The one where everybody finds out


“I’m not making this up.”

Joey watched as Chris and Lance looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. He’d just told his band mates what he’d seen, and damn if they didn’t believe him.

“We know that, Joe,” Lance assured him. “But couldn’t you have been…mistaken?”

Joey snorted. “I know I have the reputation of not being the smartest bear in the woods, but I do know when one of my best friends is getting a blow job from one of my other best friends.”

“Who was doing who?” Chris asked.

“Is that important?” Joey sighed.

“No, but I’m curious.”

Joey closed his eyes, then shook off the image he recollected. “Justin was…you know…on JC,’” he mumbled.

“Makes sense,” Chris concluded, and the other two looked at him quizzically. “Come on, think about their relationship. It’s always been JC and Justin, Justin and JC, and in most situations, JC has always been the leader. Why would them having sex be any different?”

The three band mates paused and let Chris’ words sink in. It was true, what he’d said. JC and Justin had always had a special relationship, a closeness that the other three never seemed to share. But they never realized just how close they were until Joey stumbled across them an hour ago.

Lance finally broke the silence. “So, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean, what do we do?” Joey asked. “We ask them about it…tell them we know…and find out what’s really going on!”

Lance shook his head. “It’s none of our business.”

“Yes, it is,” Joey protested. “It’s our business because it could hurt the group, and it’s our business because it could hurt our friendship.”

Again, Lance shook his head. “No, it’s not,” he repeated, stopping Joey’s protests before they could start again. “We have no idea how long they’ve been…together. It could be something that’s always gone on, and we just found out about it. They obviously don’t want us to know yet, so I say we should respect their decision.”

Now Chris protested Lance’s words. “No, we have to let them know we know, Lance. No way can we go on as if nothing happened.”

“So we confront them?” Joey asked, rising from his seat, ready to face his friends.

“You’re just gonna go in there and say, what?” Lance asked. “Maybe ‘Hey, JC, are you ready to leave for the venue now and by the way, what’s up with Justin giving you head?’”

“Better that then ignoring what’s happened!” Joey yelled.

“HOLD IT!” Chris exclaimed. “I have a better idea.” He signaled his band mates to come closer to him, then looked around making sure no one was near. “I say we exact a bit of revenge on the two lovebirds…”

***

JC practically leaped up the steps of the bus, throwing his bag on the sofa and heading to the back where he knew Justin was waiting. His lover was putting his bags in the back of the bus but turned as he heard JC approach. He saw the desire in JC’s eyes before his own closed after JC slammed his mouth on his, pressing his back against the wall of the bus, grinding his groin against Justin’s.

“Three months, baby,” JC said, his mouth moving down Justin’s neck to nibble the sensitive skin. “Three whole months…days…and nights…alone…” he continued, returning to capture Justin’s mouth, his tongue penetrating and dueling with the younger man’s.

Justin, meanwhile, was putting his hands to good use, running them up and down JC’s back, pushing between their pressed bodies to cup his erect cock, tracing the length and squeezing, making JC moan.

“Yep,” Justin concurred, his own mouth starting to travel down JC’s neck, unbuttoning his shirt, running his tongue over JC’s nipples.

Suddenly, both men’s movements paused as they heard a commotion coming from the front of the bus. They quickly separated as Chris’ voice penetrated their desire-fogged brains.

“Oh yeah?” Chris was yelling out the bus door. “Just for that, I’m gonna ride in this bus for the entire tour!”

JC and Justin looked at each other in horror. The two lovers left the back of the bus to see what the fuck Chris was talking about. The oldest member of the group was throwing his bags around, grumbling and cursing. He looked up as JC and Justin approached.

“Hey guys…I’m riding here from now on,” he proclaimed.

JC was the first to recover. “Uh, not that we’re not happy to have you, Chris, but what brought all this on?” He watched with a sense of dread as the other bus pulled away from the loading area.

Chris waved an exasperated hand. “Those two!” he yelled. “They make one fucking movie and all of a sudden they’re both Robert-fucking-DeNiro!” He passed between the two men and walked down to the lounge area of the bus, flopping on the couch and turning on the Play Station. JC and Justin followed. “I can’t stand them anymore!”

“But Chris…there’s only two bunks on this bus,” Justin pointed out.

“That’s okay,” he answered, “I’ll just sleep here in the lounge.” He sneaked a peek at the other two men, enjoying their discomfort immensely.

