Road Trip

Road Trip

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: *NSYNC

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters.

Lis

"Where's Chris?"

"He's right - - Joey! Where's Chris?"

"He's right here," Lance said, and opened the passenger side door.

"Have you ever read one of these things?" Chris asked, holding up the driver's manual. "You can learn about the fascinating and dynamic world of how to program your-"

"Out," Lance said.

"I'm not finished," Chris said. "I still have to read about-"

"Is everybody ready to go?" Lance asked.

"Ready."

"Ooohhh, air bag safety instructions!"

JC was the designated driver. Lance was the man with the maps. Chris was their official PR guy. Justin was the bait in case the van broke down and they needed to hitchhike. Joey was along to look menacing if they were carjacked.

Rules of the road: seatbelts are your friends, respect the music bag, and if you get friendly keep it in the backseat.

The music bag was in the front seat, by the passenger's feet. Everyone had contributed ten CD's. It was the passenger's (co-pilot's) job to play the CD's blindly, at random. That way, no one's musical tastes would be pandered to above anyone else's.

Lance opened the sliding door to the rear, and Justin and Joey climbed into the van. "Out," Lance repeated. Chris handed him the manual and got out of the van, then proceeded to run around to the other side and sit in the driver's seat.

Lance got in and closed his door, arranged his feet, found the first CD, and generally ignored Chris.

JC opened the driver's door.

"Keys?" Chris requested.

"Why don't you let JC drive?" Justin suggested from the second-row bucket seats with Joey.

"You want to drive?" Chris asked JC.

"I thought I could," JC said.

"Okay," Chris said. "If you have your heart set on it." He climbed over the back of the seat, kneeing Lance a few times, then passed the second row to settle on the first, shorter of the two bench seats.

JC got in and started up the van.

"Hit the road, Jack!" Justin cheered.

"Hit the road, JC," Joey corrected.

"Hit the road, Josh?"

"Hit the road, Chasez!"

"Hit the road, *NSYNC!"

Wild applause. JC backed down the driveway. They were off.

They spent the first hours talking. They were so used to sharing space, especially in a moving vehicle, that they were nothing less than comfortable.

Justin got out his Gameboy. Chris pulled out a book. Lance fell asleep.

Joey leaned forward in his seat and talked to JC.

"Don't distract the driver," Chris said without looking up.

"Distract him, distract him," Justin said.

"Lance, buddy, wake up," JC said. "Give us a new CD."

Lance stirred, reaching into the shared music bag. He switched CD's, then went back to sleep.

JC glanced at the stereo, frowning.

"Shit me," Joey said.

"Chris!" Justin said.

"What?" Chris asked. "I love Tiffany. This stuff is classic."

"Are we lost yet?" Chris asked.

"We're not going to get lost," Lance said.

"We have to get lost," Chris said.

"Yeah, come on, JC, at least once," Justin said.

"We are not going to get lost," Lance repeated.

"You can get lost, if you want," Joey suggested to Chris.

"Yeah, get lost, Chris," Justin said.

"Hey, you guys need me," Chris said.

"Why?" Justin asked.

"I have the invitations."

"No, you don't," Joey said. "Lance has them."

Lance automatically checked his bag. Checked it again. "Chris!"

Chris chortled with glee.

Joey was looking at Justin.

"What's up?" Justin asked.

Joey grinned.

"What, now?" Justin asked. "Joey, we can't just..."

"That's what the backseat's for," Chris said. "Go for it, Joey!"

Joey unbuckled his seatbelt and headed for the back of the van.

Justin looked around for help.

JC glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Justin," Joey cooed.

Lance shook his head.

"Get back there with him, boy," Chris said. "He's lonely!"

"Come on, Justin," Joey said. "Show a man some love."

"And let me watch," Chris said.

Justin thought about it.

Joey pulled off his shirt.

Justin unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed to the back of the van.

Chris propped his chin on the back of the benchseat and watched.

"Eyes on the road, JC," Lance said.

"McDonald's up ahead," JC said. "Anybody else hungry?"

Everyone raised his hand.

"Oh! Oh! I get to drive!" Chris said, bouncing in his seat. Justin smiled. JC neared the exit, then found a place to pull over. JC climbed back and sat in one of the bucket seats; Chris came forward and stole the driver's seat. "Sunglasses?" Lance handed them over. "Hat?" Lance handed it over. "How do I look?"

