// naked //

Joey walked into the room and saw JC on his bed, naked. Or...was it his room? He looked at the keycard in his hand. Yup, his room. So, maybe JC was in the wrong room.

"I'm in the right room," said JC, and Joey thought, ok, woah...when did C start reading minds?

"I can only read yours." replied JC, grinning.

Ok, thought Joey, this is a little weird.

"Not really all that weird," said JC, propping himself up on one elbow. "Just doing what you asked."

"But...I...I asked for this?" stammered Joey, and oh great, now he was blushing. Way to go Joey, way to stay cool, calm and collected when faced with a naked bandmate reclined on your bed.

"Well, not in so many words," admitted JC. "But, you know, that's where the whole mind-reading deal comes in. You have to admit thinking it a few times. Well, more than a few really." He grinned. "Joey, to be honest, when aren't you thinking about someone naked?"

Joey frowned. Okay, so he thought about nakedness a lot. More than a lot. But naked girls mostly, and really, who could blame him? Isn't that what most guys thought about?

"Yes," said JC, and Joey thought that this whole mind-reading deal was somewhat of a pain in the ass. "So I think about nakedness," said Joey. "What of it?"

JC rolled onto his back and waved one leg gracefully in the air, admiring it. "Joey, I'm not a girl."

Well hello, thought Joey, way to state the obvious, Chasez, what with your very apparent male nakedness draped all over my bed and all. Out loud he just grunted and couldn't help but grin when JC raised an eyebrow at him. "Just because I can read your mind doesn't mean the art of conversation is dead, Joey."

"I'm the strong silent type," retorted Joey, and it even sounded lame to his ears, but but hey, he wasn't gonna say that out loud.

"You don't have to," beamed JC, and then covered his face when Joey thought bad things about needles poking into sensitive areas of the body. "And there's no need to be mean," he added with a sniff. Joey waved a hand in apology.

"So, uh....why...and...how..and well, you know what I want to know." Joey sat down on the edge of the bed and nudged JC to move over and make room for him.

"It just happened," said JC, waving his hands about dramatically. "Cool, huh?"

Joey looked at him. "And just me? Just my mind? How does that work?"

JC shrugged. "I don't know. If I knew, don't you think I would have picked someone else-oh. I mean...um." He looked at Joey and grinned sheepishly. Joey pouted. "It's not that I don't think you have interesting thoughts," explained JC, with much hand-waving. "It's just that, well...someone like an artist, or a poet, or---I'm not convincing you, am I?"

Joey pouted some more. "Not at all."

"But hey! I'm naked!' said JC brightly, sitting up and bouncing a little. "And man, I know you're happy about that!"

"Well, yeah," Joey admitted. "Naked is naked, afterall."

"And you do think about naked a lot," beamed JC, poking Joey in the shoulder. "I'd know. being as i get to hear it. All the time. Like...constantly."

Joey nodded. "I never really thought about it." He grinned when he realised what he'd said. "Oh, except....I guess I do."

"You do," repeated JC. "You do."

"I don't remember thinking about you naked, though," said Joey. "I really don't." But he wouldn't look JC in the eye. Or elsewhere, because hey, naked guy, all over his bed, Still a little weirded out by that.

"Ah, denial," sighed JC. "You think about that a lot too." He patted Joey's arm.

Joey frowned. "Yeah. I mean...what? I do? "

JC ignored the question. "So, now here I am, naked. On your bed. Just like you always wanted." He flopped back onto the pillows and reached out to Joey. "Come on then. I'm all yours."

"Dude." Joey was turning all kinds of interesting shades of pink. "I mean. Dude. I--"

"Joey." JC's voice was stern and he had a determined look on his face, and well, there was that whole being naked thing. How could Joey resist? Naked was naked afterall, and yeah, maybe he had thought about walking into his hotel room and finding him lying on the bed, all ready and waiting and aroused.

JC smacked a palm against his forehead. "Aroused!" he exclaimed. "Of course. How could I forget?" He motioned to Joey's hand. "Do you want to do the honours, or shall I?"

Joey sat with his mouth open for a moment, then closed it. Then he opened it again. "I...uh....well. Um."

"Oh come on," said JC, not unkindly. "It's not like you haven't thought about that too, man. And this is your fantasy, afterall. " He grabbed Joey's hand and placed it on his cock. "I'm sure you don't need instructions. Just think aroused, ok?" Joey nodded, not trusting his voice. Well, it's not like he needed it anyway, with the whole mindreading thing, and oh my god, he had his hand on JC's cock.

"Yes, yes you do!" said JC, gleefully.

