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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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Jack
"Hey, what happened to the outfit I laid out for you?" Josh asked as I stood in front of the closet, trying to find shoes.
I turned around and grinned at him. Josh was standing in front of the bathroom sink, filling his hair with gel or something from one of the many bottles on the counter, in socks and a pair of jeans with so many rips you could almost see everything. His tanned, muscled torso, stretching above the low riding waist, glistened faintly under the bright bathroom lights. His necklace dipped down to the top of the valley between his pecs.
"The outfit you laid out for me was sparkly," I said, shaking my head. "I felt like a fishing lure, so I switched shirts."
"The outfit I picked out for you made a statement," Josh said, smiling at me in the mirror as he carefully teased out individual strands of hair.
"Vegas showgirl?" I asked, still hunting for shoes that went with this.
"As opposed to the statement that outfit makes," Josh said, shrugging. I looked up, an eyebrow raised, and he read the question off of my face. "Oh, Jack, don't worry. It says 'sexy'. Sexy librarian."
"Jerk," I said, shaking my head. "At least my outfit doesn't say, 'Hey, look at my ass, 'cause you can almost see my crack through all the rips in these jeans.' Wanna see Josh's brown eye wink at you? Drop something on the floor in front of him. Have you seen my black shoes? The ones with the buckles?"
"Maybe Lance threw up on them," Josh said, laughing.
"You're not funny," I said, smothering my own giggles.
Lance had been mortified at throwing up on my feet, and burst into tears before any of us could say anything. Howie pulled him back into the head, and they stayed in there for about twenty minutes while Josh splashed buckets of water onto my feet and the captain laughed heartily. Howie stepped out of the head, his face neutral, leading Lance by the hand. Lance's face was red, but he wasn't crying, and he meekly apologized and offered to buy me new shoes. I demurred, and also shot down the suggestion that we return to port, unless Lance wanted to go. Howie and Josh went back to fishing, and I spent the rest of the cruise barefoot, slowly feeding Lance pretzels while I waited for my shoes to dry. Every few seconds the captain would look at them, sitting wet in the corner of the deck, and snicker, and I thought about asking Lance to throw up on him, too.
"Sorry, you're right," Josh said, walking over to me. He fluffed my collar a little, straightening it, and then undid the top two buttons of my shirt. I reached up to refasten them, and he gently took my hands, smiling as he leaned forward to kiss me on the face. "I undid those for a reason. I expect you to leave them undone."
"Really?" I asked, sliding my hands out of his. I hooked my fingers into his belt loops, pulling his hips up against me as I kissed him again. "And what if I started undoing buttons, too? What would you do then?"
"What buttons?" he asked, grinning at me. I slid my hand around and began undoing the front of his jeans.
"These," I said, tugging open the button fly. I dropped to my knees, pulling the ripped jeans down with me. Josh looked down as I stared at his zebra print briefs, holding in giggles. "These are cute."
"I needed something small," Josh said, shrugging. "If I wore boxer briefs, you'd be able to see them through the rips in the legs."
"And plain white just wouldn't be you," I said, losing my battle. I giggled.
"Jack, Chris'll be here in a minute," Josh said, staring down at me. "We don't have time for this."
"I think we should make time," I said, grabbing his briefs and jerking them down. His cock was plump, but not hard. I opened my mouth and pulled him inside as he gasped.
"Oh, Jack," Josh sighed, grabbing my shoulders. His soft fingers dug into my flesh as he gasped again, tossing his head back.
I nursed on his cock, sucking hard as I washed my tongue over it. Josh tasted fresh and clean, a little wet from the shower, and was warm and silky on my tongue. I smiled, sucking harder as I felt him pressing at my throat, and I began to rock back and forth, letting his shaft slide in and out of my mouth. Josh's hands fluttered over my face, stroking the sides, brushing my hair back so he could see my eyes. Josh stared down at me, his mouth hanging open as he sighed contentedly, and I leaned forward, swallowing hard and pulling him into my throat.
"Oh, God," he gasped, his breath coming faster now.
I stared up at him, watching his chest heave, and his abs flex and release. His fingers were on my shoulders again, gripping, not pulling me down but just holding on, and his arms bulged as he tightened his grip. I ran my hands up and down his legs, squeezing the hard rounded bulge of his calves, roaming up over the firm, sinewy muscle of his thighs. I squeezed his ass as I pulled him forward again, swallowing his cock as I buried my face in his soft, curly brown pubes, his balls colliding with my chin as they hung, low and full, in his crinkly sack. As I stared up at him his blue eyes were wide, fixed on mine as his mouth hung open, and his tongue slid out to wet his lips. Each time he thrust forward he gasped urgently, and a wave passed over his face as pleasure surged through him. I was painfully hard in my tight leather pants, but didn't want to let go of him to take care of myself. I was too in love with the firm pliability of his soft, silky skin to stop touching it.
