Date: Fri, 06 Sep 2002 17:52:17 -0700 From: Scott Lockhart Subject: my girlfriend made me do it--part 16 ya da ta da ta da! and i have finally finished the long awaited chapter 16! well, ok, granted the only one really waiting for it was me, but anyway. i hope that everyone still remembers little old me, and that they email, becuase a little encouragement once in a while goes a long way to inspiring someone to write, and posting sooner. hope alls well that ends well, and all that crap. toodles, scott lockhart I will give all my warnings this time around. Usually I only give the ones that apply, but I included everything in this chapter, so cue the warning about being underage, the warning about sexual situations between consenting adults, the warning about how this is totally made up, and no aspect of the personalities of the group N'sync, or any coincidental employee of Jive records with the same name as the ones I have made up are in any way meant to reflect that they are accurate portrayals. N'sync is owned and operated by Jive Records, not RCA like I think I mentioned a while back in the dark ages when I started writing, and all rights reserved, etc. etc. If you have forgotten who I am, why I wrote this story, what this story is about and what is going on, because I take so god damn long to write and post anything, I will not tell you to reread 15 chapters. I will give a brief summary, but I really hope you don't try and start reading from this chapter. It won't make any sense. That said here's what happened: Austin Reiter is my main character. He's 19, a college sophomore, a second-string right fielder with a thing for Josh, a singer from some group called N'sync. ;) Austin's ex girlfriend made him attend a "meet the band" experience, and after meeting Josh, Austin decided to ditch his bitchy ex and start rooting for the home team. Josh invited him to spend Spring Break with him in LA, the only free time Austin had, forgetting that he was supposed to be preparing for a major concert known as MTV Spring Break in Cancun on Saturday, March 20, 2002. (Yes I know it's September 2002 right now; shut up.) Austin flies in, and problems come up between him and the band, especially between him and closeted Justin, Josh's best friend. There's also homophobe Chris, quiet businessman Lance, and overemotional, but lovable freak, Joey. You also got Lisa, a receptionist at the record label Josh is contracted to, who shows an interest in Austin, but he realizes that he is too much in love with Josh to pursue it. Austin later finds out Lisa is dating Cornell, a rapper who will co-perform with N'sync at the same concert, and that she will be also be going with them to Cancun, which Austin recently agreed to go to with Josh, not realizing how much pressure that will put on him, Josh, and everybody else. Last night, Josh, tired of the rest of the group's laziness, took out his frustration on Austin. Coming up, for those of you that absolutely HAVE to beg me to know what's going on after this chapter, since you have no idea when I will post: Justin is up to something. Lisa is going to try and start something. That's all you're getting. Feel free to guess what Justin is up to, and what Lisa will do. I was too tired to think about what had happened. I wasn't mad at Josh, but I wondered if he was mad at me. I just wanted to get to sleep. This whole music business thing was driving me crazy. Who thought that there would be so much drama on MTV? But I was barely able to pull off my shirt when I heard a small, unsure knock at door. Sighing inwardly, I opened it, annoyed that Josh couldn't take a hint. He didn't wait for me to say anything, just stood there and said as fast as he could, "You're right, I'm sorry, I've been so selfish, can you ever forgive me?" I considered him for a minute. I was unused to this. When a guy and a girl fight, the girl is always right, no matter who it is. I was shocked that josh acted so differently. I guess I should have known, since Josh is obviously not a girl, but still... But instead of staying mad, I just decided to give in. Josh was too nice to get mad at. "What took you so long?" I teased. "I was too busy kicking myself," he answered. I opened the door wider and I hugged Josh, pressing him into me. "We need to talk, Josh," I said, stroking his hair, getting my hand tangled in it. "I know," he answered, not letting me go. "You need to stop being so protective, ok? I'm a big guy, I can handle myself." "Well I promise that I'm going to try and be less of a protective parent, ok. It's just..." he hesitated. "Just what, Josh?" I said, cradling his head against my shoulder. "It's not so much that I'm worried for your safety Austin..." Josh said slowly. "What?" I pulled out of the hug to look him in the face. "It's just that I'm so worried you're going to leave me," he said, tears falling silently down his cheek. "What? Josh I would never leave you. Ever!" I cried, grabbing him again, holding the back of his head to me, trying my best to comfort him. He started to sob. "Josh, how could you think that? That's why you've been so bossy, and frantic, and everything? Oh Josh, no I love you more than anything, I would never ever ever leave you. Never!" I whispered into his ear. Josh continued to sob, not really listening. I rubbed his back. "Austin, I've never met anyone as sweet and as forgiving as you. And I'm so afraid that you're almost too good to be true, that you're going to get sick of all this rehearsal stuff and the hours, and the long days and nights by yourself that you...you'll..."Josh mumbled into my shoulder. "Well that's just it josh. We'll just have to do the best we can, because even though I want to be with you more than anything in the world, you're going to be busy, and you're going to have to let me get used to it, I guess." "I don't want this for us. I don't want to always be sneaking around. Everything is still so new, I mean we've barely been together a few weeks, and you're very first trip to see me and I barely get to talk to you!" "I know, I know, shhhhh," I said, rocking him. I brought him over to my bed, sat him down, and looked deep into his eyes. "Austin I've never felt such a strong connection with anyone like this. It's scary. I...I...can't stop thinking about you. Every morning when I wake up, and all day during rehearsal, and when I'm asleep, I feel...God I feel like I'm quoting one of our stupid songs!" he said, choking back a laugh and sniffing back tears. "I'm sorry Austin, but I love you, and I'm just so afraid that you're going to get so fed up that you'll leave me, and I'll be all alone..." his eyes fell to his hands, which he had clasped together on the bed in his lap. I grabbed them both in my own hands, and gave him such a piercing stare, his tears stopped, and his eyes widened. "Don't think that way Joshua. Don't ever think that I would be happier without you, because I could never be happy knowing that you're sad." We hugged, and Josh cried, and I laid back and he leaned on me for awhile, neither of us talking. Just enjoying being together, without having to be entertained. I enjoyed sitting with him, not saying anything, his warm body next to mine. * * * We didn't have sex that night. Neither of us were really in the mood, not surprisingly, and Josh was exhausted. I held him for awhile and just rubbed his back, tousling his hair, until he fell asleep on top of me. Although I had a lot on my