Hello everyone! I'm back again! You didn't really think I'd leave you hanging, did you?
Like I said earlier, there are important events slated for this chapter, many of which you have been anxiously awaiting. Some parts are meant to be funny, even when shrouded in the dramatic. If you don't know how to react, just laugh and be happy it isn't happening to you!
A Note: I'm going to be referring, in one section, to an article from GQ magazine. Evidently, it really does exist! David, a great friend, told me about it, and I knew I had to work it into the story.
Disclaimer: I have no knowledge of NSYNC, anyone affiliated with them, or any other celebrities that may appear here. This is a work of fiction, so any mention of sexual orientations/habits or personalities are made up by me! If you are offended by stories about relationships between men, or are too young to legally read such things, please leave.
A Light in the Tunnel
Chapter 26
It didn't take long for Lance to let his friends know exactly why JC and Burke might be a little sluggish that morning. They, in turn, wasted no time in starting to hum and sway when the couple joined them for breakfast. Burke blushed furiously, hiding behind a pillow on the couch. Josh just smiled defiantly, daring them to try taking the glow his face shone with. Over plates of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit, Lance gave out the day's schedule, being rather vague about the event Joey and Justin were to attend. While they were gone, he, Chris, and JC were to give an interview to Entertainment Weekly. Later, before going to the last concert of their stay, they would have a photo shoot for the magazine.
"What are doing today, little man?" Joey asked, fishing for information.
"School this morning, if I can manage to stay awake, then I have to write my paper. That means listening to all the tape from yesterday. I figured I could do that while you all were posing for pictures and stuff."
"Great idea!" Joey was pleased. He and Justin could do their shopping, bring it back to the hotel, and leave it in the room without worrying about Josh or Burke finding it until that night. "How about Jus and I pick you up on our way? That way you don't have to ride by yourself."
"Sure, Joe. Sounds great."
"Sweet! Well, I better get ready for the day. You probably need to get dressed and everything too."
It took Burke a moment, when he walked into his room, to realize the CD player was still repeating the song he and Josh had danced to all night. Without thinking about how strange it might look, his eyes slid closed and his body rocked to and fro, remembering the six short hours he had been held for. Nothing during that time, except for the silken melody and the peaceful heat of Josh's body, mattered, as if they had been transported to a secret realm reserved only for them. Burke sighed as arms wrapped around his waist, another body mimicking his movements. Goosebumps fluttered over his skin as lips pressed against the back of his neck. One of his arms lay across those around him, the other reaching back to cup the cheek beside his. "Love you," Josh whispered into his ear.
Twisting in the embrace, Burke brought his mouth to the man's. "Love you too." Their lips sought each other, trying to capture the intimate serenity of the previous night.
It was Josh who finally broke away. "As much as I'd love to stay here, like this, all day, we both have stuff to do." Burke pretended to pout, but his lower lip was quickly caught between his boyfriend's teeth, eliciting a smile. "No pouting, now. It's hard enough for me to leave you for a second without you making it worse."
"Oh, OK," Burke huffed sarcastically. "I guess I'll get ready for school and everything."
