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"Hey, Justin, it'll be ok," Josh said haltingly, looking over Justin's shoulder at me with his eyebrows raised.
I shrugged and waved him toward the couch, figuring we should at least get Justin inside, so we could close the door and calm him down. As Josh led him over to the couch, Justin sniffled and wiped his nose, beginning to collect himself. His face was still red, but the tears had apparently just been a passing shower, for which I was thankful. I'd never been around so many guys who cried so much, and was starting to wonder if there was some kind of eye-irritant in the pool.
Watching Josh sit next to Justin on the couch, Josh's smooth shoulders gleaming in the light of the one lamp turned on. I watched the shadows play across his face, amplifying his expression of concern, and emphasizing the ridges and hollows of his muscular chest, and I suddenly became aware that we were both shirtless, and my pants were undone. Our shirts were flung across the carpet in two different directions, and I was a little embarrassed. I've always been a person who thinks sex between two people should be private.
Then again, we'd had sex in front of Justin already, even if Josh didn't know it and Justin wouldn't talk about it.
Closing the door to our apartment, I scooped my shirt up off the floor and pulled it on. I tried to close it, but it only had one button left, the rest having flown off when Josh had practically torn it off of me. I threw Josh his shirt as well, and he caught it with one hand, not looking away from Justin, and casually shrugged it on.
"You OK now?" he asked Justin, who was still sniffling.
I handed Justin a couple of napkins from the table.
"Thanks," he said weakly, rubbing his nose with one. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bust in on you guys like this. I just, you know."
"It's ok," Josh said. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Why don't I go give you guys some privacy?" I suggested, heading toward the bedroom.
"No, no, you don't have to go," Justin said quickly. "I don't want to talk right now, anyway."
Justin dropped his face into his hands. Sitting on the back of the couch, I put a hand on his shoulder as Josh put one on his knee. Justin's shoulders shook as he began sobbing again, and Josh leaned over and wrapped him in a hug as I went to the kitchen for a glass. One of our stops the other day when Josh and I had gone grocery shopping was at the liquor store, and I carefully poured out a shot of tequila. It wasn't the best counseling gesture, of course, but it would calm Justin down in a hurry. I walked over, perching on the back of the couch again, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Justin, I want you to drink this, ok?" I said. "It's going to taste like ass, but I want you to just swallow the whole thing."
Josh looked at me quizzically, and Justin looked up at me, his cheeks streaked with tears, his eyes red.
"What is it?" he asked, reaching out for the glass.
"It'll help you fall asleep," I said. It would, too. Justin wasn't a big drinker, so this would probably knock him down quickly.
Justin took the glass, glanced at me, and then swallowed it whole, drinking it all down quickly. He almost dropped the glass as he began coughing.
"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Josh asked me.
"Well, I guess technically no, since he's not of legal drinking age, but yeah, I do," I said.
"What the hell was that?" Justin asked.
"Tequila," I said. "I thought maybe you could use a shot."
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Josh asked. "It might help."
Justin thought about it for a second, but then shook his head.
"I don't think I can right now," Justin said, shaking his head.
"Justin, are you ok?" I asked.
"I., no, no I'm not," he said, his face scrunching up again.
"Hey! No more crying," I said, pulling him up off the couch.
"Why don't we check on the other bedroom, and we can talk about all of this in the morning, ok?" Josh asked, taking Justin's arm.
"Yeah, thanks," Justin said, walking toward the bedroom.
I hadn't known Justin for very long, but I had never seen him like he was at that moment. He seemed shorter, somehow, walking with his shoulders hunched and his head down. His face was still blotchy red, his eyes puffy, and that open, smiling glow that he gave off was completely dark. He moved across the living room as if he expected one of us to start yelling at him, and I wondered for a second how bad the argument could have been, and what it possibly could have been about. Justin seemed crushed, like a broken flower, dimmed somehow, as if someone had reached inside of him and twisted some kind of lighting control. Glancing at Josh, I saw the strain behind the neutral expression he was struggling to keep, and realized that he saw it, too.
We flicked on the light in the second bedroom, and I checked to make sure there were sheets on the bed. Josh organized some of his stuff, pushing it into an area of general mess around the keyboard, instead of all over the room, and Justin sat down on the bed and began to take off his shoes.
