Justin couldn't believe it had come to this. He, Mr.Two Time Grammy Award Winning Artist, had been reduced to this level. He looked down at the package sitting on his coffee table. The discreet plain brown wrapper it had been shipped in, gave way to a luridly advertised box beneath. 'TUSHY KUSHIES' it read. Foam padded ass enhancer's to help the uh...well not so enhanced. He groaned to himself. This was really all JC's doing. I mean, a man has his limits right? He knew that JC was a connoisseur of the male ass. It's not like he hid it or anything. And Justin was cool with that. Really he was. It wasn't his fault that he was...err, lacking a bit in that department. No siree Bob. He just missed the line where God was handing out the fistfuls of tight buttocks that JC craved, because he was getting twice the recommended serving in the talent department. That thought cheered him up some till he remembered what had brought him to hiding out in his house and to purchasing the package now laying before him. Lance. Justin's mouth curved into a sneer. He was fine till JC crossed into the forbidden zone and started to ogle Lance's ass. Just because Lance's hind quarters resembled a firm, ripe melon, as opposed to..well...maybe the squashed grape of his own, didn't mean that Jayce had to make it so damn obvious. Which brought him right smack dab back to this point. Sighing heavily, Justin sat up and pulled the box closer. He can't believe he's even contemplating this. Wearing falsies. ASS falsies no less. Something to be worn under his jeans to help...accentuate the area where's he's lacking. He's about to scrap the whole idea, till a vivid mental image pops into his brain. Of JC sliding up behind Lance on the dance floor at one of the numerous functions they've attended and slyly running a hand over that pert raised mound. That settled it. C wants a man with a ghetto bootay...well then that's what he'll get. Justin was nothing if not determined to have JC, and he wasn't above using a little false illusion to get what he wanted. Getting dressed for the evening out turned into something of an ordeal. Justin had somehow forgotten that the leather pants he had chosen to wear had been tailored to fit him like a second skin. Which was great, except that it didn't leave much...or rather ANY room for his new roundess o'the butt. After adhering the pads to his own skin, he had struggled for a good hour to slide his pants up over his rump. Short of breath, and even less so of temper, he turned around in front of the floor length mirror and gave a little self exploratory wiggle. A huge grin covered his face. 'Ah yeah. Chasez, you're a dead man. ' A final approving pat to his new best friends and he was really to roll. Coming downstairs , he walked into his living room to find his hearts desire, as well as his arch nemesis, helping themselves to the adult beverages his fully stocked bar provided. Lance turned, and raised his Vodka and Red Bull in salute. 'Bout time man. We gotta head out soon. Anne, that hot new DJ from the Bay Area, is spinnin' tonight. You know she packs the house, and we don't want to miss it.' Justin nodded in agreement and casually sashay'd his way over to JC. 'Lookin' good man. You're workin' it. '. JC gave one of his big grins that made his eyes literally dissapear. 'Well thanks,You're a pretty fine lookin' cat yourself.' 'You ain't seen nothing yet' Justin thought to himself as he made a big deal out of walking past JC to the bar to grab himself a beer. Turning back to witness the lust he is sure is covering C's face, his heart dropped to see that JC had missed his whole little show and has his eyes peeled on Lance, who had bent over to grab something from the mini- fridge beneath the bar. 'Like that is it? Well two can play at that game.' Justin fumed inwardly, and leaned across the bar, butt raised high , and on full display. 'Did y'all see the new pants I got? Sweet ain't they?' He thought his blantant overture just might of worked as JC's eyes finally found themselves right where Justin has wanted them all along. 'Uh man'..JC's face is a study in confusion. 'You sure those are your pants? They look a little...tight. Uncomfortable even.' Justin's mouth dropped open in shock. 'Tight and uncomfortable?' He knew he wasn't always the brighest crayon in the box, but even he was pretty sure those words weren't code for' Damn J, you look mad fine and can I fuck you now?' Nope. JC really thought his pants looked tight and uncomfortable. Well wasn't that just dandy. Trying to recover his wits, and organise phase two of his plan, Justin was silent as Lance herded them all out the door and into the rented car they had hired for the night, so no one would have to drive intoxicated.. He was still in thoughful mode, as they quickly arrived at the club and were ushered inside to the VIP area. Deciding a little liquid courage was necessary for the next part of his onslaught to win JC's affections, Justin sidled up to the bar and ordered a shot. Or two. Maybe even three. Math was never really his thing. Feeling much more loose and relaxed, he was ready to make his move. Turning with his high wattage 'Yes, I'm the boy next door, but the boy next door you wanna screw six ways till Sunday' smile fixed firmly to his face , he scanned the room for C. Only to find him dancing with Lance. Dancing CLOSELY with Lance. So close that even the rack of skin and bones his current beard Cameron called a body, couldn't of fit in between them. 'Well fuck me running' Justin's mind stormed. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' Casually making his way over to the two, he shouted over the blaring music. 