"Like a lower-class aging loser?" Justin suggested.

"All right!" Chris put the car in gear and started off for food.

Lance got to play Ropin' the Wind. He sang along with every song. Chris laid in the back and moaned.

"I could use a blowjob," Chris announced.

"Yeah, me, too," Joey said.

"I already gave you one," Justin said.

"That was hours ago," Joey said.

Lance shifted in his seat.

"I could use a blowjob," Chris said again.

"Yeah, we heard you the first time," JC said.

"Am I being too subtle for you?" Chris asked. "Come on, somebody?"

"You're just bored," Lance said. "Find something to do."

Chris fidgeted and fussed.

"I'll play with you, Chris," Justin said, giving in, and went to the back of the van.

"Ha ha ha, losers," Chris said. "Now I know who my real friend is."

"I'm driving here," JC said. "I'm a little busy."

"Excuses, excuses," Chris said. "If you really loved me, you'd find a way to give me a blowjob."

"Later," JC said.

Chris paused. Grinned. "Promise?"

Everyone looked up.

JC smiled a little and blushed a little. "Yeah, later. I promise."

"Yee-hah!" Chris climbed back to Justin.

"I'm feeling worthless here," Justin said.

"JC's busy," Chris said. "We have lots of time to play."

"What do you want to play?" Justin asked.

"Oh, oh, my favorite game," Chris said. "Lick Justin's nipples until he comes."

"Let me play, too," Joey said, climbing to the back.

"I don't come when you do that," Justin said. "Get your hands off - - horny old fart! Let me-" Justin yelped, jumping. "Chris!"

"Hold still and let Joey share," Chris said.

Lance talked to JC. Paid attention to the map and directions. Kept an eye out for road conditions. Played everybody's crappy music. Ignored the three doofi. Counted blue cars. Red cars. Dented cars. Cars with drivers on cell phones. Cars with bumper stickers.

He stayed awake. He'd slept at first, for an hour or so. He was with the guys, on the road - - that setting triggered his instinct to sleep. But now he wanted to be awake, to keep JC company.

In the back, Justin, Joey, and Chris hung out doing nothing. Talking, playing, eating, sleeping, teasing each other. Making out.

Lance wanted to check his messages. He should have brought his laptop. He needed to call-

But, no. They'd agreed. *NSYNC only. No friends, no work. Everyone had someone else's phone, turned off, packed in his luggage. Lance had Joey's, and it wasn't like he could sneak a quick call without anyone noticing, considering they were all in the van together.

"How long have we been driving?" Justin asked from the backseat, sounding sleepy.

"Five days," Chris said.

Lance checked the time. "Almost seven hours. JC, you need to take a break."

"I'm okay," JC said.

"I'll drive for a while," Lance said.

"You need a break, too," Joey said. "I'll drive. Chris can navigate. You two get some rest."

"Seven hours," Justin said.

"Bet your butt's numb," Chris said.

"JC, pull over," Lance said. "I'll drive."

"I'm driving," Joey said. "Everybody switch seats."

JC pulled over, handing the keys to Joey. It was late, and dark; they all got out and stretched by the side of the road under the cover of night. Lance got in again, climbing to the last benchseat, laying on his back. He looked up at the van's ceiling and sighed.

"Hey." JC was coming back in his direction.

Lance shifted, and JC stretched out over him. He put a hand on JC's back and closed his eyes.

The van started up and pulled into traffic.

Justin watched Lance and JC sleep.

It wasn't that he was jealous, exactly.

It was hard to explain without sounding selfish.

JC wasn't his, or anything.

But did JC have to be Lance's?

"Do they know they're in the designated screwing section?" Chris asked.

"Guess they forgot," Joey said.

"They're letting us down," Chris said. "Justin, poke them and tell them to fool around."

"They're tired," Justin said.

"Too tired for sex?" Chris asked.

"I don't want them doing it while I'm driving," Joey said. "I can't see from here."

"Justin, get up here and drive," Chris said. "Joey and I want to watch the in-flight movie."

"I'm not missing it," Justin said. "You drive."

"You're too young for this."

"You're too old for this."

"Shut up," Lance muttered.

"Wake up and screw JC," Chris said.

Justin reached over the back of his benchseat and nudged JC's shoulder. "C. C. Wake up."

