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If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.
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I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction.
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And now, back to our story in progress.
"About how these pants make me look like one of the Village People," I said, gesturing down at them. "I may not be, you know, quite so trendy as you two, but I know that nobody wears fringed leather pants outside of gay porno."
Josh giggled, innocent and unsuspecting, and I felt something twist inside my gut. I felt awful lying to him, but I also didn't want to call Justin out right in front of him. Clearly the whole issue was something Justin didn't feel like discussing, and I was sure he'd feel even less like talking about it if I forced the issue in front of his best friend.
"Jack? You OK?" Josh asked, watching my face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked, facing the mirror again.
"I dunno," Josh said, stepping up behind me to look over my shoulder. "You made a weird face there for a second."
The dressing room was starting to feel a little cramped with both of them in there.
"I think I'd like to get out of these pants now," I said, turning to face both of them. "And there's barely room for me in here, much less both of you."
"Why don't I take these shirts up to the front?" Justin asked quickly, grabbing the ones from the keeper pile. His face had settled back into a normal expression. "The girl can start ringing them up while you get dressed again."
"Oh, good idea," Josh said. "Grab that other pair of pants, too, the ones without the fringe. They'll still look good with those."
"Yeah, OK," Justin said, practically bolting from the stall.
Justin swung the door shut so hard it hit Josh in the back, toppling him into me. We slid backward, his hands on my bare chest, until my back hit the cold mirror, and I yelped.
"You OK?" Josh asked, his hands on my arms as we both regained our balance.
"Yeah, the mirror's just cold," I said. "Let me get these pants off."
"Need some help?" Josh asked, unsnapping the top button. "I like taking your pants off."
"As much as I'd like to say yes, Josh," I began, stepping away from him, "we're in the mall. On the other side of that mirror, there's probably a camera, or a person, and as much as they might like the show, I don't want someone to recognize you."
"You're right," he sighed, leaning back against the wall.
I quickly slid out of the pants, and Josh handed me mine, and then handed me my shirt. I sat on the bench to pull my shoes on.
"Hey, is everything ok with Justin?" Josh asked, looking down at me.
"I think so," I said, swallowing. "Why?"
"I don't know," Josh answered. "He's just seemed kind of off for the last day or two, and I know he and Brit are having some problems right now."
"Well, why don't you talk to him about it?" I asked. Maybe Justin would talk to Josh about watching us the other night, since I was pretty sure that was at least one of the things bothering him.
"Justin and I don't really talk as much as we used to," Josh sighed, sitting down next to me. "He's been talking to you, though, hasn't he?"
"A little," I said, shrugging.
"He seems to like you, and to trust you," Josh said. "Do you think he's ok?"
"I think so," I said. It was basically true. "I think he's just working some stuff out right now. I mean, Josh, he's only twenty years old, and he's in a somewhat serious relationship, but also very much in the public eye. I'm sure he's got a lot to think about, just like the rest of you."
"You're probably right," Josh said, shrugging.
I heard a knock at the door of the stall.
"Yes?" I asked.
Justin poked his head in, saw us sitting together on the bench, and smiled.
"Are you two having a moment?" he asked, grinning. "Because the girl up front wants to ring this all up."
"I think we're good," I said. "Josh?"
"Yeah, we're good," he agreed as we both stood.
After we finished in that store, Justin wanted to stop by a record store. I wanted to give Josh a chance to talk to him, so I suggested that I take the bags down to the car, since we had accumulated quite a lot of them, and then I'd meet them back at the store. Josh agreed that it was a good idea, and whispered a "Thanks. I love you," in my ear as I took the bags from him. Dragging them down the mall, I realized that I really hadn't been keeping track of how much Josh was spending, until I loaded them into the back of Justin's Mercedes, counting out all nine bags.
"Good God," I marveled. There was a lot more than one outfit in there, and that was really all I thought we were leaving the house for.
