Chris looked
to his right and sighed, rubbing a tired hand over his face. They were at it
again. He knew letting them sit together was a mistake. Next time Justin whined
and pouted at him, he was stuffing cotton in his ears.
He leaned toward JC. “Knock it off, the camera’s on us all the time,” he
said, nodding his head at the cameraman to their left.
JC turned wide, guileless eyes to Chris. “What?”
Chris sighed again. They didn’t even realize it, he thought. It was just a
natural thing, something they didn’t even think twice about. He flashed his
eyes the armrest between JC and Justin’s chairs. “Your hand, C,” he
whispered. “Look at your hand.”
JC held up his left hand in puzzlement.
“Your other hand, dickweed,” Chris said through clenched teeth.
JC shifted his gaze, smiling when he realized what had upset Chris. Justin and
he shared an armrest, and had unconsciously linked pinkies, something they did
all the time when not in public. He shrugged an apology to Chris and removed his
hand from the armrest.
Justin noticed JC’s movement and looked at JC. “What?”
“Sergeant Kirkpatrick is at it again,” JC said, rubbing his hands on his
legs and leaning his elbows on his thigh. “Said we were holding hands.”
Justin leaned closer to JC. “Were we?” he asked, his blue eyes bright.
JC’s eyes scrunched up under his hat. “Yeah, I guess we were.” He ran his
tongue over his teeth. “But your hand isn't all I want to hold tonight,” he
said suggestively.
Justin leaned back in his seat, considering his lover sitting so close. “Is
that right?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest so his biceps bulged.
JC rolled his eyes at the obvious display. He leaned forward a bit, causing his
hat to tumble off his head into Justin’s lap. With a lazy smile, he reached
over to get it, brushing the back of his hand over Justin’s crotch. “Yeah,”
he whispered close to Justin’s face. “That’s right.”
Their gaze held for a moment, until the clearing of a throat invaded their world.
“Stop it!” Chris hissed, pinching JC on the leg to pull him away from
Justin.
JC glared at Chris, rubbing his thigh, but turned away from Justin. Soon a page
came for them to do their award presentation and they went backstage.
Chris turned to the lovers in a fury. “God damn you two!” His face was red
with fury. “Do not ever ask me to let you sit together again!”
“Relax, Chris,” JC said, pulling a hand thru his hair before replacing his
hat. “No one saw anything.”
“Yeah,” Justin said, handing Chris his prop metal detector. “You’re much
to stressed about stuff like this.”
“ME?” Chris sputtered. “ME? That’s it! I’m done…you two can go screw
in public and I don’t care who sees and yeah…that’s the thanks I get for
saving your asses more times than I can count.” He glared at the lovers.
“You’re one your own, kiddos.”
JC and Justin exchanged an amused glance, then they both leaned in, kissing
Chris on both cheeks. “We love you, Chris,” JC said.
“And we appreciate all you’ve done for us,” Justin continued, smiling
sweetly.
Chris looked from one to the other, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “And you’ll
be good?”
They exchanged another glance, one that Chris couldn’t read, but nodded in
agreement. “We’ll be very, very good,” JC said.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Chris asked.
JC and Justin were prevented from answering, as it was time for them to go on
stage.
**********************
“Dude, that skit was lame!” Seann William Scott told Chris.
Chris nodded. “I’m gonna vet these things from now on, man,” he said.
“That one totally blowed.”
“Aw, I thought you were cute,” Shannon Elizabeth told Chris, coming up to
him and hugging him tight.
“Thanks, Shannon,” Chris said, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks. He always
got embarrassed around the pretty young actress.
Shannon saw the blush but chose to ignore it. “And thanks again for letting us
come to Orlando last month,” she said, kissing his cheek. “We had such a
good time!”
“Even though you lost due to my superior basketball skills?”
“Yeah, even though,” she agreed, looking around the backstage area. “Where
are JC and Justin? I wanted to thank them, too.”
Chris looked around, unable to find his band mates in the crowd of people behind
the scenes. Oh my God he thought. I’ve lost them… “Gee, Shannon, not sure…they
were here a minute ago.” He pulled away from the actress. “I’ll tell them
you were looking for them,” he told her, continuing under his breath, “if I
don’t fucking kill them first.”
Chris searched around the backstage area, saying hello to people he knew,
signing an autograph now and then. He spied the dressing rooms and headed in
that direction, opening the doors without knocking. “Oh, shit…sorry,
Nelly,” he said, backing out of the smoke filled room quickly. He moved down
the hall, his hand on a doorknob when he heard the telltale sounds of sex coming
from inside.
He placed a hand over his eyes and opened the door. “Okay you two,” he said.
“Get your pants on and get the hell out of here.”
God, Justin…yes…yes…oh…yessss…
“I mean it, guys…you’re gonna get caught!”
