Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 00:43:14 -0500
From: Writer Boy <writerboy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: jc's hitchhiker - part 15

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2) 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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And now, back to our story in progress.

I put my hands on Justin's shoulders, feeling him jump a little. He looked
down at me, his eyes wide, his face tilted toward mine. Justin was
breathing deeply through his open mouth, his chest rising and falling,
straining against his t-shirt, and I felt the firm power of his shoulders
as I pushed him gently backward. When his knees collided with the dining
room chair in the corner, the same one Justin himself had moved into the
bedroom the other night, he sat down, falling into it as if in a daze. His
eyes were still locked on mine, until I turned, breaking the contact.

Josh was kneeling at the head of the bed, his face still a mask of
bewilderment, but his cock still jutted out, steely hard, from his hips,
uncovered by the pillow that he had forgotten about. In the light spilling
across the bed from the open doorway, I could see that his body was still
responding, even if his mind wasn't yet. I walked toward him, watching my
shadow roll over him, up his tightly flexed thighs, over his twitching,
throbbing cock and full, low-hanging balls, over the granite sculpture of
his abs, and the smooth curves of his chest. My shadow climbed past his
pointed brown nipples, over his arms hanging at his sides in confusion,
looking strong and sinewy even when relaxed, over the ridges of his collar
bones and the strong lines of his neck. By the time it covered his face,
hiding the sparkle of his blue eyes as they followed me in an undulating
line across the room, I was at the foot of the bed, and I immediately began
to crawl up the mattress to Josh.

"Jack?" Josh asked again, softly.

He sucked in his breath as I pressed against him, nuzzling under his neck
as my fingers closed around his cock and began to slowly jerk him off.

"He likes to watch, Josh," I whispered, smearing his leaking precum over
the top of his cock. Josh inhaled sharply, watching Justin, and glancing
over my shoulder I saw that Justin was motionless, watching us. "He watched
us the other night, Josh. At the studio, through the window, and he didn't
say a word."

"Did you?" Josh asked, still staring at Justin. My hand continued working
over Josh's prick, and his hips began to move a little, thrusting back and
forth, his abs crunching.  Aside from that, he hadn't moved since I crawled
onto the bed.

"Yeah," Justin whispered, still motionless in the chair. He had his hands
on the arms, and his legs spread wide. I could see, glancing back, that he
was still hard, his cock pressing against the fabric of the pajama pants.

I continued to lick and suck and bite at Josh's neck, sliding my tongue
over his jawline, nipping and tugging at his ear, as my hand continued to
fondle and caress his throbbing cock. His hips were still moving a little,
and I felt one of his hands sliding over my back to run through my hair.

"Did you like it, Justin?" Josh whispered again.

"Yeah," Justin answered from the chair. His voice was low and breathy,
deeper than usual.

Josh had a strong grip on my head now, using his hand to press me against
him. I kept nibbling and biting at his neck, feeling his pulse. His heart
was racing, and his breathing was picking up. My hand continued massaging
him, squeezing and stroking as his hips began to thrust a little harder
now, and I snaked my other hand up his back to bury my fingers in his hair,
using it to pull his head to the side even as he pressed mine to him.

"How did it make you feel, Justin?" Josh asked quietly. "How did it make
you feel seeing me on my knees, watching me suck Jack?"

There was a pause for a moment. The only sounds in the room were the almost
inaudible rush of the three of us breathing, the occasional slurp or kiss
of my lips on Josh's warm, firm neck, and a slight squeak of the bed.

"Fucking hot," Justin answered softly.

"You heard him, Josh," I said, turning Josh's head toward mine. "Let's give
him a show."

I pressed my lips against Josh's, feeling the slide of silk on silk,
parting them with my tongue. For a moment, the tiniest moment, I felt him
hesitate, and then he was kissing me, hard, grinding his face against mine,
his tongue fighting its way into my mouth. Still holding my hair, he pulled
me back off of his face, and then, sliding his hand around to the center of
my chest, he pressed me backward into the bed. Releasing his cock, feeling
it slide smoothly out of my hand, I threw my arms wide, collapsing backward
onto the bed, and then Josh was on me, his mouth and hands everywhere at
once.