JC mumbled something, trying to get more comfortable on top of Lance.

"Tell me he's going to spend this whole trip driving or sleeping, and miss all of the fun," Chris said. "JC!"

"Chris, shut up," Lance said.

"I'm talking to JC, not to you," Chris said. "Nobody wants you."

"Speak for yourself," Joey said to Chris.

JC smiled and went back to sleep.

Joey drove, talked with Chris, and sang along with the music.

With alarming speed, Justin dove towards the front and grabbed Chris. "Joey, keep driving," Justin whispered.

"What-"

"Chris," Justin hissed, tugging.

"Holy shit," Chris said, and followed Justin.

It hit Joey. He stared in the rearview mirror.

Justin and Chris scrambled towards the back of the van. They crouched on the first bench, peeking over it to see Lance and JC.

Joey glanced at the road and looked back again. He couldn't see anything. Shit!

Chris bit his tongue to keep from moaning.

Justin couldn't stare any harder.

A horn blared. Joey snapped back to attention.

Chris whimpered.

Justin licked his lips.

Joey craned his neck.

Chris panted.

Justin tucked his hands under his thighs to keep from touching.

Another horn. The van swerved.

"Shit!" JC and Lance grabbed each other to keep from falling. They looked up to see Chris and Justin's fascination.

"Joey!" Lance said.

"Sorry," Joey said.

"No, no, keep going," Chris said.

"That near-death experience killed the mood," Lance said.

"No, it didn't," Justin said.

"It really didn't," Chris said. "You still want JC, don't you?"

"Joey, do you want me to drive?" JC asked.

"Joey wants you to get under Lance again," Chris said.

"He really does," Justin agreed.

JC kissed Lance and went to sit in the front with Joey.

Lance went back to sleep.

Disappointed, Chris sat with Justin and looked at the hard-on bulging the front of Lance's jeans.

Chris and Joey played catch with a koosh ball.

Justin and Chris rapped about the scenery.

Justin peed by the side of the road.

Joey coaxed Lance into the back and gave him a blowjob.

"We need to stop," Chris said.

"Stop what?" Justin asked.

"To rest," Chris said. "Have you heard of a hotel?"

"We're not stopping," Lance said.

"Didn't we already go over this a hundred times?" Joey asked.

"At least," Justin said.

"We're not stopping," Lance said.

"One night," Chris said. "I'm going nuts in here."

"I didn't notice," Justin said.

"Seem the same to me," Joey agreed.

"I hate these seats, I hate being confined in here, the whole place reeks of Joey's bananas-"

"They're good for you," Joey said.

"Potassium," Justin said.

"I'm going to throw up," Chris said.

"Not on me," Justin said.

"Not in here," Lance said.

"Look, you want to stop somewhere?" JC asked.

Everyone looked at everyone else.

"Next time I see a sign for a hotel, we'll pull off," JC said. "Whoever looks crappiest can go in and get a room."

"A room?" Justin repeated.

"One room?" Joey asked.

"Joey can do it," Lance said.

"Thanks," Joey said. "Chris is the PR guy."

"I think you'd be better," Lance said.

"Yeah," Justin said.

"You're firing me?" Chris asked.

"Joey's more...normal than you are," Justin said.

"Joey's a regular guy," Lance said.

"I'm normal," Chris said.

"Set me straight here," Justin said. "One room?"

"We're just crashing," JC said.

"No, we need two rooms," Chris said. "One for us, and one for Mr. Timberlake."

"One for Justin, one for JC, and one for us," Joey said.

"No, one for Justin, one for JC, and the three of us can stay in the van," Chris said.

"That sounds about right," Lance said.

"I hate you," Justin said.

Joey got them a room.

They crashed. Lance and JC in one bed; Justin, Chris, and Joey in the other bed.

Joey ran down to the van and grabbed the rest of their food. They slept some more.

Chris was in the shower. Joey was brushing his teeth. Justin was watching TV. Justin glanced to the other bed. Did a double-take.

Joey almost choked on his toothbrush when Justin grabbed him. Justin reached into the shower and hustled Chris out.

Joey was foaming at the mouth. Chris was wet and clutching a towel. Justin crouched on the floor, tilting his head to one side.

