| On A Bed Of Roses |
| A tired head poked out of blank covers. "Please...PLEASE!! In the name of everything GOOD...give me sleep, or give me death!" A sexy man with chocolate hair shook his head. "Ususally, I'm not one to do this...so forgive me." He reached down and grasped the mattress in his strong arms. Grunting and groaning, he slowly lifted until the contents were strewn all over the floor. "JC, I swear to God that before I die, I'll kill you for that," the young man muttered as he buried his head in the floor (or at least tried). "Later, man. Later. Right now, however, I'm needed downstairs, as are you, for breakfast, photos, and fans." He linked arms with the boy on the floor and brought him to his feet. He stifled laughter as his young friend's curls tried to leap from one side of his head to the other. "Ugh, I look like crap." "Yeah, you do. So may I suggest that you hurry your little famous butt into the shower and dress yourself as quickly as possible." JC grinned as the youngest of the five friends trudged slowly into the bathroom. This was normal and expected of every morning, but every morning it seemed to be funnier and funnier. As JC left to go into the hallway, he spotted another one of the "fabulous five." "Lance! Hey, wait up!" The blond he called Lance looked around JC as if trying to locate some treasure chest and finally smirked. "So, no miracle occured and the curly-haired wonder Justin can be expected thirty minutes late as usual?" Before JC could answer, a slightly taller brown-haired man joined the two. "No Justin?" "Come on, Joey," Lance sighed. "Asking Justin to be on time would be like personally asking hell to freeze over." A door was heard opening behind them. "Ooh, I think it's starting to get chilly in here," Joey commented. "No Justin?" JC looked at Joey incredulously. "You mistook Chris for Justin? Those icicles in your brain must have melted the wrong way." Chris sprinted until he could join the conversation. "Dude! Joey mistook ME for JUSTIN?! When did hell freeze over?" JC let a chuckle escape his lips, but Chris continued. "Oh well. As long as I'm being mistaken for the boy, I may as well get into the act!" He loosened the drawstring on his sweatpants and disregarded their transgression down his hips as he began thrusting and grinding fiercely. "Heck, yeah, baby! Send the chicks running!" "Did I ever tell you how screwed up you were?" Lance murmured through fits of laughs and tears. ***** Justin yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I am NOT ready for today. Ugh, more fans, more photos...fun stuff! Riiiiiiiiight." Nonchalantly, Justin flipped the water on in the shower and stepped in. He stopped, however, when he noticed something was wrong. He felt around and grabbed a small bar of soap, attempting to ignore this, and continued with his daily routines. Justin lathered a tiny amount of bubbles between his fingers and slapped it on his face as if to finally wake himself. His vision was blurred from the suds, but he nearly fell and cracked his head open when he noticed...something...clinging to his skin. And unless the fans had found out where his hotel room was, he was almost sure that...He glanced down and his questions were confirmed as he noticed his thin, gray Calvin-Klein boxer-briefs, now sopping wet and plastered to his muscular inner thighs. "Shit. Okay, how tired are we today, Timberlake? Wake up!" ***** A young boy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Mom, what if I don't get it? I don't think I did that well. What happens if I DO make it, though. I don't want to move! and I don't want to cause you to move either. But I DO want this job, it's what I love doing and..." "Baby, it's all right! You did great and if you decide that you don't want to do it if you get the job, then that's fine. But I think you did well and I know that you'll be happy no matter what..." "Excuse me..." A new voice was added to their huddle. "I just wanted to say that we were extrememly impressed with your audition and want to sign you on immediately..." |
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