// mfeo //

"Tell me why I agreed to this again?" muttered Chris, as Britney brushed some strong-smelling goop into his hair.

"Blowjob," she replied, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. Chris beamed.

"Ah yes, that's right. Very kind of you too, I must say."

She whapped him with the hairbrush. "Not me, you idiot-- my boyfriend." She waved a hand in the direction of Justin who was sitting engrossed in the latest copy of Cosmo. "Justin?"

He looked up at the sound of his name. "Hunh?"

"Your man's getting fidgety." Britney finished brushing Chris' hair and reached across to set a small timer sitting on the bedside table. "Twenty minutes should do it. Can you sit still for that long?"

"I can't do anything for that long," smirked Chris. "Unless of course, it's related to the whole blowjob thing, because I think--"

"Too much information!" Britney shrieked, clapping her hands over her ears, as she left the room.

Justin looked up from his Cosmo and snickered.

***

"You have a very understanding girlfriend," remarked Chris, as he looked down at Justin, who was kneeling at his feet, wiping his mouth. "Hey! It's The Human Beatbox!," he added, with a raised eyebrow.

Justin grinned. "Yeah, Brit's cool. It's in her contract to be understanding."

"Well, of course it is," smiled Chris, "and she goes above and beyond the call of duty."

"No, it really is written in there," said Justin, as he got to his feet. "Seriously. Page twenty-three or something. She showed me once."

Chris blinked as he absorbed the information. "Wow. Does it mention the word 'beard' in there as well?"

"Page forty-five," said Justin, and laughed as Chris' jaw dropped open. "I'm kidding, dude. Now do up your pants."

"If people only knew," mused Chris as he zipped himself up, and pulled Justin down beside him on the bed. "What would they say?"

"Some people do know," Justin replied, as he curled up next to Chris. "Haven't you heard of the internet?"

Chris looked at him. "Yeah....and...?"

"How about slash?."

"The guy from Guns and Roses?" said Chris, puzzled. "He's gay? Well, that explains his hair, I suppose-"

Justin poked Chris in the ribs. "No. I mean slash fiction. About us. About us having sex. Lance showed me some once. He loves reading that shit."

Chris was silent for a moment. "People write that?"

"Yeah. And it's actually pretty good, too. You're usually a pretty funny guy. And I'm great in bed. Everyone loves me --especially you. And sometimes JC, too. Though apparently he's only in it for the kinky sex."

"Fucking Chasez and his 'oh, no-one will know it's a cockring' speech", snorted Chris. "I told him no one would be fooled by the bracelet story." He leaned in and kissed Justin, running a hand down his body, fingers dipping below the waistband of his jeans.

"Don't forget the blindfolds," Justin said as he helped Chris unfasten his pants. "He insisted on wearing the one that said 'top' for the video."

"So, you and I, huh?" Chris was amused. His hand closed around Justin's cock and started to pump gently.

"Yup. We're known as Timbertrick. We're MFEO."

Chris snickered. "We sound like a dodgy hardware store. And I don't even want to know what MFEO stands for." His tongue traced a trail across Justin's jaw, and then down along the soft warm skin of his throat. "Or, okay. Maybe I do."

Justin closed his eyes and rocked his hips upwards to match Chris' strokes.

"Made for each other," he said softly.

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