// making it work //

"Woah," says Justin, when he walks into the room and sees JC sprawled all over Chris. "I mean, c'mon guys. I'm seeing a lot of naked here. Put some clothes on, wouldya?"

Chris' head pokes out from under JC's elbow. "When did you become such a prude?" He points to a pile of rumpled clothing on the floor. "Pass me those. I'm kinda...stuck here."

"Hmmm," JC agrees sleepily. "Me too."

Justin rummages through the clothes, picking out a t-shirt and pants and tossing them at Chris. "But, you and C? When did this happen?" He wrinkles his nose. "No-one ever tells me anything, I swear."

"It just kinda happened now." Chris' voice is muffled as he pulls the t-shirt on over his head. "It wasn't planned or anything." He frowns as he looks at the sparkly pink blossoms embroidered all over it, pulls the shirt off again and nudges JC. "This is yours, C."

"Mmmm." JC reaches up to take the shirt off Chris, and wraps it around his head. "Thanks, man."

"It just happened? What kind of excuse is that?"

Chris' voice is indignant. "It's not an excuse, J. It's the truth. We were horny, we had sex. The end." He tries to wrestle his leg into the pants Justin threw to him, but fails miserably. "Hey, C. Hey."

"Mmmphwargh?"

"These are yours too. Here." He wriggles out from under JC, and drapes the pants over his head. "J, pass me my clothes this time. It shouldn't be too difficult for you. And hey, here's a clue -- they're the ones that don't belong to JC."

Justin flips him off. "For someone who just got laid, you're really kinda cranky." He holds the remaining t-shirt and pants out to Chris, who snatches them from him.

"I'm cranky because my routine has been upset." Chris pulls his pants on, and starts to button the fly. "I was supposed to have sex with Lance." He points to JC, who's still curled up on the couch, naked parts of him sticking out underneath the clothes draped over him. "And so was C, apparently. But according to Bass, he was 'busy'. So, we uh, improvised."

"Twice," mumbles JC, from under his tshirt. "Almost three times. But then Chris got a cramp, so we had to stop."

Chris shrugs. "Yeah, well. Lance isn't quite as bendy as you. I was totally out of my element."

"Ok, ok." Justin plugs his ears and hums loudly. "I so don't really need to be hearing this, thanks." He watches Chris finish dressing. "So, lemme get this straight -- you and C had sex with each other just because Lance was busy?"

Chris nods as he puts on his shoes. "Yup. That's about the sum of it."

"Well, ok then. So it's not a regular thing?"

"Regular? No. It just happened, J. What's your point?"

"My point?" Justin laughs. "My point is. Um. A one-off is good, because. Well, because, just the idea of you and C, man. It'd never work."

"I know," says Chris, at the same time JC says, "Why not?"

"I mean, of course not," says JC, just as Chris says, "Well, who says it wouldn't?"

Justin looks at the both of them and snickers. "My point exactly."

"Huh." Chris shrugs. "Whatever."

"Yeah, " JC echoes. "Whatever, man."

"Freaks," mutters Justin, as he leaves the room. He pauses for a moment, and sticks his head back round the doorframe. "Oh yeah. I know what Lance was busy doing. Y'know. In case y'all were wondering."

Chris rolls his eyes. "So enlighten us, babyboy. What was Bass doing?"

Justin grins happily. "He was doing me."

***

JC opens his front door, and there's Chris, beaming at him. "Hi. Lance is busy again. Wanna have sex?"

"Well, I was about to make popcorn and watch Judge Judy, but um. Sure. Sex sounds good."

"I knew I could count on you," Chris says. "So, you called him too, right?"

"Yeah. You know what he said? 'Sorry, C. Way too busy. You could make a booking, though'. I mean...a booking?That fucker." JC steps aside, and Chris walks in, handing him a brown paper bag on the way past. JC takes it, and eyes it cautiously. "Uh...what's this?"

"Huh?" Chris looks up from unbuckling his pants. "Oh, that. It's a tuna sandwich."

"I don't like tuna sandwiches."