mind, I was able to drift off not long after him. The alarm clock rang what seemed like two seconds after we fell asleep. My eyes immediately popped open, and I tried to sit up, but both because Josh's head was right on top of my chest and I seemed to have the worst headache, I collapsed back onto the bed. God, the alarm in this room is annoying, and it was doing nothing to help my headache. I turned to the right. It was six thirty. I had gotten roughly two and a half hours of sleep. I flicked my hand over towards it, my left arm being caught underneath Josh, and tried to shut it off, but it just kept buzzing like a siren. I couldn't remember how to shut it off, so it kept shrieking. Miraculously, Josh didn't even stir. In an impatient effort to maybe break the stupid thing, I slammed my fist down on it, and accidentally knocked the clock off the table. Apparently it was indestructible, as the fall did nothing to stop the noise. Rubbing my temple, I tried to pull my other arm out from underneath Josh. This resulted in him shifting slightly, wrapping both his arms tightly around my body, and hugging me. Shit. "Josh." I whispered. "EH! EH! EH! EH! Eh!" screamed the alarm. "Josh!" I said a little louder, trying to move, but he had pinned me pretty good, and my head swam when I tried to sit up again. I shouldn't have let Justin give me so much to drink. We must have gone through a twelve pack together. "Josh!" I shouted over the alarm. He didn't budge. So I tried poking him awake, but all he did was release one of his hands to swat my hand away, then returned to his iron grip on me. Well, I certainly couldn't go back to sleep, not with all that noise. I moved my arm around, and managed to free it, so I took a hold of Josh around his waist and lifted him off of me, his arms still around my neck. I shifted my body so that he was next to me, and he finally woke up. "Austin?!?" he said, sitting bolt upright and forgetting that he was choking me. I was right there. "Morning," I grunted loudly, over the noise of the alarm. Pain shot through my head, but it would pass. "It's morning already!?" he said, sitting up immediately. He swung his legs to the side and sat on the edge, while I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Josh picked up the clock, and the alarm stopped suddenly, the room sounding like a vacuum without it. "Shit, I have to hurry up. Joey wants me to come over in about twenty minutes." "What? Why?" "He said we're having a group meeting to prep for the rehearsal, but I'm pretty sure it's really just about me." I sat up, and my headache swelled, but I was able to grab onto my knees before I passed out. Josh turned to look at me, and noticed my predicament. "Austin, what's wrong?!" he said, scrambling over to my side. He immediately put his hand on my forehead, like a mom would do, I suppose. "Are you sick?" he said worriedly, his blue eyes wide and fearful. "I'ma-kay," I groaned, trying to blink away the nausea. "What happened? Does your head hurt?? Can you see me!?" Josh shrilled, panicking. "Josh, calm down, it's ok...it's just a little...," I paused. "Hangover," I said, the final word dangling on the tip of my tongue. "What?" he said, uncomprehending. "Hangover...Justin got you drunk?" "No, Justin didn't do anything. I got myself drunk. I'll be ok, I just need some coffee." I said, hoping I wasn't getting Justin into trouble. "I can't believe this," said Josh, not listening. He stared off into space, devising ways to tell off Justin. I wanted to defend him, but I had more important things on my mind, like getting rid of this headache. "Josh, remember what we talked about last night?" I said warily. He said nothing. "Remember how you promised me that you were going to be less protective parent and more of a supportive friend?" He still said nothing, so I pushed on. "I didn't mean just about me. I mean about your other friends too." We stayed quiet for a minute, then Josh finally sighed. "Fine, I'll ignore it for now, but you're underage..." "Blah blah blah," I cut him off. "Now what else is bothering you?" Josh sighed again. "You're worried about going over to Joey's this morning, aren't you?" Josh looked away. "You're worried because you know that the same way you acted towards me is the same way you act around them too, isn't it? You act too much like their older nagging brother than their friend and teammate. Or bandmate, or whatever you wanna call it." Josh sighed. "You're right. I know, I'm too bossy. I get it from my... ... ...parents." I traced my hand across his back. "It's ok to be a little bit bossy, ok? It's good. And I know its only because you care so much. You're aggressive. You get things done. That's what I like about you. If you had left everything up to me, and made me make the first move, we would never have started going out." He smirked. I slowly brought my hand to his chin and turned his face to look me straight in the eye. "Now promise me you aren't going to chew out Justin the first time you see him." I held his gaze, liking the deepness and subtlety in his eyes. They had such a powerful look to them. "I promise," he said. Then with out warning, he moved forward and pecked me on the lips. "See? I never would have done that!" I said, smiling. "Would you have done this?" he said seductively. I watched him closely as he held up his hand in front of him, prompting me to follow it with my eyes. He placed a finger on my nose, and slowly, ever so slowly, slid it down my face, catching on my lips and causing them to open. Thinking it an invite to kiss him, I moved forward, but he held me at bay with just his finger, biting his lip at the same time. His hand trailed ever so slightly down, over my neck, tracing my Adams' apple and feeling over my collarbone. The hand hovered for awhile on my chest, straying to the left to circle my nipple and press it, just once. My breath caught in my mouth. His delicate touch was turning me on, I could feel myself harden and stiffen underneath the sheet. I reached my hand out to pull Josh towards me, to grab him and ram my lips onto his, with all the forcefulness I could muster with a hangover at six AM, but he pushed me back. Josh was in control now. "Why don't we continue this in the shower?" he said smiling evilly. A shiver ran up my spine, and we practically ran to the bathroom, shedding clothes along the way. I grabbed Josh's wrist as we were running and didn't let go of it. Once we were in the bathroom, I pushed Josh against the glass shower door, using my grip on his wrist to pin him against it. I still had on my jeans, but they were painfully in the way. With Josh pinned, I was able to lean in and kiss him deep like I wanted, sucking on his lip and exploring his mouth with my tongue. With my right hand, I pulled his shirt over the tops of his strong shoulders, and tossed it away. "Maybe we better turn on the water," Josh murmured, as I gave his mouth a break and started feeding on his neck. I didn't answer, and he didn't move, so I licked my way further down, ever so often swapping my sweeping tongue for soft kisses across Josh's naked chest. Josh had more self control than me, and just stood there and let me do what I wanted. And what I wanted right that second was to give him the most amazing blow job he had ever had. Then he would know that I wasn't going anywhere. I grabbed his prick through his boxers, which was all he had worn to bed besides a shirt. Josh