Chris lost his breath. Joey licked the toothpaste from his lips, slowly. Justin gaped. Chris tried to bunch the towel to cover his erection. Joey's thumb stroked the handle of his toothbrush. Justin moaned.

Lance rolled JC to his back.

Joey's gaze traced the contours of Lance's ass. He wanted to climb on top and-

JC said Lance's name, arching.

Chris's jaw dropped.

Justin dared to touch the bedframe.

Lance groaned, shuddering with satisfaction at the tight clutch of JC's ass. He thrust in deeper, and JC moved beneath him, encouraging.

Oh, god. He was in. Lance was in. Joey's balls hurt.

Chris wondered, for the three thousandth time, what that was like. To fuck JC. To be fucked by Lance. It had to be incredible. To be in JC like that.

Lance thrust faster, hiking JC's legs over his shoulders.

Joey remembered Lance's soft, deep kisses. Lance's cock hard and hot in his mouth.

Justin crept closer. His fingers grazed the sheet falling towards the floor.

JC's hand curled around his cock.

Chris's tongue wanted that cock.

Lance stopped to kiss JC.

Justin could have touched Lance's hand. It was right there. Lance had picked up a gorgeous tan. Justin wanted to touch him. Had to touch him.

Lance fucked harder.

JC came.

Chris grabbed his erection through the towel.

Lance came.

JC's legs relaxed.

Lance kissed JC again.

Justin touched Lance's wrist.

Startled, Lance looked over and saw the three of them.

JC hid his face in Lance's shoulder. Ran his hand through his hair. Looked. "Hi, guys."

Justin withdrew his fingers.

Lance pulled out of JC. JC rubbed his arm and kissed his chest. Lance looked at the others.

"Shower," Chris remembered.

"I was," Joey began, and faltered.

"Cold shower," Chris decided. The two of them returned to the bathroom.

Justin didn't want to go.

JC was driving. Lance was the co-pilot.

Chris tapped the window and watched traffic. Special tinted windows; they could see out, but no one could see them. Like they were spies. Yeah. Special Agent Kirkpatrick.

The only thing he wanted to spy on was JC and Lance.

They all screwed around. Got each other off. But JC and Lance had made...a relationship out of it. Something.

Chris loved JC and Lance and Justin and Joey. They were his closest friends. His closest anything. And he liked messing around with them. Justin was cute, Lance was pretty, Joey knew the moves, and JC was...JC. Enough said.

They limited it to handjobs, blowjobs, making out. They could call it experimenting. They could excuse it.

JC and Lance didn't stop there. They did the unmistakable stuff.

Chris wanted to put his fingers up Justin's ass. To see what it was like.

He bet Justin would like it.

"Hey," Justin said.

"What?" Joey asked.

"JC owes Chris a blowjob."

"What?"

"That's right!" Chris said. "He does! JC owes me a blowjob! That's it, pull over," he said, opening his fly.

"I'm a little busy," JC said.

"That was your excuse last time," Chris said.

"I'll drive," Lance said. JC looked at him; he nodded. JC pulled over and crawled to the back.

Chris felt like Lance had given them permission. That made him feel better. And resentful. And guilty. JC wasn't Lance's boyfriend or lover or significant other. If JC wanted to mess around with Chris, that was up to JC. Lance didn't own anybody.

Chris sat in the very back, on the end of the bench near the aisle. JC squeezed in and crouched down in front of him, back to the sliding door.

Justin and Joey watched.

Lance drove.

Chris wasn't used to people watching. He concentrated on JC. He came fast.

JC was driving.

Lance was putting in someone's La Bouche CD.

Joey was leaning over the front seat and feeding JC French fries.

"Did you know Justin has hair on his chest?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Lance said, starting the CD.

"He has hairy forearms."

"You got a point, or you just like to talk about my body hair?" Justin asked.

"And bushy eyebrows."

"Yeah, well, you..."

Joey glanced over at them.

Chris waited.

"You..." Justin struggled.

The tip of JC's tongue licked salt from Joey's finger. Joey swallowed and tried not to moan or anything. He wondered if it had been intentional. He wondered if Lance had noticed.

"At least I'm cute," Justin said.

Lance looked over his shoulder at them.

Chris frowned.

"What?" JC asked, picking up on quiet tension. He'd been busy eating and driving.

"Justin announced that he's cute," Lance said. "Since it wasn't a startling new piece of information, I take it to mean that Chris is not cute."

