Pairing: Joey and Chris
Words: fornicatrix; dimple; neigh; microphone


"Here," Justin says as he shoves Chris onto the bus and grabs
Lance.  "He's your problem now.  We don't wanna see him, hear from
or hear about him for at least the rest of the day.  And if you
kill him, so much the better.  C'mon, Lance."

Chris lands in Joey's lap, blinking.  "Hi."

"Hi."  Joey's hands anchor Chris's hips and he presses his hard on
against Chris's ass.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"You've got a fantastic ass."

"No, I'm pretty sure that's not it.  I'm asking why you've suddenly
turned into the Fornicatrix."

"Not really sure.  Just... so hot.  Fuck, I want you."

"This is kinda sudden, don't you think?  Aren't you even gonna buy
me flowers first?"

"No, I'm not.  I'll buy you flowers after, if you really want."

"Whoa, there, stud.  I never said I was gonna join in on the
insanity with you," Chris says as Joey starts fucking him through
his clothes.  Chris wiggles.  "C'mon, now."

"Chris, please?  Help a guy out."

"Helping a guy out involves distracting some hot chick's big mean
boyfriend by neighing at him and telling him he has cute dimples. 
It does not involve me getting fucked, thank you very much."

"You can fuck me instead," Joey offers brightly.

Chris hesitates.

"Please?  Nobody ever did before, so it'll be nice and tight."

That does it.  Chris is up out of Joey's lap like a shot.  "That--
that's just *wrong*," he says.  "You can't *do* that.  It's, it's
*mean*.  And wrong.  Very wrong."

"What is?" Joey asks, standing up also.  "Liking you enough to
offer you my ass?"

Chris backs up.  "Oh, no.  You don't get to start getting all
emotional on me.  This is about you being horny and me just sort of
being here and being easier to push around than Bass."

"No.  I did not ask Lance to have sex with me.  I didn't ask anyone
else to.  They're just all scared by the whole jerking off
constantly thing."

Chris gives him a suspicious look.  "What whole constantly jerking
off thing?"

"Dude.  I'm gonna explode if I don't.  I can't help it.  It just...
doesn't go away for long," Joey says, rubbing at his crotch.

"Uh huh.  Sure.  Yeah, right."

"Fine."  Joey sits back down and undoes his pants, starting to jerk
off yet again.

Chris watches.  He kinda has to.  It's like watching someone who
you *know* can't sing standing up to do karaoke.  You know you
should rip the microphone from their hands and bludgeon them to
death with it, but you just can't.  The horror of it all is too
fascinating.

Joey's head drops back.  He's pretty good at jerking off by now,
and it only takes about five minutes.  He pulls his hand away and
waits.  He knows he'll be hard again soon.

Chris shakes his head.  "I can't believe you just did that.  I
mean, Jayce is completely shameless and Justin *likes* an audience,
but that's cold, dude."

"You didn't believe me."  Joey gestures.  He's hard again.  "It
won't fucking leave."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Two days."

"All day and all night?"

"Yeah.  Ignoring it is a bad idea, too."

"How so?"  Somehow, Chris is getting used to Joey sitting there
with his dick out.

"I can't fucking think and I can't sleep or do anything.  I'm a
freak."

"Why do you think that, y'know, sex'll make it better?"

"Because I just want to be with someone else.  I want to not be
alone.  I'm scared.  Besides, maybe I'm just not good enough to
satisfy myself."

"So you're just guessing," Chris says, but he drifts closer.  "Why
not Lance?  The boy'd do practically anything for you."

"I don't want Lance, and Lance -- as much as he likes me -- doesn't
want *me*.  I'm not a whore, even if I am the group slut."

Chris snorts.  "Whereas I'll do just fine."

"You're not a whore."

"As in Lance is a whore, or as in you're nearly desperate enough to
go get one?"

"As in I'm not getting one, none of us are one, and I asked you
because I like you, not because I think you're easy."

"And not 'cause I just dropped in your lap, as it were?" Chris
says, sidling toward Joey, 'cause he's a guy too and he's
sympathetic to the situation, even if Joey's spinning him a line of
bull.

"I probably wouldn't have come and asked you, no," Joey admits,
"But that's just cause I don't know how to do that shit."  He puts
his hand over his dick and starts stroking again.

"Already?" Chris asks.  "Do you have any skin left on your dick?"

"Probably not."  Joey tries to bring himself off fast.  It's not
actually too difficult.

Chris leans over.  "You want I should help?" he asks, hand brushing
Joey's arm, then his forearm and settling over his fingers.

Joey bites his lip, looking at Chris.  "I don't want you to regret
it."

"You really care right now as long as you get off?" Chris asks him,
fingers replacing Joey's.

"Yes," Joey says, then whimpers because he's already pressing into
Chris's fingers.

"Uh huh, sure you do," Chris says, jerking him off.  "You keep
telling yourself that."

"Chris, please don't hate me," Joey mumbles, and then he's coming.

Chris watches just as closely this time.  Joey looks a little more
satisfied, but maybe he's ducking his head because he's ashamed of
himself or something.

"I'm sorry," Joey says, wiping Chris's fingers with the hem of his
shirt.  "I'm such a freak."

"You were gonna hold me down and do me a minute ago.  What's a
little handjob compared to that?"

Joey smiles.  "I'll cook for you, man.  I promise I'll make it up
to you."

Chris scowls at him.  "If you were telling me the truth, aren't you
gonna be horny again here in a second?"

"Yeah.  Did you wanna do me?" Joey asks, just a little hopefully.

"Hypothetically speaking?"

"Sure."

"Hell, yes."

"Well, how about actually?"

"I dunno.  Don't I seem kinda easy if I put out on the first date?"

"We've been dating for five years."

"No flowers," Chris reminds him.

"What about Valentine's Day?  I brought you a rose."

"It was dead."

"It was not.  It was a black rose."

"Dead," Chris says.  "Why are you still wearing pants?"

"Uh.  You want me not to?"

"Get with the program here, Fatone," Chris says, bouncing
impatiently, laughter in his eyes.  "Do you want me to fuck you or
not?"  The correct answer is this situation, as every member of
NSYNC knows, is, 'Get away from me, you little freak'.  However,
Joey seems to be desperate.

Joey stands and shimmies out of his clothes.  "Please."

"Only because you asked nicely.  Bed?"

"Yes, please."