Pushing my arms out, Josh trailed down my chest, swiping his tongue over me
as I writhed beneath him. He attacked one nipple, chewing and pulling and
sucking, and then licked his way across to the other as I grabbed the back
of his head, trying to pull him away from the sudden exquisite pleasure
that was coursing through me. One of his hands was in my crotch, on my
cock, stroking and tugging at it, and tilting my head back a little I saw
Justin still frozen in the chair, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly
open. Josh began to sink lower, and I tore my gaze away from Justin to
watch the slow descent of Josh's head, his hair brushing over my chest as
his tongue dipped into my navel and washed over my abs. I clutched at the
sheets, my fingers twisting them, as I felt his tongue take a long, slow
swipe over my cock, and then he pulled back.

Leaning back on his haunches in a kneel again, every muscle in Josh's body
was taught, standing out in sharp relief as he leaned back, one of his
hands opening the nightstand drawer and reaching in for the lube. His hard,
throbbing cock, the head brownish like his tanned erect nipples, jutted out
above me, twitching as a long drop of clear precum seeped out from the head
and rolled down the shaft. I was watching Josh, watching his chest and cock
heave, as Josh watched Justin, watching us. I reached for Josh's cock, and,
looking down, he pushed my hand away, gently yet firmly, as he dropped back
down onto me again, swallowing my cock in one long, blissfully slow inhale.

I felt my cock sliding wetly through the moist warmth of Josh's mouth, over
the slippery roughness of his tongue, as he dived all the way down on me,
pushing his nose against my stomach, swallowing hard. My back arched into
the bed, lifting off of it for a moment as Josh pulled back, his lips
caressing their way up my hard shaft until just my head was in his mouth,
and he began to swirl his tongue over it, sucking gently at the same
time. I ran my fingers through his hair, groaning his name, as I felt his
fingers, dripping with lube, flutter over my ass.

"Yeah, Josh," I groaned.

Josh hummed around my cock as he swallowed it again, his tongue rolling
over the curve of my shaft as I pushed into his throat, and I felt one of
his fingers work its way inside. I tightened, surprised, but immediately
loosened again as he began to bob quickly on my cock, sucking and
swallowing, spit dripping out the sides of his mouth each time he pulled
back. I continued running my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp,
caressing the sides of his face, as he worked me over with his mouth and
kept his hand busy at my ass. The friction of his fingers pushing their way
inside created a spreading wave of warmth that washed through my body,
radiating outward and rolling over me like hot oil.

Every nerve in my body was on fire as Josh pulled off of me again, my cock
sliding out of his mouth with a wet sucking noise. I looked up to see him
again kneeling above me, nipples taught, abs crunching beautifully, chest
rising and falling as he breathed heavily, staring down at me as his other
hand rolled a condom over his cock. He lubed himself up, never breaking eye
contact, and I found myself falling into the shimmering sapphire of his
eyes as he pulled my legs apart, tilting my hole up toward him.

"Do it, Josh," I whispered. "Fuck me."

Josh dropped onto me again, his chest crushing against mine, my cock
throbbing against his flexing abs as his strong arms pushed my legs open
wide, his hands sliding over my thighs, the fingers digging in almost
painfully. As Josh attacked the side of my neck with his mouth, sucking and
biting, and rolling his tongue over my collarbone, he pushed all the way
into me in one long, deep slide, impaling me on his cock as my hands slid
down his back to his flexing ass, squeezing the granite curves as I pulled
him deeper into me. I threw my head back, my moan of pleasure almost a
yelp, and saw Justin still watching us, the same half-lidded expression of
lust on his face as his hand rubbed over the outline of his cock through
the pajamas.

I rolled my head back again as Josh slid close to me, his lips seeking mine
as his cock pounded into me. I felt Josh's nipples brushing against mine as
his whole body flexed and unflexed, his chest crushing against me as his
tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked greedily at it. My hands roamed up
and down his back, brushing his ribs, feeling the muscles fold and unfold
as I followed the curve of his spine and gripped again at his ass.  Josh
reared up off of me, kneeling again, his hands on my hips as he pounded
into me.  Sweat rolled down his chest, slicking his muscles in the light
from the hall, and he tossed his head back, flicking his hair out of his
eyes, thrusting into me with machine like intensity. His face was a mix of
lust and pleasure as he gazed down at me, our eyes locked as one of my
hands slid up his chest, tweaking his right nipple before sliding up to
caress his corded neck and the smooth lines of his face. My other hand
continued to pull at his ass, urging him into me.

