His high school yearbook, an old journal, cassette tape after cassette tape, pictures of old friends.

"Hey! A NKOTB tape," he yelled.

"Wha?" Chris said. "New Kids?"

"Yup." Joey said, putting the tape aside. "I used to think that Donnie was hot."

"Huh?" Chris said, and put the book he was reading down. He walked over and sat next to Joey, putting his arm around him.

Chris picked the tape up and examined it like a foreign object. "I hated tapes. Records were so much better," he said.

Joey was still rummaging through the box. "Do you remember that parody 'New Kids got run over by a reindeer?" he asked.

"No."

Joey bopped Chris in the arm. "You don't remember it?" he said. "Really? They played it all the time on the radio one year."

Chris said nothing and instead pulled out a crystalline statue of Jesus out of the box. "Joey, what's this?" he asked. "It's weird looking."

"Somebody gave it to me when I stopped going to church," he said.

"And you kept it?"

"Yeah. I don't know why. Maybe I thought it would bring me luck."

Chris put it back in the box. He stood up, knees cracking softy, and streched as if he'd been sitting too long. "Joey, I think you've been messing with that stuff long enough." he said, and offered a hand for Joey to grab.

"You got better things to do in mind?" Joey asked. He took Chris' hand and was pulled up into a tight embrace.

"Yep. Definitely better things." Chris said. He kissed Joey lightly on the chin, then more fiercely kissed Joey's mouth.

Joey opened his mouth, letting tongue and heat fill the empty space. Chris' tongue was licking a repeated figure eight into the roof of Joey's mouth.

Chris pulled his mouth away, but ground his hips into Joey's. "Should we go to the bedroom?" he asked.

Joey hadn't opened his eyes. "No," he said, and lapped at Chris' neck. "Right here will be fine."

Chris' hand pried between them and undid Joey's pants. He slid them down and found no boxers underneath. "Tease," Chris whispered, as his hands grabbed at Joey's ass.

"What?" Joey said, trying to act all innocent even while his penis bobbed happily erect against Chris' stomach.

Chris pulled off his shirt, then Joey's, and pulled them closer to the couch. Joey nearly tripped, his pants still around his ankles. "Pants suck," he muttered and worked on getting Chris out of his.

They fell back on the couch and without warning, Joey took most of the length of Chris' penis in his mouth.

Chris moaned and placed a hand on Joey's cheek, feeling his penis moving inside. He opened his mouth to ask for more, but the words became caught behind his gritted teeth.

Joey felt Chris coming too close and released his penis. He pushed Chris' hips up and took one side of Chris scrotum in his mouth, gently wetting it and lightly moving his tongue around it.

"Joey, please," Chris finally said. His eyes half shut in a euphoric haze.

Joey let go of Chris' testicle, and kissed at his thigh. "Please what?" he asked.

Chris' eyes widened. "Do whatever you want to me," he said, thudding his head against the cushion.

Joey smiled and continued kissing his thigh. He moved up and behind Chris' sack and licked at the space before is anus. Hearing moans of appreciation, he slid his tongue into the small hole, allowing saliva to drip down his tongue.

Chris pushed Joey away momentarily, barely able to contain his approaching orgasm. "I want you inside me," he said. He moved towards Joey and sucked the head of his penis. He made sure to coat the length of Joey with saliva -- they made love often enough, but not enough to do it dry.

He pulled away and laid back down, allowing Joey to kneel between his legs. Joey's penis moved towards the entrance, and Chris tried to relax.

He felt a hot burning sensation and the head pushed past the taut ring of muscle. Joey slid in somewhat easily, but Chris still wrinkled his face in pain. His body relaxed again and Joey took it as a sign to begin gliding in and out.

Joey felt like he was in the clouds. Mary Poppins had nothing on him at that moment. Joey smirked at the thought of holding a parasol while having sex. He felt a building up in his groin and knew he was almost there.

Chris had grabbed his penis and was stroking gently, waiting for the familiar warmth of Joey releasing his seed in him. Chris' hand sped up as Joey moaned louder. The hot trickle of sperm in his ass and pressure on his prostate sent Chris over the edge.

Joey pulled out of Chris and wrapped his arms around his waist. Chris kissed Joey's head and hummed the first chorus to "The Right Stuff."

"Yeah, love the way you turn me on," Joey said, sighing and placing kisses in Chris' navel.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/3/00 with the words Mary Poppins, parody, NKOTB, figure eight, conundrum, crystalline.