The interview with AOL music had started out just fine, but had quickly degenerated into giggles and blushes.

JC remembered how hot it had been under the fluorescent lights in the hotel conference room. He had been restless all morning. It wasn�t that he didn�t like interviews; it was just that he had other ideas for that day.

Sleeping being at the top of his list.

So, as he sat on that old couch with one of its springs broken, contemplating the bed in his hotel room, Chris had decided to start his campaign. He had to have used props, JC thought glumly to himself. Damn plant! Why did it have to be situated between himself and Chris? Was his luck that bad?

It had started innocently enough, with Chris toying with one or two of the fronds on the plant. But then, as Chris�s boredom escalated, it became quite clear to JC that he was to be Chris�s new toy during this interview. Chris would tickle JC on the neck with one of the plant fronds. JC would try his damndest not to laugh. A choked giggle would usually erupt though. Then, the other guys would glare, smile or look in bemusement at him. It would be okay for about twenty to thirty seconds and then Chris would start in on it again. Next came the Crocodile Hunter, followed by Chris�s fervent tries at whispered conversation in the middle of the interview. There was nothing JC could do to stop him. As soon as the interview had ended, he had pulled Chris aside.

�Chris, was that really necessary in there? I mean, could you have been more annoying? Why was I the lucky one this time?�

JC noticed as he finished that Chris�s eyes darkened for a second or two, as if in pain, but then he was back to his normal self.

�I don�t know C. Maybe I just wanted to hear your famous �goose on helium� laugh. Besides you were convenient. Don�t worry about it too much.�

Chris had then shrugged and went back towards the elevators, leaving JC fuming in the middle of the hallway.

And he was still fuming, now two hours later, in his hotel room.

�Goose on helium,� JC grumbled.

�Convenient,� he growled.

How dare Chris say those things? He knew that he had a distinctive laugh, but in no way did it sound like a goose. The convenience aspect bugged him because it appeared to him that Chris just teased him because he was the closest to him. Not because of who he was.

That particular fact bothered him the most.

Chris had been acting strange the past couple of months, and his weird behavior had just escalated when the tour started. He would call JC in the middle of the night just to tell him that the biography of the Impressionists was on A&E again and that he should watch it. He had bought him a swatch watch, �just because�.

Chris was constantly touching JC now too. They had always been �touchy-feely� in the group, but Chris had been taking it to an extreme lately. Brushing by JC, making the point to graze along his arm. Touching his hand when they stood by each other on stage. Giving him extra hugs and then letting his arms linger a second or two longer than usual.

Chris had also been purposefully picking on JC more than the other guys. There had been a full barrage of tickling, tackling, and jokes aimed his way for months now. JC didn�t get it. At first he had thought it was sort of funny. But now, it was getting annoying. He felt distracted, never really sure what Chris was going to do next.

So, that�s why JC was slightly confused by his anger over Chris�s apparent indifference today.

JC started pacing in his bedroom. It didn�t make any sense. Chris was just Chris. Why was he thinking about him so much? Then JC started thinking about the way Chris�s eyes had lit with pain, if only for a second earlier. JC had felt his heart jolt when that happened. He didn�t want anything but happiness to show in those dark eyes.

JC stopped pacing.

�Oh, this can�t be good,� he said out loud.

He thought about Chris�s hands and the way his skin tingled after Chris would touch him. Or how Chris was the only one to truly pull him out of his self-contained world. He thought of how Chris�s smile always made him smile, no matter how he was feeling at the time.

JC could picture Chris in his mind so clearly now. And he was slowly becoming aroused as a result. JC decided he needed to go find Chris and get this thing settled once and for all. He stormed to the door, grabbing his room key on the way. Once in the hallway, JC paused and chewed his lip nervously.

What was he going to say to Chris when he found him? And if he did indeed have feelings for Chris, what was this going to mean for their friendship? What if he didn�t feel the same way?

JC panicked and would have gone back to his room, if Chris hadn�t decided to come out of his room at that particular moment.

�What the hell are you doing hanging out in the hall, C? Lost or something?�, Chris joked.