"Yeah, Jack, yeah," he panted at me, his hands digging into my hips as he
pulled me against him in time to his pounding thrusts.

"Do it, Josh," I encouraged, pulling at him with both hands, one still on
the hard flexing muscle of his ass and the other gripping his neck.

The bed squeaked as it rocked back and forth, the blanket wrapped headboard
smacking against the wall. I wasn't sure how much Britney would be able to
hear next door, but I was sure Chris was laying in bed downstairs pointing
his middle fingers at the ceiling and clutching pillows to his ears. He was
probably laughing, too.

Josh abruptly stopped pounding into me, and let go of my hips.

"Josh?" I asked, surprised.

His hands slid up my sweat-slick torso to my shoulders.

"Roll," he whispered, nipping at my neck again.

I turned beneath him, and felt his wet cock slide between my ass cheeks
before pushing inside me again. He pulled me up, so that I was on all fours
as he resumed pounding into me from behind, and I threw myself back against
him in time to his thrusts, feeling his balls smacking against mine each
time our his collided. His strong hands squeezed and pulled at my shoulders
as he knelt behind me, drawing almost all the way out on every stroke
before thrusting all the way back in. He leaned down, nibbling at the back
of my neck, and I turned, capturing his mouth for a quick kiss before he
looked over me to Justin.

Justin was still in the chair across from us, sprawled across it, legs
flung wide. His wide eyes were on Josh and I, and his hand was now inside
his pajamas, working away at his cock. His expression of dazed lust matched
Josh's own, and I could see the firm muscles of his arm flexing as he
stroked himself feverishly, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, his
t-shirt tight against his muscled torso, his nipples pushing out from his
chest.

I'd never had sex while someone watched before. Hell, I'd never had sex
with more than one person in the room before, not even in college when I
had to share a room with my roommate. Somehow, though, watching Justin
watch us while he jerked himself off was an incredible turn on for me. I
was guessing that it was for Josh, too, based on his intensity. He
continued pounding into me, his abs flexing against my back, his skin
sliding over mine, his nipples digging into my shoulder blades as his mouth
worried back and forth over my neck and shoulders. I felt his hands slide
up my chest as he brought his arms through mine, gripping the front of my
shoulders now as he began to thrust into me in quick jabs that matched the
yelping intakes of his reedy breath.

"Jack, Jack, Jack," he panted, pounding into me.

With a final yelping groan I felt his hips spasm against me as he thrust in
deeply again, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he collapsed against
my back.  Feeling him jerk into me, I slowly slid down into the bed, Josh
crushing me into the mattress as he panted my name, kissing the side of my
face.

Even as we sank down, Josh spent and twitching atop me, Justin seemed to
come to a decision, and stood from the chair with dreamy slowness. He
grabbed the bottom of his gray shirt with both hands, and tugged it over
his head in one long flex of his body, arms bulging. The ladder of his abs
slid into view with every inch the rising cloth revealed, and then the
smooth plates of his chest, capped by his bulging pink nipples, larger and
rounder than Josh's, the tips jutting out, round and thick as peas. Justin
tugged the shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and dropped his gaze to
mine, our eyes locking. My hard cock ground into the bed as I watched
Justin's hands drop to his waist and tug the pajama pants and his briefs
down in languidly slow motion.

His cock sprang out, full and heavy, arcing upward from a nest of honey
curls. I'd seen it the other day, but not like this, not hard and ready,
the deep pink head slick. It bobbed slightly as Justin walked toward us,
looking down at me. Josh slid off of my back, laying next to me as Justin
approached the bed, his golden hair shining and backlit from the hallway,
his muscled form a study in male lust, his face lined with need.  The two
of us looked up at Justin, following the ridges and curves of his body as
he looked down at us past the jutting spike of his hard cock, standing at
attention above us.

"Please," Justin whispered, his voice deep and cracking hoarsely.

His cock throbbed in front of me, a pearly drop of precum seeping out from
his slit, and I leaned forward, my tongue stretching out to catch it. As if
my movement broke a spell, Josh suddenly leaned forward as well, and both
our mouths attacked Justin's hard tool as he brought his hands to the back
of our heads, groaning loudly. My mouth folded over his head, my tongue
washing over him and savoring the flavor, saltier than Josh's, as Josh
swiped his tongue eagerly down Justin's cock.