"Justin." JC's eyes found Justin in the rearview mirror.

"I'm not cute," Chris said. "I'm sexy."

"Big difference," Joey agreed.

"What're you?" Justin asked Joey.

"Handsome," Joey said.

"I'll buy that," Chris said.

"Kiss and make up," Joey told Chris and Justin. They threw their arms around each other in a dramatic reunion, then shared a mock-passionate kiss.

They kept kissing.

Justin started to make aroused noises.

Chris unhooked his seatbelt, then Justin's.

"We're going on a bear hunt."

"Going on a bear hunt," Justin and Joey chorused, slapping their thighs in rhythm.

"Shut up," Lance groaned.

"We're gonna catch a bear."

"Gonna catch a bear."

"Shut. Up," Lance repeated.

JC changed lanes.

Chris glared at the back of Lance's seat.

Justin and Joey waited for their cue.

Chris put his hands together, palms cupped. "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee-"

Justin and Joey joined in. "Won't my mommy be so proud of me..."

"Shut up!"

"Chris, do you want to drive?" JC asked.

Chris drove.

JC slept in a bucket seat behind Chris.

Justin played co-pilot.

Joey gave Lance a back massage.

Chris decided to be a race car driver.

Justin put his hands over his eyes.

Joey kissed Lance's neck.

Lance turned around and let Joey kiss his mouth.

JC slept.

"If I was down-"

"If I were down," Lance muttered.

"Fuck you," Chris said. "Justin, keep going."

"Let JC sing," Justin said.

"No, you go," JC said.

"It's that time of year, Christmas is here, everybody's back together again."

Everybody looked at Joey.

"That's my line," Justin said.

"You weren't singing it," Joey said.

"It's not Christmas," Lance said.

"It's July," Chris said.

"It's August," JC said.

"That's what I said," Chris said.

"Are we there yet?" Justin asked.

"Are you in love?" Joey asked.

Nobody moved.

Chris looked around the van to make sure he was still there.

"What?" JC asked.

"You. And Lance. Are you in love?"

Lance looked at JC.

JC looked at Lance.

"Watch the road," Chris said, and climbed over the first benchseat to the back of the van.

"Are we in love?" JC asked.

"With each other?" Lance asked.

They looked at each other again.

"Yes."

Chris glared out the window.

"Should I not screw around with you, then?" Joey asked. "I don't want to disrespect-"

"It's okay," JC said. "You can still play with us, if you want."

"What?" Justin asked.

"Don't try to talk him out of it," Joey told Justin. "What, you don't want Lance to blow you anymore?"

"Joey, shut up," Justin said.

"What?" Joey asked.

"You all suck!" Chris yelled from the back of the van.

Lance held up one hand, middle finger extended.

JC tried not to laugh.

"We're behind schedule," Lance said.

"Admit it," Justin said. "We've been in hell for months."

"How much do we have to make up?" JC asked Lance.

"With no shocks," Justin added.

"Half a day," Lance said.

"And shit-ass music," Justin said.

"Half a day?" JC asked.

"What are you going on about?" Lance asked Justin.

"How long have you two been in love?" Justin asked.

Joey looked up from Chris's book.

"I don't know," Lance said.

"If I let you screw me, would you love me, too?" Justin asked.

"I do love you," JC said.

"I mean, would you be in love with me," Justin said.

"I am," JC said.

Silence.

"Oh." Justin sat back in his seat.

"Turn it up! Turn it up!" Chris lunged forward, attacking the van's stereo.

"Are you trying to cause an accident?" Lance asked, fending off Chris.

"Hot Chocolate! Strip!" Chris shouted, going to the first benchseat and bouncing.

"Who, me?" Justin asked.

"Everybody!" Chris was all over the van.

"You sexy thing," Joey said, nudging Justin.

"Where did you come from, baby? How did you know I needed you?"

Whoa. Everybody looked at JC.

"How did you know I needed you so badly? How did you know I'd give my heart gladly?"

Lance was grooving beside JC.

Justin pulled off his shirt and twirled it around on his finger.

Chris tried to lap dance for Joey.

JC drummed on the steering wheel, singing.

"I'm sexy," Justin said.

Chris hit Justin in the back of his head with a pencil.

"JC's sexy," Justin said.

