A few moments after Justin meandered his way from the living room, a loud clatter echoes throughout the house. Joey, starts from the unsuspected noise and tears his self from Lance's fiery body, finally coming up for air. He wearily eyes the swaying door, grinning. The brunette gently rolls off his extremely horny lover and ignores the strong hands grasping desperately at his loose shirt. The young blond whines at the loss and sends wanton puppy dog eyes toward the older tenor. Joey quickly returns leaning heavily into Lance's stretched out body. He rests one hand beside the blonde's hip and the other slides down over the bass singer's pants and gently rubs the hard member he finds. The brunette smiles and leans down whispering into the heated man's ear. "Later babe. Not while they're in the house." "Jo...ey... Please." "No sweetie, later. I promise." "Fine but..." a deep searing kiss cuts off Lance's words. Their mouths linger over each other's until another loud clattering of pans breaks their reverie. "We better get in there before JC tears the place down." Lance smiles, "I can't believe..." he takes a deep breath, "J is letting C cook anything." "Well, from what you told me about last night, Justin will owe JC a lot." "Oh God, Joey. You should have seen them. He was so hard... and... and the cum glistening on their skin... I shuddered to think how that happened." "Shhh... Lance, you're getting me worked up again." A wicked smile emanates from the young lover, "I know." The older man playfully slaps Lance's thigh and wiggles his finger in front of the blonde's face, "tsk tsk, don't be so naughty." Joey heaves himself up off his boyfriend and stands up, jogging pants slightly tented. He quickly moves his hips away from Lance, as the younger lover reaches up to cup the enlarged phallus. "Lance..." Joey whines, "not now okay you freakin horn dog." The young blond chuckles and innocently bats his eyes, "What? I'm not doing anything." "Right." Joey offers his hand to his boyfriend. "Come on, let's get something to eat." He sighs when he hears Lance whisper under his breath, "That's what I was trying to do." Joey responds, "I meant real food." "Whateva," Lance mumbles as he grips Joey's hand and allows his boyfriend's gentle efforts to pull him up off the leather couch. He gasps suddenly when the brunette brings him tight against his chest, hands gripping the mounds of his ass. "Babe?" he breathes into the brunette's ear. "Later," he moans, "I promise." The brunette continues kneading the supple flesh and nibbles on the offered neck. He stops, letting his better judgment interfere with his current thought process. "You go see what JC is ruining for breakfast..." "What are you gonna do in the meantime?" Joey presses his self hard against Lance's groin, "Take care of this." The older man begrudgingly lets loose his boyfriend and turns, walking in the direction of the mud room. Another thunderous noise escapes from the kitchen. "You'd better hurry up and save what's left of breakfast." Lance laughs and runs his hands through his sleep messed hair. He takes a deep breath calming both his nerves and his body before making his way toward the kitchen door. The blond casually licks his lips and smoothes his wondering hand over his face. Hearing a muffled sound, Lance quickens his steps and quietly enters the kitchen. His emerald eyes grow wide at the sight befalling his vision. He snaps his eyes shut quickly and rolls his lower lip under the upper, biting softly. The blond mentally contemplates two things: first what exactly he is witnessing and second what his next course of action should be. Lance raises one eyelid uncovering only a blurry impression of the two figures into his whirlwind of a vista and reaffirms his first glance. The blond briefly thinks about clearing his throat, which would tear the two apart from each other. Then he thinks about expressing his presence by begging their pardons. None of these options make it into a plausible reality. Instead, he stands; arms crossed over his chest and watches his friends. Lance leans against the door taking in the refreshing and sexually arousing sight. The two lovers are entangled around each other, bodies pressed incredibly close, and pots chaotically litter the floor. Soft smacking sounds resound from the two men as their lips reacquaint themselves with familiar territory, familiar tastes. The watcher notices the haphazard pattern of large red welts on wrists and forearms as the desperate hands roam freely over quickly heating flesh. Lance focuses for a short time on Justin's