"Man oh man, he's such a slob," JC whispered. "I don't know how he's ever going to pack this stuff." He rummaged through the pile of clothes on the bed. No luck.

"Hey, there's my hat!" JC plucked it off the nightstand somewhat triumphantly. "But not what I'm looking for."

After looking through Joey's bag and a pile of obviously dirty, needs-to-be-washed-immediately-before-they-get-toxic clothes, JC was about to give up. "A-ha!" he squealed inwardly . "The dresser! The last place anyone would look." He opened the top drawer and there they were, clean and folded, like a present. JC snatched them and tiptoed back out of the room.

Minutes later Joey emerged from the shower, toweled himself off, and reached into the top drawer of his dresser. "Hmmm... must be dirty. Hell, everything is dirty." He cursed silently and waded through the clothes, unsuccessfully trying to find something clean.

That night, after rehearsals, JC cornered Joey.

"I have something you want," he teased, rubbing his hand across Joey's chest.

"Oh? Something I don't already get from you on a nightly basis?" Joey quipped.

"Damn he's sexy," JC thought. "Yes," he continued. "Something else. Something you've been missing." His hands trailed down to Joey's waist and into the elastic band of his track pants.

"Really?" Joey then leaned in to whisper in JC's ear. "What do I have to do to get it?"

JC shivered with glee. "Follow me."

JC pulled Joey into his room and slammed the door. He pulled Joey to him and kissed him. Joey's mouth was more than compliant, it was begging. He reached behind JC and locked the door. JC pulled away gently and said, "What, don't want anybody to watch the show?" He pouted and batted his eyes at Joey. In response, Joey growled and attached himself to JC's lips again. JC guided them over to the bed and pushed Joey back on it, then landed on top of him with an earnest Oompf. JC peeled the slightly sweaty gray t-shirt off Joey and ran his tongue down the center of his chest, stopping at his belly button.

"Keep going, " Joey moaned.

"Got to get those pants off first, hun. Stand up."

Joey complied. With one swift yank, he was pantsed.

"Uh-oh. Somebody forgot to wear panties today!" JC scolded, but smiled widely.

"Yeah, I couldn't find any that were clean."

"No, really?" JC teased. "Maybe if you would do your laundry once in a wh--" he was cut off by Joey's lips. Soon his own shirt came up over his head. Then Joey reached for his pants.

"Wait," JC said. "Sit down on the bed." Joey looked at him curiously. "Watch."

JC had worn his favorite black break-away pants just for this moment. JC tugged and his pants came flying off, revealing royal blue superman boxers.

Joey gasped. "You took them!" He grabbed JC at the waist and slammed him on the bed. "You naughty little girl! I'm gonna have to ask you to remove them RIGHT NOW."

"Anything you say, my 'Man of Steel.'" JC giggled. He slipped the boxers off and twirled them around his head before tossing them across the room.

"Now you're gonna pay for swiping my undies," Joey said and wrapped his mouth around JC's hard cock.

"Oh, Superman, you're the greatest!" JC managed to say, between heavy breaths. Joey continued to suck, occasionally letting go of all but the head which he worked his tongue around fiercely.

JC fisted the sheets, not wanting to let go quite yet. "Stop. STOP!" he yelled. "I don't want to come yet."

"Whatever you say, Mr. panty thief." Joey sighed softly and planted soft kisses on JC's stomach.

JC held Joey's head up in his hands. "Even though I've been bad, will you still fuck me?" His eyes pleaded; Joey's cock got harder.

"Well, I don't know Joshie. Stealing my favorite boxers is a pretty big offense." He struggled to keep a straight face, but both of them burst out laughing. Joey reached toward JC's bag on the floor and came back up with a bottle of lube. He glopped some on his fingers and reached under JC, finding his tight hole.

One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Bingo. JC bucked his hips forward involuntarily.

"Ya know, Joey. If you don't stick your cock up my ass soon, I'm gonna have to keep those boxers." JC grabbed the lube and slicked an adequate amount on Joey's at-full-attention cock and guided it toward his entrance.

Joey thrust slowly at first, relishing the warmth inside JC's ass. JC whimpered. "More, more," were the only words he could get out. He grabbed at Joey's back in a desperate attempt to get his lover to go faster. Joey only went painfully slower, an evil grin spreading across is bearded face.

When JC finally relaxed, Joey bucked into him swift and hard. JC's eyes flew open, but no sound could escape from his gaping mouth. Joey leaned down, quickening his pace, and inserted a tongue into JC's surprised mouth.

"MMmm. That's better." JC finally vocalized. Joey moaned back into his mouth. JC tightened his grip on Joey, a clutch likely to leave a mark, and came screaming. Joey could feel the spasm in JC's ass, and pumped him hard a few more times before releasing his hot juice.

Joey gently lowered himself onto JC's chest and kissed at his neck. JC sighed and said, "Mmm. Faster than a speeding bullet." Joey propped his head up, frowning with his brows. "Oh, I didn't mean, um..." he blushed thinking his lover thought he meant he came to quick. "That's what your come feels like when it shoots. Faster than a speeding bullet. We're gonna have to clock it one of these days." Joey smiled forgivingly, and planted a wet mouth on JC's left nipple. JC moaned and felt Joey's cock getting hard again in his ass.

"Man of Steel, indeed." he thought.