| Mind Your Language Author�s note: Heh. Dirty minds can make this seem more than it actually sounds. Also, I was writing something� different, I guess. And it�s kinda like in someone�s point of view. I�m not very used to this, so if I screw up, sorry. You�re with Justin and Joey in the hotel room JC and Lance are sharing. You came in to borrow a CD and you�re just about to walk away when you hear a muffled sound from the toilet. You stop dead in your tracks and listen to their conversation. �Dammit, Lance! It�s so tight!� you hear JC moan. �I can�t,� there is a sound halfway between a groan and a sort of exasperated rumble coming from Lance�s throat, �Stick it,� another frustrated grunt. �IN!� You turn to Justin and Joey and see that their eyes are wide. Justin even looks a little green, like he�s going to throw up any minute. You�re sure their shocked expressions mirror your own. You hear another cry from JC, and you know it�s out of pleasure. It send shivers down your spine to think of two of your brother playing around like that. �Lance, wait� c- oh GOD!� You cringe, but JC�s next words are muffled and you�re secretly relieved you don�t have to keep hearing too much of JC�s annoying whining. �I can�t wait anymore!� This time the impatience in Lance�s tone shows clearly. �Seeing you like this drives me INSANE! I�ve just GOT to do this! NOW!� You think you might be sick. Then, the sound of the zipper coming undone penetrates the quiet room. �Oh god� Lance� need this� NOW! Hurry!� You hear Lance chuckle as another zipper is opened. �What a baby,� he�s saying, his bass tone slightly lower than usual. �Be patient, Josh.� You think your eyes are probably bulging out of their sockets, maybe they�ve even popped out already. �Hey Lance! No fair!� You can practically see the pout on JC�s face as he speaks. �Yours is bigger than mine! Give it here!� Justin has turned a pale shade of green and he raises his hands to his mouth. �TMI, people,� he mutters, as Joey knocks him over the head and continues to listen with a growing interest. You shake your head at him � horny Joey. You can�t help feeling a little intrigued yourself. �Jesus, Josh! All right! You cum-� there�s a muffled sound, �First!� A soft whimper is heard and then JC�s low, somewhat disheartened voice, saying, �Lord, all right! All right! I�m cumming!� Justin�s eyes are so wide they look like they�re about to fall out of their sockets. Joey looks vaguely stunned, but his cheeks are beginning to regain some colour and he has a weak grin on his face. Just then a shriek is heard and you instinctively cover your ears with both your hands, only to have them pried away by Joey moments later, as your Italian brother grows more and more interested in this �private� moment between JC and Lance. �Lance!� The word is almost barked out, and you can hear JC panting continually. �Need� you�� his words are stifled by a loud howl from Lance, followed by another low groan. �Shit, Josh! Hang on! Pass the bottle so I can apply it, then it won�t hurt so bad. It�ll even feel a lot smoother.� You suck in your breath sharply and you hear two deep intakes of breath beside you. You hardly glance at them as JC and Lance continue talking. �Oh GOD, yes! Right THERE!� It�s JC screeching now and you swallow, hard. �Wait, wait, a little deeper� YES!� �Yeah baby,� Lance�s voice was an octave lower than usual. �You look hot.� JC purred contentedly and Joey�s grin grew even wider. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he thought of a thousand and one ways to bribe JC and Lance. He would NEVER let them forget this. �I�m one sexy bitch!� Justin�s eyebrows raised at JC�s triumphant statement before he shook his head and collapsed into a chair. You think he�s possibly bitten off more than he could chew. �You know it,� Lance sighed. �Hey, should I take it out yet?� �No! NO!� JC is yelling again. �I need it right THERE!� You see Justin�s lips curl in slight nausea and you can feel bile rising at the back of your throat. Joey seems to be the only one who�s actually enjoying any of this. �Sweet lord, stop FIDGETING! ALL RIGHT! I�ll leave it in!� You turn your head slightly when you hear Justin�s weak whisper, �God, do you even wanna know?� Joey just shakes his head in utter disbelief at JC�s assertiveness. �Damn.� You, on the other hand, are rendered speechless. �Good, it�s hard.� You hear JC say. �Great,� Lance let out another contented sigh. You can practically picture the scene in your head and you grimace � not a good mental image. Not one you needed, either. �Now I should take it out.� A few seconds later, the two of them emerge from the toilet, looking totally flushed and happy. �Thanks Lance,� JC says as they smile at you. �I owe you one.� �Big time, Chasez,� Lance shakes his head and you want to throttle them for acting like everything�s okay. �Uh� guys?� Justin squeaks. You all turn to him expectantly as he sits there fiddling with the hem of his shirt and looking extremely uncomfortable, �What were you doing in the toilet?� You just stare at them in utter disbelief as they exchange guilty looks. �YEAH!� Joey interjects suddenly. �Dude, that was� damn, that was HOT!� Like you said, horny Joey. Lance gives JC a puzzled look, before muttering, �Whatever you say, Joe.� JC raises his eyebrows and nudges Lance, who suddenly has a goofy smile on his face, in the side. He looks almost worried. �You SAID you wouldn�t tell! You PROMISED!� you hear him hiss. �I know,� you hear Lance rumble. So he gives you all a bright smile and shakes his head mysteriously, avoiding the topic. �I have FreeLance stuff to do. Catch y�all later!� �I, uh, have some songs to write,� JC mutters, before hurrying out of the room after Lance. You don�t quite catch his last statement. �Who knew it was possible to get so worked up over a hair-curling session?� End. |