By the time I got done loading the bags in and locking the car back up, Josh and Justin had left the record store, and were sitting on a bench out front. The two of them had their heads together out front, leaning toward each other, smiling and talking in low voices. I saw them together, completely oblivious to the world around them, or to any of the people walking by, and I smiled. The two of them were still friends, no matter what either of them was worried about. They just needed a little push every once in a while, and I was glad that I'd helped them with it. As I walked up to them, from the back, I caught a little of their conversation.
"But what's it like?" Justin asked. "I mean, is it kind of the same, or what?"
"Well, you know, not exactly," Josh answered. "I mean, all the pieces don't line up the same way."
"But it doesn't feel funny?" Justin asked.
"No, it doesn't," Josh answered. "If anything, what I was doing before, with girls, felt funny. This feels right to me, Justin. This is who I am."
"And the rest is the same?" Justin asked. "The way you feel?"
"Yes, Justin," Josh said. "I feel complete. I feel like everything I had before, everyone I dated and thought I loved, was just like playing before this. I love Jack, Justin, for real."
"Then I'm happy for you, bro," Justin said, smiling. "Hey, where is Jack? He's been gone forever."
"Should we go look for him?" Josh asked, starting to rise.
"There you guys are!" I said, approaching the bench. "Miss me?"
"Of course I did," Josh said, as they both stood.
His smile washed over me, and I realized that I really did love him, too.
"What did you buy at the record store?" I asked, looking at the bags next to them.
"Uh, more stuff?" Justin answered, smiling.
"Because the trunk isn't already full," I said, shaking my head. "Come on. Let's go home before the two of you buy anything else."
The three of us walked down to the car, Josh and I side by side, and Justin a few steps off from us, humming to himself. When we got to Justin's car, Josh surprised me by climbing in the backseat with me.
"Hey, no funny stuff," Justin said, checking the rearview mirror.
"I promise," Josh said, sliding over until he was pressed against me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, laughing.
"I haven't been able to get close to you all day," Josh said, taking my hand and laying his head on my shoulder. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too," I answered, kissing him on the forehead. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his closeness, resting my head on top of his.
Josh's hands were soft, his fingers long, and he had a little bit of brown hair sprinkled over the back. When he held my hand, he always laced his fingers through mine, and locked them, keeping us as close as possible. I looked down at our hands for a moment, and when I looked up Justin was watching us in the rearview mirror. As my eyes met his, he quickly looked away.
"Did you have fun today?" Josh asked, whispering softly against my neck.
"I did," I answered. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," he answered. "And we're going to have even more fun later."
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said, smiling.
We unloaded all of the bags from the car onto the table on the patio, so that we could figure out whose stuff was whose. Josh pulled the record store bag away from me before I could even glance inside, and tried to cover it by handing me a bag of shoes. I chided him that his taste in music must be really, really awful if he was ashamed to even let me look in the bag, and he still refused. While we were sorting Justin's stuff out from ours, Chris walked by, and we invited him to come out with us that night. He enthusiastically agreed. When we had everything sorted out, Josh and I took his many purchases upstairs, where I dumped them next to the couch and began removing tags and folding everything back up. Josh walked by and ruffled my hair, bending down to kiss me.
"You're so practical," he said, chewing on my ear a little.
"And you're so over the top," I said, laughing. "There are more clothes here than I've bought myself in a year, Josh. I'm never going to have places to wear all of these."
"Yes you will," he said, standing back up. "I promise. You want me to just call for a pizza for dinner? We can eat it while we get ready."
"Works for me," I said, trying not to look at the price tags as I removed them. Why didn't stores do this themselves? Josh ordered the pizza, and then turned back to me.
"It'll be about forty-five minutes," he said.
"Perfect," I said, smiling. "Come here."
Josh walked over and stood in front of me, looking down. I looked up at him and smiled.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Hopefully you," I answered, grabbing him by his belt loops, pulling him closer.
Josh looked down at me, licking his lips, as I quickly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Grabbing his boxer briefs, I pulled them down quickly to his ankles, and his hard cock sprang out, almost hitting me in the face. Leaning forward, I let my slips slide over it as I took him, quickly, all the way into my mouth, until my face was pressed against his abs, my nose tickled by his hair.