He grinned then and JC had to restrain himself from reaching out and touching Chris. He had to tell Chris how he felt. Chris might laugh in his face, or god forbid, get so angry that he wouldn�t ever talk to JC again, but he couldn�t go on like this. He had to take a chance. Swallowing the lump in his throat, and ignoring the butterfly wings in his stomach, he answered, �Actually Chris, I kinda need to talk to you about something. Can we talk in your room? It�s important.�

Chris looked surprised for a second, but said, �Sure. Let�s go,� and headed back into his room. JC followed and closed the door behind him. Chris was lounging back on the couch in the front room of his suite. He had his feet propped up on the table in front of him. A can of Mountain Dew and an opened bag of chips lay on the table. Clothes, CDs, shoes and magazines were strewn across the room. Placing his hands behind his head, Chris asked, �K, JC? What�s up?�

JC was going to be sick. He couldn�t do this. He didn�t know what he had been thinking.

�Um, not much. I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I was just tired, that�s all.�

Chris looked at JC with an unreadable expression on his face.

�Okay, C, whatever. I figured as much. I guess I shouldn�t have bugged you during the interview. Sorry about that.� Chris finally replied.

JC just nodded and stood there, shuffling his feet, unsure of what to say next.

Chris picked up his Mountain Dew, took a sip and finally asked, �Was there anything else, JC? Cuz I kinda wanted to sleep before sound check.�

JC looked up at Chris and said the first thing that popped into his head.

�Why did you bug me during the interview?�

Chris looked momentarily surprised, since he seemed to have closed the door on that subject. But he quickly regrouped and answered, �Boredom, C. It was just boredom. Like I said before, you were there. Sorry if it bothers you so much.�

He got up off the couch and headed for the bedroom. JC took that as a pretty good hint to leave the room. Calling out his goodbye in the direction of Chris�s back, JC headed into the hallway. He was back in his room before he remembered why he had gone to see Chris in the first place.

�Dammit,� he whispered.

He decided that maybe he should get some rest before their sound check too. Maybe after some sleep, these feelings he thought he had would go away. Stripping off his shirt and jeans, and heading for his bed, JC tried to ignore the fact that he could still smell Chris on his clothing.

*-------

An hour and a half later, JC woke up, groggy and a little irritated. He lay in his bed for a couple of minutes, staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing, flitting back and forth between thoughts of Chris and his own feelings in regards to Chris. JC knew what he had to do. He was just dreading it even more now. Forcing himself to get out of bed, JC threw on an old red Coca-Cola shirt and a pair of jeans. Slipping into a pair of Birkenstocks, he once again headed for Chris�s room.

Stopping outside his door, JC grew nervous again.

�Stop it JC. Just knock on the door.�, he said to himself.

So he did.

No one answered the door. So, he knocked again, this time a little bit louder. Again, no response. Even though JC figured Chris was probably still asleep, he was determined. He headed downstairs to get another key for �his� room. Once he was back on their floor, he opened up Chris�s door. That�s when he heard the music coming from the bedroom. JC walked very slowly over to the bedroom door. The door was ajar, so JC could see into the room without giving away his presence. That�s when he saw him.

Chris was dancing, hips thrusting from side to side and arms seeming to flail about on their own. He had on gray sweatpants and a plain blue t-shirt. He only had on one sock and it was currently slipping off, due to Chris�s movements. Chris�s eyes were closed and it looked as if he was completely attuned to the music.

JC had seen Chris dance before.

He had seen him fool around with their choreography and make up his own steps.

Of course, he had seen Chris in concert, rehearsals, and in clubs.

So, this shouldn�t have been anything new for JC.

But it was.

JC could feel the energy emanating off of Chris�s body. He could see the sweat on his neck and he wondered what it tasted like. He wondered if the patch of skin showing above the top of his pants was as warm as it appeared. JC wondered if Chris�s lips would taste as sweet as they looked. Becoming flushed and slightly aroused by watching Chris and his subsequent thoughts, JC wondered what to do. Should he interrupt Chris, in an obviously private moment? Or should he go back to his room to jack off, in a pathetic attempt to rid his system of thoughts of Chris?

Before he could decide, the final strains to �Karma Chameleon� ended and Chris stopped dancing. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off and headed for the door. JC couldn�t move fast enough and so Chris ran right into him.

Chris, not expecting anyone to be in his way, fell on top of JC, due to the momentum. Landing with a thud on the floor, the two guys were momentarily winded. But then, Chris pushed himself up off of JC and stared into his face.

�What the fuck are you doing here, C? You scared the hell out of me.�

JC knew he should say that he needed to talk about some dance steps or ask for some socks or something banal like that. But all he could focus on was Chris�s warmth seeping into his body, and the smell of his cologne and sweat mingled together. He wanted to lick the drop of sweat from the corner of Chris�s mouth.

