On the dance floor Joey caressed his lovers cheek. They were on each other, in time with the music. Bumping, bodies close, grinding it on each other. Two hot bodies on the floor. Arms around each other, fingers through each others hair. Kissing playfully. They began kissing deeply, taking in one another. They moved toward the back room, not bothering to close the door.

On the couch, their shirts lost somewhere on the floor, they were making-out with intensity and loving every minute of it. With their breating heavy, the whispered in each others ears.

Joey once again stroked his lover’s cheek.

"AHHHH, Oh god, oh god, oh god. Bad images, bad, bad images!" I yelled shooting out of bed. I wiped at my eyes. It didn’t work. I quickly slapped myself.

"Ok, I’m alright now. It was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream." I looked at the clock, 4:24 AM, I didn’t have to wake up till 5:30, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t sleep, or at least didn’t want to. I mean after that dream about my best friends. I thought for a minute and decided a shower would do me good. I climbed out of the hotel bed and wandered into the bathroom, only hitting the table once on my way. I turned on the bathroom light. I flinched at the brightness of it. I looked in the mirror at my slightly blurred form. I rubbed my eyes and leaned in to look at my reflection. My eyes were bloodshot.

"Too little sleep" I sighed "I shouldn’t have gone out last night. I could have avoided the shots at least. ‘Come on Lance, one more. We’re all doing another’ Note to self, don’t listen to Joey."

I turned the water on, almost as hot as it would get. I jumped in and relaxed for a while. Clearing my mind. But then I started talking to myself.

"Damn man, why are you dreaming that they’re gay? What the hell are you on? I mean, Joey, dude, he wore the "you’re mom is hot" shirt yesterday. He would never be gay. I’m just crazy. Stressed out… something. Maybe I should call a shrink"

When I finally climbed out of the shower, the whole room was steamed. I wrapped in a towel and walked into the room. I hit the table on my way to the lamp. I turned on the light and picked up some clothes off the floor. I looked at the clock, 5:15. Damn that was a good shower. I grabbed some clean clothes out of my suitcase and threw them on. I laid down in bed and waited for the inevitable wake-up call.

I was right, fifteen minutes later Chris waltzed in my room singing. I just looked at him.

A few hours later we were at our soundcheck. I looked at JC, and I thought he winked at me. I turned away, and when I looked back at him, he looked at me like I’d gone insane. Backstage, he came up to me.

He patted my back, I sort of jumped away.

I decided to get some food. I found some fruit, I grabbed a plate and loaded it. I sat down and Joey sat across from me. I kept my eyes down, but I felt him staring at me.

Well, that definitely blew my cover but, luckily, he backed off. The concert was ok. I thought I saw JC and Joey kiss backstage, but, I don’t think that really happened. We climbed on the bus and I practically ran to my bunk. I fell asleep quickly.

They walked together into the back room.

I sat up quickly, hitting my head on the top of my bunk.

I dug my face into my pillow, unsure of weather or not to try to go back to sleep. But slowly, the exhaustion set in and I fell asleep, even though I didn’t want to.