hands; one is caressing smooth skin under a silken robe and the other ensnaring unruly auburn tresses. Lance inhales deeply, yet, quietly when Justin takes on the dominate role and moves his boyfriend across the small space between the refrigerator and the cooking island. He presses the thinner man against the cool stainless steel, aggressively attacking the brunette's lips, neck and ear. JC casually lifts one leg up over Justin's hip pressing his groin into Justin's thigh and the blond instantly grabs a handful of the brunette's ass. Lance watches as the younger man slowly and sensually messages the mounds of flesh beneath his fingers. He observes Justin's tongue slide along the offered skin leaving a shimmering of wetness in its wake. He bites harder on his lip tasting a slight hint of copper when JC rolls his head back moaning softly, undulating his hips on the strong muscular leg placed between his own. Justin's grip tightens in the brunette's hair, forcing it in a different direction, taking advantage of the newly exposed areas. The bass singer is thunderstruck when the tentative brunette advances his hand up the back of Justin's robe and snakes toward the nape of the neck. The young blonde's neck tenses up, and his lips forced away from their treasure when the long slender fingers squeeze. Lance notices a substantially intense blood bruise under JC's chin just above the Adam's Apple where Justin's mouth had been. JC's free hand presses firmly against his boyfriend's exposed chest and moderately shoves him away. Justin gives. The brunette navigates the youthful man back across the limited kitchen space until the small of Justin's back rests against the island's edge. Justin moans. Lance watches as JC dives forward. His eyes closed; he latches his mouth around a taut nipple, sucking and nipping assertively. Justin's hands are gripping the edge, knuckles white. JC's skillful hands slip underneath the terry cloth robe and guides the material down strained biceps. The brunette laps at the revealed shoulder and glides his fiery tongue over Justin's collarbone towards the other side. The blonde's body visibly shudders as the older man's actions lead further down his taut stomach, dipping into his navel. The next action takes both Lance and Justin by surprises. JC, frustrated at the angle, moves his arms behind Justin and swipes the small objects from the countertop onto the floor, hoisting the blond onto the smooth marble surface. He quickly takes up where he left off, turning his head and thrusting his tongue hungrily into his boyfriend's moist hole. The brunette's hands cling onto Justin's trim waist pulling him closer. Lance covers his mouth as he gasps at the sudden aggressiveness of his brunette friend. However, the two would get no further in easing their greed. Joey bursts into the room, "Okay, I know you're not having sex while you should be making me breakfast." He stops dead in his tracks upon seeing Justin and JC. JC stopped his assault on Justin's body and now cuddled his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck with his head turned away. The blonde's strong legs were wrapped securely around JC's slim waist, head resting on JC's. He whispers into the older man's hair. Joey and Lance both watch as the brunette nods his head and slowly disentangles his self from his younger lover. Lance slaps Joey's shoulder, "Now look what you did." "Jesus if I'd known that was on the menu," Joey says loudly, "I would have ordered breakfast in bed." Justin exhales, seemingly lost without the touch, the feel of JC next to him. "Fuck off, Joey." Lance continues watching the brunette while he gingerly makes his way toward the oven. He bends over and opens the door peering inside at his creation. Without thinking Lance scoffs, "JC that's probably what got you in trouble in the first place." The lean brunette turns quickly around, places his hands on his narrow hips, and shuts the door in a flurry of motions, "What?" "Bending over like that... I can so see Lil' J jump at that sight." "Totally agree with you there, babe," Joey snorts. "Guys leave him alone." Justin reaches his hand out toward his boyfriend. "Com'ere baby, I miss you." JC obediently walks smoothly toward Justin and takes hold of the out stretched hand. The blond pulls his lover close and whispers words that were indecipherable to the other occupants in the kitchen. The youngest singer peers over JC's head scowling at the other two men, "Get another hobby Lance." The buzzer on the oven rang and JC moves away from Justin. They eat without another