin smiled lasciviously at JC. “Oh yeah baby, we’re up to s now.”

“Let’s go back in the other room and finish and do s.” JC suggested.

“I’ve got s. It’s sexy.” Justin said, placing one hand on JC’s back and the other on his ass.

JC hugged Justin before stepping away from him. “That’s better than mine anyway. I was just gonna say shoe.”

“Thank god, t is next. Justin can’t possibly come up with something nasty for t.” Lance said, with a little bit of relief.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” Joey laughed.

“Oh Christ, don’t say that Lance. He’ll take it as a challenge.” Chris whined.

Justin smiled devilishly, “Oh I’ve got my t.”

“Mine’s table.” JC said, ignoring the look on Justin’s face.

Justin sat down and began stroking his hard cock through his pants. “Mine’s turgid.”

“Oh god Justin, that’s indecent.” JC gasped.

“Well quit looking at it like you want to eat it up then.” Justin laughed, still rubbing himself.

JC tore his eyes away from Justin’s hand. “Yeah, moving on to u now.”

Justin still sat, touching himself.

“Justin, aren’t you going to look for a u?” JC asked.

Justin unzipped his pants and shoved his hand inside. “I’ve already got my u. Do you want to see it?”

“It’s in your pants?” Joey asked, in disbelief.

“What is it?” Chris inquired, not sure he really wanted the answer.

Lance dropped his head back into his hands, “Please don’t say it, please don’t say it, please don’t say it,” he began to chant.

“Urethra” Justin said, still fondling his genitals.

“He said it.” Lance sighed, shaking his head in his hands.

JC watched Justin hungrily. “Well that sure beats my umbrella all to hell.”

Lance looked up from his hands, making sure to keep his gaze away from Justin. “Ok why don’t you move on along and get to v.” He suggested, hoping Justin would stop touching himself.

JC tore his eyes from Justin once again. “V yeah, umm....vodka. I need vodka.” He said, grabbing the bottle from between the cushions where it had been stuffed.

Joey laughing at JC’s dilemma, turned to Justin and asked, “Aren’t you gonna find something for v?”

Justin with his hand still in his pants replied, “I’ve got my v, it’s vertical.”

“Shit, hurry up and do w. You two seriously need to get this over with.” Chris said, turning his back on Justin.

“Uh yeah, let’s do w.” JC said, watching Justin again.

“Window” JC said, pressing his face against the cool glass.

“Wet” Justin said, pulling his hand out of his pants and holding it up.

“Fuck” JC whispered, seeing the pre-cum smeared on Justin’s hand.

Joey began laughing hysterically. Chris groaned, trying to act disgusted. Lance continued holding his head in his hands.

“X now.” Joey said, breaking JC’s concentration on Justin.

I’ve got x. Come here Josh.” Justin motioned for JC to sit beside him.

Justin caressed JC’s cock with his free hand. “Right here’s x, it’s xtra large.”

JC laid his head on Justin’s shoulder as he began moaning.

“Hey stop it, the game isn’t over. You can’t do that out here anyway.” Chris informed the two lovers.

Justin moved his hand away from JC, but kept the other one on himself. “Ok Josh, let’s get this done so we can get freaky.”

“You surpassed freaky a long time ago, now you’re down right terrifying.” Lance said, glancing up at Justin.

Joey smacked Lance’s leg. “Shut up Lance. Let them go, this is funny. Find y now.” He said, turning to watch Justin and JC.

“Thanks Joe, I’m glad we could amuse you. Let’s do y now baby.” JC stood, as he spoke.

“Find your y Josh, I’ve already got mine.” Justin smiled at his lover.

JC dropped back down beside Justin. “Y...ye...yellow” He stammered, pulling the throw pillow out from behind him.

Justin pulled his hand from his pants. He watched JC’s face as he slowly began licking it. “Mine’s yummy. Want some?” He asked, holding his hand out to JC.

JC moaned as he dove on Justin’s hand and began sucking and nibbling on it.

“I know this was not in the contract when I signed up.” Lance said, dryly.

Justin gently pulled his hand away from JC. “Josh, we have one letter left.”

“Zipper” JC moaned, as he began pulling Justin’s zipper down the rest of the way.

“Zebra stripes.” Justin laughed, as JC exposed the zebra striped boxer briefs he wore.

Lance, Chris, and Joey rushed for the kitchen area, knowing that JC and Justin would not take it to the back of the bus.

THE END