groaned, his hand claming down on top of mine, his lips finding their way to my mouth, and I kissed him, tucking my tongue into him, savoring the flavor. Josh twisted a little, but I had pinned him good, and I could feel his dick twitching in my hand as I began to slowly rub my hand back and forth across the thin cotton. He spun out of my hold, and he ran over to the water temp gauge thingy, which he pushed in and a second later, a cascade of water pre-set to the temperature Josh had programmed fell into the shower. Then Josh turned to me and he literally ripped my shirt off my body. It lay in white cotton tatters on the floor. His mouth attached itself to my left nipple, and I groaned loudly, my knees buckling for a second. While his mouth worked on my body, his hands quickly removed the shorts I had worn to bed, until we were both naked, our dicks throbbing and dripping and ready. Josh shoved me into the water. "Since when did you become the aggressive one?" I said over the water, as Josh then put his tongue in my mouth to shut me up. "First we have to get washed," Josh said, grabbing a washcloth and some soap and gathering a lather. "I'll do you first," he said, making me turn around. Josh's touch was like magic. I felt the bar of soap and the length of his fingers pass all over my chest and tight stomach; he was slow and meticulous. He went all the way down and stopped just before my pubes and slipped his hand back up again to my chest and neck. Everywhere his hands moved, my body responded. We hadn't had sex in two days, but it felt like we hadn't fucked in a month. His hands slid over my muscles and neck, my legs and ass, and I had to hold the wall for support. When washing my hair, he stared at me straight back in my eyes, and we looked at each other forever, occasionally swapping our spit because we couldn't help it. Josh was very careful to wash my cock and balls, massaging them so slowly and carefully, and he almost brought me to orgasm, but stopped just before. When it was my turn, I let my hands wander over his chiseled body as if independent from me. I soaked in his beautiful form, and tried my best to restrain myself from flinging him against the wall and fucking my throbbing erection up his cute little ass. When I was done, I didn't pull off Josh. Instead, I leaned him against the shower wall, the water still raining down on us, so that our bodies kept sliding against each other, and slowly sank to my knees. Josh's dick was pretty big. I had only taken it once before, and I hadn't done a very good job, because I had accidentally bitten him. Well, that wasn't going to happen this time, I thought, as I slowly reached my tongue out and flicked his dick with it. Josh's eyes shot open. He hadn't known what I was gong to do, and then he saw me on my knees in front of him, and he realized. His eyes got rounder and rounder. "Tell me what to do, babe," I said, smiling as wide as I could. "Oh shit," was all he said. "Ok, well I'll just have to ad-lib," I said, then I leaned forward and started licking delicately at his cock head. It seemed bigger than I remembered, and the water streaming down from the shower made it that much hotter. My tongue swirled wildly along the big dick knob, and my lips grazed the side of his head as I took it slowly into my mouth. I pulled out and flicked the side of his shaft with just my tongue, occasionally kissing it, just brushing against it with my lips pursed. I wanted Josh to get as much pleasure as I could possibly give him. I tongued the throbbing vein on the side of his cock, and my hands found their way to his ball sack, which I massaged slowly as I prepared to push that dick into my mouth. I never thought I would do this, but I found myself able to get about half of his cock in my throat before I felt like gagging. I knew not to go too fast too soon, so I just soaked his dick with spit as I slowly moved back up and down, getting a tiny bit further in each time. While I was doing this, I heard Josh moan with lust, his hips involuntarily moving forward to feed his length into my mouth, and I began to squeeze him with my lips, sucking as hard as I could while still trying my best to get it all down my throat. I looked up and saw that his head was thrown back, the cords in his neck were bursting, a look of pure pleasure on his face. I sat up a few extra inches, and the extra height gave me great leverage to aim that fuckstick at the back of my throat, and as I did, my index finger found his little boyhole. I gently pressed it as I swallowed him whole, savoring the taste of dick in my mouth. Josh bucked when he felt my hand near his ass hole, but he relaxed enough for me to stick my finger up there. I began pushing it in, at first slowly, then gradually speeding up to catch up to my lips, which continued to piston up and down his thick pole. I fucked that thing like I didn't know was possible and I squeezed it with my lips as I went down. "Put another one in," he groaned, his hands grabbing the back of my head. He continued to fuck my face with his hands, pushing my mouth further down his shaft. I shoved another finger up his crack, and soft moans came from his mouth, his eyes were shut, and I knew that I had him right where I wanted him. I slid his dick into my mouth deeper this time, my spit forming a lube, and I felt it stiffen each time it slid between my lips. It got even harder and hotter as he kept fucking it in and out of my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat. It got so stiff it felt like I had a piece of hot iron in my mouth, and I after a few minutes of furious face fucking, I felt Josh start to lose control. I felt that hard staff twitching uncontrollably at the back of my throat, and Josh shoved it in one last time before he started to spurt and squirt his juice. The first shot went all the way down my throat, because his dick was in as far as it could go. The second and third landed on my tongue, so that I could taste his cum, and the last of it landed on the floor, because he had slid that stiff dick out, and grabbed my shoulders to steady himself while he recovered from what I hoped was a damn fine orgasm. I stood up, and found his lips, and just raped him with my tongue, making him taste himself and me as much as I could. Our bodies were so slick with water that we slid across the shower wall, and josh inadvertently turned off the water. We continued to invade each other's mouths, our tongues lapping at each other like panting dogs. Although we were still kissing even after the last of the water had drained away the cum, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other as we left the shower, we realized that we were really pressed for time. I wouldn't let go of Josh's hand, however. Not as long as we were allowed to hold each other until we had to go over to Joey's, I wanted his hand to always be there. So, to get dressed, that meant I had to go with him to Josh's closet, which was almost the size of the rest of the house. "Actually I was hoping you'd let me dress you today..." Josh murmured, sticking his tongue in my ear. "So I'm your dress up doll?" I replied. I was already thinking, no leather, pleather, feathers, or anything that rhymes with -ether. "No, because I bought you an outfit yesterday, and I want you to wear it like a good boy." "What if I don't want to wear it?" I teased. "Then you're not going to get a reward," he answered, squeezing my dick. I