[TimberTrickC]

Justin knew something was up when JC told him to meet in his room after the show for a 'group meeting'. Justin knew, because 'group meetings' happened during daytime hours, and were scheduled by management. So Justin didn't know what to think as he dried off from his shower and dressed in track pants, the obligatory white tank top, and a too big for him sweatshirt. He didn't even bother to tie his shoes before he left for JC's room.

Joey opened the door and smiled wider than usual, sweeping his arm in a grandeur gesture, motioning Justin to enter the room. He did, and found that the other three guys were all wearing the same, large, fake, overly friendly smile. Joey followed behind him after shutting the door and turning every lock. Justin might have questioned this if Chris hadn't said "think fast" and tossed a beer at him. Joey sat and pointed to the empty table chair next to him, so Justin sat, too.

"Guys," Justin's voice held a tiny warning tone, like what is going on and tell me NOW. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Chris said too fast, and JC pinched him. Joey reached over and took the beer from Justin, opened it, and handed it back. One split second they held each other's eyes and Justin understood. Drink the beer, and make it snappy. Justin gulped half of it down in a breath, wincing at the bitter flavor and trying to stay the dizziness from drinking too much at once.

JC spoke up, "So, Justin, how's it going?" and Justin nodded, so JC continued. "You're twenty-one, now. You have been for a while. But it's also been, you know, a while since you and Brit broke up. We decided it was time to show you something."

Justin snickered, mostly out of nervousness but also because he was amused. "It's ok Jace, I've gotten drunk before. You guys know this."

"We're not getting you drunk, Justin," Lance finally spoke up from the other side of Joey.

"I've been high before, too."

"We're not getting you high, either," Joey looked like he was taking this seriously. Justin decided this was bigger than drugs or booze.

"Then, what?" Justin felt his heart beat hard, maybe skip a beat. He drained the rest of his beer bottle and gladly accepted the next one Joey handed him. He felt warm. Maybe it was the alcohol and maybe it was the sweatshirt. He felt like running, too.

"Do you trust us, Justin?" JC was talking again. Again, Justin only nodded, and again JC continued. "Ok," a pause "who's going first?"

No one said anything. Chris pinched JC and he yelped. "Way to volunteer, buddy!" Chris laughed and JC jumped up and dragged Chris to the middle of the room with him.

"Just for that," he scolded him, and Chris pretended to be frightened and challenged him with "you'll do what?" JC didn't answer, and Justin's focus darted between the two of them before he turned to Joey.

"Look, Joe, whatever this is, I--" but he was interrupted by Chris grunting and he looked back. "Oh shit!" he cried because JC had Chris pushed back into the wall and they were kissing. But Joey was suddenly using a forceful hand on his shoulder to push him back into the chair, and Justin realized he'd scrambled to his feet and tried to climb behind the chair to hide. He looked away and gulped his beer and wished he'd pass out already but then Joey was telling him it was ok and that he needed to just calm down and think clearly.

Justin thought this was funny, given Joey had practically ordered him into an intoxicated state. But he found himself trying to follow this most recent set of orders and he made himself look back at JC and Chris. He saw JC palming Chris's dick through his pants and he was saying into his ear such lewd things, Justin thought. Then dwelling on those things Justin suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like for JC to actually do them.

And he heard Chris groan really loudly and watched him bite at JC's neck and Justin decided that this was actually really really hot.

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