word. Lance watches through downcast eyes. ** Three days later Lance is leaning against the entryway of their dressing room; his arms crossed, groin hard. Joey immediately knows what or rather whom he is watching. He sighs and slowly crosses the small space between his self and his boyfriend, snaking his arms around the firm waist. Lance startles but does not make a sound loud enough to hear. Joey's hands slide up the soft material covering Lance's torso and flattens his hands on the well-defined pectorals. He begins moving his hands stimulating already sensitive nipples. Lance's hands move up and cover the larger ones, pressing them harder against him. Joey's chin rests on the bass singer's shoulder, staring in the same direction. "What are they doing, babe?" "Mmmmm, hey lover." Lance's wiggles his ass into Joey, "They're just kissing right now. I've got a feeling this will heat up." "They always do," Joey replies, kissing his neck. "That feels good Joey." Lance closes his eyes, enjoying the tingling sensations Joey's beard caused. "Aren't they suppose to be getting ready for the interview?" "They are." The two men observe their friends from the doorway. They make sure that no sound comes from themselves, and no sound disturbs the sight in front of them. They watch while Justin slowly maneuvers a complacent JC into his embrace, pushing the smaller man unobtrusively into the wall. The blond slowly begins his assault over familiar terrain, sucking gently on the soft desirable curve of JC's neck. He cups his hands around his brunette lover's face fixing their gaze on one another. He speaks unheard words and their mouths collide. Justin devours JC's mouth, remembering every smooth millimeter of it, pushing forcefully through the supple barrier and into the heated cavern. The arousing sound of their lips smacking channels through the air. They both inhale and exhale erotically, tongues dancing, as they steal each other's breath. Justin's kisses start wondering as he slides his scalding mouth down the side of JC's offered neck. He caresses his tongue over the milky white skin and draws it over the large fading love bite. The blond latches on and begins nibbling and sucking on his favorite spot. However, his actions discontinue when the brunette turns his head. Justin smirks and leans in, nuzzling the newly afforded area. JC shyly regards the carpeted floor, smiling at the words Justin purrs into his ear. Justin pulls back hooking his finger underneath the brunette's chin. He turns his lover's gaze his way and then tenderheartedly tips his head back, displaying the fading bruise. The blond smoothes the side of his index finger over the mark, memorizing it. Lance and Joey barely hear JC's plea and the youngest blond allows the older man's chin down. They stare at each other briefly before their mouths rejoin in a delicate mesmerizing kiss. They slowly work their lips against the others; tongues darting out, flicking and teasing. Lance watches as JC runs his slender fingers up Justin's back and into his golden hair, twisting random curls around them. He carefully, gently maneuvers them around, resting the young singer's back against the wall taking control of their movements. Justin smiles around their kiss. The older man's hand presses gently into Justin's clothed covered phallus, rubbing and stroking. He brushes his angular fingers over the hard member and traces the outline of it. The blond deeply moans into JC's mouth, kisses wet, hips following the older man's touch. The brunette increases the pressure. He then finally grabs his lover's cock through the soft material, pumping it to an unseen rhythm. JC peers down at his actions and witnesses the cloth become wet with precum. JC slowly tips his head back, blinks his star struck eyes and stares adoringly at Justin. The younger blond has his eyes closed, worrying his bottom lip to stop from crying out. The brunette smiles, leaning in for another round of passion filled kisses. His hand never leaves Justin's erection. Justin's hands skirt over the bared skin of JC's body. He caresses them over the heated flesh while indulging in his lover's lips. His actions falter when he feels JC's body press against his own, rubbing their clothed covered cocks together. His blue eyes close at the friction. He nuzzles the side of JC's face while the older man rotates his hips and runs his hands up and down Justin's muscular arms. The blonde's hand cups the back of JC's neck and aligns their lips. He presses his tongue deep into his lover's mouth, battling for possession, taming the aggressive fire