And before he knew what he was doing, he did just that.

�God, he tastes sweet,� JC thought to himself.

Then he noticed the look of shock on Chris�s face.

�Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit�� JC thought.

Scrambling for an excuse and trying desperately to get out from under Chris, JC started babbling.

�Just came over for, um, socks or something. Though your feet are smaller than mine, so that was probably a stupid idea. Sorry. I�ll just be going now.�

As he tried to push Chris off of him, Chris kept him pinned down.

�Where do you think you�re going?� Chris semi-growled, while giving JC one of the hottest looks he had ever received.

Chris leaned down and softly touched his lips to JC�s.

JC melted.

Suddenly, lips and hands were everywhere. JC felt like one big ball of fire.

Chris started to suck on his neck, while JC was trying to get Chris�s shirt off. Chuckling, Chris stopped his attack on JC and stripped off the shirt.

JC started kissing and licking his way down Chris�s chest. Chris was moaning softly at this point and continuing his quest to rid JC of his pants. Since JC felt like he was going to explode at any second, he willingly obliged.

Before he could resume sucking on Chris�s nipple, Chris decided to do a little exploring of his own.

Pushing the end of JC�s shirt up, he planted small languorous kisses up and down his chest. He sucked on one, then both of JC�s nipples to the point where JC was writhing on the floor.

JC briefly thought it was a little amusing that here they were, he with only his shirt and boxers on and Chris with only his sweatpants on. But soon all thought function ceased in his brain as Chris kissed his way lower on his body.

JC was fisting his hands in the carpet. He was going to come very soon now. He could feel it. Suddenly Chris stopped. JC gasped, it sounding like a cross between a moan and a whine. Chris looked up and tentatively smiled.

�Do you really want this C? Because if not, I�ll stop. But if we go any further, I won�t be able to stop. I�ve wanted you for too long as it is.�

JC marveled at the hope, fear and desire he saw in Chris�s eyes. Grabbing Chris�s head, he brought him down for another long, hot kiss.

�I want this too. Please, Chris, please��

Chris smiled then and his whole face lit up.

�Okay then. You don�t have to tell me twice.�

Chris resumed his journey of kisses, bites, and licks. JC hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and started to push them off.

Chris helped with this and soon JC was only wearing a shirt. Throbbing and about to lose control, JC grabbed onto Chris�s arm.

Chris just grinned and proceeded to take JC into his mouth.

JC lurched off the carpet, overwhelmed by the warmth of Chris�s lips.

Sucking ever slowly, Chris prolonged JC�s agony. Sweat was pouring out of his pores and he was biting his lip so hard, he could taste blood.

Chris began lightly scraping his fingernails along JC's balls while he continued to suck and lick JC�s dick. JC gripped Chris�s arm so tightly that it left red streaks and he ground his feet into the carpet, as his hips started to move.

Chris started to suck JC�s dick even faster, the suction of those lips causing JC to moan out loud.

JC couldn�t take it much more and finally came into Chris�s mouth.

His hips lifted off the carpet and slammed back down so hard, he knew he would have rug burn later. Chris finished swallowing and worked his way back up JC�s body.

�So, do you want to finish this in bed or what? The floor�s great and all, but it�s hell on my knees.�

JC, completely sated and dazed, just nodded at Chris�s comment. Chris got up off the floor and stuck out a hand to help JC up. JC felt a little self-conscious, what with being half-naked and all. Even though Chris had just given him the best blowjob of his life, he was still a little embarrassed.

Chris seemed to realize this, walked over, and kissed JC on the mouth. Then, he proceeded to shuck off his sweatpants and help JC with his shirt.

�There. Now we�re both naked. Nothing to be embarrassed about.�

JC sighed and just said, �You know I love you, right?�

Chris smiled and replied, �Yeah, I know baby, I know.�

Then, he took JC by the hand and headed for the bedroom, where they proceeded to while away the time for the next hour or so.

*-------

They showed up late to sound check, with their clothes all rumpled and giggling amongst themselves.

Joey asked, �What�s up with them?�

Lance looked over at the pair and said, �I don�t know. But they kinda look like they just got laid or something.�

Joey just laughed, but took a closer look at the pair after that.

And when JC changed into his clothes for the show later on, Joey couldn�t help but notice that it looked like he had rug burn on his back.