"Oh, Jack," he half whispered, throwing his head back quickly before looking down at me again.
I pulled back a little, feeling the ridges along his shaft slide past my lips, until just his head was still in my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, running my tongue along the ridge around the base of it, feeling it pulse and throb. I swirled my tongue over the head, caressing it, sliding the tip through his slit as he groaned and dropped his hands to my head. They tangled in my hair, not pushing, just resting.
Josh's eyes were closed, and he was turning his head from side to side, panting my name over and over, as I ran my hands up and down his thighs, squeezing, feeling the strong muscles of his legs flex and strain. I sucked lightly on his cock, sinking back into the couch, and pulling him along with me. Without letting his cock slide from my mouth, I pulled him back until he was kneeling on the couch, a knee on either side of my hips, and his hands on the back, supporting himself. My hands crawled up to his ass, feeling it clench as he began to push in and out of my eager mouth, slowly at first, but then harder.
"Oh, God, Jack," he panted, looking down at me, watching as his slick pole slid through my opened lips again and again.
I looked up at him and smiled around his cock as best I could, and then hummed around it, watching his eyes close with dreamy pleasure again. Abruptly I pulled all the way off of him, letting his cock fly out of my mouth with a wet pop. It smacked against his abs, causing his eyes to fly open, and then as it dipped back down toward me I began to lick up and down it with my outstretched tongue, attacking it like a giant candy cane. Catlike, I swiped my tongue up and down Josh's shaft, over the huge vein along the bottom, up and down the velvety throbbing smoothness of it, over the head, which was slightly salty with the precum he'd begun leaking. I dipped down to his balls for a second, and then swabbed my tongue all the way up the underside of his cock and over the head before I took him in my mouth again.
Josh stopped chanting my name, and was just releasing a stream of incoherent noises and high-pitched sighs of pleasure. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth again, faster, and with more urgency, his cock sliding over my tongue as I lay back on the couch, stroking his legs, running my hands over the hair on his thighs and feeling it scratch at my palms as I felt his thighs flex and release, his ass clench and relax. Abruptly Josh grabbed my head again with his hands, holding me in place as his whole body froze, and with a single sound, half yelp and half sigh, I felt him pumping his seed into my mouth. Pulling back a little against the pressure of his hands I swiped my tongue over the now supersensitive head of his cock, and felt him shoot again into my throat.
Staying in place for a moment as I continued to suck lightly on his still hard cock, Josh finally pulled out of my mouth and slid off of me, collapsing next to me on the couch. I slid over and kissed him on the cheek, and he grabbed my head, turning, and kissed me on the lips.
"What was that for?" he asked, panting.
"Do I need a reason?" I asked, sliding my tongue quickly up the side of his face. He groaned. "It's because I love you, silly."
"I love you, too," Josh answered, kissing me again, dipping his tongue quickly into my mouth to press it against mine.
"I heard a little bit of what you said to Justin today," I said, as he stood to pull his pants up. I took his hands as he looked down at me. "Josh, everything I've ever done before this has been like a game, too, but I can tell that this is real. I love you, Josh."
"I love you, too," he repeated, sinking back down onto the couch.
Taking my face in his hands, he tilted it up toward his, and brought his lips down to crush them over mine. Our tongues sought each other out urgently as Josh and I held each other's faces, our lips pressed wetly together. We were still on the couch, kissing and holding each other, not even speaking, when the pizza guy buzzed from the front entrance. Josh jumped up, zipping and buttoning his pants.
"You want me to go down with you?" I asked, sitting up. I could tell by feel that my hair was a mess from his hands running through it, and I thought I might have a hickey developing on my neck again.
"I'll be ok," he said, smiling and smoothing his own hair down. "Why don't you grab a couple of paper plates?"
"Sure," I said, heading for the kitchen.