brewing behind startling blue eyes. He fists the auburn tresses and yanks JC's head back, staring at slightly dazed man. He licks his lips and attacks the underside of JC's chin. The other blond readjusts his large erection and swivels his hips in a slow circular motion. He draws out a low heated groan from his own lover. Lance turns his head and murmurs into Joey's ear, "Fucking hot, aren't they." Joey's tenor voice hums into Lance's neck, "Mmmmm hmmmm." Upon hearing a throaty moan from Justin, their eyes wrench away from one another and back toward the show in front of them. JC's hand is cupping Justin's trapped erection rubbing up and down it while pushing his own into Justin's hand, lips locked. JC captivates their attention with his new brave and bold actions. The brunette's hand slips down the front of the blonde's boxer briefs rubbing anxiously and emphatically at the large phallus trapped inside. He continues massaging the younger man as his lips attack exposed skin, sucking and nipping. Justin returns the favor, sliding his hand down into tented briefs as his other tightens its grasp of auburn tresses. He dips down and laps a rough tongue over a neglected nipple. JC hums into the blonde's golden skin upon feeling a strong hand grasps his erection and assails his body. They rub their foreheads together while continuing their ministrations. Justin's passion filled moans deepen, his head snaps back, eyes squeeze tightly together while his body enjoys the quick hand moving over his cock. Justin's electric blue eyes flutter open as JC moves his lingering lips down his throat and then back up, suckling the blonde's lower lip. The blonde's musical voice rings loudly throughout the room. JC quickly withdraws his hand. Heavy breathing is the only sound heard. The blond looks down at his boyfriend, confusion whirling in his eyes. Lance hears him mumble something about stopping, but he isn't exactly sure what is said. JC shakes his head at Justin and then closes the gap between them, tongues dancing, lips smacking. "Should we tell them they only have like twenty minutes." Lance shakes his head, "No, not yet." "You're evil." "I know." They notice when their eyes take in the two beautiful people in front of them that both men have their erections out, each one pulling and stroking the other's. JC's moist mouth is covering every inch of Justin's, memorizing it, making love to it. Mouths locked together in a steady slip and slide of tongues, wetting each other's skin. The brunette's body is steadily rocking forward and back, forcing a faster pace for his lover to keep up with. Justin tears his sedated lips from JC's and canvasses the brunette's collarbone with small kisses. He then moves to a taut nipple sucking it into his heated passage. JC takes over, fisting both cocks, working a slow rhythm still rocking his hips. He reaches up and wraps a slick hand into Justin's hair bringing the younger man's mouth closer. The brunette deepens the demanding kiss he has captured the blonde's lips with and he grips both enlarged members, rubbing them together, pushing his tip into Justin's soft curly pubic hair. His grip tightens, hips quicken and breaths become erratic as the older lover becomes impatient. In one liquid movement, JC drops smoothly to his knees, peering up into Justin's slowly opening azure orbs. The brunette rubs his hands over the smooth skin of the blonde's thighs, begging with his gaze. Justin's hand rests on the side of his older lover's face, shaking his head back and forth. JC rubs his face into the warm hand cupping it, licking the palm and placing soft kisses on the wrist. The brunette tries to lean in and engulf Justin's cock, but is stopped by the hand caressing his face. He looks up. Lance catches his breath, wondering why Justin made JC stop. He decides to creep closer, bringing his own lover with him. He hears the last part of the other blonde's statement. "Not here baby, you're too good for that." He helps the brunette up, "I won't degrade you by having you do that here," Justin says while soothing his lover, gaze pinning Lance's. "...but, Justin..." the brunette stuttered, "I want to." He wraps his hand around the narrow neck and pulls JC closer, "Later baby," he whispers. Suddenly a voice interrupts the private conversation. "Let's go. You two have six minutes left before we go on air." Justin rubs his thumb over JC's swollen lips, "Later. Okay." JC nods his head. Justin yells over his shoulder, "Give us a few more minutes. We've gotta go to the bathroom," Justin winks at his lover. "Let's get dressed."