He finds his self standing in the shadow darkened hallway facing the "perfect" couple's bedroom. The blonde's sleep hazed eyes stare straight ahead at the partially closed door about thirty feet in front of him. He is frozen there unable to move, transfixed by the soft noises and satisfied moans filtering their way to his ears. He licks his soft plush lips in response, while he rubs the palm of his hand up and down his silk covered chest. Curiosity getting the better of the blond, he slowly untangles his bare feet from the unseen shackles that held him in place and glides quietly forward. He stops again, now steeled to a location only a few feet further down the hall. What stopped his momentum? A loud drawn out groan that is pleasantly familiar. It is the same one he's heard for the past three months. The same one that rings throughout the night on their bus or in any hotel room. A high pitched moan that always gets his body hard and his heart racing. The sound of one of his best friends and group mate accepting his boyfriend's thick hard cock into his body. The heel of the blonde's shaking hand steam rolls it's way down sweat soaked material and presses hard against the quickly heating flesh. Unable to control his urges, the young man guides his fervent hand up under the clinging night shirt and caresses the slippery wanton skin. He moans softly into the empty hallway as his finger tips gently massage harden nipples. His minuscule amount of self worship is interrupted when he again hears a lustful moan emanate from the lovers' room. He feels his cock stiffen, balls tighten when a patient and harmonious rhythm of "uhs" and "ohs" flutters down the hallway. Upon registering the sexy alluring voices, the blond moves his hand south down the slippery skin, circles his neglected navel and then brushes against his rigid shaft. The blonde's moist tongue works over his lips and he closes his pleasure filled eyes. His hand finally reaches it's target and slithers under the waistband of his pajamas and grips firmly around his hard throbbing phallus. The mix of precum and perspiration on his hand eases the painfully intense and erotic motions. His hips unconsciously flex forward while he begins a slow tedious pulling and stroking of his cock. The blond keeps his rhythm slow and matches that of the two men in the room. He continues the methodical ministration until the lovers' pace quickens. His long lashes flicker dazedly apart and he stops the rhythm of his fist when he realizes the change in tempo. He quickly, quietly stalks closer. He's afraid of missing their lovemaking; wanting desperately to steal a glimpse of the writhing bodies he knows his vivid emerald eyes will discover. He wants to see them again, he needs to see them again. The blond approaches the door cautiously and presses against it hoping he will see their ravishing embrace, wishing his eyes will befall upon the two men united. Before he pushes the door completely open, his ears are again assailed with feathery whispers and urgent groans. "Huhhhh...Huhhhh....Huhhhhh.....," a high pitched pleasure laden voice pants. "Mmm...unnnn.... Yeeeeaaahhh.... Oh God," a breathless voice murmurs as the panting increases. The blond outside the door stops. He stops because he's afraid he will ruin what is going on, scare them apart. He is satisfied with what he's hearing right now. He's seen it before. The two of them making love; he's seen it before. The blond closes his eyes and vividly draws up a clear and agonizingly erotic picture of the two men wrapped in each others arms. He can see the younger of the two relentlessly pleasuring the writhing pliant body underneath him; pushing in emphatically and easing out. The young lover then leans over the top of the slightly smaller man and attack the exposed flesh of his neck, leaving cruel red bruises in his wake. The emerald eyed watcher visualizes the wispy brunette panting heavily upon the feel of his lover's lips upon his skin, his lover's cock deep inside him. Long muscular legs are entangled around thicker ones, pulling them closer together, blending their bodies. The younger man nestles his lips against the other's neck just under his ear. The blond watcher then envisions the younger lover snaking his arms under the undulating brunette's body and grasping the smaller shoulders, forcing himself deeper. The brunette's head is turned sideways, mouth partially open, lips glistening with moisture as he continues to keep the cadence in sensually arousing moans. The watcher bites his own bruised lip and increases his stroking motion when he hears the sound of an inspired lover forcing himself deeper, harder into his lover. With his pajama bottoms wrapped around his knees, he finally reaches the apex of his desire. When he comes down from the mind blowing experience he realizes there is no more noise coming from the room, no more cries of passion. The blond hastily restores his garment, timidly pushes the door open and cautiously peers inside catching a glimpse of the aftermath through the large vanity mirror. His eyes snap wide when his brain registers what's happening. He realizes that his vision had been wrong. He curses himself and wishes he would've had the courage to open the door instead of stand just outside. He stares. Licking his lips, the young watcher turns to leave. "Damn it," he whispers as he slowly makes his way back to his own room. "I can't believe I missed that." He enters his room and makes his way to the bed, smiling. Laying down on his back, he slowly closes his eyes dreaming up the new scenario that he nearly witnessed. It would have to do until he actually saw it for his own eyes. He slowly drifts to sleep. *** "Damn it Joey, you should've been there." "What? Been where? What are you talking