We ate the pizza fairly quickly, the two of us demolishing the entire thing. We sat on the couch together eating it, feeding pieces to each other, but not in that scary "9 « Weeks" push the entire slice into the mouth at once way. After we ate, we both jumped in the shower, washing each other quickly, but avoiding ripping the curtain down this time, and went to get dressed. I was in the bathroom in a pair of pants, fixing my hair, when Josh appeared behind me in the mirror with something hidden in his hands.
"Close your eyes," he said, standing right behind me.
I did, and felt something cold tap against my breastbone as I felt Josh's fingers on the back of my neck.
"Open," he whispered.
I opened my eyes, and saw his looking expectantly at me in the mirror. Looking down, I saw that Josh had put a necklace on me, a round silver pendant on a black cord that matched the necklace he always wore. On the front was the sign for Scorpio, my sign, and on the back was Leo, Josh's sign.
"Oh, Josh," I said, turning around and kissing him. "Thank you."
"I changed mine, too," he said, holding his up so I could see that his now had a Scorpio on the back. "Now you can always touch that, wherever you are, and think of me."
"I thought you never took that necklace off," I said, remembering something I'd read online.
"That was before," Josh said, kissing me again. "Now let's finish getting dressed."
When we were dressed, and Josh pronounced my outfit completely acceptable for a night of clubbing and dancing, we walked downstairs to meet the others, while I tugged uncomfortably at my clothes and tried to tuck my shirt in.
"Stop that," Josh said, pulling my hands away from the bottom of the shirt. "You look fine."
"Better than fine!" Chris said from behind me. "You look spectacular. Fabulous. You superstar."
I blushed in the face of this tirade of flattery, which I couldn't believe could be sincere.
"Stop," I said. "I know I'm stunning, but I don't look that good."
"If you were a chick, I'd be all over you," Chris said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Aaaaah! Chris! Not near me!" Josh said, waving his hand at the smoke. I decided that I wouldn't be having a cigarette, either.
"JC, don't get upset, but Lance isn't coming," Chris said carefully. "He called and said that he wanted to stay in tonight, and think."
Josh's face fell, but he quickly tried to pretend that it didn't really bother him.
"His loss," Josh said brightly. I squeezed his hand.
Above us we heard a door slam, and Britney began to pound down the steps, her platform boots almost clanging as she walked down to join us. Justin followed several steps behind her, and they both looked rather cross.
"Are we ready?" Brit demanded, glaring at the three of us.
"Sure," Josh answered, looking back and forth from her to Justin.
"Who's driving?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"We ordered a car," Chris said. "You know, we figured we'd take you out celebrity style. Limo, red carpet, VIP entrance, give you something to write home about."
"Thanks," I said, as we all began walking to the car.
Josh held my hand the whole way, and sat next to me in the limo. Chris sat on the other side of him, not smoking, but playing with his lighter. Justin and Britney sat across from us, not looking at each other, the empty seat yawning between them. I wondered what they were fighting about, and if we should say anything. Nobody else was, and they all knew them a lot better than I did, so I held my tongue as well. Justin looked pretty upset, and Britney looked pretty pissed off. I hoped they'd still be able to enjoy themselves.
"So, I see you guys are a matching set now," Chris said, pointing at my neck.
"Yeah, it was a gift from Josh," I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"I changed mine, too," Josh said, flipping it to show Chris the other side.
"Oooh, this must really be serious," Chris said, shaking his head and smiling at us.
When we arrived at the club, there was a quick straightening of clothing and adjusting of hair as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of the covered walkway. I could see people lined up on both sides of velvet ropes, and a lot of photographers. The driver came around to open the door, and Justin and Britney climbed out first, holding hands and beaming smiles toward the photographers as if nothing was wrong. Chris, Josh, and I followed, in a line, behind the two of them. I didn't really know what to do as everyone else stopped a few times to smile and wave at the photographers, so I just smiled, too, trying not to look too wide eyed and foolish.
The doorman greeted the guys and Britney warmly, and I gathered they were semi- regulars here. He eyed me speculatively.