Joey tried to find a more comfortable place for his feet.

"We're sexy things," Justin decided.

Chris made faces behind Justin's back.

Lance turned up the stereo to drown out Justin.

"I wonder how you know you're in love," Joey said.

"She can't cook, and you still like 'er," Chris said.

"Water?" Justin asked.

Joey tossed him a bottle.

"I wonder how you know you're lost," JC said.

"We're not lost," Lance said.

"If we end up in Wyoming by accident, we'll forgive you, Lance," Chris said.

"We are not lost," Lance repeated.

"I could be in love right now," Joey said.

"With Lance or JC?" Justin asked.

"Either one of them. Both of them," Joey said.

"Joey, you slut," Chris said.

JC put his hand back over his seat. Joey kissed his fingers.

"You're in love with them?" Justin asked. "You weren't two minutes ago."

"I'm saying, I could be. I could have been," Joey said. "I'm probably in love with you, too."

"Me, too," Chris said. "I wasn't in love with Joey yesterday, because he kept taking my seat, and he snored. But I love him today. Tomorrow, maybe I'll love JC, if he's having a good hair day."

"Shut up," Lance said.

"We're all best friends," Justin said. "We're not..."

"JC is," Joey said. "Why can't we be?"

"JC's what?" JC asked.

"In love with all of us," Lance said.

"Oh." JC nodded. "Yeah." He scratched his nose.

"Are you?" Joey asked Lance.

"What do you think?" Lance asked.

"Lance," Joey said.

Lance shrugged.

"It's a yes or no question," Chris said.

"There's the exit," Lance told JC.

"I thought we were lost," Justin said.

Lance drove.

Chris played co-pilot.

JC slept across the back bench seat.

Justin watched JC sleep.

Joey put his finger to his lips. Justin waited. Joey reached over and, millimeter by millimeter, unzipped JC's fly.

Justin made sure Lance wasn't looking.

Joey slipped his fingers inside JC's jeans, then inside the fly of JC's underwear. He stroked soft skin.

"Joe, get your hand out of my pants," JC said, opening his eyes briefly.

Chris looked over his shoulder.

Justin put his hand over JC's mouth.

Joey's left hand unbuttoned JC's fly, creating more room; his right hand wrapped around JC's cock, stroking.

"What are you doing?" Lance asked, looking in the rearview mirror to see Joey and Justin leaning over the bench seat.

"Nothing," Chris answered for them, fussing with the map.

JC's breath came hot and fast over Justin's hand.

Joey's toes curled.

JC raised his hips, pulling down his jeans and underwear to mid-thigh, granting Joey easier access.

Justin chewed on his lip.

Joey's fingers teased JC's balls.

JC bent his knees and looked up into Joey's eyes.

Justin held his breath.

Joey's index finger found that secret place. Rubbed against it.

JC was panting against Justin's hand.

Joey's finger pressed against the muscle. Popped inside. Dry and tight.

JC stretched. He wanted more.

Justin humped the back of the seat a little, for friction. He wanted to come. Joey was touching JC. JC liked it.

"What are you doing?" Lance asked again.

Justin didn't have a voice to answer.

Joey switched to his middle finger and moved it around some, trying to get JC off.

JC's hips bucked.

Justin gasped.

"Is anybody else horny?" Chris asked.

"What?" Lance asked.

"I feel horny," Chris said. "My libido's all revved up."

JC invited Joey to give him more.

Joey, sweating in the air-conditioned van, would have given the world to climb over the seat and get his dick in JC.

Justin, caring less and less what it looked like, pulled down the center armrest and straddled it.

"What are you doing back there?" Lance demanded.

JC moaned behind Justin's hand.

"Justin's taking out the armrest," Chris said, looking.

"What?" Lance looked in the rearview mirror. "Justin!"

Joey whispered, faint and choked, "JC, can I..."

JC's hand slid down between his thighs, covering Joey's, and pushed Joey's finger deeper. He held Joey's hand there, rocking his hips, tightening his muscles.

Justin came.

JC jacked himself to completion.

Justin was moaning and trying to say something.

Chris sniffed.

Joey pulled his finger free and tried to mop up JC.

"Who came?" Chris asked.

"Nobody," Joey said, voice cracking.

Justin sagged in his seat.

Lance checked the time.

They'd get there soon enough.

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