Boys18

Joey got dressed in the bathroom, glad he had brought his clothes in with him. He took a deep breath and opened the door, prepared to let JC go. He walked in and was shocked to see JC sitting on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands.

"JC?"

JC whipped his head up and was over to Joey in record time. He hugged him tightly, until Joey wasn't sure if any oxygen could get through.

"God, Joey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I was just joking!" Joey was
shocked. JC was near hysterics, and his eyes were red-rimmed from crying. "I'm sorry, okay? I was kidding! I love *you*, not Lance! Joey, you have to believe me!"

Joey took in JC's red eyes, tearstained cheeks, and messed up hair. He smiled slightly, wiping a tear away. "I believe you," he whispered.

JC sniffled loudly, running his sleeve under his nose. "Really?" he asked in a small voice.

Joey nodded. "I know you love me. I was just jealous," he admitted.

JC was confused. "Jealous? Of Lance?" Joey nodded. "Why?"

"Because I know you loved him, and you sent him the same letter you sent me, so I..."

"Woah, woah, woah," said JC, backing up with a chuckle. "First of all, I never loved Lance. I mean, yeah, he's my best friend and all, but I'm not *in* love with him."

"Really?" Joey's voice was full of hope that he couldn't hide.

"Yes," laughed JC. "And, what, you thought I sent him a love letter? I didn't send him a letter!"

Joey laughed. "I guess he was talking about someone else then," he grinned. "I just thought you sent him the same letter you sent me and..."

"Woah, back up," said JC. "I didn't send you a letter either, babe."

Joey nodded. "Yes, you did." He walked over to his suitcase, pulling out the infamous TEENBEAT magazine. He opened it, took out the letter, and handed it to JC. JC opened the letter, his eyes growing wide after reading it.

"Where did you get this?" he whispered.

"You, uh, you sent it to me," said Joey, suddenly feeling really stupid.

JC shook his head. "I didn't send this to you," he said nervously. "Uh, this is the letter *Justin* sent to *me*."

"What!?" Joey yelled. "God, now *Justin* wants you, too? What the fuck?" He was angry now. "So, you never sent me the letter?" JC shook his head. "Figures! God, I *knew* there had to have been something wrong when *you* loved *me*! Just go! Find Justin or Lance or whoever you love, kiss and make up!"

JC grabbed Joey's arms, which were flapping around in the air, and pinned them to his sides.

"Joey, shut the hell up!" Joey stopped talking, shocked that JC had yelled at him. JC smiled and kissed Joey on the lips sweetly. JC pulled back first, lacing their fingers together. "I *do* love you Joey. Trust me I do. No, I didn't send you a love letter, but I love you. Okay? Come here."

Joey allowed himself to be pulled into a hug, relaxing into JC's embrace. "What about Justin?" he asked meekly.

JC smiled and kissed Joey's neck. "I'll just have to walk up to him and say, 'Listen Juju, I know I'm fine as *hell* and all that, and I know I have *great* hair... but Joey's my man and he doesn't want to share me.' How's that?"

Joey laughed, picking JC up and tossing him on the bed. "That's perfect," he purred, crawling up JC's body and attacking his neck with kisses. JC clawed at Joey's back, soft moans of protest falling from his lips.

"Jooooooeeeeeey," he moaned, "we, God, we have to ... we're going to be late... I, do you even care?"

Joey shook his head, crushing his lips to JC's and grounding their bodies together. Joey pulled back and licked his lips.

"Do *you* care?" he asked innocently.

JC growled and bit down on Joey's shoulder.

"Fuck no."

~*~
Lance and Justin were sitting on the same bed, eating the breakfast they ordered and pretending to watch TV while they secretly watched each other. Chris was sitting between them, oblivious to anything except the episode of "The Rugrats" on the television. He was stuffing his face with scrambled eggs and rambling to himself.

"Haha, like *that's* real! Babies can't fly!" He laughed and took a bite of toast. "Hey!"

Lance and Justin jumped at his outburst, both blushing at almost being
caught. Chris was looking at Justin, a piece of toast half way to his mouth. "Hmm," said Chris, "you're wearing Lance's clothes, Juju. Why?"

Justin's eyes widened and he looked over Chris's head, making nervous eye contact with Lance, who shrugged.

"I, uh, spilled some stuff," he stuttered, "you know, on my shirt."

Chris nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Yeah, I do that *all* the time. You know what's funny?" he asked, whipping his head around to look at Lance, who looked confused and kind of nervous.

"Uh, what?"

"I woke up this morning in Justin's hotel room. Isn't that weird?" he asked, munching on some toast and turning back to the television.

Lance looked at Justin, who looked like he might faint. Lance turned to look around the room, like he suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, where are JC and Joey?" he asked.

As if on cue, the door opened and JC and Joey walked in. Lance noticed that they were purposely not looking at each other. Justin noticed that JC's shirt was wrinkled and not tucked in, which wasn't like him at *all*. Chris noticed nothing. He glanced up and grinned at Joey and JC.

"Hey, it's about time you two decided to join us!" he chirped. "Did you both sleep in or what?"

JC blushed, which Lance and Justin both noticed, and Joey hid a grin.

"Uh, you could say that," he said, still not looking at JC.

Lance was about to change the subject when Justin piped up.

"Hey Jace, aren't those the clothes you wore yesterday?" he asked, confused as to why JC would wear the same clothes again.

JC blushed and glared at Justin. "Yes, thank you, Justin," he said pointedly. "Aren't those *Lance's* clothes you're wearing there?"

Justin blushed and Joey gave him a funny look. Chris looked between his four best friends and shrugged.

"Ooh!" he said, sitting up quickly. "I have to pee!"

He pushed his food aside, humming loudly as he skipped into the bathroom. Once he was inside, he flipped on the fan and the sink and burst into laughter.

"Oh man," he giggled. "That was priceless!"

Deciding he really *did* need to use the bathroom, he turned off the sink but kept the fan on. 'I wonder if *they* know how obvious they're being,' he thought to himself. 'First, I come into Lance's room and Justin's all ready there and wearing his clothes! Then, they pretend to watch TV while they really just watch each other.' He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 'And JC and Joey! My God! JC's clothes are wrinkled and Joey's hair is messed up. Hmm ... what could they have been doing?'

Chris flushed the toilet and peeked his head out of the door. Justin and
Lance were on one bed, JC and Joey were on the other, and everyone had their eyes glued to the screen. Chris rolled his eyes and grinned.

'This ought to be very interesting...'