about, Lance?" "They were at it again last night." "They? They who?" "Don't play stupid, Joey. You know who I'm talking about. JC and Justin." "Yeah, so." Joey turns his head and peers at the younger blond over his shoulder. "Sweetie, you really need to get a new hobby and stop stalking them. Some would even go as far as call it an infatuation." "Yeah, whatever." "So anyway, you heard them fucking again. You've heard them before, shit we've both seen them together before. What's so different this time? "No, you don't understand what I'm saying here." "Well, then clue me in." "Okay," Lance pauses for effect, "can we say bondage." Joey's raises an eyebrow and smirks, "Really? That's defiantly something." The brunette spins around and approaches his boyfriend, gently encircling his arm around Lance's waist. Pressing their bodies together, "So did it turn you on?" He lowers his voice and whispers into an exposed ear, "What'd ya see?" Lance smiles up into deep brown eyes, "Nothing," he answers dejectedly. "They were finished by the time I could control myself to open the door." The younger man wraps his arms around Joey's thicker waist. "But what I heard... Oh man... Let me tell you." "So you didn't get to see any of it?" Joey questions softly licking the side of Lance's face. Lance shivers. "No, I only saw the aftermath. They were so fucking beautiful." Lance unconsciously rubs his crotch against Joey's thigh and laces his fingers through short auburn hair. He maneuvers Joey's lips over his and kisses them deeply. He releases the compliant lips and licks his own. "So fucking beautiful." Joey slips his hands down Lance's back and massages the twin mounds, forcing the blonde's crotch closer and intensifying the friction. "Tell me what you saw babe." "Mmmm..." Lance moans. "You fucking wouldn't believe it." "Try me." Joey removes his hands from their prior endeavors and guides Lance toward the couch. He sits and pulls the slightly shorter man into his lap. Lance instantly falls back against the brunette's chest and wraps one arm behind Joey's head, running his fingers again through gel covered hair. Joey's hands fall upon Lance's hips and he situates the blond into a comfortable position. The brunette then moves one hand up the younger man's chest and the other dips down onto a partially hardened cock. Joey presses his hand harder into the slowly waking member as he breaths hot air onto smooth skin. "Tell me babe. What did you see?" Lance tilts his head to the side affording Joey more skin in which to feast on. He closes his emerald eyes and sighs, while his hips slowly gyrate. "Mmmm.... Feels good." Joey chuckles. "You're seeing them, right now aren't you." Lance nods his head. "Tell me." "When... When I opened the door further, I saw Justin erotically moving his hips while he was still pumping his own cock. He was lying on his back at the foot of the bed, his stomach smeared with cum." Joey intensifies his ministrations as he asks his next question, "Where was JC?" Lance gasps at the increased pressure and moans softly. He worries the bottom corner of his mouth and then shifts his position. "He... He... He was lying on his back at the head of the... Of the bed," the blond swallows deeply. "He was still very..." He licks his lips, "very hard." "He was still hard?" Joey asks as he allows his hand to unzip his lover's pants and feels the younger man respond eagerly. "Yessss....mmm... Joey." The brunette attacks the tender flesh of Lance's neck, working his lover's body into a tither. "What else? What else did you see?" Joey finishes by licking long strokes up the side of the blonde's face. "His....mmmm... His legs were wide... wide apart... bent... bent at the... at the knees. Justin's legs were resting... were at his hips. Justin had...." Lance pauses. "Joey your gonna... Gonna have ta ease off baby..." "Hmmm...." "Please..." "All right, but only for now." "K." Lance waits for his body to simmer down before continuing. "Where was I?" "JC?" "Right. JC's was spread wide, his hands tied behind his back and the ends were secured... secured to his ankles. I... from... from my angle couldn't tell how he was tied, but I saw the rope wrapped around his slender ankles. He.. his body was still moving with Justin's rhythm... wanting release. It was... It was absolutely fucking incredible. But... But that... That wasn't the best part." Lance moves his hips in a circular motion and nibbles on Joey's jaw line. "No? What's the best part?" "Justin was fucking both of them with a double sided dildo." "Fucking get out of here," Joey nearly yells. "No fucking way... He was using... They were both getting... using it." Joey looks shockingly at Lance, "At the same time." Lance smirks and lets out a quiet huff, "That is what they're for. I saw him pull it out of himself and then JC. It was huge." "I know, smart ass. I just can't believe Justin would not fuck JC himself. Why the dildo?" Joey begins rubbing his hand under Lance's shirt and brushes against taut nipples. "Maybe... mmmm... maybe it has something to do... to do with Justin's issue." "About JC not fucking him." "Could... could you be cruder?" "Maybe. So, yeah about the huge dildo," Joey begins rubbing Lance through his open zipper again. "Was it as big as me?" He rubs faster, feeling for the wet spot and pressing even harder. Lance moans and pushes deeper into Joey. When the brunette feels Lance force the pace he removes his hand and slides it into the constricting underwear. Joey tightly grabs the phallus and pumps it vigorously until he recognizes Lance's peak state of arousal. He stops. "Answer my question, babe. Is it bigger?" He thrusts his hips into the denim-clad ass emphasizing his point and then continues. "Mmmm....yes...yes...it's big...ger." "Did it turn...turn