"Are you gonna be ok in here?" Josh asked, as we both stood in the doorway, watching Justin take off his shoes.
"Yeah," Justin sighed. "Thanks for letting me stay with you guys."
He looked up at us, and, I think for the first time, actually looked. My shirt was hanging open, only that one remaining button fastened, and Josh's shirt was inside out.
"Oh, God, you guys were gonna.," Justin began, and then his voice trailed off. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it," I said, shrugging.
"You're more important," Josh agreed. "Why don't you go on to sleep now, and we'll sort this all out in the morning. We're right next door if you need us."
"Thank you," Justin said, still staring at us. "Both of you."
We closed Justin's door, leaving him to get undressed and maybe cry himself to sleep, and I followed Josh to our room, closing our door as well. I turned to Josh, undoing my one button as he stripped off his shirt.
"Josh, he's not ok," I said. "Whatever they argued about, he's taking it really badly."
"I know," Josh agreed, sitting on the bed to take off his shoes.
I sat across from him in the chair that had been in the corner of the bedroom since Justin moved it the other night and began unlacing my shoes as well.
"What are we going to do?" Josh asked. "He doesn't want to talk about it."
"I think he's just too upset to talk about it right now," I said, pulling off my socks and standing to undo my pants. "Maybe in the morning, after a good night's sleep, he'll be up for it."
"I hope so," Josh said, leaving for the bathroom to go brush his teeth.
After we had both brushed out teeth, and settled into bed, I snuggled up against Josh. I slid my hands over his bare back, feeling the expansion of his breathing, and moved my hands around to the front, rumbling up the ridges of his abs, tracing over the arcs of his pecs, thumbing his nipples as I kissed his shoulder. He made a little noise of contentment and flexed back against me, his body pressing gently back against mine, our legs twining together, the hair on our calves bristling and scraping.
"Did you have fun tonight?" he whispered quietly.
"Sure did," I said, nibbling his ears as my hands continued roaming over him.
He caught my hands in his and brought them to his mouth, kissing the backs of my hands, and my palms, before holding them tightly in his own hands against his chest. Through the firm, warmly smooth skin of his pec, I could feel his heart beating against my flattened palm. I slid my other hand back down his abs, feeling the smooth strands of the hair below his navel as I followed it down to the front of his boxer briefs. Cupping gently over the front of them, I felt his throbbing cock jump against my hand, and I began to gently massage it, stroking and squeezing through the thin fabric as I kissed and nipped at the nape of his neck.
"Jack," Josh groaned, folding his hand over mine, pulling me away from him.
"Yeah?" I asked, nipping at his ear again.
"I don't think this is a good idea," he whispered. I froze, and he rolled over, so that he was facing me, and he took my face in his hands. Leaning in, he kissed me. "I just, you know, with Justin in the other room there, and he's so upset, I just don't feel right about, you know, doing this right now. I wouldn't want him to hear us or something, because it would probably get him thinking about Brit and he'd just get more upset."
Actually, Josh, I don't think hearing us would upset him half as much as you seem to, I was thinking. I debated saying something, but instead just leaned over and kissed him again.
"Sure, Josh," I sighed.
"You understand, right?" he asked. "You sound upset."
"Honestly?" I asked. "Yes, I understand, and I guess I agree. I love you, Josh, and if you don't want to do something, I'm ok with it."
"I do want to do something, Jack," he sighed. "I always do. I just don't think tonight is a good night for it."
"That's fine, baby," I said, kissing him again.
"Why don't you slide over here a little, and get yourself right up against me, and we'll go to sleep, ok?" he asked, holding his arms out to me.
"Sure, Josh," I said again, sliding over.
I felt Josh's strong arms fold around me, pulling me tight, and I felt him, still hard, pressing into my ass. Josh kissed the back of my neck and held me tightly.
"I love you, Jack," he whispered.
"I love you, too," I replied, and we fell asleep.
Josh was still in bed with me when I woke up the next morning. I rolled over, and he was lying on his side, facing me, his head propped up on one arm.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
Josh smiled back, his face beaming. His hair was tousled, a mess of blond and brown strands, and he needed a shave. The sheet was pulled down to his waist, leaving me a good view of his firm torso, with its washboard abs, curving pecs, and perky brown nipples. Josh was watching me with a smooth expression of contentment on his face, with just a hint of something else mixed in.