As soon as the limo carrying their friends had pulled away from the hotel and Burke was safely tucked into his studies, Joey and Justin ran outside, with a bodyguard in tow, and hopped into a waiting van. Justin had talked to a few close industry friends, and had found a discreet store that would fit their needs. It was to that place they went. Though both had decided this was a necessary part of their plans, neither was quite ready for the selection of items that met their eyes when they entered the large shop. With anxious giggles they looked at each other, hoping the other wasn't as embarrassed as they were. "Uh, Just? I really haven't thought about what kinds of things we should get." "Me either!" he confessed, staring wide eyed at the various displays. "Why don't we look around first, just to get an idea of what kinds of things they have here? Then we can go back and pick up stuff." Justin nodded, and they started down the first of many aisles. Past groupings of fetish toys they shuffled, past videos, specialty condoms, and flavored oils. Neither man, though not so naïve, lost a reddish tint to his cheeks. "I think we're going about this the wrong way. There's just too much stuff here to hope to stumble upon what we want. Let's do this logically, then look. Step by step. What first?" Justin scratched the blond curls atop his head, trying to put himself in his friends' places. "Well, Burke is a virgin and Jayce might as well be. They might not know how to do certain things they want to try." With that they went to a rack of erotic manuals. "Here we go," Joe whispered as he took a book from the shelf. "'So It's Your First Time With Another Guy?' Does that sound right to you?" Seeing and learning a lot more than they intended to, they flipped through the pages, checking what information it held. "OK, I'm not sure if I'm turned on or completely grossed out," Justin muttered. "But I think that will do the trick. It had a list of things you should or could have for your first time. Maybe we should go off of that." "Good idea." Picking up a small red basket, Joey found the list. "First, lubrication. That sounds easy enough." The singers soon discovered that nothing was a simple as it seemed. Half of one aisle, they discovered, was dedicated to lotions and oils. Justin groaned and covered his face. "This is impossible! How do we know which one to pick? Or how much?" "Excuse me, gentlemen. Is there anything I can help you with?" They looked at the man who had come up behind them. He had on a polo shirt bearing the store's name and a nametag. "We're having a problem." The man, Chad, chuckled. "I thought so. You looked a little lost." "Definitely." "If you'd like, I'll help you in any way I can." "Would you?" Justin blushed. "We'd really appreciate it since this is kinda important." "Of course. And, please, be assured that we value the privacy of our customers. No one, however famous or not, needs to feel compromised here." Thank was his way of letting them know he recognized them and wouldn't say a thing. "Thank you." "Of course. Now, what may I help you gentlemen find?" Talking at the same time, Justin and Joey explained the situation and what they wanted to do. They both waited for the man to laugh at their plan. "Very thoughtful of you," he said instead of snickering. "Gift baskets, if you will allow me to all them that, are really very popular. I'm sure we can gather a variety of selections to fit your friends' needs." The singers exhaled sharply, relieved to hear they weren't the only people who did things like this. "Since we are already here, why don't we start by selecting lubricants?" "That's what we were going to do, but we don't know exactly what we're looking for." "If I may," Chad spoke calmly, not wanting to further embarrass his customers, "I could make certain recommendations. For example," he continued, pulling a silver bottle from the shelf, "this is very good. It is water based, which is important, and hypoallergenic. Many customers prefer this brand." "Good! That's what we'll take!" Joey took the bottle and laid it in his basket. As helpful as he was being, Chad was also gunning for a higher commission. "Until your friends become more experienced and discover which acts they are most comfortable with, I'd suggest buying a flavored lubrication as well." Justin's eyebrows squeezed together. "You mean if they don't like the taste of--" "Yes sir. We have a wide variety of products available." Joey, not really wanting to know if they were used, picked a small box containing an assortment, claiming, truthfully, he didn't know what they would like. "Very good, sirs. Now, you'll probably want condoms. I understand that one of your friends in a virgin, and the other is healthy. As with your last purchase, this would be a matter of personal taste." "Bubble gum flavored condoms!" Justin giggled, pointing to the box. He quickly recovered, and looked around, hoping no one was looking at him. "For optimum comfort and efficiency, you'll need to pick appropriate sizes. Unlike many things, condoms are not one size fits all." The singers laughed at the clerk's joke. "That might be a little hard," Joey admitted. He turned to Justin. "Any ideas about our little brother?" The young singer looked shocked at first, then contemplative. "Uh, I don't know. Maybe we should get something in each size, just to be on the safe side?" That