'Hey Lance. Some guy was looking for you'. Justin waved vaguely behind him. 'Something about a red carpet deal for some awards show or another. I couldn't really hear him.' Lance's eyes lit up with the prospect of grilling another set of B list celebrities and he quickly made his way into the crowd to search for 'some guy'. Justin quickly moved into Lance's vacated spot and started to sway to the beat. Slowly shifting so it appeared unrehearsed,he ground his secret weapon into Jc's frontside and held his breath. Hearing C gasp with surprise at first, before quickly turning to interest, caused Justin to close his eyes in glee. 'Now this is what I'm talkin' about. The two men moved in tandem, their bodies instinctively finding a rhythm. JC's hands found their way down to grasp at Justin's hips, as Justin's arms wound their way behind JC's neck. Hope ran high in Justin's heart, as he could feel JC's erection pressing against him. Well, he couldn't 'feel' it per se, as the ass pads sort of blocked that wanted contact. But from JC's harsh breathing in his ear, and the little twitches his body gave off ever so often, Justin felt positive that a nice, hard, cock was surely present. A slight trickle of doubt crept into Justin's mind about what would happen later. The later being him buck naked and spread eagled on JC's bed. Kind of hard to hide the sudden lack of a bountiful butt in that situation. But Justin, being Justin, was confident that he'd manage to figure a way to make everyone happy at that point. Happy of course being him on the receiving end of JC's aforementioned nice, hard cock. Yep, things were going along swimmingly for Justin. Hot boy behind him. Check. His own dick, stiff and desperate to escape the confines of his pants. Check. Driver standing by ready to whisk himself and C away and start the fucktivities. Check. Justin turned to smile blindingly at JC and suggest they get out of there and go somewhere more private, only to be met with JC looking at him blankly. 'Uh....what's up?' JC remained silent, his head shaking in confusuion as his eyes trailed downward. Justin's own gaze followed and a sharp exclamation of horror escaped as he saw what JC held in his hand. A slightly warped, damp looking Tushie Kushie. Justin's mouth opened and closed several times, trying to find the words to explain, before the entire situation became to much and he fled in shame. Crashing through random people, not stopping to apologise, all Justin could think about was making it to the sanctuary of the car and escaping into the night. Escaping to someplace far away where this could all be a forgotten memory. He wondered what Tibet was like this time of year. He could give away all his earthly possessions and become a Monk. He bet Monks didnt worry about shit like padding their asses. Who would even notice under those orange robes anyways. Busting through the club doors, the car in sight, Justin started to run. Not giving the Driver time to step out and open it for him, he quickly dove inside and practically hissed. 'Drive Now!' He let out a breath as the desired freedom seemed to be in sight. That was until the door came flying open with an irate looking Joshua Scott Chasez tumbling in after. Justin scooted back, till his once again flat as a pancake behind, was pressed against the opposite door. JC in one of his rare full fury moods, was not something you messed with. He knew some of C's fan's likened him to a kitten, but Justin knew better. JC was a sleek jungle cat, and in this particular frame of mind, a jungle cat that wanted fresh blood. 'Uh..hi' Justin cringed as he heard the squeak in his voice. JC just stared at him like he had grown another eye in the middle of his forehead. 'Hi? I'm grinding up on you and your ass comes off in my hands and you say hi?!'. If Justin thought he was embarrassed before, he was now finding new levels of humiliation. 'I uh..well see. It's like this.' Before he could stop himself, he was spilling out the whole story. Editing nothing. The way he felt about JC, his jealousy about Lance and his wonder butt. All of it. Justin's head dropped as he weaved his pathetic tale, his eyes fastened firmly on his hands. As he rambled to the conclusion, he heard a muffled choking sound. A choking sound that soon erupted into a gale of loud laughter. Justin's head whipped up in shock. 'You...you think this is FUNNY?' JC just nodded, tears of mirth running down his face, his hands clenched around his slim torso. 'Dude. You bought a fake ass from a fucking infomercial. Hell yes, it's funny.' The pout that crossed Justin's face was worthy of the days when he lived to bling and his tower of curls ruled the earth. It's not man. I..I..I thought I could get you like that' The amusement slid off of JC's face to be replaced with deep affection. 'J..dude. You uh....well you already had me man. I was just waiting for you to give me the go ahead. You didn't...need to go to all this trouble. Justin searched JC's face for deception. 'But what about Lance?' 'Man...I just like to watch his booty shake. Nothing more than that. 'Sides Jesse would kill me if I poached on his property. JC reached out and pulled Justin closer. 'Just be yourself man. That's what I want. Just be real.' Justin, who's inate self confidence was rising again,along with his libido couldn't help smirking. 'So I guess that mean's no sock stuffing huh?' JC smirked back and said 'You know, Man. We should sue Ronco. For faulty manufacturing' As they drove off together, the sound of boths men's laughter filled the night air. "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
--Martin Luther King, Jr