don't remember putting on underwear, but I guess we did after we left the shower. He let go of my hand, and grabbed a shopping bag he had stored behind his rack of white T-shirts. I swear to god, he had a whole rack of nothing but plain white T-shirts. I eyed the bag suspiciously. Josh pulled out a...pretty small baby blue polo shirt with thin dark blue stripes. It was a simple striped design, and looked very preppy and plain. Something that I usually wore, but never thought twice about. The only problem was it was a little kids' shirt, much too small. "Try it on," he smiled, handing it to me. I held it against my chest, and saw that even without it on, the sleeves barely reached past my armpits, and the bottom dangled only an inch below my belly button. I gave him a look. "It's a little small, but you look so hot in tight shirts," Josh said, his eye glinting playfully. I shrugged, and tugged the thing over my head. The top buttons burst as I tried to pull it over my head, and the shoulders were too small, so that I felt like I was wearing a straight jacket. I kept trying to tug the bottom down, so that there wouldn't be that three inches of my bare abs showing above my briefs, but it didn't work. Josh inspected me. "I like you better without your shirt on," he concluded, his hands pressing a massage across my shoulders and chest. "Slut," I said, and he laughed. He positioned me around so that I could see myself in the full length mirror on the other side of the closet. I guess I looked alright. I certainly looked bigger. Meanwhile, Josh pulled out the other item in the bag, a pair of loud blue and white flowered Hawaiian board shorts. They clashed horribly with the stripes of the polo shirt. "Pull these on, and you'll fit right in in Mexico," he said, bending down to put them on for me. He tapped my foot and I lifted it for him, and he slowly slid the shorts on. Then I lifted the other foot, and he pulled those on. Then he slid his hands slowly up my legs, but leaving the shorts lying on the ground, and I felt chills run up my spine. I closed my eyes, and I felt his soft fingers sliding up my thighs, and his hand lightly tapped my full raging hard on through the white brief, which had spring up when I saw him drop to his knees. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw that he had an ear-to-ear grin on his face. "You're already ready for another round?" said Josh, his eyes on my dick. He brought his hands up to my hips, and started to lower the waistband... "We really have to get going," Josh said quietly, his fingers sliding over my ass as he lowered my briefs. They caught on my bone, and Josh delicately pulled them off without touching it, making me whimper in need. "Don't have much time," he whispered as he closed his eyes and started to open his mouth. "Oh god, josh," I panted, as I pushed his head towards me. His tongue flicked out, and wet the head of my cock, just barely flicking over it. "Please Josh," I whispered, my hands moving all over his hair, still wet from the shower. Josh responded by taking almost my entire length down his throat, so quickly I gasped. His expert tongue slithered up my shaft, and he began moving his mouth back down, his lips pressed tightly to my dick. His hands were firmly grasping my clenched butt, and he started to pull me towards his mouth, pushing more of my throbbing length in that hot, wet mouth. I pulled at his hair, and he began moving faster, taking me deeper and deeper each time, until I could practically feel the tip of my dick twitching at the back of his throat. Josh was an expert, he could deep throat a man like nobody's business. His tongue and lips did most of the work, after he pulled out my wet shiny cock, his tongue would go back over it, licking like a lollipop, until I couldn't stand it. His throat contracting on my dick head and his slurping mouth were more than enough to make me cum. Plus, since he had been cock-teasing me all morning it took me all of five seconds before I was ready to explode. "J...j...josh," I managed to mutter, feeling myself approaching the point of no return. Instead of pulling off, Josh pulled my ass forward, thrusting my entire dick down his throat, and then he looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, and he winked. Oh my god, I blew the biggest load I had ever had. That wink sent me over the edge. I must have spasmed like seven times, and Josh drank them all up, even continuing to suck on my cock long after I had finished spurting. My knees buckled, and I was lucky I had been leaning against the wall or I would have fallen on top of Josh. He slipped my briefs back up over my now deflating bone, straightened up, and kissed me, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth almost as fast as my dick had been moving in and out of his. His hands pulled and twitched on my chest, squeezing and teasing my nipples from on top of the blue polo shirt, and his knee moved between mine, knocking my own knees astray. Once I had recovered from my post-orgasmic high, I wanted to fuck Josh so bad he wouldn't be able to walk. I put my hands on his denim covered butt, and he shivered in my arms, his knee knocking my crotch, which was now throbbing again. But Josh was a tease! He slid back down, pulled up and snapped my pants back on,(luckily, the pants he bought were so baggy, my dick didn't feel as restrained as they had in my jeans last night) and pulled me back into my room. I kept my hot hand on his ass, and I thought fuck yeah. He was going to let me fuck him in my room. On the floor, against the bed, anywhere, as long as I got to push my dick into that tight little shaft, hell yeah. But he just grabbed my cross trainers from the pile next to the door, and pushed me onto the bed, so that he could lace them up and put them on. "Josh, I want to take off my clothes, not put them back on," I moaned, but he pressed a finger to his lips, and pressed another hand to my chest, and I lowered myself backwards onto the bed, and Josh climbed on top of me. He placed his ass firmly so that he could feel my prick in between his ass cheeks, and he sat on me, pulling me by my chin and choking me with his tongue. His hands slithered everywhere, and everywhere his hand went, my body became electrified. I sat back up to match him, and pull him off me so I could quickly get our clothes off again, but he ran out of the room and ran downstairs! The little shit! I ran after him, the chase giving me such a sense of lust and exhiliration! I wanted nothing more than to pin that little bugger and fuck him bow legged. He knew it too, and I knew by the way he was acting he wanted me to give it to him hard and rough. I found him in the kitchen, and I pounced, racing him around the circular table until I caught him, and pinned his arms to his sides, my mouth taking possession of his lips. I slammed him against the wall, and my hands roamed all over his body. I turned him around roughly, then grabbed his hands and held them behind his back. "You want it rough, huh?" I growled. "Oh God yes," he moaned, his breath quick and his heart beat racing. I grabbed him around the chest, and brought him over to the middle of the kitchen, which had a breakfast bar that was just perfect. My mouth still attached to his neck, my arms still wrapped around his tight, athletic body, I pushed his back against the bar, which stuck out into the middle of the kitchen. I said I wanted him