"Jack, Jack," he sighed breathlessly, tiny beads of sweat starting to break out on his forehead. His eyes weren't just squinting on his thrusts now, they were squeezing closed, and his fingers tightened on my shoulders each time I swallowed him.
We heard a knock at the door, and Josh tried to pull back to answer it, but I wasn't moving. I kept my hands locked on his ass, and started to bob my head faster, sucking harder.
"Jack," Josh whispered urgently, his voice high and breathless. "We have to, have to, get that."
"Mmm mmm," I answered negatively, speeding up even more.
I felt the head of his cock pushing at the back of my throat again, and, taking a deep breath, I pulled him all the way inside. As the person at the door knocked again Josh's hands tensed, his fingers digging into my shoulders, and he let out a loud, strangled cry. I felt his hips jerking, and could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue as he shot into my throat. When he was done I quickly pulled off of him as he sat on the bed, gasping for breath.
"I better get that," I said, wiping the spit away from my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood.
Before I could step toward the door Josh grabbed me, spinning me back toward him and crushing me against his heaving chest as he jammed his tongue into my mouth, pressing his lips urgently to mine. I moaned against him, and then he pulled back, our mouths parting with a wet, sucking noise.
"I love you," he sighed.
"I love you, too," I said, grinning as I slid out of his arms. "Finish getting dressed, ok?"
"Yeah," he panted, bending down to pull his pants up.
I trotted across the cottage to pull the door open, finding Joey and Chris on the doorstep. They both grinned at me.
"Took you long enough," Chris said.
"Yeah, what were you guys doing?" Joey asked, trying to see past me.
"Nothing?" I answered uncertainly.
Joey and Chris grinned and pushed their way inside.
"You two are like rabbits," Chris said, laughing.
"Fucking rabbits," Joey added.
"Or fucking dogs," Chris said, grinning.
"Fucking goats," Joey suggested.
"Fucking anything, really," Chris said.
"Because that's what you two were doing," Joey continued.
"Fucking," Chris concluded.
My head ticked back and forth between the two of them, trying to find a spot to jump in and shut this down before they really got going.
"No Vlada tonight?" I asked. Joey, his attention already shifting, began looking over the table, where I still had the reception chart spread out.
"She's doing a shoot tomorrow, so she wanted to get a good night's sleep," Chris answered.
"Are we ready?" Josh asked from the bedroom doorway. I glanced over and was surprised. He was wearing a black shirt, completely unbuttoned, and underneath a sheer nylon shirt that was almost completely transparent, shimmering under the light.
"Wow," I sighed. I hadn't noticed how tight those jeans were. "You look hot, Josh."
"Not as hot as you," he said, kissing me on the cheek.
"You're flashing a lot of skin," Chris said, cocking his head to the side.
"That's not like you," Joey added.
Josh grinned.
"Every once in a while I like to surprise you guys," he said as I herded all of them to the door. "Let's go get the rest of the boys and get dancing!"
We charged out to the minivan, determined to have fun.
Justin
The evening was going passably well, and everyone seemed to be trying to have a good time, as if we hadn't gotten in arguments every day that we'd been here. Never underestimate the power of denial, especially in large doses with large groups. I hated to say it, but the harder we tried to have fun, the more I got the feeling that we were the last people dancing to the band on the deck of the Titanic. Then again, maybe I was just being negative. Maybe everyone really was having as much fun as they looked like, and it was just me who was unhappy.
I was trying to be happy, trying to just let go, but every time I was out on the dance floor, finding a random partner and starting to get down, I would look over and see Jack and Josh, dancing together. Jack, as always, didn't have much rhythm, but if Josh was leading anyone was a good partner, pressed against him. The two of them whispered to each other, or kissed, dancing against each other through every song as their hands slid back and forth over each other's shoulders or hips. They grinned the entire time, their eyes locked together, and you could tell that, for them, there really wasn't anyone else in the room. The rest of us were just background cast at the moment.