agreed upon, they moved along, skipping more risqué things since they were almost positive they would be wasted on JC and Burke. Know the couple to be tender with each other, they didn't balk at picking up the collection of massage oils Chad mentioned. "As loving and willing as a couple may be, taking that first step is often difficult. Perhaps an adult video would lighten the mood?" "And give them ideas about what to do," Justin agreed. "My thoughts exactly. If it were me, I'd pick something rather basic." Chad's hands swept toward a long line of movies. "Can you think of one or two that have a plot or something?" "And at least tries to be loving?" Joe added. Chad thoughtfully rubbed his goateed chin. He snapped his fingers and searched, finding three films he thought fit their description. "I would suggest a few more things that serve a purpose, then that you add things which they would find humorous. I'm sure they will be extremely nervous, and those items will not only give them something to laugh about, but arouse." "Oh, I like that!" They finished their shopping, picking up a book of erotic stories, a magazine or two, and a few other things they thought were needed or funny. "Chad, thank you so much for all your help. I think we would've been in here all day without you." "You are very welcome, gentlemen. I hope all goes well with your friends, and that they appreciate your thoughtfulness." Justin, happy to be done with that nerve-racking chore, shook the man's hand. "Dude, you're a life saver." Without waiting to ask if it was ok, he pulled the astonished clerk into a hug. A moment later he jumped away. "Come on. We have to get going. Thank you again." "It was my pleasure," Chad smiled as the walked toward the door, a few bags hanging from Joey's arms. "Oh my God!" Justin squeaked as the climbed into the van. "What?" "Chad--he felt me up!" Joey scowled. "What are you talking about?" "When I hugged him, he, you know, squeezed me, down there." The Italian threw his head back and laughed. Under other circumstances, he would have been angry, but all of them had been groped at one time or another, mostly by the older teenaged girls that mobbed them. "You aren't hurt, are you?" "No, I just wasn't expecting it." "That's what you get for grabbing him like that. But I bet he enjoyed himself immensely!" Justin growled at his friend, the giggles he was trying to suppress bubbling up. Back in their suite, Justin and Joey boxed up their purchases, and gave them to Lonnie for delivery after they had gone for the afternoon. While waiting for Burke to finish with school, they relaxed. Joey was watching the Cartoon Network's Justice League, and Justin was propped up on one of the couches, reading the newest issue of Gentleman's Quarterly. The bowl of popcorn Joey was idly munching on was thrown into the air when his younger friend shrieked. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Justin?" "No. Sorry Joe. It's this article I just read. It's all about how eating certain kinds of food effects how your, you know, cum tastes." "No way!" "Yep. I'm thinking we should cut it out and put it with the rest of the stuff for Jayce and Burke!" Joey ran to the small desk on the other side of the room, looking under the neat stacks of Lance's papers, and returned with a pair of scissors. Justin snipped the article from the magazine, and slid it into the box of sexual aides. "That'll crack them up!" "What'll crack who up?" Burke asked as he entered the room, his laptop under his arm and his backpack dangling from a shoulder. "Nothing, little man. How was school?" "Alright. I didn't fall asleep, which is a good thing." "A very good thing. I don't think Chris would let you and Josh spend the night with each other if you started doing things like that. Hopefully JC is managing to stay awake too, of Lance will get in on it." "Did you two really spend six hours slow dancing together?" "It didn't seem like that long, but I think so. Time just flew by. We started dancing, and the next thing I knew, Lance was waking us up." "That's so sweet," Justin sighed, a clouded, dreamy glaze coming to his eyes. "Yeah," Burke echoed in the same way, a small, content smile coming to his face. "You two are going to give me a toothache," Joe chuckled, flipping off the television as the cartoon's credits started to roll. "Let's get going. We can stop by McDonald's or something and pick up lunch on the way to the shoot." Lonnie gave them a nod as they walked to the elevators, subtly patting the master room key around his neck. Joey winked, getting the message, as the metal doors swung closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You all look like the cat who ate the canary," Chris remarked after Lance asked Joe and Just how they're morning went. "It was interesting, to say the least. I think I learned way too much for my liking." "Are you now an expert?" Lance questioned. "Hardly, but maybe one day soon someone will be." "I think you all are talking about something you don't want the rest of us to know about." "You would be right, Joshy. And, no, no one is going to tell you." The singer looked at his silent boyfriend. "Don't go getting any ideas. Burke doesn't know anything either." "Why don't we start the shoot now that everyone is here," Lance said, saving them from an inquisition. The group started toward the canvas tents set up to serve as dressing