"What are you doing?" I asked, propping my own head up with one of my arms, facing him. I watched his eyes roam down my body and back to my face.
"Watching you sleep," he answered, reaching out to caress my face gently with one hand. I nuzzled against it. "I woke up, and you looked so peaceful and relaxed that I didn't want to accidentally wake you by getting out of bed."
"So you just decided to lay in bed and watch me?" I asked, smiling. "I can't really be that entertaining of a show, Josh."
"But you are," he answered, his blue eyes twinkling. "I watched your eyes, bouncing around behind your eyelids, and wondered what you were dreaming about. I watched your chest rise and fall, and thought about how much I wanted to lick it. I watched your face, and thought about how peaceful you looked, and I thought about how I'd watch any part of you, any time, because I love you."
"I love you, too," I said, kissing the back of the hand he was stroking my face with. "Any sign of our houseguest, yet?"
"No, I haven't heard him," Josh said, sighing. "I think he's still asleep."
"Maybe we should get up, before he does," I said.
Josh pointed at the obvious morning bulge in my boxers.
"It looks like you're up already," he said, smiling. His hand drifted down from my face to my crotch, and began to lazily stroke my cock through the thin cotton.
"I could say the same for you," I said, pointing. "I thought you were worried that Justin might hear us."
"I am," Josh said. "But I don't think he would if we were in the shower."
I pushed his hand away and jumped out of bed.
"Race you!" I blurted, springing for the bathroom.
Josh lunged out of bed right after me, dragging half of the sheets across the room with him. The two of us burst into the bathroom like we had the other day, the day we had accidentally somehow ripped the shower curtain down, giggling and groping each other. I twisted the water on and we stripped out of our underwear as quickly as we could, casting it haphazardly aside as we jumped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. We faced each other, the water pounding down on us, cascading down both our bodies, as Josh grabbed my head and pulled my face to his. As his tongue pressed its way into my mouth, scraping against mine, our hand rolled over each other's bodies.
"That was dignified," Josh said, laughing. He kissed me again, tilting my head up as he attacked my neck, nuzzling and nibbling.
"I guess I'm just hot for you," I said, pulling his head back up so I could kiss him again.
"I think I'll just have to make you wait a little, then," he said, grabbing the shower gel and sponge. "First we'll get the washing out of the way, and then we'll get to the important stuff."
"Hey, hygiene is extremely important," I said, reaching for the shampoo.
"Yeah, but it's not exactly what got you charging into the bathroom," Josh said, laughing.
"Valid point," I agreed.
Josh and I had always had a lot of fun in the shower, from the very first one we'd taken together. Both of us were people who liked to touch, and we both gloried in each other's bodies. Washing each other was a pleasurable, sensual experience, but was also a lot of fun. Both of us treated it like an extended massage, and we both had parts that we preferred. Josh loved washing my shoulders and back, soaping them, rubbing, and kneading, leaving me completely relaxed. I, on the other hand, loved washing Josh's hair, running my hands through it, massaging his scalp, watching his eyes slide blissfully closed as he smiled beatifically.
As he ducked his head under the spray, rinsing out the shampoo, I dropped my shampoo covered hand to his cock and began to lightly stroke, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling him throb. Josh moaned, leaning back against the wall, as I brought both hands to his cock, stroking in opposite directions at once, squeezing and feeling his hips jerk as I swirled my palms over his cockhead.
"Sure feels like you're ready, Josh," I whispered in his ear, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth as I kept both of my hands busy.
"God, yes, Jack," he groaned, opening his eyes.
Josh's blue eyes were smoldering pools of lust. I turned around quickly and pressed my ass against him.
"Why don't we put that somewhere more comfortable?" I asked trampily, smiling. "Soap me up, babe."
"God yes," Josh said, laughing.
Before Josh could do anything, though, we were interrupted by knocking on the bathroom door.
"Guys?" Justin called. "Are you almost done with the bathroom?"
I covered my face with my hand, sighing in exasperation.
"We'll be right out," Josh called.
"Good thing we washed first," I grumbled.
Josh and I hurriedly got out of the shower, dried off, and combed our hair. Wrapping our towels around our waists, we stepped out of the bathroom, and saw Justin, his towel tied at the waist as well, sitting on the couch. A long expanse of tanned thigh was visible between the gap in his towel, which shifted alarmingly on his slim hips as he stood.