to turn around, which he was all too happy to do. He twirled around and laid his hands palms down on the counter, and he bent forward. "No." I said, my voice gravelly. "Stand up straight, dude." Josh shuddered with anticipation, but obediently stood up straight, giving me a view of his entire back, the rounded curves of his shoulder blades, the tight muscular molds of his ass. Taking advantage of the fact that his back was turned, I suddenly moved forward and aggressively pressed right up behind him, covering his hands with mine as I wrapped my arms around his thin, lithe body and trapping him, like he did with me in the shower. I felt him quiver against me, his back muscles flexing against my pecs as he stiffened, and I pushed him into the edge of the counter, and brought my mouth as close as I could without touching to his earlobe. I breathed softly, right into his ear and I heard him take a sharp breath. I nipped it, just barely, holding the flesh between my teeth for a second and he whispered, "Oh my God," and his knees buckled, thrusting his ass back into my crotch. I caught him with my left arm and held him in place, but I kept my balance, and ground into him with my hips, locking him between my body and the counter. His eyes closed again, and his head rolled back, onto my shoulder, as I traced my tongue across his jawline, and eventually down over his jugular, the veins in his neck popping out in what I could only say must be lust. I kissed him softly right under his chin, my saliva forming a sticky coating, before I bit down and started sucking. "Oh God," Josh whispered, and I felt another shiver run through his body. My hands slid up his well developed arms, sliding delicately over the muscles as I reached around him and began caressing his body through his thin T shirt. I let my hands rub all over his chest, kneading his nipples like he had done for me so many times, flicking them, teasing them with just my hands. Josh whimpered, his small voice sounding so full of need that it spurred me on, and I hugged his back to me, bulging my biceps as I held on as tight as I could, feeling and caressing his abs, and even teasingly flicking my fingertips briefly under the waistband of his jeans. Josh was getting antsy, as he repeatedly thrust his ass back into me, bucking against me, and I realized that his cock was pinned against the counter, so I spun him around, then thrust my hips forward and ground my dick into his. Josh took the opportunity to latch onto my mouth with his lips, and before I could even figure out that I had suddenly lost the battle, his tongue slid deep into my mouth, and he swallowed me whole. His hands came up between our bodies, which were pressed so close together I could hear his heart beating. They attached themselves to the back of my head as we ferociously attacked each other's mouths, our tongues sliding against each other, covered with each other's spit. My hands, meanwhile, gripped the bottom of Josh's shirt. He immediately raised his arms and stood back an inch to let me rip it off for him, and I tossed it away. With the shirt gone, Josh jumped back into me, crushing his chest into mine, his dick poking into my now very tented board shorts. I cupped my hands over his ass, squeezing them hard, and Josh groaned as I slid one of my fingers over his denim-covered hole. I picked him up and sat him on the counter, and he groaned, his hands sliding all over my back, quickly untucking my own shirt, which was now slick with sweat, both his and mine. My tongue fucked deep into his mouth, and he started groaning a little into my throat. I began pushing my tongue in and out of his mouth, imagining that it was my dick, with strong, hard thrusts. His tongue was so far down my throat, I thought I would choke, He kept using it to slide all along my mouth. I felt one of his hands reach around and slide between us and it fell on my straining prick, and his touch made me almost sick with lust. He locked his calves around my ass, and his hand kneaded at my dick, pressing it down, while fumbling for the zipper with his other hand. My hands meanwhile were sliding into his jeans, feeling around his tight, muscular little butt, my fingertips searching for that little magic button. His ass twitched when he felt my hand down there, and I used the opportunity to reach around and try and undo the snaps on his jeans. We came up for breath, and my teeth went back to it's oral assault on his neck. Since I was looking right at the kitchen doorway over Josh's shoulder, I suddenly noticed that Justin was standing there, carrying a white box and a cup holder of coffees. "Ahh!" I freaked, bouncing backward automatically away from Josh and slamming my back into the refrigerator. Very graceful, Rieter. Josh turned to see who it was, and grinned slyly as he turned back to look at me. "Fuck!" was my next comment, as I had hit the fucking metal handle right in the middle of my back, and pain shot up through me like a bolt of electricity. Justin started laughing, but it took a minute, since Justin was in shock or something. When I saw him over Josh's shoulder, his eyes had widened, and his mouth had dropped open... I didn't know what to think. In the midst of my pain, Justin kept laughing his ass off, and he was having trouble holding the box of doughnuts that he was carrying. "Morning, Justin!" Josh said brightly, hopping off the counter, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Then he turned to me, his blue eyes wide with concern. "Are you ok?" he said, putting a hand on my shoulder as I bent over, trying to get the pain to go away. I nodded meekly, but took his hand off my shoulder anyway. Now you're probably thinking that's weird, but Josh and I had already agreed that neither of us were real big on public displays of affection, and that we didn't want to seem like we were shoving our relationship down anyone's throat. We also knew that just one long meaningful look could mean the end of his career, and I wasn't real big on holding a guys hand or anything in public yet either, so we agreed that we would keep our hands to ourselves when we were around other people. Even our friends, since we didn't want anyone feeling uncomfortable. "Man, talk about a wake-up call! Do you want me to come back later?" said Justin eventually, through tears of laughter. "Shut the fuck up," I grumbled, while Josh flushed bright red with embarrassment. Justin picked up Josh's shirt, which had somehow ended up on the kitchen table. "Haven't you heard of knocking?" I muttered, smoothing out my shirt and re-tucking it into my pants. "Oh please. If I had to knock first, there'd be a hole in his door. By the way, nice shirt," said Justin, tossing Josh his shirt and setting the box of breakfast on Josh's kitchen table. He glanced at my pecs, admiring the way my body bulged in the little polo, then quickly looked away. He pulled out a chair and Josh grabbed one of the coffees after he hurriedly tossed his shirt back on. Since they both wanted to act like nothing had happened, I grabbed the box, wondering what Justin had bought. Mm, jelly doughnuts. Not exactly very healthy. Well, doughnuts and coffee, I surmised, as Josh passed one of the hot protective cups to me. "How long have you been up?" I said, eyeing the drink. "Oh I didn't really go to bed. I'm too excited!" he said happily, drinking his latte almost as fast as he drank Heineken last night. The boy was