Date: Fri, 06 Sep 2002 17:52:17 -0700
From: Scott Lockhart <scottiescot@hotmail.com>
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
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