"So, this is...uh...a little-"

"Weird, yeah," said JC, squirming a little under Joey's touch. "But nice, yes. And we're definitely getting to the arousal part here, so yes. It's all good. "

Joey nodded, hand still absently stroking JC. "Oh, good." He sounded a little dazed.

"So you're thinking you'd like me to do the same?" prompted JC. "Because hey, scoot on over here a little closer and I'm your man."

"You're my...yes." Joey scooted on over, figuring maybe now was the time for not thinking and just doing. Just doing was actually sounding pretty damn good, and really no wonder Nike were so successful with that whole slogan deal.

"You have some deep thoughts at times," said JC, with a touch of awe in his voice. "Just do it, yeah. I kinda like that slogan too." He slipped a hand into Joey's pants and sighed happily. "We have arousal. We're doing fine."

Joey looked at him. "Could we make it sound a little less like a space mission here, man? It's kinda distracting".

"I can tell," said JC. "You're thinking of Lance, and well frankly, that's kinda insulting, seeing as I'm the one lying here naked with my hand in your pants."

"Sorry," mumbled Joey. "How about I kiss you? Would that help?"

JC sighed happily. "Kissing always helps." He closed his eyes and leaned in towards Joey. Joey hesitated for a moment, and then covered JC's mouth with his own. Wow, that's kinda nice, he thought, and couldn't help but grin a little as he heard JC murmur a small sound of agreement. And woah, that's really kinda nice, he thought, as JC's tongue slipped past his lips and tickled at the roof of his mouth, tentatively at first, and then more urgently, and yeah, ok, he remembered thinking about this a lot.

"Mmmm," hummed JC in agreement, his hand still in Joey's pants, stroking gently.

Should I be naked too? thought Joey, suddenly getting the hang of this whole mind reading deal, and seeing the advantage of it pretty much as soon as JC nodded and started unbuttoning Joey's shirt. Ok, thought Joey, so I can pretty much think what I want you to do and you'll do it? Well, okay. He grinned. JC grinned too, and tugged Joey's pants down over his hips.

"Ok, now you're naked too!" JC said happily, as he threw Joey's pants off the bed. "What next?"

"You don't know?" Joey frowned. "I thought you said you could read my mind?"

"I can," said JC. "But man, you've only thought about me naked and aroused. You haven't thought beyond that. Give me a clue here."

"Oh," said Joey. "Um."

"We could always kiss some more," suggested JC. "You're nice to kiss."

"I am?" said Joey, sounding surprised. "Well...thanks."

"Or, I could suck you," said JC thoughtfully. "You'd probably enjoy that too." Joey made a small choked noise.

"I'll take that as a yes," beamed JC, as he kissed his way down Joey's chest and belly, and along his thighs. He stopped at Joey's cock, and swirled his tongue round the tip, before sliding his mouth over the shaft. Joey closed his eyes and concentrated on not falling off the bed. He was impressed at how well JC could suck cock, and wondered why he'd never thought about that before, because he figured he'd probably be thinking about it a lot from now on, pretty much all the time, in fact. JC chuckled, and Joey could feel the vibration all the way down through his toes.

Joey thought about JC's mouth and how nice that felt around his cock, and then he thought about his tongue because that was feeling pretty damn good too, swirling and doing whatever JC was doing to make little sparks of heat shoot through his belly. Joey knew that whatever he thought was in JC's head too, so he thought things like oh fuck yes, and a little to the right, and oh my GOD do that again and well, JC was certainly a fast learner. He also thought that JC had probably done this before and really, if ever he wanted a break from singing then he should look into a career in blowjobbery because SWEET FUCK he was good at that and OH YEAH! he'd probably be a millionaire before too long. And then when Joey felt sharp little teeth for a second he kinda thought that maybe he might quite like to marry JC and have him do this every night and then OH DEAR GOD FUCKING HELL HOW DOES HE-OH MY GOD- he didn't really think anything further that was remotely coherent.

Joey's head was suddenly full of all kinds of things, but they weren't thoughts. There were colours and sounds and little flashes of lights, and Joey thought he might have seen the face of god there for a moment and he also kinda thought that it looked a lot like JC, and Joey was just fine with that.

When Joey could think clearly again, in actual sentences rather than four letter words and ways to express his undying love for JC's tongue and teeth and lips, he thought he should probably say thanks. JC scooted back up the bed, and curled himself around Joey, warm and pliant. "You're welcome", said JC, kissing Joey with lips that tasted of himself.

"But I didn't say it," said Joey, flicking his tongue at the corner of JC's mouth.

"Well, no," JC smiled. "But it's the thought that counts."

- this was a sentence by sentence mprov written over AIM. yes, it shows.

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