like a tube. "Excited for what?" "Today's the first dress rehearsal, stupid!" said Justin, now attacking a bear claw. He eyed me for a minute, then looked quickly away. What was up with him? "So?" "So? This is the only time we'll get to do this on the real stage in the studio. The other rehearsals are all in some holding area in Cancun. Speaking of which, have you packed yet?" "How did..." "How did I know that you said you were coming? Oh please, Josh tells me everything. Like I know about..." "AHEM!!" said Josh loudly, glaring furiously at Justin. I glanced suspiciously at him, but he smiled sweetly at me, his eyes betraying his innocent expression. I wondered what was up. "Anyway, have you packed? Knowing you two, you probably won't have to pack much..." Justin rambled on. "I thought we weren't leaving until tomorrow?" I said, deciding that I'd get whatever it was Justin was hinting at out of josh sooner or later. "Hello! We leave at four thirty in the morning, didn't Josh tell you?" I swiveled my head in Josh's direction. "No," I said quietly. "The plane leaves at four thirty, because we have interviews and more rehearsals at one o'clock." "How long is the flight?" I said, wondering if I would ever get my homework done this weekend. "Oh, seven or eight hours. We can sleep there I guess, because we'll need to relax. Anyway, you'd better hurry up and go get all your stuff packed." I continued to watch Josh. "Since I apparently have no say in all this, how am I getting back home? I have to be back at school by Monday morning." "Don't even try Austin. Your return ticket is sitting in your room where it's been all week, on top of your itinerary," answered Josh, still not looking at me. "Seattle is pretty far from the Gulf," I reminded him. "I'd have to leave Sunday morning." "The plane ticket says you leave at ten-thirty." "From where?" Josh hesitated. "Mazatlan." "Josh, that's in Mexico. Why did you book my return ticket from Mexico before I agreed to go with you to Cancun?" Josh opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't think of anything to say. "Oh quit fighting. He did it because he knew you'd say yes, that's why." Justin interrupted, shoving my coffee towards me. "Drink your damn coffee, Austin. It's getting cold, and we have to be at Joey's in a few." Well, I guess I deserved that, but Josh still shouldn't have just assumed I would go with him. What if I had insisted on leaving for the benefit of the group? I guess it wouldn't be that big of a deal to cancel my ticket and buy me another one, but it was the principle. But, as I so often do, I let it slide. "You're going too?" I said, finally drinking some coffee. It was horrible. I nearly spit it back out. God, I missed Seattle. "Of course I am. It's one of Lance's 'formal meetings', isn't it? He likes to pretend he's in charge," said Justin impatiently. He stood up. "Are you ready?" I glanced at Josh, who was trying to adjust his hair via the reflection in the oven door. "Are you sure you want to go?" I asked him, wondering if everything was going to be as fine as Justin acted like it was going to be. I mean, joey and josh were pretty pissed off at each other last night. And Joey still hadn't really made any brownie points in my book. He read my thoughts and knew what I was really asking. "If you want to." "Yeah, I guess." No pain no gain, right? "Aight, let's cut out then, after we eat," said Justin, relieved. He had probably dropped by just to make sure we were going. And now that his job was done, his worries were over. Josh compulsively tossed away the bag of doughnuts after Justin and I had had our fill (he refused to eat them, saying they had absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever), and we trooped over to Joey's house, which was the one directly across from Josh's. I knocked on the door, but Justin and Josh both gave me stupid looks, like what the hell was I doing, and walked right in. Joey's place was laid out exactly like Josh's, just a mirror image. Instead of the living room on the left, it was on the right, etc. The other two walked straight into the dining room, which was at the back of the house. There was a white oval shaped Formica table surrounded by black office-like executive chairs. It looked almost like an executive conference room, if it weren't for all the pictures of Superman comic book covers that covered every inch of wall space. The ceiling boasted a complicated iron and glass chandelier, but what I really caught was the view. The other wall was practically all glass, and through it I could see a swimming pool and a pool deck, so beautifully landscaped that it looked like a hotel resort. Since Josh's house bordered a narrow alleyway, I never saw what was on the other side of the garden. I could see that the other two condos also bordered the pool, and I could see Lance outside, sitting on a chaise lounge, talking on a cell phone. "Why didn't you tell me you had a pool?" I said excitedly. "Probably because it's drained so that they can retile it," answered Justin, completely ignoring the beautiful tropical view and plopping into one of the chairs. "Yo Joe, get your ass down here!" he yelled, satisfied that he wouldn't have to look for Joey himself, that he would simply appear at his command. Same old Justin. "About time you get your lazy ass over here," said Joey out loud, and we heard him bounding down the stairs. He rounded the stairwell and headed through the kitchen, and in a minute he saw us framed in the doorway of the dining room. Joey stopped short, his face an expression of shock. It lasted for a brief second before it was replaced with a trademark Joey grin. "Oh my God, you guys came!" he said, sounding as surprised as he looked. Had he thought that we were going to do what he had done when Josh called a meeting and just ditched? But he covered up his initial shock and surprise by grabbing both Josh and me by our shoulders and pulling us into one of his huge bear hugs. "J...Joey?" said Josh in confusion. "Oh my god, I was so worried that I had scared you two off! I can't believe you came over!" He hugged us again. "Hey, hey, where's my love?" said Justin, looking hurt. "This is so great!" said Joey, now abandoning me and simply crushing Josh. Josh flashed me a worried look over his shoulder. "Joey, are you ok?" I said, stepping out of the way. "Josh, I'm so sorry for being such an ass, it was all I could think about all night, I'm sorry, I couldn't be happier that you found someone, ok, and I just want everyone to get along, I'm so sorry..." Joey was rambling, not listening to anything anyone was saying. "Joey, it's ok, calm down," said Josh, gently trying to pry Joey's arms off of him. "Dude, he's not mad," I chimed in. "Why are you sorry?" Justin asked innocently. He hadn't overheard the conversation Josh and Joey had last night, and I had only heard parts of it. "Because, I've been such a freak lately. Last night especially. I mean, you guys are like my brothers, and all we keep doing is snapping at each other. I'm just sorry that this all had to happen when Austin came down, and sorry that I wasn't more supportive when Josh pretty much tells us he's got a boyfriend." "Joey, relax. You aren't the one who still has a problem with that," said Josh quietly. I looked carefully from Josh to Joey to Justin, but none of them would look me in the eye. Lance chose that moment to slide open the sliding glass door from the