I turned away, heading back to the bar for another drink as the girl I was dancing with tried to follow. I was moving too quickly through the crowd for her to keep up, but I was sure she'd be around again later. They always came back. I pushed through the crowd at the counter, grinning amiably at everyone since we were in public, and ordered another beer, my fourth or fifth for the night. Turning, I saw Lance down at the end of the counter, seated on a bar stool by himself. I hadn't really spent a lot of time alone with Lance lately. Actually, I hadn't been alone with Lance since before Jack left. After everyone had found out about the horrible things I'd done to him, I had promised not to be alone with him. Then, when he and I finally worked that out, he was already involved with Howie, and spending his personal time with him. Then when Jack disappeared I was with Josh all the time, and Howie, finally finding out that it was me who hurt Lance, ate up even more of Lance's time after that.
"Hey," I said, walking over. I leaned on the counter next to Lance, being careful to keep a little space between us. He was more or less ok around me, after all the therapy we'd both been through, but lately he had seemed a little skittish.
"Justin!" Lance said, sounding surprised. His green eyes darted around the bar quickly as he smiled uncertainly. "Hey. You're not dancing?"
"I got a little bored," I lied, shrugging. "What's your excuse?"
"I just don't feel like it right now," he said, looking away.
Both of us sipped our beers, looking out across the dance floor at our friends. Josh and Jack were grinding against each other in time to the music, Jack's arms clasped behind Josh's neck, Josh's hands on Jack's hips. Joey and Chris had found random girls to dance with, although I noticed that Chris was keeping a respectable distance between himself and his dance partner. I guess he really was serious about this thing with Vlada. Joey, somehow exuding that baffling Joey charm, actually had two girls fighting to dance with him, and was trying his best to please both. Nick had some poor victim of a girl pressed against him, massaging her ass with both hands while they gyrated to the music, and nearby, avoiding Nick as studiously as Nick was ignoring him, was Howie, also dancing with a random girl. I wondered if it was bothering Lance to see him like that.
"Howie looks like he's having fun," I said carefully, watching his face. He looked out wistfully at Howie, who didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah," Lance said, shrugging. "He says we can't dance with each other, because, you know, people might know."
"So you don't feel like dancing at all," I said, figuring it out.
Lance nodded, looking sadly at the floor. When he looked back up at me, I saw that I wasn't the only one in pain.
"It's hard, Justin," Lance said quietly. "It's just so hard sometimes. When I talk to my family, they're still not really ok with it. They're trying, but they still don't really understand. And everyone else, well, it's just so hard worrying about who can see you, or who might have a camera, or what people are saying. I look at Jack and Josh sometimes, and, you know, I see how happy they are, and I wonder about me and Howie, and I wonder if we'll ever be happy like that."
"You're not jealous of them, are you?" I asked, sipping my beer.
"No more than you," Lance answered, sipping his as well. My, weren't we being honest?
"You know, Lance, I know we don't really hang out anymore, after, you know, everything," I began carefully, so afraid he'd take it the wrong way. "But if you, I don't know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I miss you, Lance, and if you ever want to, you know, just hang out."
Lance swallowed, but when he looked at me he was smiling.
"I think I might like that," he said, green eyes wide. He looked comfortable for the first time since I'd come over. "I miss you, too."
Lance reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, just resting it there, and I smiled at him. Suddenly Howie appeared at his other side, grabbing his arm. He jerked Lance so hard that Lance lost his balance, sliding off of his bar stool and being forced to stand so he didn't land on the floor.
"Howie," I said carefully, watching as Lance's face twisted in panic, his jaw trembling as he fumbled for an excuse.
"Justin," he said icily, glaring at me, his brown eyes narrowed. His fingers were wrapped possessively around Lance's arm, squeezing hard, and Lance actually winced a little. "Excuse us."
Howie jerked Lance away, leading him around the opposite side of the dance floor to the tables at the back. I couldn't catch any of the words, but I could hear Howie's raised voice and Lance's much quieter one. I sighed and shook my head, wondering why Howie had to be such a dick all the time. Actually, he might have really good reasons, when you thought about it. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't want him hanging out with the guy who assaulted him, either. I turned back to the dance floor, deliberately looking past the happy tangle of Jack and Josh. I couldn't see Chris or Joey, and Howie had pulled Lance completely out of sight, but Nick still had that girl pressed against him, whispering in her ear as his hands roamed all over her ass. I recognized the look on his face. Nicky thought he was hooking up tonight. The only question now would be whether I slept on the couch, whether I joined in, or whether I brought someone home, too.