Justin let loose a series of high pitched sighs and moans above us as Josh
and I fought wetly over his cock. The two of us moved with a kind of dreamy
precision over Justin, our heads turning to avoid colliding with each
other, our noses brushing as we moved in opposite directions over the
silken flesh of Justin's cock. I released his head, painting down the
underside of his prick even as Josh rolled his lips over the top, replacing
my own. Justin's fingers clutched at my hair as I licked and sucked at his
balls, while Josh swallowed him above me. I curled one arm around Justin's
firm, strong thigh, and caressed Josh's back with my other even as I felt
one of Josh's hands joining Justin's in my hair, pulling me toward him.

Our mouths met with the head of Justin's cock between them, our tongues
crawling over it and each other. Justin was sighing above us, his head
thrown back, eyes closed, as Josh and I both washed over him at
once. Justin's legs began to shake, and moving again as one Josh and I slid
off of him and pulled him onto the bed. Pressing Justin back against the
pillows, he groaned helplessly as our mouths crawled all over him.

Josh pushed one of Justin's arms up and began to suck noisily at his armpit
even as I slid down and fastened onto one of his nipples, my lips making a
tight circle around it as I rolled the tip with my tongue. I nipped lightly
at it, tugging with my teeth, and Justin groaned, his back arching, even as
Josh slid onto the other nipple, twirling his tongue over it and then
blowing on it softly before fastening his mouth over it.  Justin's hands
were still twined through both our hair, and I found myself fascinated with
the way his skin could feel so similar, but so different, from Josh's as I
licked my way across the curving expanse of his chest. My mouth slid over
his adam's apple, and my tongue traced the cords of his neck as I licked
and kissed my way up the underside of his chin, even as Josh moved down,
painting a wide track across Justin's abs as he worked his way inexorably
toward Justin's dripping, throbbing cock. I licked and sucked my way up the
side of Justin's face, nibbling on his earlobe as Josh's stretched lips
slid back down over his cock like a glove.

"Is this what you wanted, Justin?" I whispered into his ear, my lips
brushing against his cheek. I looked down to see Josh swallowing him, again
and again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," Justin groaned, his hand tugging at my head, his other still
gripping Josh's hair tightly.

Justin writhed beneath us on the mattress, his muscles quivering and
straining as our sweaty bodies pressed against him. The sheets were in
complete disarray beneath us, twisted and pulled from the mattress. Justin
was a little more muscular than Josh, at least in his upper body, and I
could feel the differences in strength as he shifted beneath me, pulling my
head toward his with one strong arm. My lips met Justin's as Josh continued
sucking his pole. Justin, unlike Josh, wasn't a tongue kisser, but I felt
the firm pressure of his lips on mine as I pushed my tongue inside, tasting
and brushing against his.

"Yes," Justin groaned again, his hips thrusting up from the bed as I began
to work my way down again.

In one long, slow curve, my tongue slid down Justin's jaw, over the cords
of his neck again, through the hollow of his throat, and across his nipple,
even as Josh washed a slow path back up, from Justin's cock to his
crunching abs, and then up the broad curve of his heaving chest. We leaned
across Justin for just a moment, our lips brushing each other, tongues
dueling in our linked mouths, before I dipped lower and Josh fastened onto
Justin's nipple again.

I licked and sucked my way down Justin's abs, my tongue sliding over the
faint amber trail of hair below his navel before it collided with the
weeping head of his cock. Justin wasn't as long as Josh, but seemed a
fraction wider, giving my tongue more room to play as I slurped my way down
to his balls again, hanging low in his crinkly sack. Justin's tanned,
supple skin seemed warm, the way skin will after a sunburn, and I relished
the feel of it as I ran my hands over his strong, flexing legs. I pulled
one ball into my mouth, sucking lightly, before releasing it and doing the
same to the other, and Justin thrust his hips toward my face as I began to
lick my way up his cock again, in short, catlike strokes.  Above me, Josh
was drifting back and forth over Justin's chest, working at one nipple, and
then the other, pulling and sucking at them as Justin continued to sigh and
moan beneath our combined assault.

