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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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Josh stood on the doorstep, overnight bag in one hand and two bouquets of roses, red and yellow, in the other. Behind him, a taxicab was backing out of the driveway and pulling away. He looked extremely normal, in khakis and a casual shirt, and I smirked when I realized that they were my clothes. Josh smiled sheepishly, as if it were perfectly normal for him to be standing on Carla's doorstep, and his sapphire eyes sparkled.
"Hey, that's not a present," Carla said, grinning. "It's a singer."
"Can I come in?" Josh asked, looking back and forth between the two of us.
"Oh, geez," I said, stepping out of the way. As he walked through the door I flung my arms around him, pulling him inside, and I inhaled deeply, pulling his familiar scent into my head. "Josh, what are you doing here?"
He let go of me and set his bag down as Carla closed the door, smiling impishly at him.
"First things first," Josh said, handing her the bouquet of yellow roses. He suddenly sounded so formal. "Carla, I'm Josh, and it's really nice to meet someone that I've heard so much about. I hope you don't mind me dropping in like this."
"Not at all, since I didn't get to meet you at all last time you were in town," Carla said, carrying her bouquet into the kitchen. She knelt and began rummaging under her sink for a vase. "Jack didn't say you were coming."
"Jack didn't know he was coming," I said, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. "As a matter of fact, Jack remembers very specifically explaining to Josh why Josh was supposed to stay in L.A."
Josh turned, still smiling that innocent, smooth grin that always melted me. I realized that even though I was happy to see him, he still wasn't supposed to be here. I also realized that he looked very boy next door in my clothes, and not his usual mix of whatever claimed to be high fashion. Boy next door was a damn sexy look for him. Wait! What was I thinking? I was supposed to be irritated that he was here. Focus, damn it.
"Well, there are a few things Jack didn't consider," Josh began. "The first is that these flowers are just for him, from the boy who loves him."
I took the red roses, still leaning against the wall, as Josh stepped a little closer to me. Carla watched from the kitchen with great amusement.
"Jack is willing to accept the first item for consideration," I said, grinning. "What else has Jack failed to consider?"
"Jack has failed to consider that today is a Friday," Josh said, grinning. "Which means that Josh doesn't have to be in the studio until Monday. Jack also did not consider that Josh had time to get out to catch an early flight because Lance and Justin both had appointments this afternoon."
Thank God the two of them weren't going to the same therapist. That would be an extremely awkward waiting room.
"Jack sees the valid points that Josh is raising," I said, as Josh leaned in, staring down at me, his hands flat against the wall on either side of my head, his arms rigidly extended.
"So, is Jack happy to see Josh, now?" Josh asked, licking his lips. His tongue darted over them like an animal scurrying out of sight, and I felt myself falling into the wide lakes of his eyes.
"I believe Jack is," I answered, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled his head down, and brought our mouths together, his lips fastening over mine with gentle, silken pressure. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I groaned around it. "Mmmmm."
A gentle cough from the other side of the room interrupted us. Breaking our kiss, we saw Carla standing next to the sink, her bouquet in a vase on the counter.
"Carla would like for Jack and Josh to know that she's hungry, and would like dinner," she said, grinning at us. "Carla would also like to request that all parties present cease speaking in the third person."
"I'm ok with that," I said.
"So what am I buying you guys for dinner?" Josh asked.
"I like you already," Carla said, grinning.
We decided to order Chinese, finally, circling what we wanted on the menu and handing it to Carla.
"Can we borrow your room?" I asked.
"For?" Carla asked, eyebrows raised. Josh wore an almost identical expression.
"Just to talk," I said, holding up my hands. "Pull both your minds out of the gutter."
"Sorry," they said in unison, blushing and looking at each other.
"Yeah, feel free," Carla said. "I'll order the food."
"Thanks," I said, taking Josh's hand.
I led Josh to Carla's room, and closed the door behind us. As soon as it was shut, Josh grabbed me, wrapping both arms around me, grinding me against his body as he mashed his lips down onto mine. I ran my hands up and down his back, and then through his hair, feeling the muscles on the sides of his head shift as his jaw swung down, giving my tongue wider access to his mouth. I pulled off of him with an audible sound of suction that was both sexy and somehow humorous.
"God, I missed you," he sighed. "Why do we do this to each other?"