pool. "Morning troops...jeez, who died?" he said in his deep voice, catching the tension in the air. I shrugged at him. "Glad you came Josh. We were worried that you thought we were all acting weird about the gay thing," said Lance, as usual, cutting right to the chase. Josh sighed. "We already had this meeting, two days ago, Lance. And although Joey didn't show up..." "I'm sorry," Joey said again, but Josh held up a hand to silence him. "We agreed that we would just see what happens. We still have a concert to put on, and if we are all mad at each other, we'll never pull it off." "Then are we all on the same page?" said Joey. "Because we didn't really come here to talk about you and Austin." "I know." "But you guys know that you have our support?" Lance said, glancing at me. I decided to speak up for the first time. "You know, when you guys keep saying that, it's really patronizing." "And unnecessary." Josh added. "Whether Austin and I are together or not is none of your business, and I don't need you to tell me if you like it or not. I don't care. Now let's forget about it." Both Joey and Lance looked extremely taken aback, but I was proud of Josh. He was damn right, I didn't want or need validation. So Josh and I fucked around, we didn't need their approval. "So-rry," said Joey, glancing at Justin for support. "They're a little edgy because I practically caught them fucking in Josh's kitchen." Joey and Lance both laughed, while Josh and I turned an identical shade of red. "Thanks a lot," I said to Justin. "No problem buddy," he answered, winking at me. I shook my head and smiled. "Whoa, I'm sorry, I hadn't heard that hell had frozen over. You two are talking?" said Joey, looking at Justin and me. "Without me needing to get out the riot gear and keep the paramedics on speed dial?" added Lance. "They apparently were pretty drunk last night, and they forget that they hate each other," said Josh wryly. "So that's where you were," said Joey. "Well great! Jeez, this morning is just full of surprises, isn't it?" This was why I liked Joey and Lance. They were cool, for pop stars, and they didn't treat me like some nobody. I just didn't like that whole defensive "we're totally ok with you being that way" crap. Unfortunately, after that little light-hearted remark, we all sank into silence again. "Well, we're just uh...going to...uh, wait for Chris," said Joey, glancing uneasily around the room. He sank into a chair beside Justin, and I pulled one out on the other side. Chris was a little late. Not much, he showed up around 7:15, but he was late enough for us all to realize that the real test for this relationship, at least in regards to me and the rest of the group, was with him. Chris didn't say a word when he walked in, just locked eyes with Josh and sat down as far as he could from us. He didn't stop glaring at Josh the whole time. I'll get back to him in a minute. "Ok, well, I know how you guys hate to get up early," began Lance, and I redirected my gaze at him. I suddenly realized I had been informally invited to an N'sync business meeting, and apparently, Lance was in charge of it, though we were at Joey's house. "But we have a few issues to address, and I think we should get them over with before rehearsal today." "Before we get on to the real heavy stuff, I have a few things that I want to say, then Joey will take over. First item on the agenda, make sure that you have given the new accounting manager your cell phone number. The studio probably already has our numbers, but its better if we give them personally, to show that we aren't that stuck up." "When are we meeting her?" Justin asked. "She'll be at the airport tomorrow with Johnny and Donna, and then we have some contracts to fill out when we get back next week. But I want to hand out the numbers before we leave tomorrow, so don't forget. Now this woman came highly recommended from Destiny Productions, so try not to piss her off, ok?" I looked around, dumbfounded. This was what we were dreading? This was a real business meeting, it had nothing to do with me and Josh. Why was I even here? "Secondly, Sara and I want to know if it's ok if we skip the buffet on Saturday. You guys can all go..." "But you want a little one-on-one?" interrupted Justin, and everyone laughed. Who the hell was Sara? "Anyway, we'll be back for the publicity shoot at 5, and we'll be on call if you need us." "Which hotel is she staying at?" Joey asked. "The same one the staff and everyone is staying at, 'Del Amanacer al anochecer', Lance said in a horrible Spanish accent, glancing at some piece of paper. I noticed that he had a folder full of paper, just like this were a real meeting. I glanced at Josh to see if he found this as funny as I did, but he was practically nodding off on the table beside me, exhausted. I looked around, and saw that Justin was watching me. He immediately flicked his eyes away but I know he was looking at me. I don't know why. Joey was the only one really paying attention to Lance. He had a Palm Pilot, and he was taking notes. Chris was still glaring at Josh. I wondered if his eyes had even moved since he walked in the house. At least Chris wasn't acting openly hostile. From what I had heard and what I already knew, Chris hated gay people. There are a lot of people like that. Small minded or whatever you want to call it. I just hoped that he would keep his opinions to himself and not stress anyone any further. That evil look in his eyes made me think that was just a pipe dream, and that we would have to deal with his stupid homophobic attitude sooner or later. Surprisingly, he didn't so much as glance at me, even though I guess I was just as much an object of his hatred as Josh was. Lance continued the meeting as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Josh, did..." Lance said, and Josh answered him quickly. "Yes." Then he glanced at me and smiled. Lance had been just about to ask if I had agreed to go with them. "Well, perfect, Austin you'll be staying at Sara's hotel too, along with most of the staff." "Where are you guys staying?" I asked. "We're staying at a private resort, that MTV paid for. It's about an hour outside of the touristy part of Cancun." Justin piped up. "Cancun is all touristy," commented Lance. "Oh," I said quietly, not knowing what to think. I guess I had always sort of assumed that Josh and I would be together. But I'm sure him being such a high profile celebrity and everything made it impossible, like how I was hardly allowed to go anywhere with him. Embarrassed silence followed this, until Joey significantly cleared his throat, and stood up, while Lance took a seat. "Now we all remember what happened yesterday afternoon, and it has come to my attention that we need to discuss some stuff about our...relationships with one another before we get so distracted we can't stay in tune or in step on Saturday. I know that we have literally rehearsed our asses off. In fact, mine is still sitting on the floor in Wade's office. I have to pick it up at noon, or they are donating it to some orphaned children. Anyway, I also know that some of us can be a real pain in the ass, myself included. So why don't we all go around and say what's on our minds so that we can get past this shit and concentrate on Sunday, when I can finally get laid." Chuckles followed Joey's speech, but I saw that Chris still hadn't moved or even blinked. "Sounds good," said Josh. "Why don't you