"Good morning," Justin said softly, staring at the two of us before quickly jerking his eyes back up to our faces.
"Morning," I muttered. "Bathroom's all yours."
"Good morning, Justin," Josh said. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Justin answered.
"Why don't we talk after breakfast?" I suggested, strangely unsettled by the fact that we were all standing around in our towels.
The two of them shrugged, nearly identically, and I realized again how similar the two of them were. They shared so many of the same mannerisms, and they were so close, and I suddenly felt very selfish for being annoyed at the sudden lack of sex in mine and Josh's relationship. After all, Josh and I were in love, and love was about more than sex. We could go a day or two, while Justin stayed with us. Surely we could.
Justin was just getting out of the shower after Josh and I finished dressing, and he went to get dressed while the two of us worked on a quick breakfast. Josh whispered again to me to ask if I was upset, and I explained again that I wasn't upset.
"Josh, I love you," I said. "I don't mind if we lay off for a couple days. Let's concentrate on helping out Justin and Brit, and then we'll get back to us."
"I love you," Josh said, leaning over to kiss me as I fought with the coffeemaker. Someday I was going to win.
"What's for breakfast?" Justin asked from by the refrigerator.
Josh and I pulled apart, and I grumbled inwardly, but plastered a quick smile on. Justin still looked pretty down, and actually had dark circles under his eyes. He was leaning dejectedly on the side of the refrigerator, his arms folded, looking at us but not smiling.
"I'm working on some pancakes," Josh said, turning back to the stove.
Justin slumped into a chair, and Josh and I sat down as well. As we began to eat, I decided there was no point in beating around the bush.
"OK, Justin," I began. "What exactly did you and Brit fight about?"
"I don't know," Justin sighed, pushing his bacon around the plate with his fork. "She said for the past couple days I haven't really been paying attention to her, and then last night she said I was looking at some other girl while we were out at the club, and then she said I don't love her, and then she said I didn't make her feel special, and I took her for granted, and then she threw a vase at me, and then I came over here."
"Oh, ok then," I said. That was quite a list of complaints.
"Maybe you should try talking to her today," Josh suggested. "She might have calmed down a little."
After breakfast, Justin went next door to his place, while Josh and I started doing the dishes. We didn't get very much done before he was back, crying again, and holding a crumpled note in his hands. Josh rushed over to him and led him to the couch, consoling him. I brought him some tissues, and when he calmed down he showed us the note.
"Justin - Don't come back until you can treat me with respect. I have feelings, too, and I'm not gonna be your doormat. Don't come back until you're sorry!"
Somehow the note would have carried more weight with me if there were not stars dotting the I's, but it was plenty upsetting for Justin.
"She wouldn't even open the door!" Justin sniffled, wiping his nose. "She just yelled through it."
"Maybe she's not ready to talk yet," I said. "Maybe she needs a gesture first, to kind of butter her up."
"I know a florist," Josh said, smiling. I remembered the truckload of roses Josh had sent me.
"Josh, go find the number," I said, forcing gaiety I didn't feel. We really needed something to lift Justin's spirits. "Justin, what's Britney's favorite flower?"
After much arguing, I finally managed to convince the two of them that it was much more romantic to have just one bouquet delivered.
"Have the guy bring it here, first, and you can fill out the card yourself," I said, as Josh put in a rush order.
The whole thing seemed like such a good idea, and Justin was looking really hopeful. The guy stopped by as planned, and Justin wrote a quick, "I love you, Pinky," on the card. Josh was just about to congratulate me when we heard the crash of glass breaking against our apartment door. Opening it carefully, I saw a pile of flowers and broken glass on the welcome mat.
"Josh, go get a broom," I said evenly. "This is going to take a little more than we thought."
Our next suggestion, since Britney wouldn't answer the door at Justin's apartment ("How does that work, exactly?" I asked Josh quietly. "It's in his name, not hers." "Jack, that's not helpful."), was that Justin call her. After being hung up on three times in a row, Justin was unwilling to continue trying to call her on any of her phones.
"OK, I think we should give up," I said, throwing my hands in the air. The two of them gaped at me. "Not permanently, but we've thought about this all day, and, let's face it, guys, the three of us suck at this."
"You said I was romantic," Josh said, frowning.
