Pairing: Justin and Joey
Words: lilac; measles; abysmal; cube


Joey does drink too much sometimes.  When he's out partying and
having a good time.  It's never irresponsible -- he never drinks
and drives, and he's pretty good about not drinking and fucking.

Also, he's fairly sure he didn't drink last night.

So why does the guy in the mirror have lilac measles?

His first idea is to try to wash them off.  He doesn't remember
anyone painting measles on him, and he doesn't remember drinking
either, as an excuse for someone being able to do so.

But the measles are raised up.  And, when he checks, there's a
couple more.  Under his armpits and around his groin.

Joey does the only sensible thing.  He goes back to bed.

"Joey?  Joey, where are you?" Justin yells from the front door. 
He's pretty sure this is the day he's supposed to meet Joey for
lunch.

There's no answer.

Justin finally makes his way around the house, eventually finding
Joey in his bed.  "Dude.  Get up!" Justin yells, jumping up and
down on the unoccupied portion of the mattress.

"G'way," Joey growls, rolling over, pulling the covers with him.

Justin keeps jumping, moving closer to Joey's head.

Joey ignores him.

Justin finally sighs and lies down next to Joey.  "Do you not wanna
see me today?" he asks the blanketed lump.

"I'm sick," comes a rumble from under the blankets.

"Oh!  Dude.  Can I help?"

"No."  Justin hates sick people; he thinks they'll make him sick.

"Are you sure?" Justin asks.  "We're on break.  And I'm already
exposed."

"Not to this."

"What is it?"

"Nothing you've ever heard of."

"Show me," Justin insists, starting to get worried.

Joey groans and rolls over, revealing his purple-spotted face.

Justin blinks.  "Okay.  Do you have *any* idea what that is?"

Joey gives him a glare.  "*No.*"

"Okay."  Justin picks up Joey's phone and calls his mother.  "Hi,
Mom.  Joey's covered in purple spots.  They're raised.  Yeah.  Do
you have a fever?"

Joey sighs.  "No."

"No.  Do they hurt?"

"Not really."

"Not really.  Okay.  Yeah, his face and... yeah.  Okay."  Justin
hangs up.  "She says to call a doctor and ask."

"They won't know."

"Why not?  They're doctors."

Joey stares at Justin.  "Purple.  Spots.  No one has purple spots."

"Sure they do."  So Justin calls the doctor and asks.  "It's an
allergic reaction!" he announces an hour later.

"To what?" Joey asks wearily.

"Dunno.  But you should take an oatmeal bath, and I'll wash your
sheet and clothes, and it should go away."

"So they don't know."  Joey'd kill him, except Joey doesn't do that
to friends and, besides, Justin is -- probably -- trying to help.

"No, it's got to be something at the club.  Because it's never
happened before -- right?  So we wash all the contaminated things,
and it goes away."

"Justin, I didn't go out last night."

"You -- yes, you did!  I *saw* you at that place on Pleasure
Island."

"Musta been my evil twin or something, 'cause I was *here* all
night."

"No, you weren't.  I talked to you.  You were wearing that red
shirt..." Justin starts pawing through Joey's hamper for proof,
finally finding the shirt.  Clearly, this shirt has been worn. 
It's sweaty and mussed and has a drink spilled on it.  "See?"

"I spent the whole night here.  By myself.  Watching TV."

Justin frowns.  Then he calls Chris.  "Tell him you saw him."  He
hands Joey the phone.

Joey waits until he can break into the constant stream of chatter. 
"No, dude, I'm telling you.  It wasn't me.  Chris--  Chris!  Stop
singing that stupid song.  It wasn't.  I don't care how much you
think I sounded like me -- it *wasn't*.  Fine.  Whatever.  *No*, I
don't think I was abducted by aliens."  He shoves the phone back at
Justin.

"No, I don't think they'd take his body for science.  Well, yeah,
maybe that.  Bri is pretty cute.  Right.  Okay.  Bye."  Justin
hangs up.  "Anyway.  I'm gonna run you a bath and wash the sheets
and the clothes you wore to sit around your house last night.  I'll
be right back."

"I was wearing the *blue* shirt!" Joey yells after him, then starts
coughing.

Justin runs the bath and dumps a little packet of oatmeal stuff in. 
Then he goes back to help Joey.  "I'll wash everything, okay?"

"Fine," Joey says, resigned to the inevitable.  He gets up and
heads to the bathroom.  It's not that he's against his body taking
off for a little guilt-free fun -- he just wishes he'd been able to
enjoy it, too.

Justin settle Joey in the tub, then kneels down.  "I'll be back. 
Yell if you need anything, okay?"

Joey gives him an exasperated smile.  "What's gonna happen?  Go on. 
Do the laundry."

Justin scampers off, dragging the laundry down to the abysmal
laundry room and stuffing the sheets and clothes into separate
white, cube-shaped washers.  He shrugs and runs back upstairs to
put new sheets on the bed.

Chris would start screaming about the aliens and yell for Justin to
save him, then laugh when nothing happens.  Joey, however,
obediently soaps up and starts washing.

Justin returns to the bathroom after finishing the bedding.  "Doin'
okay?  Need help with your back?"

"If you want," Joey says.  "But if it's something I'm allergic to,
then you could still get it by touching me.  Or doing my laundry. 
You shoulda had gloves on or something."

"I'll use your shower later."  Justin starts scrubbing Joey's back.