"Try to smother each other with our tongues?" I asked, grinning, as I walked him toward the bed. We sat on the edge, holding hands. "I mainly do it as a defense mechanism, to get your tongue out of my mouth."
He laughed, his adam's apple bobbing. I wanted to put my mouth on it.
"You know what I mean," he said, shaking his head. "Why does it seem like one of us is always flying away from the other? You leave, I leave, you leave, I leave, and the whole time all we do is miss each other. I can barely think when you're gone, and I didn't sleep good last night, either."
"Neither did I," I admitted. "I guess I'm just used to having you next to me, and when I reach out and the bed's empty it's a shock."
"Me, too," he said. Suddenly he grinned, but blushed at the same time. "And, you know, I haven't had any nookie for a whole day."
"It's all about sex. I knew it," I said, smacking his arm. "Josh, I'm trying to be serious, ok? What I wanted to talk to you about is, um, maybe not having that happen anymore. The being apart all the time, not the nookie."
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at me earnestly.
"Josh, do you remember when you first flew out to visit me?" I asked. He nodded. "The second morning you were here, you asked if I would move in with you, and I gave you a big long list of reasons why I shouldn't, and why it wouldn't be good for either one of us. Do you remember that?"
"Yeah," Josh answered, his voice low. His eyes were huge, impossibly wide, as he looked at me, waiting to hear what I would say next.
"I asked you if you were ready to tell the whole world you were gay, and bring me to award shows as your date, and tell all the guys and your family that I was your boyfriend," I said, and he nodded, remembering. "And you've done all of that, because you decided that you were ready. The other thing I asked during that discussion was what I would do."
"You talked about leaving all your friends here, and quitting your job," Josh said, and I nodded. "You didn't think it was a good idea, because we'd both be giving things up, and we barely knew each other."
"I guess what I'm trying to say now is that we've both changed a lot since that conversation, Josh," I said. Josh squeezed my hand. "And what I want to know is if the offer to move in with you is still open, because I quit my job this afternoon, and I can always just call my friends on the phone, and come visit them. Is the offer still open, Josh? Do you still want me to move in with you?"
Josh looked at me, and swallowed, hard. Tears were standing in his eyes, and he grabbed me, pressing me against him as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, Jack. I love you so much."
"Wait, thank you for what?" I asked, confused.
"For asking again," Josh answered, pulling back so I could stare into his beautiful eyes again. "Jack, I've wanted to ask you that again every day since I flew out to visit my family. I've wanted to ask you so many times, but it never seemed to be the right time, and I didn't want you to feel pressured. Yes, yes you can move in with me. I want to share my whole life with you, Jack."
"And I want to share mine with you, too, Josh," I said, kissing him. "You've given up so much for me, and I realized that I just want to be with you. I've never loved anyone like this, Josh."
"Neither have I," Josh said, smiling. "But why did you quit your job? What happened today?"
"Can I save that story for dinner?" I asked. "I want Carla to hear it, too."
"Absolutely," Josh said, kissing me again. "I love you, Jack."
"I love you, too," I answered. Hand in hand, we rejoined Carla in the living room.
"Everything fixed, boys?" she asked, grinning.
"Yeah," I answered, as Josh turned and kissed me on the cheek.
"Good," Carla said, shaking her head. "Tell you what, then. Jack, why don't you set the table while Josh and I sit here on the couch and get to know each other better?"
Wondering what I was getting into, I set the table, half listening to them as they chatted away in the living room. The two of them were getting along extremely well, trading stories and laughing, and they barely looked up when the food arrived. Walking past them to get the door, I plucked a bill from Josh's outstretched hand, realizing as I handed it over that and almost thirty dollar tip was rather excessive, but hey, that was Josh. The delivery guy tried to give me change, refusing to believe that I really intended to give him this much, but finally just blurted, "Thank you," as I closed the door to curtail the argument.
"Let's go, kids," I said, carrying the bag past the couch. "Dinner's ready, and I want my boyfriend back."
"Jealousy is such an ugly emotion," Carla said, getting up.
"No need for jealousy, Jack," Josh said, as we sat down. "Carla doesn't have the right parts."
"Oh, I'm aware," I said, handing out the containers.
"So, I've waited all day," Carla said, as soon as we had our food onto our plates. "How did your day go, Jack? And you better not have told Josh already."