and make-up rooms. Chris and Josh fell back alongside Burke, escorting the young man they both loved. "I've got something inside to add to your scrapbook and personal collection," Chris mused. "Really? What?" "Newspaper clipping." "Cool!" Josh pressed his shoulder against Burke's. "What kind of personal collection do you have?" Chris gasped comically. "You mean he's never shown it to you?" "Shut up, dad!" The boy's cheeks were crimson. "It's just some mementoes I've kept." "What kind?" "Stuff to remind me of the special times we've spent together. Like dates and stuff." "Aww. Will you show me one of these days?" "If you promise not to laugh at me." Chris handed him one of the two copies of the morning's paper. Burke scanned the articles, his eyes falling upon a picture and it's accompanying tidbit. Multi-Platinum recording group NSYNC was seen living the high life last night at popular Manhattan night club Spectrum. Management from the club say they are happy to have had the singers as guests, and that they hope everyone had a wonderful time. The group was seeing dancing with several young ladies, and a young man. A representative of the group stated that he was Christopher Kirkpatrick's adopted son. NSYNC was unable to be reached for further comment. Burke looked at the pictures, one of he and Justin dancing together, the other of he and Josh. "Do you think they showed these ones on purpose?" "Oh, probably. Are you alright?" He expected some sliver of apprehension or fear, but felt neither as he examined the black and white photos. The photos were just on the racy side of innocent. Justin was behind him by at least a foot, one arm flopped over his shoulder, the singer's groin caught mid-thrust, grinding into air. Josh's was even more tame. You wouldn't have guessed they were dancing together except they were facing one another and laughing. "Yeah. These are cool. You said there were two copies?" Chris gave him the other one, his hand latching onto Burke's wrist. "Are you sure you're ok, son? It's alright if you aren't." "I'm fine, dad. I thought I'd be a little upset, but I'm not. It says that I was with you and tells exactly who I am. Just like Joe said. I'm fine, promise." "OK. Well, we need to get changed and everything. Where are you going to be?" Burke pointed to an out of the way area. "Good. Hopefully this won't take more than an hour or two." Chris kissed the top of his son's head and disappeared into wardrobe. "Need some help?" Burke whispered as Josh followed behind. The man stopped, turned around, and stood in front of him. "Don't you tease me! Besides, we might get sidetracked if you are in charge of making sure I get dressed and undressed." "Especially the undressed part," Burke smiled. "Go do your thing! Look pretty and all that jazz." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Even though it was the last show of their week long stay in New York, the singers decided to hold off on the normal celebration until the next night. Burke, not knowing any better, agreed that it would be a good idea to leave the city on a high note rather than already falling into the coma like sleeping after strenuous stops. Though only half of them knew what it was, there hung in the air a tangible expectation and excitement, eclipsing the usual adrenaline rushes they had after a concert. Even Burke, who had done nothing more than stand in the wings, was caught up in the ebb and flow. He and Justin bounced in their seats, everyone else threatening to shove them out if they tried to poke their heads through the limo's sunroof. Joey and Chris fell into a conversation, their words spilling out a mile a minute, coming so fast that any normal person would've heard only gibberish. Josh drummed the rhythm of some song on the faux wood paneling, and Lance do-wopped along with him, adding the counterpoint. "What are we doing tonight?" Burke asked, his voice coming out in giggles as Justin made faces at him. "Relaxing. Even though that was the last concert, we still have a full day tomorrow. Plus we'll be up late with the party and everything." The boy frowned at Lance's pronouncement, but that was soon replaced by him crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. "Lansten," he snickered, trying to sound eerie, "Lansten. I am the ghost of having fun! I will hit your elbows and knees with a board, Lansten!" "What?" the man cackled. Burke was still trying to be spooky. "You have lost your funny bone, Lansten, and I must find it!" Without warning, he took his scrapbook and hit his brother's knee with it. "Ow! I'm going to get you for that!" Lance shot across the car, dragging Burke to the carpeted floor. His fingers drove mercilessly into the boy's ribs. "How's this for funny bone, mister? Huh? It's pretty funny to me!" "Lance," he panted between fits of laughter. "Stop! P-please stop! I'm gonna--gonna pee my pants!" "That would be funny," Justin laughed, "Keep going!" Josh dove on top of Lance's back, squeezing his friend. "Think you're going to beat up on my boyfriend, do you? I don't think so!" It didn't take long before there was a pile of bodies on the floor, each vowing to avenge someone else. "Too...many...men," Burke stuttered as the climbed off him. "That's a first. I never thought I'd hear a gay teenager complain about a whole boy band on top of him!" What few breathes they had managed to take were for nothing as Burke