"Well, good, because it's mine. I'm hungry."

"So why'd you give it to me then?"

Chris sighs. "Because I'm trying to get naked here, C. I mean, really. Help a guy out, wouldya?" He strips off his t-shirt, then holds out his hand. "C'mon, give it back."

"You're gonna eat it now?"

"Well, yeah." Chris shrugs. "You mind?" JC shakes his head, so Chris flops down onto the couch and takes a bite. "S'good," he mumbles. "Sure you don' wan' some?"

"Popcorn," JC replies, and wanders off to the kitchen. "Unless you want the sex first?" he calls back over his shoulder.

Chris takes another bite of his sandwich and grabs JC's remote control. "No, I'm good." He flips through a few stations, pausing briefly on a documentary about women surfers. There's no nudity, so he keeps on going. "So, what else'd Lance tell you when you called him?" he calls out towards the kitchen.

"Just that he's fully booked." JC's voice drifts out. "For a week. A week, man. Fucking Timberlake." His voice gets closer, and Chris looks up to see him standing there holding a huge bowl of popcorn. "Oh, and. You won't believe this. I mean, man. The nerve."

"What?" Chris shifts over a little so JC can sprawl out beside him.

"Joey's in on the action now, too." JC holds the bowl out to Chris, who grabs a handful. "He's flying Lance out to NYC for booty calls." He shakes his head. "I think he even chartered a private jet."

"Dude." Chris chews his popcorn thoughtfully. "Joey too, huh? I bet Lance hooked him with that tongue thing he does."

JC gasps. "The tongue thing?"

"Mmmhmm. The tongue thing."

"You don't mean --this?" JC leans over into Chris' lap and closes his mouth around Chris' cock. Chris' eyes flicker wide open and popcorn goes flying in all directions.

"Oh fuck," he moans. "Yeah, C. That's it. The tongue thing. Oh, god." JC sits up again, and wipes his mouth thoughtfully. "Hey....hey, C. Why'd you stop? No, C. Don't stop."

"That fucker," JC says, eyes narrowed. "You know the tongue thing?"

Chris nods wildly. "Uh huh. Yeah. The tongue thing. I love the tongue thing. I was just having the tongue thing until it stopped...and now I'm missing the tongue thing." He sighs.

"Fuck." JC scowls. "I taught him that. And now he's using it against me. That bitch."

"Wow," Chris says, still breathing heavily, picking up stray bits of popcorn from his chest. "You taught him the tongue thing? Wow, C. I mean. Wow."

JC plucks a piece of popcorn from Chris' bellybutton. "Yeah. I taught him in return for that finger thing he does. I fucking love that finger thing."

"No way?" Popcorn goes flying once again as Chris sits bolt upright. "You mean this finger thing?" He grabs JC's hips, flips him over and undoes his pants in one swift movement, then snakes a finger down between his legs. JC wriggles happily, starts to giggle and then draws in a breath as Chris' finger begins to stroke him.

"Oh god, Chris....yeah. Mmmm....uh huh....oh fuck -- yeah, Chris....just like that..."

Chris frowns. "Oh, that evil, evil bitch," he mutters. "C, he's even more devious than we suspected. The finger thing?" He looks at JC, who's nodding and wriggling happily against his finger. "Yeah. That's mine. I showed him that."

"That fucker." JC leans back across Chris' lap, and nuzzles his cock again. "Did he really think he'd get away with it?" He flicks his tongue around the head, and Chris sighs happily. "Revenge, Chris. That's what we need. To get revenge."

"Oh yeah. We really should do something about-- uh. Oh god, yeah. We should. Mmmm." Chris' eyes roll back in his head as JC starts to suck in earnest. "We'll do it..uh....right after....yeah. The sex. We'll just have the sex first. Oh fuck...you're doing the tongue thing....uh..."

"Mhhmmmwragh," mumbles JC, in total agreement.

***

Chris holds the phone away from his ear and grimaces. Justin's voice continues shouting at him from an arm's length away.

"Is that Justin?" JC rolls over and frowns. "Man, he's loud." He grins. "You're loud, Justin!" he yells, and collapses in giggles.