"You are, babe," I said, hugging him. "But you also had a willing participant. It's really easy to be romantic to someone who wants you to be. I, on the other hand, have all the romantic charm of a forty of beer and a pair of crotchless panties. This isn't my forte, and the two of you haven't thought of anything good, either, so I think we should just give up for a while. We can watch some movies and order some Chinese for dinner, and maybe we'll think of something by not thinking about it."
"I like that idea," Justin said, shrugging. Since Justin liked it, Josh immediately agreed.
We all changed into pajamas, Justin borrowing a set from Josh, and had a pretty quiet evening just watching movies and eating dinner. Josh and I snuggled together on the couch, and Justin sat alone in the chair. We watched all of "Star Wars", and about half of "Empire Strikes Back" before Josh, yawning, wandered off to bed.
"Night, Jack," he said, kissing me on the forehead.
"Night, Josh," I said, hugging him. "I'll be in soon."
I wanted to finish the movie, and I didn't want Justin to feel like we were abandoning him. By the time the movie ended I was yawning, and about ready to turn in as well.
"Jack, I have this idea," Justin began. I turned, wondering if we were finally going to finish the discussion I had started in the dressing room. "What if I wrote Brit a letter?"
"I think that's a great idea," I said, yawning and stretching. The bottom of my t-shirt rode up a little, and I watched Justin glance at the sliver peek of my abs. "Good night, Justin."
"Night," he said.
"There's paper by the keyboard in your bedroom," I said, and then went in to bed.
Stripping down to my boxers, I slid under the covers with Josh. Half asleep, he snuggled up to me.
"Hey, you up?" I asked, unsure.
"Kind of," he answered, kissing me.
I kissed him back, and then he kissed me again. He twisted in my arms, pulling me into another of those deep, tongue kisses, and suddenly the two of us were all over each other. Our hands roamed over each other, twisting, pulling, pinching, as our tongues fought. Josh flung the sheet aside and grabbed my boxers, tugging them down so hard I felt them rip. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled him over, so that I was straddling him, and I peeled his boxer briefs down. His hands crawled over my shoulders and laced through my hair as I leaned down and swallowed his already dripping cock whole. Josh let out a low moan, his whole body flexing as he slowly pushed forward with his hips, my lips sliding down his shaft, my tongue pressing against him as my nose collided with his pubes, brushing against his lowest abs.
There was a single knock at the door, and Justin stuck his head in.
"Jack, can I ask you - oh!" Justin said, eyes wide.
"Jesus!" Josh blurted, slapping a pillow over his crotch and almost smothering me as I pulled off of him. "Justin? What are you doing?"
As if carried by his own momentum, Justin stepped all the way into the doorway. I realized that I was lying naked and completely exposed on the bed, my hard cock in plain sight. Josh was holding a pillow over his crotch, and staring at Justin in confusion, but almost his entire body was on display as well. Justin stared at both of us, dropping the paper in his hand.
"I.," he said softly.
I don't know why I did it. As I stared at Justin, watching him stare at us, I watched the light and shadow play over the clinging t-shirt and cotton pajama bottoms he wore. I could see the press of his pecs and nipples against the shirt, and the barest hint of his abs, emphasized by the half light spilling over him. My eyes dropping lower, I could also see that he was completely hard, the front of the pajama pants tented.
"You wanted something, didn't you, Justin?" I asked quietly, sliding off the bed.
Justin's eyes widened as I walked toward him, my hard cock bouncing in front of me. I reached out and slid my hand down the line of his jaw, hearing his sharp intake of breath, and I dropped it lower, sliding it over to his chest.
"Whatever you came in here for, you want something else, now, don't you?" I asked, brushing over one of his nipples.
My hand slid lower, over the bulge of his cock, and he let out a soft moan, his hips jerking toward me.
"Yes," he said quietly, his eyes on mine, drawing out the hiss at the end. His mouth hung open, and he seemed to be barely breathing.
"Jack?" Josh asked from behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that Josh had sat up. The pillow had fallen away, and Josh was still completely hard, despite the confused look on his face. His eyes were glued to Justin and I, and I squeezed Justin's cock again.
"Josh, I think Justin wants to watch," I said, turning back to Justin. "Don't you?"
I let go of Justin's cock, staring into his eyes.
"Yes," Justin whispered.
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