"Nope, we were talking about something else," I said, smiling. Josh grinned, too. "Well, like you said, nothing at my apartment is damaged, other than the window. I left a message for my landlord to call me here, too, so we can figure out who's paying for the damages. I think insurance covers it, though."
"I'll pay for it," Josh said absently.
"No, you won't," I said, smiling. "I can handle it. Anyway, after that I went over to the police station."
"Mayberry?" Carla asked, grinning. "That must have been fun."
"Yeah, for a second there I thought I was dealing with Clancy Wiggum," I said, snickering. "They weren't really helpful, actually. I don't think they're going to do much, but I'm not really sure there is anything they could do anyway without any witnesses. After that I went over to the school, to talk to Don."
"Don?" Josh asked.
"Our principal," Carla explained. "What did he say?"
"Well, when I came in he told me that he already knew about the petition, and that he'd already talked to the superintendent about it," I began, knowing that Carla wasn't going to take this very well. "He told me that they were prepared to stand behind me, and that they had no intention of removing me or asking me to step down, and that the petition was totally bullshit."
"Excellent!" Carla said, smiling.
"And then I resigned," I continued smoothly, reaching for my glass.
"What? You what?" Carla asked, blinking rapidly.
"I resigned, effective immediately," I said. Josh reached over and squeezed my hand.
"But, Jack, why?" Carla asked. "If Don was going to bat for you, why?"
I sighed, trying to find the words for what I had been feeling all day.
"Carla, I love you, and you know that, but I don't feel right here anymore," I said. "I don't feel like I belong here anymore, or that anyone here is really who I thought they were. I think you were right last night when you said that people aren't as accepting as I they seemed to be, and now when I drive up and down the streets I just wonder what everyone's thinking, and if they were thinking that all along. Every time I talked to someone today I wondered if they had signed that stupid petition, or if they were going to, or if they knew who spraypainted my house."
"But Jack, this is like giving up," Carla said. "This is like telling them that what they did was ok. I can't believe you're just going to knuckle under."
"It's not like that," I protested. "Carla, I don't want to fight. I just want to be with Josh, where I belong. When I was in my apartment today, it just felt like an apartment. It didn't feel like home anymore. Home for me is wherever Josh is, because that's where my heart is. I'm not running away from these people. I'm leaving them behind."
"But that's not how people are going to see it," Carla said, shaking her head. "They're just going to think they beat you."
"My friends won't think that," I said. "And those are the only people whose opinions matter to me. I don't care what everyone else thinks. Besides, as long as I'm with Josh, that sends a message to the whole world, not just the idiots here, that there's nothing wrong with us loving each other."
"Jack, have you thought this through all the way?" Carla asked. "I mean, where are you going to live? What are you going to do?"
"Josh has a house in Orlando," I said. "I'm going to move in with him there, and then I'm going to get a job. Did you think I was going to sponge off Josh?"
"Well, no, but I knew you sure as hell weren't joining the band," Carla answered, grinning. "You can't sing for shit."
"Now that sounds like the Carla I know and love," I said, patting her on the shoulder. "So, are you happy for me?"
"Of course I am," she answered. "I mean, I'm not happy that you're leaving, but I'm happy you and Josh are settling down. Josh, do you have any idea what you're in for?"
"If it's going to be anything like the last month has been, I don't know if I'll be able to deal with it," Josh said, grinning at me.
"Jerk," I said, smacking his arm.
"I love it when you call me pet names," Josh said, batting his eyes at me.
"So, what exactly are you going to do?" Carla asked, snapping us both back to reality.
We spent the rest of dinner figuring out exactly what my plans should be. Josh was going to fly back on Sunday morning, since he needed to be in the studio again on Monday, but I was going to stay here until Wednesday. On Monday I'd go in and clean out my office at school and tell my friends there that I was leaving, and then on Tuesday I would have movers in to pack my stuff up and take it to Josh's house in Florida. We weren't sure of what we would keep or not, but Josh said we could just put the rest in storage, or build a guesthouse, or something. Josh insisted on paying for the moving expenses, and wouldn't accept any arguing about it. Carla was worried that my landlord wouldn't want to break my lease, but I decided to offer to pay for the repairs from the vandalism if he would let me out of it. The fact that I was moving would doubtlessly be noticed and reported, at least around town, so that would probably protect the building from further incidents. When the arrangements for that were taken care of I would fly back to Los Angeles on Wednesday, and stay there with Josh until the whole group went back to Orlando, where I would look for a job.