you on? Did you stroke your cock and cum?" Lances closes his eyes and allows his body to tumble over the edge and he spills his seed over Joey's hand. The brunette whispers into the whimpering man's ear, "So, when did this start. When did you become so fucking infatuated with them that you'd let me give you a hand job in the middle of their living room." Lance moans softly, fluttering his wet lashes open. He lulls his head toward Joey's voice and reaches a hand up, brushing the back of his knuckles against Joey's cheek. "It was that first and only time I watched them make love that got me hooked, and now I can't keep my eyes off of them," Lance answers catching his breath. The blond slowly turns his body and straddles his lover's thighs; his expended cock laid to one side braced in his zipper. He leans into Joey pressing his soft member into the older man's stomach. The blond wraps his arms around his lover's neck and waits patiently while he regains his composure. Joey begins caressing his hands up and down the younger man's thighs waiting for the rest of Lance's answer. Lance repositions his self and then speaks quietly into the other man's ear. "My infatuation with the couple started a few months back before we even got together. It was at a Jive shindig and all of us were present and happily drunk. Myself and JC were probably the worst off. We were flirting with one another and it was getting extremely hot and so was he. I noticed Justin staring at JC from across the room and the older man sending shy but lustful glances his way. I decided in my drunken stupor that I wanted JC at that moment. I knew he would go for it. Like I said he was pretty hot, worked up about something. Who knows and I certainly at that time didn't care. I wanted to tear off the barely there clothes and slid my dick into him, fucking him with so much force and intensity that for a half hour he would forget all about Justin." "I see," Joey whispers softly turning his head to the side, hoping Lance wouldn't notice the pain surfacing in his eyes. "Baby, believe me when I say I don't feel that way now. I... I just get caught up watching them. I'm not gonna deny that I skillfully guided a very intoxicated JC across the floor and coaxed him beside me on the coach." Lance sighs, rubbing his hands up and down Joey's chest. "I concluded right then that I was going to make my move. I didn't care if Justin was right across the room nor did I care what he thought. I wanted JC and I was going to at least attempt it. So I leaned into him." "Did you kiss him?" Joey asks. "Yes," Lance answers rubbing his temple against Joey's. "Then Justin comes storming across the room and basically throws me off of his boyfriend. JC was so fucked up he had no idea what the hell was happening or was about to happen." "Wait a minute. I think I know what party your talking about. Isn't that the one where Justin first started fucking JC in front of people." "Yeah," Lance shyly nods, remembering fondly his front row seat. "He fucked him right there in front of us. He did it because I was making a move on him." "You don't know that." "Yes, I do." Lance leans back and tries to look into Joey's eyes. "How?" "Justin looked me right in the eye and said that JC was his and nobody else's." "Is that when you decided to go for second best?" Lance cups Joey's chin and forces his gaze to his. "No. You are not and never will be second best. I wanted JC because at that particular moment I saw my chance to take something that Justin possessed." "You wanted JC because of Justin." "I know it sounds fucked up but at the time, yes. Now... Now I have my own some kind of wonderful." "Did you really just say that?" Joey asks with a smile on his face. "Yes, you goof. I just said that." Joey tips Lance over onto the couch and skillfully climbs over the top of him. He covers the younger man's body with his own and nuzzles the soft flesh of Lance's neck. Joey canvasses the area with small nips and kisses while working his way up to an ear. He breaths heavily into it, "You know. I kind of think its hot." "What?" "The way you get turned on by watching them. To tell you the truth... so do I." Joey covers Lance's mouth with a searing kiss. "Ahemmmm...." Joey peeks up over the arm of the chair and notices Justin standing in the living room. "What do you want kid, can't you see I'm busy here." The Italians eyes twinkle, "So, where's the better half? Did you wear him out or something?" "Whateva Joey and wouldn't you like to know." "That's why I asked." The youngest blond places his hands on his hips ignoring Joey's last comments, "You two are so not gonna have sex on that couch." "Why not," Lance's deep voice questions, muffled by Joey's weight. "Why not? Why not indeed." Justin saunters deeper into the room and sits in the recliner. "That's JC's favorite couch. He'd shit bricks if he knew you to were getting hot and heavy on it." "You think so?" Joey laughs. "Fuck you Joey. Of course I know so." Lance pipes up, "Why is this God awful thing his favorite." Justin smiles wickedly, "That's the couch I made love to him on at that Jive party a few months ago. He went back and bought if from the guy the next day." Lance stares into Joey's eyes and mouths, "No fucking way." Justin gets up from the recliner. "Do you two want anything for breakfast? JC's cooking." "Yeah, just give us a couple of seconds." "Jesus, Joey for an Italian I figured it would take you longer than a few seconds." "Fuck you Justin," Joey replies as the younger man walks out of the living room and into the kitchen. Lance lifts his hips up and brushes Joey's hard on with his own. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Are you thinking that now more than ever you want to have sex on this couch." "Abso-fucking-lutely!"