"This is Jack Springer, my close, personal friend," Josh said, smiling at me. "Please add him to my guest list."
"All of our lists, actually," Chris said from the other side. "He's a friend of the whole band."
"Certainly, Mr. Chasez, Mr. Kirkpatrick," the doorman said, writing my name down.
Chris thanked him, shaking his hand and depositing some folded money there. I followed everyone else inside and tapped Chris on the shoulder.
"What was that?" I asked.
"This place is a little exclusive," he said, shrugging. "Members and guests. You're now officially a guest."
"It keeps the press out," Josh explained from the other side of me. "Come on. Let's go grab some drinks, and then get dancing."
We had a really good time at the club. We got a few drinks into us, and everyone loosened up a little bit. Justin and Britney forgot that they were mad at each other, or just put on a really good show of faking it, and spent most of the evening dancing together. Chris, Josh, and I somehow ended up dancing with this group of female models that Chris knew. I wasn't sure if he was dating one of them or not, but they all seemed like very nice girls. I saw a couple of famous people, and Josh was nice enough to introduce me to a few as I was standing going, "Oh my God! Josh! Do you know who that is?" Like the guys, they were all pretty good-natured, and seemed pretty amused at my gushing.
The high point of the evening, though, was when the DJ, recognizing his famous guests, started playing "Bye Bye Bye" and loudly calling for the guys to come out to the dance floor. Laughing, Josh, Justin, and Chris ran out, lining up, and Britney jumped in, too. They began dancing, smiling widely and hamming it up as everyone clapped and cheered, but there were still only four of them, and Josh waved for me to come out and join them. I shook my head, and he ran over and pulled me out onto the dance floor.
"Josh, I can't do this!" I yelled, laughing. "I don't know the steps."
Josh turned me around, and put his hands on my hips.
"When I move, you move!" he yelled, so I followed his lead.
I wasn't a spectacular dancer, and I still missed a lot of the steps, but feeling Josh's hands on me, pushing and pulling me, while everyone else laughed and clapped, I felt like I was on top of the world. When the song ended, the room burst into applause, and then everyone quickly surged back onto the dance floor as the next song started and the lights went back down. Josh pulled me into a quick hug.
"I love you," he whispered, right against my ear.
"I love you, too," I whispered back, before we separated.
"That was great!" Chris yelled, slapping me on the back. "When we kick JC out of the band, you can take his spot!"
"Hey!" Josh said, playfully smacking his arm.
"The kid's got talent," Chris said, smirking and shrugging.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Josh said, winking suggestively.
"Oh, damn it, too much information," Chris yelled, still grinning and plastering his hands over his ears.
We were all still grinning and laughing on the way home, babbling excitedly about this person we had talked to or seen. Josh kept nuzzling my neck, and I kept pushing him off. When I looked up, I saw Justin watching us as Britney glared out the window as if the streets outside had somehow offended her. When the car got back to the building, Josh and I raced inside, calling a quick goodnight to the others as we hurriedly keyed open the apartment.
As soon as the door closed we were all over each other like rabbits in heat. Josh pressed me up against the wall, grabbing my shirt and tearing it open, buttons flying everywhere as his mouth crawled over mine and our hips ground together. As he slid down my chest, nibbling his way toward my waist, I grabbed his shirt with both hands, and he raised his arms above his head, allowing me to pull it off. I tossed it aside quickly, and finished pulling my own off as Josh began to chew on my hard cock through the fabric of my pants.
He had his hands on the waist, undoing the top button, when we heard the knock at the door. Both of us froze, me against the wall and Josh on his knees.
"What the hell?" he asked.
"Somebody's timing sucks," I said.
We heard another flurry of knocking.
"Better answer," I said, following him to the door.
Josh pulled it open, and we saw Justin standing on the doorstep. His face was red, his chest heaving.
"Can I stay with you guys?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Brit kicked me out."
Before either of us could say anything, Justin wrapped his arms around Josh and burst into tears.
Hey, for once it isn't Jack or Josh crying. More to come soon.