After dinner, we cleaned everything up, the three of us practically tripping over each other in Carla's tiny kitchen, and then we settled in on the living room couch to watch movies. Eventually we all started nodding off, and Carla bid us a good night and went back to her room, leaving us in the living room. We'd been cuddling on the couch all night, and had to pull ourselves up to pull it open and start making the bed. When we got that done, we ran in the bathroom and brushed our teeth, both of us struggling to fit in there, too. Walking to the living room, we stripped down to our underwear and climbed into bed, me spooning back against Josh. I felt his hard cock pressing against me, and I wiggled my ass against him, giggling.
"Stop it," he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. "We can't do that, so there's no point getting yourself worked up."
"Getting myself worked up?" I asked. "I'm not the one with a stiffie, Josh."
His hand dropped to the front of my boxers, kneading my basket.
"Oh really?" he asked. "This certainly feels like a stiffie to me."
Both of us giggled over the word "stiffie", like little kids.
"So if I'm hard, and you're hard, why can't we do anything?" I asked, turning around so that we were facing each other. I let my hands run up and down Josh's sides as his stayed in my crotch, feeling my cock through my boxers, not stroking, just moving around.
"Because Carla will hear us," Josh whispered, his hand sending a completely different message from the one his mouth was.
"We could be really quiet," I whispered, dropping my hand down to feel his cock through his boxer briefs. I began to gently stroke him, not wanting the cotton to chafe.
"We've never been really quiet," Josh whispered, giggling. His hand was now stroking my cock as well. "I don't think we can."
"Maybe you're just not trying hard enough," I said, sliding my hand inside the flap of his boxer briefs. I felt his warm, hard shaft jump toward my fingers, and I wrapped my hand around it, rolling my palm over the top of his sticky head. "I bet you could be really quiet, given the right incentive."
Before he could say anything I ducked my head below the sheet, trailing my face down the velvety smooth ripples of his torso, pulling his boxer briefs down as I went. By the time my face got down to his groin I had slid the briefs off completely, and his cock was just a dark, curving shape in front of my face. I flicked my tongue out, slurping up a salty drop of precum from his slit, and his hips lurched upward so hard I thought he might jump off the bed.
"Jack!" he sighed urgently.
"Shhhhhhhh," I breathed against his cock.
He let out a quiet sigh as my tongue flicked out again, and then I heard him inhale sharply as I rolled my lips down over his cockhead, feeling it slide smoothly over my tongue as it pushed toward the back of my throat. His shaft throbbed in my mouth, the thick vein on the underside pulsing against my tongue as I bobbed slowly up and down on him. Josh's hands were tangled in my hair, and he continued to sigh above me, doing his best to muffle them. I pulled back until just his head was in my mouth, and I rolled my tongue around it while sucking lightly, finally rewarded by the sound of him groaning. To his credit, he tried to strangle it, but I pulled off of him with a kissing, sucking noise, flicking my tongue over his head one last time before sliding back up his heaving, panting chest.
"You're right," I whispered, kissing him. "We shouldn't do this, 'cause you just can't be quiet."
"Like you'll do any better," he whispered, grabbing my shoulders and rolling me roughly onto my back.
Josh slid down below the sheet, pulling my boxers off in much the same fashion that I'd stripped him. I lifted my ass, so he could slide them down over it, and he swallowed me whole. Where I had gone for a slow, teasing approach, Josh went all out, pulling my cock into his mouth, pressing his lips around it, bobbing up and down as he sucked, hard, on me. I tried to keep quiet, twining my fingers through his hair, but the more I tried the faster he went, washing his tongue across my shaft as he sucked me in, his hands running up and down my torso, twisting at my nipples, tugging at my balls. I let out a little strangled yelp as he pinched one of my nipples especially sharply, and he slid back up the bed, too, his cock grinding against mine as he kissed me.
"Gee, Jack, you're right," Josh panted, nibbling at the side of my face. "Neither one of us can be quiet. We better stop."
"Not so fast," I whispered, clamping my hands onto his ass before he could slide off of me. My cock throbbed against his as they lay trapped between our bodies. "Slide down the bed a little."
"OK," Josh whispered, scooting down. I pulled away from him and dived beneath the covers again, turning myself. "Jack, what are you doing?"
"Roll onto your side," I whispered, reversing myself beneath the sheet. "Maybe we'd be quieter if we both had something in our mouths."