Justin began to thrust into my mouth with more urgency as he began to groan
and grunt loudly above me. Unlike Josh, whose breathing turned to little
yelps and squeaks, Justin's began to get deeper, more bass, as he twisted
and jerked on the bed. Josh slid up his chest, taking Justin's face in his
hand and pulling him toward him as he jammed his tongue deeply into
Justin's mouth, moaning against him. I snaked a hand up Justin's thighs as
I sucked faster and stronger on his pole, bobbing my head as my fingers
crept toward his ass. Brushing one, feather light, over his hole, I felt
Justin's whole body tense, all of the muscles standing rigidly against each
other, as he grunted loudly.

I pulled off of his cock just before the first jet of sperm shot out onto
his chest, glistening amid the heaving, sweaty muscle, and Justin grunted,
his hips jerking again and again as he painted rope after rope of cum over
his chest and abs. I licked my way over his cock, feeling it jerk beneath
me as he tried to push my head away, groaning in pleasure as Josh slid
down, licking the cum off his chest. Josh and I crawled over his torso,
licking and cleaning, before I slid off of Justin, spooning myself back
against Josh as Justin lay on his back, panting. Josh kissed the back of my
neck softly, over and over.

Justin rolled toward me, his blue eyes open, and stared at us both before
looking down at my crotch.

"You haven't cum, yet," he whispered, his voice low.

"Why don't you help him out?" Josh suggested breathily, over my
shoulder. He was smiling encouragingly at Justin, and then went back to
licking the nape of my neck.

Justin reached out slowly, his hand trembling, and brushed the backs of his
fingers over my chest. I stared into his dark blue eyes, darker than
Josh's, and saw the uncertainty there, mixed with lust, as he flattened his
hand against my chest. Josh continued kissing my neck and shoulders, and I
felt him moving around behind me, and heard a condom tearing open.

"Don't do anything you don't want to, Justin," I said softly.

He blinked, and looked at me again.

"But I do want to, Jack," he sighed. "I've just never."

"You're doing fine," I whispered encouragingly as he moved his hand
cautiously across my chest, feeling one of my hard nipples.

Justin's hand slid down my chest and over my abs, both of us watching it,
his eyes wide as if his hand had a mind of its own. Both of us inhaled
sharply as his fingers finally hit my cock, wrapping around it. He
squeezed, gently, watching my face.

"God, that's hot," Josh panted from behind me, watching over my shoulder.

Slowly, tentatively, Justin began to work his fingers up and down my cock.
He stopped to feel, or squeeze, tracing his fingertips over the crown,
around the ridge, over every bump and vein in my shaft. As his fingers
drifted down, tugging lightly on my balls, rolling them in his hand,
kneading them softly, I felt Josh lift my leg, and then begin sliding into
me again.

"Oh, yeah, Josh," I sighed, pushing back against him, clenching my ass
around him.

Josh began to slowly thrust in and out of me, his arm laced through mine,
hand on my shoulder, as Justin resumed his tentative fondling of my cock,
his hand growing a little more bolder as he grew more sure of himself,
watching my face continuously for signs that I was enjoying it. Josh began
to kiss the back of my neck again, panting my name, as Justin stroked
harder, watching me watching him.

As Josh continued to push into me, increasing his speed, Justin sped up as
well, matching Josh's thrusts. My cock was leaking like a faucet as I
shuddered between the two of them.

"Is this good?" Justin asked softly. His face was a mask of innocent
hopefulness. "I'm doing ok?"

"Yes, Justin, yes," I panted, pushing back against Josh again as I felt him
sliding and brushing against me.

Josh leaned over my shoulder again, tugging at my ear with his teeth,
staring at Justin.

"You know what's even better, Justin?" Josh asked softly. Justin stared at
him, his mouth hanging open. "Suck him, Justin. Suck his cock."

Justin looked from Josh's face to mine, and back again, before glancing
down at my cock, sliding through his half open fist. He looked at us again,
his pink tongue flicking out over his bottom lip, and then he began to
slide down the bed toward my cock. Josh, watching over my shoulder, began
to thrust faster, and even harder, as Justin leaned forward, his tongue out
as he flicked it tentatively, barely touching the head of my cock with
it. My hips jerked involuntarily toward him, my cockhead smearing across
his lips before his tongue flicked out again.

"Oh, God," I sighed.