The plan that he’d come up with was, to put it mildly, brilliant. The three of them were determined to keep JC and Justin apart, keeping them away from each other until they realized what the other three were doing, and finally admitted that they were a couple. Chris had no doubt that they’d eventually figure out that he, Lance and Joey were keeping them separated on purpose, but wondered how long it would take for it to register. Lance gave it three weeks, tops. Joey had figured less, maybe two. Chris thought it would much less, under ten days. There was 300 bucks riding on the outcome.

JC and Justin both sighed with resignation as their bus pulled away.

Five days later…five long days of Chris on their bus…both JC and Justin were ecstatic to find out they group was planning on staying in a hotel for the next two nights. There had been no time alone for the past days, except for stolen kisses and fast gropes back stage, but those were hurried and unfulfilling. There was always someone nearby, it seemed. The two men stood apart from each other in the lobby, but looked at each other hungrily as Melinda approached, an apprehensive look on her face.

“Guys, there’s been some kind of mix up,” she began, holding up only three keys. “Seems the hotel is over booked and we’re going to have to share.”

Justin and JC couldn’t help but look at each other with relief. JC approached Melinda to grab a key and Justin was moving as well when the woman stopped their approach.

“Now, since everyone’s still not willing to share indiscriminately,” she said, looking pointedly at Chris, Lance and Joey, “I’ve decided to divvy up the rooms alphabetically.” She gave one key to Lance. “You’re with JC,” she said, “the Fatone boys are together, and Chris is with Justin.” Before JC and Justin could protest, she held up a hand. “If you’re not happy with that…figure it out on your own!” With that, she left the group in the lobby, sharing a secret smile with Chris as she passed him.

JC and Justin locked eyes. How can they get Lance and Chris to switch rooms with them?

“Come on, junior,” Chris was calling to Justin. “Let’s go check out the mini-bar!”

Later that night, after making sure Lance was asleep, JC crept out of his room and proceeded down to the pool. He’d called Justin earlier and made arrangements to meet his lover once Lance and Chris had fallen asleep. He looked at his watch. Two a.m., he thought. Lance had stubbornly stayed awake watching “I Love Lucy” re-runs, and had finally fallen asleep. He stopped at Justin’s door and softly rapped his knuckles on the wood. It opened immediately, and Justin joined him in the hall. The two men were silent until they were safely in the elevator.

“Jesus, Josh…what the hell are we going to do?” Justin asked, leaning against the older man.

JC’s arms came around Justin and held him close. “I don’t know, J. Right now, all I want to do is be alone with you,” he said, brushing a kiss on his fuzzy head.

Justin looked over at the elevator control panel. “We’re alone in here,” he said, reaching out a hand towards the stop button.

JC pulled his hand back. “No, they’ll send someone to help us as if we were stuck, and with our luck, they’ll get the doors open right when we’re coming.” He kissed the younger man quickly. “No, the pool’s our best bet, I think. It’ll be deserted at this time of night.”

JC was right. The pool was not only deserted, but also dark, the lights having been turned off hours ago. Both men reached the water and dove in and swam to the shallow area. JC caught Justin under the water, pulling the boy towards him, and kissing him under the water.

They broke the surface of the water gasping for breath, but whether it was from the lack of oxygen or from the kisses, neither knew nor cared. What matter was that they were finally alone, finally able to touch and kiss and caress and give and take. JC pushed Justin against the wall of the pool, groins rubbing against each other, hands roaming over skin so hot no amount of pool water could cool them off. Their mouths moved hungrily over each other’s, hot, deep kisses from the soul. JC’s hand slipped inside Justin’s shorts, and the younger man groaned as his cock was grasped. He almost came right then, it had been so long since he’d felt his lover’s touch. His head dropped back, his mouth gaped open, his hips moved against JC’s hand, faster and faster and…

“CANNONBALL!”

The men broke away from each other as Chris crashed into the pool. Suddenly the lights were turned on, illuminating Lance and Joey standing by the water.

Chris erupted from under the water, shaking off the excess drops like a dog. “Dudes, what a great idea!” he said, swimming over to Justin and JC. “We haven’t gone swimming late at night for ages!”

The lovers just looked at each other with regret before attacking Chris.

“Did you see their faces?” Chris asked the next day, still laughing over their joke on JC and Justin at the pool.

“I thought JC was gonna drown you, Chris,” Lance said, snagging a piece of toast from the room service tray. They were in the Fatone’s hotel room, having breakfast. Justin was still asleep, as far as Chris knew, but JC had left the hotel early, grumbling something about “getting this day over with as soon as possible,” and had hitched a ride with Melinda to the venue.