tackled Joey, starting the game all over. "Night guys," Josh said after they had hung out in the suite for a while. "Night Josh, good night Burke." "See you all in the morning." Burke made the rounds giving his brothers a hug before he left the room, taking a little longer to kiss his father's cheek. "Good night, son. See you in the morning." Arm in arm, Burke and Josh walked across the hall and into their room. As the light was flipped on, they noticed the large box sitting on the bed. "What is it?" "I don't know. No one said anything about getting a delivery today." They sat on opposite sides of the box. Josh pulled of the slip of paper taped to the top. "It says, 'Have fun, and please, no details.'" "No name?" "Nope. Shall we see what's inside?" Burke nodded and grabbed the sharp letter opener from the desk, handing it to his boyfriend. Josh sliced the tape loose, the slowly opened the lid. He peeked inside for only a second, than slammed it shut. "What is it?" Burke asked worried some rabid fan had sent something crazy. Josh's face went red. "Uh--you probably shouldn't look inside." "Is it something bad? A boiled rabbit or something?" "No. It's just--embarrassing." "I wanna see." Burke pulled the lid off and gazed inside. After a split second, he was as pink as Josh. "Oh!" "Who would send us something like this?" "I don't know. What all is in here?" They upended the box, spilling it's contents on the bed so they could easily sort through it. "Um, Burke? I think this stuff is for us--to use." What Burke had thought was a practical joke took on a whole new meaning as he looked at the merchandise in front of them. "I guess we never really talked about this, have we?" "We always said later. But I guess now is as good of time as any." They stared at each other, then looked to the bed, then back to each other. "I love you, Burke. More than anything or anyone I've ever loved. I'm not going to try to be poetic. That's just the way it is. I'd like to be with you, when you are ready and really want to. Not just have sex with you, though. I love you too much for that. I want to make love with you." "I love you just as much, Josh, maybe more because there aren't a lot of people in my life who do love me. And I want to be with you, all the way. I'm just scared sometimes, when I think about it." The man scooted over, pulling the teen to him. "Tell me what scares you, Burke. Tell me and I'll make sure you're never scared again." "It's just that--well, I've never been with anyone, and I don't know what to do. I love you so much, and it would kill me if I couldn't make you happy in that way. Or what if I do something wrong, and I hurt you? I don't think I could live with myself if I did that." "First of all," Josh cooed, "I'm not some big stud. I've only been with one guy, and that was a long time ago. So I only know a little more than you do. As long as I'm with you, and you're with me, everything will be perfect. Love will make sure of that. As to hurting me, I worry about the same thing. All I can say is that we should go slow and listen to what the other one is saying and feeling. Deal?" Burke showed his agreement with a kiss. "You want to see what's in this mess?" Josh nodded. "If there is something in here that you don't like, or don't think you will, tell me, and I'll do the same, ok?" "Alright." They both giggled over the rubber blow-up doll they found, immediately insisting that it not be inflated. Since they were rather neat people, they carefully stacked each box of condoms, in sizes small to extra large. "Can I give you a massage with these?" Burke asked timidly, holding up the oils. "I'd love it. Hey! Instructional Reading! 'So It's Your First Time With Another Guy?' I wonder what it talks about." They spent a few minutes flipping through the book. While Josh listed the flavors in the box of lubricants, Burke found the magazine article Justin had stuck in at the last minute. He sat it aside, not giving it another thought, then continued his exploration. "Oh my God!" "What?" Burke held up the boxed dildo he had found. "Oh wow. That thing is huge! I'm glad I don't have to deal with that! OUCH!" He looked up to Burke's eyes, and saw the gray orbs filling with tears. "Burke? What's wrong?" "Nothing. I--I--" His voice trailed off as he ran out of the room. "Burke? Bro? What's going on?" Justin asked as his little brother ran into the suite and into one of the rooms. Josh followed quickly behind, looking as if the air had been knocked out of him. "What's going on, Jayce? Burke just ran through here crying." "I don't know Just. We were talking, then he took off. I don't know what I said." "Calm down. What were you talking about?" "Well, we were talking about sex stuff. There was a box in our room, and-" "I know. Joey and I put it there." "You what? Why?" "Because we want you and Burke to concrete your relationship. It's obvious that you both want to, so we wanted to give you a little nudge. So you were looking through the stuff, and something upset Burke?" "Yeah. He showed me the plastic thing, the dildo, then ran in here. I don't know why. I just don't want him to hurt, Justin." "Stay here, and I'll try to find out what's happening. OK?" Justin walked into the room, and found the bathroom door closed as well. "Burke? It's Justin. Can I come in?" "No! I'm too embarrassed!" "It'll be ok, bro. Josh is worried that he hurt you, and I