Pairing: Justin and Joey
Words: earthy; dizzy; obsequious; temporary insanity


"See, it's all Chris' fault.  He did it to JC and now he's doing it
to me."  Justin's eyes widen.  "Dude.  I bet he did it to Lance,
too!"

"Did what?"

"Pay attention!  He turned us gay!"

"He did?" Joey asks, idly rubbing his hand up Justin's bare leg. 
"Huh."

Justin rolls his eyes and shoves the book back under Joey's nose. 
"Look what it says right there.  It clearly says that people who
write their lowercase Gs so that they look like 8s are gay!"

Joey glances at the book.  "Read it out loud to me, I don't have my
glasses."  He shifts against Justin's back, breathing in the earthy
smell of post-sex Justin.

"Hmph."  Justin reads it.  "There's a picture of the lowercase G,
and then it says, 'In a woman's handwriting, a G that resembles a
figure 8 indicates that she possesses homosexual tendencies.'"

"So.  Only *girls* who write like that *can* be gayish.  Right?"

"No way.  It means both.  And besides.  Look!"  Justin gestures at
their bodies.  "What else could it mean?  I was so totally straight
until Chris tricked me into writing Gs like that 'cause he said
that it meant you were smart and artistic.  And JC does them, so I
figured, y'know.  I should do it too."

Joey grins.  "D'you do everything that JC does?"

"No-- um, what?"  Justin gives Joey a wild-eyed look.  He'd jumped
out of bed to grab the book, and the sheer overwhelming nature of
the temporary insanity he and Joey had just engaged in and Chris'
treachery make him dizzy.

"I asked if you do everything JC does," Joey repeats, turning onto
his back.

"Like what?"

"Well, you write like he does.  You wear sparkly clothes like he
does."  Joey looks up at Justin.  "I think you should come back to
bed and sex me up, like C did.  Only, y'know, Timberlake style."

Justin backs up.  "Dude, you're acting really gay.  Can I, like,
get a writing sample?"

"My Gs have always looked like 8s."  Joey shrugs.  "Come back to
bed and I'll show you."

"I thought you said that only worked with women."

Joey shrugs and frowns.  "Dude.  Just... come over here."

Justin goes, settling down gingerly.  "What?"

Joey curls up around Justin.  "Now.  Is it so bad?  Being gayish?"

"It's not about the whole good-bad thing.  It's about Chris turning
me gay."

"So.  We can turn him gay back," Joey says, sneaking a hand into
Justin's lap.  Seems fair to me."

Justin eeps and lets his head fall back against Joey's chest.  "We
can do that?"

"Sure we can," Joey says, kissing Justin.  "We'll just need Lance's
help."

"Why Lance?  He's an obsequious bastard."

"Because he's also very hot.  And Chris wants him."

"Um, if Chris wants him, doesn't that make Chris gay already?"

"No, that makes Chris in *denial*," Joey says, starting to explore
Justin's body.  Again.

"Joey?" Justin asks as Joey lays him back onto the bed.

"Hmm?" Joey asks, lowering his face to Justin's chest.

"Am I in denial?"

"Are you interested sexually in at least one man?" Joey asks in
turn.

Justin rolls his eyes.  Then his hips.  "Duh."

"Are you gay or bisexual?" Joey asks before putting his mouth over
Justin's cock.

"I'm whatever that means I get to come."

"Then, no.  Not in denial," Joey responds, lifting his head.  He
grins up at Justin for just long enough to make the other man
whine, then goes back to getting him off.

Justin whimpers deep in his throat and wonders if maybe he
shouldn't thank Chris instead of wreaking vengeance on him.