"That's so fucking hot," Josh panted in my ear. "Suck him, Justin."

Justin began to lap at my cock like a kitten with a bowl of milk. In the
same way that his hand had slowly explored me, Justin gently traced his
tongue over me, touching all the same places as I sighed above him. I
dropped a hand down to caress the curved stubbled shape of Justin's skull
as he looked up at me, again checking my face for signs of
approval. Leaning forward, he carefully rolled his lips over the head of my
cock, finally closing his eyes as I moaned with pleasure. Behind me, Josh
continued hammering away, sliding easily in and out of my already well-used
ass as he watched Justin over my shoulder. Justin began to slowly bob up
and down on my cock, sucking gently.

"Oh, yeah, Justin," I sighed encouragingly when he began to use his tongue
more.

Justin began to suck faster, washing his tongue over my cock, trying to
match the speed of Josh's thrusts. I jerked back and forth between them as
the three of us fell into a rhythm. Reaching down, I caressed the side of
Justin's face and neck, gently, as he nuzzled against my hand, my cock
never leaving his mouth. With wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure and
lust rolling through my body, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much
longer, and I warned Justin.

"Justin, I'm almost there," I panted.

He pulled off of my cock and slid up the bed again, replacing his mouth
with his hand, and began jerking me again, hard and fast, even as Josh
pounded against me.  I was moaning and sighing both of their names, and
then suddenly I was over the edge, my hips jerking as I shot my load all
over Justin's hand and the bed. Josh leaned over, grabbing Justin's hand,
and brought it to his mouth, licking my cum off and sucking Justin's
fingers in as he groaned and spilled his second load into my ass.

The three of us sank, panting, into the bed.

"That was amazing," I panted, completely spent, into my pillow.

I felt like I'd done about five workouts in a row, or jogged a couple
marathons.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, cleaning himself off and then tossing the tissues
aside. One of us would have to clean them up in the morning.

The three of us fell asleep like that, me spooned against Josh, Justin on
his back, panting, with my arm flung casually across his firm, sweaty
chest. I woke up sometime in the night, briefly, and realized we were all
snuggled in closer, arms everywhere, legs tangled, and then fell back
asleep.

I was the first one awake in the morning. Sunlight was creeping softly
around the shades, spilling across the three bodies on the bed. The sheets
were twisted everywhere, and I was still between Josh and Justin, although
we'd spread apart a little. Josh was sleeping face down, his bare ass in
the air, and Justin was pointed toward me on his side. I let my eyes wander
over the curves of both their bodies, noting the scratches and bite marks
that I was sure I also had. Justin's cock lay across his hip, full, but not
hard, and his face was completely smooth as he drooled into his pillow.

I slid out from between them and fished my boxers out of the tangled piles
of clothing strewn across the floor before padding silently into the
bathroom to quickly pee and brush my teeth. Not wanting to wake either of
them, I partially closed the bedroom door, and went in to quietly argue the
coffeemaker into working before I settled onto the couch with my book.

Justin was up next, repeating my earlier actions. He glanced at me when he
came out of the bathroom, on his way to the other bedroom.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he answered quickly.

Justin closed the door of the second bedroom, and emerged a few minutes
later dressed casually and even kind of sloppily in a t-shirt and track
pants. He stepped into his sneakers without talking to me, and ducked back
into mine and Josh's room to scoop up his clothes from last night. I
watched from the couch, wondering if I should say something or if I should
wait for him.

"Good morning," Josh said sleepily from the bed.

"Oh, hi, good morning," Justin stammered quietly.

"Where you going?" Josh asked, climbing out of bed and stepping into his
boxer briefs.

"I need some air," Justin said, tossing his clothes into the second bedroom
as Josh followed him I stood.

"Justin, are you ok?" I asked carefully.

He glanced at me, his face twisted yet oddly unreadable at the same time.

"No," he answered, and then shook his head. "Yes. I mean, I just need to go
think. I'm going to the gym."

He walked quickly out the door as I called his name again, but he didn't
look back.  Behind me, Josh sighed, and I turned to see him staring after
Justin.

"I'm gonna get in the shower," Josh said quickly, walking toward the
bathroom.

"Want some company?" I asked.

Josh didn't answer as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

***

There. That chapter ought to make up for the lack of sex in all of the
previous ones.