You taste so good, Josh…so fucking good…
“Dammit, Justin!” He peeked through his fingers, yelping at the sight of
Justin on his knees. He turned around quickly, slamming the door shut.
“They’re in there, aren’t they?”
Chris turned at the sound of Britney’s voice. “Hey, Brit.” Chris kissed
the blonde singer on the cheek. “Yeah, they’re in there. Oblivious to
everything around them, screwing like rabbits, and where’s Chris? Covering for
them as always.”
“Aw, Chris, I’m sorry,” she said, patting him on the shoulder, though
really didn’t feel sorry for Chris at all. She’d just spent two years
covering for JC and Justin, and frankly was glad her time as a beard was over
with.
“No you’re not,” Chris accused. “What am I going to do with…”
Chris’ words were stopped by a loud thud against the door, and more sex words
could be heard through the portal.
Yes…God, Justin…your mouth…baby…suck me, yeah, yes, yesyesyes oh!
“Jesus,” Chris groaned, his ears bright red at the sound of JC’s orgasm so
near them, with just a thin piece of plywood separating them.
“Maybe they’ll come out now,” Britney said hopefully.
Chris looked at her with skeptical eyes. “Ya think?” he scoffed.
Another thump sounded against the door, belaying their hopes that the lovers had
ended their tryst.
Your ass…so hot…gonna fuck you now…yes…
Britney’s eyes widened at Justin’s words. “Wow,” was all she could say.
So tight…so fucking good…you like this, don’t cha…yes…you do…so
fucking good
Chris rolled his eyes. “Try sharing a bus with them.”
“Hey guys!” came a high voice. “What’s going on?”
Chris and Britney turned to Nick Carter as he joined them at the door. “Hey,
Nick!” Chris said loudly, banging his foot against the door. “How you doing
these days?”
“I’m great, Chris,” Nick said, thankfully oblivious to the activities
going on behind Chris and Britney and the door. “Solo album out in October,
did you hear?”
“Yes, Nick, we did,” Chris said.
“In fact,” Britney grabbed Nick by the shoulders and turned them away from
the door. “I think Jennifer Love Hewitt wants to talk to you about touring
together.” She gave him a push.
Nick smiled broadly. “Really?” his voice screeched. “I gotta go find her
then. Later!”
They both sighed with relief as Nick walked away.
Faster…Justin…fuck me faster…harder…God…yes…baby…oh…God…oh God
JC’s voice was getting louder and louder. Chris and Britney noticed other
people starting to look over at them with puzzled expressions on their faces.
They exchanged a worried glance.
“You sure look nice tonight,” Chris said loudly.
“Thank you, Chris,” Britney replied, her voice equally as loud. “I really
like the mohawk!”
Do it baby…now…harder…yes
“Hey, thanks, Brit,” Chris answered. “I really like your, uh, belt!”
“Thanks!”
Oh God…Oh God…oh GOD
The last was so loud people stopped walking, stopping to stare at Chris and
Britney. They looked at each other in horror, wondering what in the hell to do.
Chris turned to the people watching them. “Bless America, my home, sweet
home!” he sang at the top of his lungs. He looked at Britney, eyes imploring
her to catch on. She did.
“God Bless America,” she joined him in song. “My
home….sweeet….HOOOME!!!”
Chris and Britney smiled at the people watching them, a few even clapping at
their impromptu performance. They exchanged a relieved glance as no more sounds
came from inside the dressing room. Soon the door opened, and a flushed JC and
Justin came out of the room.
“At least have the decency to look ashamed of yourself,” Chris scolded.
“Chris, old man,” JC said, laying an arm over Chris’ shoulder. “Sex that
good is nothing to ever be ashamed of!”
“Yeah, we heard,” Britney said.
The lovers turned toward the sound of her voice. “Britney!” Justin
exclaimed, gathering the young girl into his arms and holding her close.
“Damn, girl, you look good.”
She kissed him lightly on the lips. “You, too, J.” She peered over his
shoulder. “And you as well, JC…but the hat?” She shook her head. “I
gotta go, boys. See ya later.”
“Hrruummpph!”
They turned toward Chris. “Never, EVER, am I letting you two out of my sight
again!” He walked to them and moved them apart, separating the hands that had
already found each other. “And don’t even THINK about sitting next to each
other. Not here, not at the VMA’s, not anywhere!”
They walked toward the stairs leading to the seating area, Chris still yelling
at them and telling them in no uncertain terms that their behavior was beyond
acceptable. JC and Justin exchanged a glance, their steps slowing, allowing
Chris move away from them. They spied another dressing room and quickly slipped
inside.
“And forget about the Grammy’s!” Chris continued, turning to continue his
tirade, only to find them gone. He closed his eyes and slumped on the stairs,
unable to go on. “Why me?” he asked no one in particular. “Why me?”