As soon as Justin's hands touch Joey's skin, Joey stiffens.  It
only lasts for the briefest of moments, but as soon as it's passed,
Joey leans back into Justin's hands, smiling.  "Hey.  That feels
good, baby."

Justin beams.  "Good!"  He's extra-careful to get all of Joey's
back after that.

When Justin's done, Joey chuckles and grabs Justin's wrist.  He
turns it over, palm side up and kisses the inside.  "You wanna get
clean now?"

"Sure.  With you?"

"Oh, yeah."  Joey reels Justin in slowly.

Justin's eyes widen.  "Joey?"

"What?" Joey asks predatorily as Justin's mouth inches closer to
his.

"A-aren't you sick?"

"Why don't you come closer and examine me?"

Justin does, eyes wide.  This is Joey acting just like he did last
night.

Joey licks his lips, then leans forward and licks Justin's.

Justin goes with the flow, even when he finds himself pulled into
the tub still clothed.

Joey lets Justin's now wet body slide across his naked one.  "Oh,
yeah.  I like this.  Wanna give me an oral exam?"  He doesn't wait
for an answer, but starts tongue-fucking Justin, one hand on his
ass, the other in the middle of his back, holding him firmly.

Justin kisses back, doing what he's allowed.  And, honestly,
enjoying being controlled.

Joey laughs low in his throat as he pulls back.  "Oh, you want it,
don't you?  You want it *real* bad.  C'mon, baby, show me what you
need."

Justin stares at Joey -- stares *up* at Joey -- and tries to catch
his breath.  "Wh-what?"

The hand on Justin's ass presses down harder, forcing Justin's
groin against Joey's.  "You know you want it.  I'm thinking you
should show me just how much you want it."

"What should I d-do?"

Joey pushes up against Justin rolling his hips up.  Joey's
completely hard.  Harder than hard.  The hand on Justin's back
releases, coming up to stroke Justin's lips.  "I'm sure you could
think of something."

Justin swallows hard.  He slides back, pulling the plug carefully. 
He doesn't look at Joey's face as he doubles over to suck at Joey's
dick.  The water isn't even completely drained.  Justin's a slut.

Joey fucks Justin's throat lazily, one hand now on his head,
controlling the depth.  "Yeah, I always knew you'd get on your
knees for it.  Probably want to be fucked from behind with your
wrists tied -- no, held -- above your head, while you can't do
anything about it except get beautiful tears in your eyes.  But
you'd come at the end, wouldn't you?  Because you're just that hot
for it."

Justin closes his eyes and guiltily listens to Joey's words.  This
isn't so hard, the blowjob thing.  Justin's only done it a couple
times, but with Joey, it's easier.  All he has to do is keep his
teeth out of the way and remember to breathe when he can.

Joey laughs and doesn't come.  He pushes Justin away from his cock. 
"You want that?  You want that now, don't you?"

Justin makes a tiny sound as he nods, eyes fixed on Joey's cock.

"Then I'll give it to you."  Joey stands up and gets out of the
tub, dripping wet and not caring.  "Get out.  Take your pants
down."

Justin does, shivering as the sodden fabric falls away.

Joey smiles, and spins Justin, pushing him up against the wall. 
One hand grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head.  He puts a
knee between Justin's, forcing his legs apart and then, with his
other hand, works himself into him.  "You're tight.  Don't get
fucked much, do you?  Not many people you trust to do it the way
you need it, hmm?"

Justin can't stop himself from crying out.  It hurts.  But it feels
so *gratifying* somehow, to be used.  He shivers and takes it --
and gets so hard he aches.

Joey fucks Justin hard, but without coming.  He's working him over
as thoroughly as he can without crossing over the edge himself.  He
sets his teeth into the back of Justin's neck and bites down.  He
lets go to say, "You know this is all you need.  Come," then bites
down again.

Justin comes, splattering the wall.  He's crying, just like Joey
said he would.  Crying and coming, aching and loving it.

Joey finishes fucking Justin, never letting go of his hands, in a
slow show of possession.  When he comes, he lets go all at once,
pulling out of Justin's body and releasing his hands all at once,
leaving Justin limp to manage as he can.

Justin slips sideways, clinging to the edge of the shower to stay
upright.

Joey blinks.  Then a look of shock passes over his face and he
kneels down.  "Justin?  Are you all right?  What are you doing? 
Did you slip?"  He helps Justin up.

"J-Joey?" Justin asks.  "Y-you."  He looks at Joey in shock.  "What
do you remember?" he asks, terrified of the answer.

Joey sets Justin back on his feet.  "I was taking a bath, and then
I... well, obviously I got out, and you must've slipped while you
were getting undressed to take your shower."

Justin closes his eyes.  "I'm fine.  I just stubbed my toe.  You
should go lay down, if you're blacking out."

"You're sure you're okay?  Not gonna faint or anything and hit your
head?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay."  Joey grabs a towel and heads out into the bedroom.

Justin climbs into the shower and turns the hot all the way up.  He
has to burn the feel off of his body.  Because it was too good, and
Joey clearly doesn't want him.  It was a mistake.  Justin scalds
himself, but knows he'll never be clean again.  He's broken alone. 
The tears on his cheeks are cooler than the water.

****

Lance stretches lazily in bed.  There's violet bumps on his feet. 
He pays no attention to them, and picks up the phone.

"Chris?  Hey, I think you should come over.  Yeah, you should.  I
know you've always wanted to have me, and now's your chance."