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Joey looked up at the other couple in the room. Justin had a nice hard body and he gave him all the sex he wanted, but Justin wouldn't cuddle with him afterwards or talk about love. He was starting to wonder if he really should have ruined what could have been a caring relationship with Lance. So what if he wasn't always in the mood and so what if he wanted to be the only man in his life? He had something more about him. He had something that Chris respected and was able to share with him. Joey felt rage build up inside him for the man who was twisting his fingers with Lance's. Where was his second chance? Suddenly, another face became visable to him. JC sat in the corner, watching his friends the same couple. JC was lonely and Joey wondered if he contained the same potential as his earlier goal.

LATERATTHEHOTEL

JC had the single room and Joey knew he was in there, alone. He walked in to see JC changing clothes.

"Joey, can't you knock?"

"I just had to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About us."

"Ok... what about us?"

"Well, I wanted to tell you something about me and I was wondering if you felt the same thing?"

"And that thing would be?"

"I think that maybe I feel something towards you. You could call it love, but it's not like the same kind of love I feel for my other friends. It's more."

"Wow, you love me?" Joey turned back towards the door.

"I knew this was a bad idea. You probably hate me."

"No," JC pulled on Joey's shoulder. "I love you, too." Finally, JC was going to have that love he wanted and needed so badly. "I thought you were with Justin, though."

"I was, but he was just for sex. I wanted to find love, and I thought I could find it in him, but I was wrong."

"Is that what happened with Lance?"

'He didn't really love me. I found that out afterwards. I mean, he thought he loved me, but you know how it is to be young. You think you're in love with everyone who shows you any kindness." Joey put an arm around JC's waist. "I know I love you, though. I know I want to kiss you." He bent in and kissed those lips.

"Joey, I've wanted someone to really love me for so long."

"I know." Joey reached down to JC's belt. "And I do really love you." He slipped it out of it's loops and it dropped the leather to the ground.

"Wait. I want to make this special."

"How?" JC reached into his bag, pulling out candles, lighting them and placing them on the nightstands. He pushed the bag off of the bed and lied down. How cheesy. Joey didn't care. He would still get what he wanted. The larger man crawled onto the bed, looming over JC.

After about 15 minutes, the two men were lying next to each other in the bed. JC's eyes beamed at the idea of a love of his own. Joey's closed as he thought about the whole idea, and didn't fill with joy.

"I have to take a shower, ok?"

"Ok." Joey walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Maybe he wasn't capable of that type if emotion. Maybe Joey Fatone wasn't meant to love.