“Me, too,” Chris agreed. “I had no idea JC could be so…forceful.”

“Frustration will do that, I guess,” Joey chimed in.

“How would you know?” Chris asked. Joey was never frustrated, at least not sexually. Joey grinned as he answered the knock on the door.

“Hey guys, I see the other two have already left,” Dave Brown, their tour manager said, entering the room.

The three men looked at him. “What?” Chris finally asked.

“I saw JC and Justin leave for the venue with Melinda about thirty minutes ago,” Dave explained, then watched as three-fifths of Nsync ran from the room.

***

“Oh god..oh god..oh YES…oh god…yesyesyes…” JC mumbled over and over again as Justin’s mouth worked miracles on his cock. “Oh god..Justin…yes…love you…baby…oh yes..OH GOD!” JC held Justin’s head as he came in a rush, pouring his climax into Justin’s mouth as the younger man swallowed every drop.

JC looked down at Justin, the boy’s red, moist mouth smiling, pink tongue sneaking out to lick the last of JC off his lips. JC groaned and pulled the younger man up and kissed him, reveling in the taste of Justin and himself and their shared love. “Your turn,” he whispered, hands reaching down to Justin’s fly.. His pants were quickly discarded, and JC pulled Justin over to the couch, flopping them both down on it, legs entwining, hearts beating. Justin wasted no time in entering JC, his cock sliding home on the first try. JC groaned his pleasure as Justin pumped his hips in and out. Justin came in no time, days of pent-up frustration pouring out of him into JC, and he collapsed in a heap on the older man.

“This is nice,” Justin said, his head resting on JC, his hand lightly running across his chest. “I’ve missed you so much.” Justin turned and dropped light kisses on JC’s shoulder, while JC idly stroked Justin’s fuzzy head.

“I’ve missed you, too.” JC stretched, enjoying the feel of his lover on top of him. It was true, he thought. He’d missed Justin fiercely, and not just the sex. He’d missed just being with him, holding him closely, sleeping with him. “If it wasn’t so awful, it would be funny, you know?”

Justin looked up. “What would be funny?”

“The fact that we always get interrupted,” JC explained. “I mean, every single time we wanted to be alone, there was Chris, or Joey or Lance. It was almost as if they’d planned it.”

Both men went still as that thought sunk in. The lovers looked at each other and knew.

“Fuckers!” Justin exclaimed. “The little shits were keeping us apart!” Justin rose from the couch and put his pants on.

JC did the same. “I have to agree, Just. There were just too many times, too many moments.” He finished dressing, then turned to the younger man. Justin was having trouble buttoning his shirt. “But if it’s true…”

“It is!” Justin proclaimed through clenched teeth.

“That means they know.”

Justin looked at JC questioningly.

“About us,” JC said softly.

“That’s right!” The door slammed open as Chris, Joey and Lance entered the Toy Room.

Justin approached the three men. “Fuckers…how could you keep us apart like that?” Justin yelled, coming face to face with Chris

“How could you keep this a secret from us?” Chris, shouting back just as loudly.

Joey moved everyone inside the room and shut and locked the door. “Shut up, both of you,” he said, separating Justin and Chris before they came to blows, then instructing everyone to sit at the table. They’ve always decided things a group before, and this would be no different.

JC looked at his band mates. “So…I’ll go first. How’d you find out?” he asked.

“Joey found the two of you in a…compromising position,” Lance explained. “Your turn. How long?”

JC reached across the table and grabbed Justin’s hand. The action did not go unnoticed by the other three. “Two years.”

Joey whistled softly. “You did a damn good job hiding it.”

“Thanks.” Justin smiled ruefully. “But…does it bother you? Is that why you were keeping us apart?”

“Hell, no,” Chris said. “We don’t care who you screw…we were just pissed you didn’t tell us!”

JC chuckled. “It’s not just sex, you know…we’re in love.”

Chris, Joey, and Lance all grimaced. “The really mushy kind of love?” Chris asked.

“Yep,” Justin concurred. “The mushy kind…the forever kind.” Justin’s eyes were caught by JC’s, and the lovers gazed at each other with deep understanding and emotion, and JC ran a loving hand down Justin’s cheek. Chris and Joey groaned at the display of affection, wondering if maybe it had been a mistake making JC and Justin come out.

“Oh, blech,” Joey protested “That’s worse than seeing you get blown!”

“I think it’s sweet,” Lance said, earning a slug in the arm from Joey.

“Hey!” Chris explained, a great big smile splitting his face. “I won the bet!”



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