He couldn't help it, he was curious. And it wasn't like he'd intended to eavsedrop, he was just going to knock on Joey's door when he heard moaning. And he was about to leave, thinking Joey just had some girl in there, but he could hear JC in there, periodically moaning Joey's name.
He had always pegged Joey as being idiosyncractic, but having him swing this way was simply out of control.
And, anyway, if any man should get the priviledge to be fucked by Joey Fatone, it should be him, by god. Chris Kirkpatrick -- his best friend. The one Joey kissed when he got drunk on Valentine's Day and got upset because he didn't have a Valentine.
The one whose shoulder he leaned on as they walked home from a club where no girls had been interested.
The one who was willing to do anything for him, and expect little in return.
And JC? Well, he had always been a little enigmatic when it came to his sexuality, but he didn't think it would turn into this. JC flirted with an occasional boy at a club, but never brought them back to the hotel, never even kissed them. Chris wondered how long this had been going on between his bandmates.
Chris pressed his ear to the door and could hear the faint sound of skin slapping against skin -- a sound so miniscule that Chris considered convincing himself that it wasn't happening. That maybe, just maybe this wasn't what he thought it was. Maybe Joey was giving JC a really good back rub.
But the sound of Joey yelling out as he orgasmed immediately thrust that idea out of Chris' head. Shit. This was really happening. He muttered under his breath. Slowly and gently he grabbed the doorknob and turned it, feeling it give way.
Idiots left the door unlocked, he thought as he pushed the door open and saw something he never expected and, deep in his heart, had dreaded. Joey was standing over JC, who lay on the bed -- both their penises floppy after a vigorous round of sex.
They probably wounldn't have noticed Chris' presence, had it not been for the light in the hallway that spilled into the dim room.
JC sat up and pulled the sheets around his waist. Joey, on the other hand, walked toward Chris, pushed him out, and smirked as he slammed the door in his face.
End.
Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/5/00, with the words idiosyncratic, enigmatic, out of control, floppy, miniscule.
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