Hey everyone, I think you can guess what I'm about to say...
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Chapter 5: A Beginning, a Middle, and an End...
"Mmm..." JC moaned as Justin straddled his hips in a hotel room in East Rutherford, New Jersey. JC began to dry hump Justin through his khakis as he groaned louder.
"Shh," Justin scolded him quietly, "do you want to get us caught?"
Neither JC nor Justin wanted to get caught in their...awkward...position by any of their bandmates because they were making too much noise having sex, but the risk of being caught did make their session a bit more erotic.
Justin slowly began to unbutton JC's shirt, starting with at the top and working his way down. After undoing the final button he pulled open the shirt to reveal JC's flawless torso, Justin bent down and lightly trailed up JC's abdomen with his tongue.
JC threw his head and let out a small moan of pleasure, which got louder as Justin began to suck on his right pec. JC began to run his fingers through Justin's curly hair while he rubbed his left pec with the other hand.
Justin pulled off his own shirt and then began to loosen JC's belt. Justin rolled off and pulled off his own pants and JC now took over the top. He pulled off his pants and rolled a condom over his 8-inch prick, then lubed it with plenty of KY jelly. JC took the excess jelly on his fingers and began to work the two in and out of Justin's tight ass. He leaned in and began to suck on Justin's neck as stimulated Justin's ass.
Finally JC stopped sucking on Justin's neck and pulled his fingers out of his ass, only to be replaced by his cock. He easily popped the thick head into the tight hole, then worked his thick monster in slowly, inch by inch. Once inside he began to grind Justin's ass hard and fast as he worked Justin's own 7-inch member with his left hand.
Now Justin was the one moaning loudly as he got one of the best handjobs of his life. Justin took a nearby pillow and bit onto the end to keep from screaming as he blew his load all his stomach, chest, and JC's hand.
JC began to feel that warm tingling feeling down in his balls as Justin ass muscles tightened as he came. The feeling began to move slowly, spreading up through his cock as he blew buckets of cum into the latex condom. After the feeling shook his body for a moment, he collapsed on the bed next to Justin as he licked Justin's cum off of his fingers.
JC leaned in and kissed Justin, pushing his cum-covered tongue deep inside his lover's mouth so that Justin could taste his own juices. Justin slowly sucked on JC's tongue as he felt his smooth ass, perfect chest, and rippled back muscles.
The two fell back onto the bed, exhausted. This was their way of celebrating another great concert.
"JC?" Justin said quietly, trying not to upset the perfect silence that always followed their lovemaking.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think that by having sex we're going to ruin our friendship?" Justin looked at his best friend worriedly.
"Well, no, because we're not having sex," JC answered, "we're making love. There's a difference, sex is when two people who don't really love each other fuck, but making love is when two people who love each other show their love for each other...um, Justin...I guess..."
"What is it?" Justin saw that JC was struggling with something.
"...What I'm trying to say is that...I love you," JC looked into his lover's eyes for a moment, but that moment was cut short as Justin leaned in and passionately kissed JC on the lips.
"I love you too," Justin said as he blinked a single away.
Wait a second, this is wrong, Justin loved Britney, or so he thought. Well, he had never actually told her that, but he showed it to her through the things he did. He loved JC as a friend, not as a lover, but...he did love JC in much more than he did Britney... what exactly was he thinking?
JC pulled Justin closer to him as their naked bodies pressed warmly against one another and they slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day the two woke up to phone ringing.
"Yeah?" Justin said groggily as he picked up the receiver.
"Justin?" Lance's voice came across the line, "what are you doing in JC's room?"
"Uh...couldn't sleep..." Justin stumbled for an excuse.
"Oh, well, you guys better get up because we have a press conference in two hours, Chris, Joey, and me are heading to a diner for some breakfast, wanna come?"
"Yeah, why not?" Justin replied.
"Alright, see guys in the lobby in fifteen minutes," Lance said, "bye."
Justin wrestled JC out of bed and into the shower, there they worked out a system of one washing their hair while the other washed their body, then switching. Justin threw on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue button-up Hawaiian shirt over that, though he left it unbuttoned. JC wore a pair of khakis and tan colored shirt. The two quickly headed to the elevator and down to the lobby.
By noon the five guys were in their press conference, which went the way every other one usually went.
"Have you guys been able to do anything in East Rutherford without being mobbed by fans?" asked one reporter.
"Actually," Joey spoke up, "we just went to a diner for breakfast and there wasn't that many people there, so we got in and out without much hassle."
After a few more dumb questions Justin began to get hot and took off the blue shirt, but for reasons unbeknownst to any of the band members cameras began to flash uncontrollably as he took of his outer shirt. Suddenly reporters began screaming questions of who the lucky girl was and the guys had no idea of what was going on.
Lance looked at Justin and then said, "Um, I think that's enough for now..."
After the five band members headed to the waiting limo looking confused, except for Lance, who was furious.
"What the hell was that?" Chris shouted, "why the hell did Justin's shirt get them so hot and bothered?"
"Maybe it wasn't the shirt," Lance said through gritted teeth, "maybe it was that."
Lance pointed to Justin's neck, and the large, red hickey on right side of it.
"Most fans would kill to even TALK to one of us, Justin," Lance shouted as the limo began to move, "and if you decide to give one of them the ride of their life and FUCK them, then at least cover up the fucking evidence!"
JC and Justin looked at each other worriedly, they knew that it wasn't a fan that gave him the hickey, but JC from last night, and they knew that the press would think the same thing that Lance did since Britney was still in Sweden recording for her next album.
"I can understand wearing the Hawaiian shirt to cover it up, but for fucking Christ's sakes leave the God damn shirt on!" Lance continued to rant and rave, "do you know that the press is gonna butcher you for this! Tabloids will have a field day, they'll probably say you got that from some stupid fan that..."
"SHUT UP, LANCE!" JC screamed, "a fan didn't give Justin the hickey!"
Silence fell over the limo, luckily the soundproof window kept the driver from hearing any of this as JC continued...
"I did!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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