want to make sure you're ok too. Can I come in please? Just me?" He heard the lock click, and he quickly slipped inside before the boy changed his mind. He found Burke sitting on the toilet, tears streaming down his face. "First off, are you ok? Physically?" "Yeah. But my heart is broken." "The we'll put it back together. I know what you and Josh were talking about, so don't worry about being embarrassed. He said that you had showed him something, and then you got upset. Is that pretty close?" He nodded. "Alright. Now why is your heart broken?" "Because I can't be with Josh, not that way. He doesn't want me." That brought a fresh torrent of sobs. "That's not true, Burke. Josh loves you so much, in every way. Why do you think he doesn't want to be with you?" "He said so." "He said those words exactly? That he doesn't want to be with you?" "No." "Tell me what he said then." Burke shook his head, covering his eyes with his hands. "I can't help if I don't know, bro. Josh doesn't know what he did or said, but he wants to make it right." "It's not his fault, Just. It's mine. I'm a freak and he doesn't want to be with me!" "Please, Burke, tell me why you think that." "I showed him the dildo thing, and he said it was too big. He said it would hurt and that he was glad he didn't have to deal with it." "And what does that have to do with him not wanting to be with you? I mean, it's just a piece of plastic. Unless you're the same si--" He became quiet, thinking he understood. "Oh, ok. Burke, I guarantee that doesn't matter to him, not really. The other is just a thing, a toy, but you are the guy he loves. Is there anything else?" "That magazine article. I had onions for supper and that will ruin everything." Justin managed not to laugh at the comment. "It won't ruin a thing, Burke. I promise. Do you care if Josh ate onions or something?" "No." "And it won't matter to him. Do you want me to go talk to him?" Burke nodded. "OK, I'll be right back." He shut the door behind him, then covered his mouth, muffling the snickers coming from his gut. Of all the things for them to worry about, it was if Burke's dick was too big or not. He composed himself and went to the living room. Josh was sitting on one of the couches, looking as pale and distraught as Burke. "What's wrong, Just? What did I do?" "He's ok, Jayce. Or will be in a few minutes. Burke thinks that you don't want to be with him." "Why? I just told him how much I wanted it." "I know you did. But you said something else too. It upset Burke even though you didn't mean anything by it." "What? I take it back whatever it was!" "What did you say when you saw the dildo?" The nearly crying singer thought back several minutes. "I said that it was huge and that I was glad I wouldn't have to deal with that. What does that have to do with anything?" "Josh, have you ever seen Burke naked?" He nodded. "Have you ever seen him hard?" "No." "If I understand everything right, and I'm pretty sure I do, Burke, when he is hard, gives that piece of plastic a run for it's money." "And he thinks I don't want to be with him because I said it was too big! Oh god! That's not true, Just! I love him, all of him!" "There's one more thing too. Did you see the article from GQ? It was about how certain foods make your cum taste different. Burke, evidently, had onions today." "And? That doesn't mean anything!" "Then go get him, Josh, get him, take him back to your room, and show him." Justin talked with conviction, though he was laughing inside, having just commanded his best friend to have sex with his little brother. Josh, with much pleading, led his boyfriend from the bathroom. "Thanks Justin." "No problem." He hugged Burke and whispered in his ear "Make him know how good it feels!" Burke gasped, then giggled. "Have a good night you two." "I'm sorry Burke. I didn't realize that you had-" "It's alright, Josh. You didn't know. It was stupid of me to act that way." "No it wasn't. Come on, let's get cleaned up and go to bed." Burke nodded and turned to the bathroom. He moaned as Josh rubbed the tense muscles of his shoulders, then stripped his shirt from him. "You're beautiful, Burke. I'm so lucky to have you." "I love you, Josh." Though it was not the first time the man had undressed him, Burke was surprised to see Josh shimmy out of his clothes as well, then turn on the shower. Not speaking, he was pulled into the steaming jets, his body held tightly to his boyfriends. Josh, with all the tenderness he could muster, washed Burke from head to toe, his hands lovingly spreading over the soft, smooth skin. At every chance he got, he kissed the boy, drawing their tongues into a passionate duel. When he couldn't take it any longer, he turned the water off, and patted him dry. Josh took Burke by the hand and led him back to the bedroom, then lifted him off the ground. Gently he laid his boyfriend down and slid in beside him. "Burke," he murmured, "could we? Tonight?" "Please, Josh," came the whimpered reply, "make love to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's all for now!!!!!!!! I'm an evil bastard, but you still love me (I hope)! Is it a cliffhanger? I don't know yet! But this chapter is longer than others! I'd love to hear your comments, and, in this case, your hate mail! You can reach me at cameronwriter@hotmail.com Until next time! Always, Cameron P.S. 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