While I watched, though, I was amused to see Nick's plans for the evening crumble. Four or five girls drifted over, and one of them grabbed the girl Nick was dancing with by the arm. I'd seen this happen in clubs a thousand times. A bunch of girls went out together, and they all expected to go home together. As Nick stood watching, his hand still on the ass of the catch of the day, she argued with her friend for a second, and then turned back to Nick. I'm not sure what she said, but I watched his face, and he had the same expression that I'd seen when he scratched out at pool, blowing a shot that he was sure he had. The girl drifted off with her friends, waving to Nick and making a "call me" gesture with her hands, not realizing that Nick probably wouldn't remember her name, much less her number. Nick swore, throwing his hands up in the air, and then stomped off toward the bathrooms. I finished my beer and decided to follow.
Nick was bent over one of the sinks, sniffling, when I walked in. He spun around, eyes wide, but when he saw me he grinned with relief.
"Justin," he said, wiping at his nostrils, still sniffling, as he dropped a small bottle of some kind into his pocket with his other hand.
"Coking up in the bathroom, Nick?" I asked, sort of disgusted but really not caring either way as I walked over to the urinals. What Nick did to himself really wasn't my problem, but I'd be damned before I put any shit up my nose. "How eighties."
"Fuck you," Nick said, not really meaning it, checking in the mirror to make sure his face was clean. He walked over and stood by the urinal as I started to piss. "Just trying to take the edge off."
"Whatever," I said, shrugging. "Looked like you had a tiny little problem out there a minute ago."
"Yeah," Nick said, shrugging. "I mean, what the fuck? I guess I could go find someone else, or, you know, you'll do."
He was grinning when he said it, and I noticed again how hot he looked. Nick was like a vase or something. Really pretty, but empty. Still, he'd look even hotter on his knees.
"Is that why you're over here, staring at my cock?" I asked, dropping my eyes down to it as I shook it off. Nick's, following mine, were on it, too. I gave my dick a squeeze, feeling it start to swell. "See something you like, Nicky?"
Nick's eyes darted around the small bathroom, stopping at mine before dropping back down to my cock.
"Justin, this isn't really," he began, and I slid my other hand up to the back of his neck, exerting gentle pressure. I wasn't really pushing on him yet, but it was clear where I wanted him.
"That wasn't really what I asked, Nicky," I said, leaning in. My other hand was stroking faster at my cock now, and I stopped for a second to grab one of his. Pulling it over, I pressed his palm to my shaft, and grinned when I felt his fingers wrap around it and begin to slide up and down. I stepped away from the urinal a little, and he stepped with me. "I asked if you saw something you liked. Did you?"
Nick grinned, staring into my eyes, and, licking his lips, dropped to his knees on the floor of the dirty little bathroom as the music out on the dance floor pounded through the walls. I had both of my hands on the back of his head now, lacing my fingers through his hair, and was gently, but firmly, pressing him forward.
"Yeah, I did," Nick answered, his mouth dropping open as he slid forward, smiling.
The head of my cock slid through his lips, and I felt his tongue playing over it. Flexing, my arms bulged, biceps tightening as I pulled him forward, watching as my shaft slid into his mouth. His big blue eyes, deceptively innocent, beamed up at me as he gleefully went to work on my cock, washing his tongue over and around it. I began to pull his head back and forth as he knelt limply in front of me, letting me have my way with him. His mouth hung open as I used him, and I felt myself feeling better already.
"I thought you'd like that, Nicky," I said, smiling down at him. He moaned contentedly. "You always like being my bitch, don't you?"
"Mmm hmmm," Nick moaned around my cock. I watched for a second as I continued pumping in and out of his mouth. My shaft was slick and wet, appearing and disappearing between his rosy lips.
"Yeah, I know, Nicky," I said, pushing forward again, jamming into his throat. Nick had swallowed too many dicks to gag on it, and he knew better than to let any teeth scrape. "You look so fucking sexy down there on your knees."
Nick grinned up at me around my cock, but before I could say anything else we heard the outer door to the bathroom squeaking open. It also had an inner door, and I jerked Nick over to the nearest stall, kicking the door closed behind me, almost tripping since my pants were down around my ankles. Nick had flung his arms out to keep from being smacked into the wall, and he leaned over the toilet with his back to me. I leaned on him, my chest to his back, my cock still hard, as we heard the inner door open. Nick giggled a little, trying to smother it, as we heard somebody pee, then wash his hands, and then we heard the door close again.
