| The youngest member of the group sat across JC's lap. Tour life was so lonely and he needed someone who he knew would be in the next city. Justin wasn't gay, but when he closed his eyes and began kissing his friend, he could barely tell he wasn't a girl. He just didn't open his eyes, and he had a girlfriend around to make out anytime. "Get a room." Justin pulled away and scooted off of the lap to look at Joey who had just walked into the room. "Hey, Joe. What ya doing?" "I'm bored." "You could always make out. It's fun." "Lance doesn't want to right now, but I could join you two." He looked over to JC, thinking he would be angry. "If you wanted me to." "I'm fine." Justin looked over at JC, amazed he at what he had just said. "I guess, I'm ok with it." "Cool." Joey walked over to the other two. Justin closed his eyes and let Joey kiss his lips. Damn that beard. It scratched his face and the whole girl image was over. Justin smiled against the kiss when he realized he still liked it. Joey pulled away. "No wonder Lance likes you so much." "Thanks." Joey wasn't really joining in. JC was sitting to himself, drinking from his bottle while the other two men rubbed each other's backs and shoulders, lips pressed close. Justin let hands pull his shirt off and he quickly did the same. He opened his eyes to see JC watching and closed them before he noticed. It felt so great to know someone was watching. He moaned to add to the picture. He listened to JC heavy breathing from across the way. Joey moaned into his mouth as he fiddled with the zipper of his jeans. "Hmm... I love you." "Don't say that, please." "Why not?" "Because I don't think you mean it in a friendly way." "Well, friends don't do this, now do they?" "Justin, I do love you, but you can't tell Lance." "Cross my heart." Joey laughed lightly at the words and bent down to the to Justin's pants, slipping them off. The cotton boxers soon followed and Joey began kissing something besides his friend's lips. ;) The door opened and a young blond walked in just in time to see Justin moaning on the couch. "I'm so sorry, man. I didn't know..." Lance put one foot out the door, but stopped when a second head popped up from the couch. "Joey..." The older man frowned and stood up to grab his arm. "It's not what you think." "I thought you loved me." "I do love you." Lance struggled to go away, but the strong grip refused to loosen. "Then why are you... you... doing that?" "I'm sorry." "Let go of me." "Please, don't leave." Joey pulled Lance in for a hug. "I love you." "Don't touch me." He finally pulled away. "Don't ever touch me again." When he was sure Joey would stay away from him, he slumped to the ground. "You can not say you love somebody and not mean it." "What? So, I can't love you and someone else." "Joey, you don't understand." "I don't think I can understand what goes on with you." Lance cried into his legs. "Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to do what I did with you? Do you have any idea how much it hurts?" "Stop being such a drama queen." Joey left the room. Justin looked over at Lance who was now curled up in a ball on the ground crying to himself. "Are you ok?" "I'll never be ok." |
| Loving you; Don't touch me |