start?" "All right, I got a problem with the little brownnosing act you pulled off when Swartz and Zichy and those promo people showed up in the booth..." They talked about something that had happened while I was at the beach, something that had escalated into a fight between Joey and Josh that I hadn't really been aware of, and they agreed next time to not let small things piss them off too much. Justin said something about not liking how people kept saying he was a spoiled brat, amidst smirks and jeers from everyone else, including me. Lance said that he felt they never really spent time together after rehearsals, that they all went their separate ways, so they agreed to do something this afternoon together. Josh said that he was tired of the slacking off that he was getting from the guys, but he understood that he could be kind of an ass. He also said that because he was closer to their direct promotional manager than any of the rest of them were, he was more likely to be directly involved in trying to get things done and deadlines made, but he said that he would try and back off and not be so coddling. Now it was Chris's turn, and we all looked at him expectantly. So far, he hadn't said a single word since he walked in the room. The tension had been there all along, but we had all pretty much ignored it as the meeting went on. Now, however, the room became silent again. "Chris? Do you have anything to add?" Joey prompted hesitantly, glancing at Josh and me. After a minute, he spoke. "Are you all fucking insane?" We all looked at each other. "Do I have anything to add? Do I have anything to fucking add to this BULLSHIT!!!" he roared, his voice rising with each word. His hands curled into tight fists, his small beady eyes glinting malevolently in the pale morning light streaming in from the window. "Chris, there's no need to yell," Joey began, but Chris screamed "I will fucking yell if I want to!" Joey fell silent. "Yes I have a problem! I have a big fucking problem with that disgusting mother fucking piece of faggot bitch right there!" Chris screamed, his face red with rage, pointing right at Josh, and at the same time jumping out of his seat, the rolling execs chair flying backwards and slamming loudly into the glass. Everyone else stood up with Chris, but nobody said anything. My breathing started to get heavy as an anger deep within me began to slowly overcome my emotions. Lance and Joey both glanced at me. Chris continued to screech, "You fucking little pussy bitch, I should have known you were nothing but a disgusting cock-sucking faggot the moment I laid eyes on you, you fucked up piece of shit! I should have known, I should have fucking known it was you!" "And the rest of you, all you mother fuckers knew about it too, didn't you, you fucking panty waste shit licking fags! And you didn't fucking say nothing because you know it's sick, twisted..." At this point, I nearly launched myself at Chris, but I was stopped by Joey and Lance, who had been preparing for this. "Come get me powder puff, you think you're anything but a sick piece of faggot shit when you act all butch, huh?" Chris taunted, safe from me, but I just about blew a gasket. I yelled right back at him "You evil mother fucking shit head, I'm going to rip off your fucking head, you short fucking pussy shit, let me the fuck go!" I swiftly dodged under Lance's arms and tossed him into Joey, only to find that Justin had positioned himself in between, his arms locked in front of him like a lineman. I hesitated, and Joey tackled me from behind, while Lance stood still to yell back at Chris. Through it all, I saw that Josh had remained in his chair, gazing into space, not even reacting to the horrible insults that were flying everywhere. Not just me and Chris, everyone was screaming and yelling, so that nobody knew what anyone was saying. I just about lost it, as I felt the world tilt. That look on Josh's face was pure torture: rejection. I raced over to his side and grabbed his hands. Josh wasn't crying, but he had locked up into himself all of his emotions, and it took awhile of quiet coaxing to get him back. The others continued to yell at Chris, who continued to throw insults directed at me and Josh, but I was too concerned for Josh to care. Finally, Chris spouted off with this, "I came here because I thought we were going to talk about how soon we were going to dump this fag from the group, not tiptoe around him like little pussy fag lovers!" "Shut the fuck up, Chris. We are not here to talk about your fucked up opinions, all right!" said Joey sternly. "You are such a fucking asshole Chris, what the fuck is wrong with you!" Lance fumed. "Take it back!" Justin demanded, his usually innocent expression filled with dislike and hatred. Chris rounded on Justin, yelling, "You better watch out, you keep spending time with those two homos and they'll turn you into one! You better stay the fuck away from them unless you want a dick up your ass!" Joey and Lance both began yelling at this remark, but Chris had scored a point. That searing comment had hit home, and Justin was at a loss for words, though he was still fuming angry. Everyone yelled and screamed for almost ten minutes, and Joey and Lance even got into a shoving match with Chris, pushing him against the glass. I didn't hear a word, I just kept talking to Josh, as I sat on my knees next to his chair, smoothing his hair and cooing in his ear. "Just get the fuck out of here, dip shit!" Joey finally said after a few more minutes arguing, more glaring insults from Chris about how fags are turning the whole world into a fucked up freak show, and silent whispers from me into Josh's ear, telling him that I was there for him and that I was never going to let anyone hurt him, ever. Joey grabbed Chris and easily shoved him into the kitchen, Chris protesting the entire way. Justin sank into his own little world, but Lance appeared by my side, trying to help Josh come back. We tried to talk him out of his little retreat from reality, with little success. I grew more and more worried, fear taking its place in my mind where anger and frustration had been minutes before. The loud outburst of Chris I had been expecting. I had been expecting the insults and anger, the hatred and misunderstanding. But I was so terrified because I wasn't prepared for this, this total shut down from reality that Josh was in. I was panicking, and I realized that I was sobbing uncontrollably, crying hysterically to get my Josh back to me, to get my Josh to talk to me, to bring him back. After a few minutes, I felt Justin put his hand on my shoulder, and I looked up, and met his eyes with mine. His eyes were hollow and deep. I saw the same fear reflected in them, the same distraught and anguished feeling that I felt, but I had no words for. And then I felt him rubbing me back, I heard him say my name, over and over, like a mantra, and I was right there. I held him to me, rubbing his head and I heard him crying, bawling into my shoulder. And I just held him. Justin and Lance left the room, and I just held him. My josh. It was all going to be ok. If only I believed that. End Chapter 16. See you soon with chapter 17. And yes, actually I do have an email address, it's the same one that's at the end of every single one of my chapters. Please feel free to email me back @ scottiescot@hotmail.com, and I'll try and reply in between games, homework, labs, studios, and work.