"That was close," Nick said, laughing. I was leaning on him still, and realized that my cock was still hard, pressed against his ass.
"Yeah," I whispered, my hands dropping down to his hips. "But I'm still hard, Nicky."
"Justin," Nick said, not moving, but not stopping me as my hands slid around the waist of his pants to hover just over his belt. "We just almost got caught."
"I know," I said, my hands crawling down to his crotch. He was hard, too, and I began to massage his cock through his pants as he moaned. "And it turned me on, Nicky. Feels like it did you, too. You know what I want now, Nicky? Do you?"
"Justin, not here," he hissed, letting out another little moan as I squeezed his cock a little harder.
"I want to fuck, Nicky," I said, letting go of him. I undid his buckle, and then his pants. Always prepared, I had a condom waiting in my pocket, and I began tearing it open as I kicked his legs wider apart. "Do you want me, Nicky?"
"Justin, what if we get caught?" Nick whispered, bracing himself against the wall.
"Don't be such a pussy, Nicky," I said, pressing my cockhead to his ass. I leaned forward, pressing my mouth right against his ear. "Unless you're being my pussy."
Nick's breathing was high and shallow, and I ran my hands up and down his back, dropping them down to stroke his ass, squeezing the cheeks, as I left my cock there, ready.
"Last chance, Nicky," I whispered, nibbling at his ear. "Do you want to be a good little boy, or do you want to fuck?"
"Fuck me, Justin," Nick answered, grinning. "Fuck me."
Kneeling a little, I pushed forward, my body flexing as my cock pushed against him and then burst inside. He let out a low grunt that rose to a yelp as I slammed forward, crashing against him as he stood rigid against the back wall, the toilet below us. I began to pump into him, hard and rough, the way that fucking always was with Nick and I. It was always kind of quick and bestial with us, the definition of "fucking", really. There was making love, like Josh and I had once, and there was fucking, which Nick and I did often, rutting against each other as I drilled into him.
"You like that?" I asked, biting the side of his neck as he tossed his head back against me, my arms on his stony shoulders as I slammed into him, hearing him grunt each time I hit bottom, jabbing at his prostate.
"Harder," Nick grunted, throwing himself back against me. "Harder! Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me!"
"Yeah," I grunted, slamming into him, feeling his hot tunnel clench around me.
I brought one of my hands around to the front and began to jerk him off, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Nick moaned again as I pulled at it, stroking him in time to my thrusts, squeezing hard. He continued throwing himself back against me as I pushed forward, his hips slamming into mine. We were both moaning and groaning, not even bothering to cover the noise. We heard the bathroom door open again, and Nick tensed up for a second, but I didn't miss a beat.
"Someone's in here," he hissed, still meeting my thrusts.
"Let's give 'em a show," I whispered back, slamming all the way into him even harder, forcing another yelp out of him. My hand squeezed convulsively around his cock as I thought about how hot this was, how dangerous for us both if we got caught.
"Unh," he grunted, clenching around me again. "Fuck me!"
"Yeah," I panted, chanting it with each thrust. Nick groaned against me.
I realized that the person in the bathroom hadn't left yet, was still standing there listening to us, and suddenly that was enough. I slammed forward, feeling my body tense up as my hips jerked, spearing my cock into Nick's ass as I began to unload in him. He groaned, and I kept stroking, finally seeing him shoot all over the back of the stall as he yelped. I grabbed some toilet paper, pulling the condom off as I stepped back, sliding out of him, and we both caught our breath. I dropped the mess into the toilet, and, grabbing another sheet, cleaned Nick's cock off carefully, knowing that he was always a little sensitive after he came. He hit the flusher as he bent down to pull up his pants, and I pulled mine up as well. As we stood I licked the back of his neck.
"That was fun," I said.
"Fucking hot," he agreed, fastening his buckle.
"Let's go see if they enjoyed the show," I said. "Maybe we won't be alone tonight after all."
I pulled open the stall door, grinning, neither of us bothering to be embarrassed. If whoever was out there had heard that much, there was no doubt as to what we were doing, and pretending wouldn't serve any purpose. Nick stepped out behind me, and collided with my back as I froze, my grin slipping a little. Joey leaned on the inner bathroom door, holding it closed to keep anyone else from entering the bathroom, his face an angry scowl.
"Joey," I began, not sure of what I'd say.
"Enjoy the show?" Nick asked.
"Have a good time?" Joey asked, his voice harsh. "You two are in deep shit."
Chastised, we followed him out of the bathroom.
To be continued.