The phone squawks indignantly in reply.

"J, J. Calm the fuck down, ok?" Chris gingerly puts the phone back to his ear. "You scream at me again, and I'm hanging up, ok?" He pauses, waiting for Justin's reply.

"Ok," Justin says. "But --"

"No buts, man. The screaming stops now."

"Whatever."

Chris doesn't need to see his face to know that Justin's pouting. He can hear it. "Ok, good. Now. Start again. What happened?"

"Lance is refusing to have sex with me. I mean. He's just. No sex, Chris. He won't have sex with me. At all."

"At all?"

"No." Justin sighs. "He keeps saying something about how his body is a temple. And how he needs to take time to worship it. What the fuck? Does that mean he's jerking off? He should be jerking me off, Chris."

Chris tries to wipe the smile off his face. "Oh? Hmm. Um. Hold on a minute, J. There's someone at the door." He buries his head in the pillow and shakes with helpless laughter.

JC pokes him. "What? What's so funny, Chris?"

"Shhh." Chris covers the mouthpiece with his hand, sits up and holds a finger to his lips. "J's a little....emotional right now. Because, um." Another snort of laughter, and he swallows it down. "Because Lance won't have sex with him. At all."

JC grins. "Noooooo. Lemme guess. His body is a temple?"

"Yes!" Chris explodes with laughter again, and throws himself down on the pillow. JC giggles and takes the phone from his hand.

"Hey Justin. It's JC."

"C? I thought I heard you before. What are you doing there?"

"Um. Y'know. Sex."

"Again? Dude, it's been months now. I thought it was just a one-off thing with you and Chris?"

JC smiles. "Well, Lance is. Y'know. Still holding out." He stifles a laugh. "Well yeah. You do know, don't you?"

Justin's voice is suspicious. "How'd you know I know?"

JC stretches out a leg and kicks Chris gently. Chris takes his foot and starts to rub it. "Well, uh. I might have sent him this book --"

"That was you? You sent him that stupid book about bodies being temples?" JC throws the phone away as Justin starts to yell again.

"Oh yeah, he's pissed," Chris says, taking JC's other foot and massaging it gently. "Sending Lance that book was truly inspired, C. How'd you know it'd work?"

JC shrugs. "I don't think it was the book as much as it was the check for $10,000 I promised him if he refused to sleep with Justin. You know Lance....he's a businessman. He knows a good deal when it hits him in the face."

"You're paying him to not sleep with Justin?" Chris grins. "C. You utterly evil bitch."

JC beams happily. "I know." He fumbles for the phone again. "J? You still there? Yeah, yeah, whatever. Want some advice? Go fuck Joey." He hits the disconnect button and tosses the phone on the floor.

"Won't Joey be too busy with Lance?" Chris asks, as JC wriggles up the bed until he's twined around Chris' body.

"Nope."

"How d'you know?"

"Because," JC replies, biting Chris' bicep gently, "Not sleeping with Joey gets Lance another ten grand. And Joey gets ten grand if he doesn't sleep with Justin."

"Wow." Chris rolls over to face JC, and leans in to kiss him, licking at the corners of his mouth. JC hums happily, and strokes Chris' jaw. "So, uh. C?"

"Mmhhmm?"

"All this money you're paying them to not sleep with each other...um. Well. Why didn't you just pay it to Lance so he'd sleep with you?"

"Justin said that you and me would never work. And I. Um. I wanted to prove him wrong." JC shrugs. "Ok, so it cost me thirty grand, but I've made damn sure you and I are the only two getting laid. And y'know." He smiles and flushes a little. "I kinda think we're good together."

"You're truly ingenious, C." Chris pulls him closer, and kisses his forehead. "Must be why I love you."

"You what?" JC stares at Chris. "I mean....you do?"

"Yeah. I do. And," Chris says, twining his fingers in JC's hair and pulling his head back gently, "there's something else you should know."

JC arches against Chris as he licks a trail along his neck. "What?"

"My love don't cost a thing," Chris grins.

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