"I get it," Josh smiled, grabbing my legs to keep me from kicking him in the face. "We've never done this."
"First time for everything," I sighed as we pulled ourselves closer. "Oh, there you are."
I leaned forward, licking at his cock again, washing my tongue up and down the shaft. He sighed, and then I felt his tongue running along the ridge under my cockhead as he tried to mirror what I was doing. Josh began to lap at my balls, pushing them around with his tongue, as I rolled my lips down over his soft, spongy cockhead. It pushed my lips open wide as I began to slowly slide his shaft in and out of my mouth, not taking the whole thing yet. Josh sighed above me, an almost whining, high-pitched yelp of a sigh, and then seemed to remember that my cock was right there in his face. Ignoring my balls, he began to lap at my cock, pressing down with his tongue as he ran it up and down the shaft, and over the head.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch and shift as he tried to move his hips a little, pushing himself closer to my willing mouth. The hair on his thighs brushed against my palms as I let more of his shaft slide through my pursed lips. Above me, he moaned around my cock, bobbing all the way down on it in that all or nothing way that he had. I groaned around him as well, feeling how wet and hot his mouth was as his wet, sandpapery tongue rubbed and slid over my shaft, caressing it inside the moist heat of his mouth. At this angle, his cock practically slid down my throat, and I sucked it in greedily, nursing on it.
Both of us were panting and sweating at the same time, our torsos flexing against each other as our lungs expanded, the bed squeaking a little as we pulled each other closer. I pulled off of Josh, letting his cock slide out of my mouth, and then began to lick it again, attacking it with short, hard jabs of my tongue. He responded by moaning around my cock again, and then began to suck on my cock even faster, just letting it slide over his tongue as he bobbed up and down, my hips thrusting toward them as his head met my strokes. Without warning I felt one of his hands sliding between my ass cheeks, and then he jammed a finger all the way inside me, smashing it against my prostate. I grunted, sucking his cock back into my mouth to muffle me, and began to shoot, hard, down his throat.
As I jerked against him, my moans all but silent, I let his cock rest in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue. When my orgasm finally stopped washing over me I realized he hadn't cum yet, and I began to suck at him again, hard and fast, flicking my tongue over his head when I pulled back, rolling my lips in a tight circle down his shaft as they slid up and down it. My cock, now super-sensitive, was still in his mouth, and he was panting and sighing around it, his hands digging into the back of my things as he held onto me. I grabbed his balls with both hands, tugging and squeezing at the same time, and he moaned convulsively around my cock as his whole body went rigid and he filled my mouth with hot, salty cum. I kept swallowing until he was finished, and then I pulled off, releasing him as, panting, he did the same to me. I rotated myself up the bed again, and found my face just inches from his.
Josh smiled at me, his eyes sparkling as they caught a tiny flash of light from the street.
"I love you," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss me.
"I love you, too," I whispered back. I pressed his boxer briefs into his hand as his tongue crawled around the inside of my mouth. "Here, put these back on."
"Why?" he whispered, leaning forward to kiss me again.
"Because Carla might wake up before us," I answered, finally finding my own boxers in the tangle of sheets. I slid them on as Josh did the same, and then I rolled over, snuggling back against him as he spooned me.
"I'm not surprised you didn't sleep good last night," Josh whispered. "This mattress sucks."
"I'll sleep a lot better now that you're here," I whispered.
"I know what you mean," Josh whispered, pulling the sheet up over us.
"Oh, Josh, I forgot to tell you," I began, listening to the pause in his breathing as he waited. "You look damn sexy in my clothes."
"Thanks," he whispered. "I didn't think you'd mind. You can wear mine, too, if you want to, you know."
"I know," I whispered, feeling his pecs press into my back as he kissed my shoulder. "Can I wear those pants from the 'This I Promise You' video? The ones with the deer's ass printed all over them?"
"Shut up," he chuckled against me.
"What about that puppet costume you wore on tour?" I asked, giggling. "Can I borrow that for my job interviews?"
"Go to sleep," he answered, hugging me tightly against him. "And that wasn't a deer's ass."
"Sure it wasn't," I agreed sarcastically.
"Just go to sleep!" he hissed.
Giggling softly, I finally did, wrapped in Josh's arms.
Look, no cliffhanger again. I'm trying really hard to appease all of you people who wrote in to say you hate them.