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 By:  Lara

 

“This is gonna be SO good!” Joey murmured to himself as he let himself into the room that Chris and Lance were sharing. He put down his new video camera and carefully closed the door behind him. Joey loved these old German motels; the doors that joined two rooms together never locked correctly.  Joey had almost cheered when he was given the single room, and when he found out that he’d be right next to Chris and Lance, he had practically jumped for joy.  He had been waiting a month for this chance.

Joey actually giggled as he hid his camera in a pile of Chris’ bags and clothes. He knew those bags wouldn’t be touched until they left in a few days.  Justin and Joey swore that whenever Lance and Chris shared a room, they fought in their sleep.  Weird sounds came from their room at weird hours, and everyone knew they were as different as night and day.  And Lance was too damn polite to yell in someone’s face while awake.  Joey lay flat on the floor in front of the closet, making sure he had a clear shot of both beds.  JC would HAVE to believe them now, with video footage.

The sound of a key in the lock startled him. His finger accidentally hit the record button as he scrambled back into the closet, leaving the door open a crack.  “You needed me to tutor you? Lance, you graduated,” Chris was saying as they came into the room.  “That was the lamest excuse ever!”

“Hey, they believed it, didn’t they? Justin is so naïve…he’ll believe anything you tell him.”

“And Joey is off somewhere, and JC was all hyped about the art museum. Only YOU could get away with studying on our rare day off.”

“I could be considering college, like if the group thing doesn’t last,” Lance said defensively.

“Whatever,” Chris said, smiling devilishly. “But now you’re all alone with me, pretty boy.”

Lance climbed onto one of the beds, scooting back to the headboard.  Fear covered his face and Joey frowned.  “What…what do you want from me?”

“I think you KNOW what I want, Lansten.”  Chris pulled off his shirt as he approached the bed.

“Chris, don’t,” Lance said weakly, and Joey clenched his fists.  Lance was barely eighteen…still a baby.  Chris was twenty-six and had no right to do this.  “I don’t want…that.”

“That’s not what you said last night!”  Chris said, pouncing.  Lance shrieked and giggled.

“But was I believable?”

“No.” Chris pushed at Lance’s tshirt. “I know what a slut you are.”

“Am not,” Lance mumbled, moaning as Chris eagerly sucked at a nipple.

Joey was absolutely frozen.  He knew that it was totally wrong to be watching this, but he couldn’t move.  He knew Chris was bi, and everyone suspected that Lance had…tendencies.  But Chris and Lance? Together?

Joey’s mouth got dry and his dick got hard as he watched Chris’ hand slide down inside of Lance’s jeans.  “Dammit, Lance, couldn’t you go commando just ONCE?”  Chris asked.

“No,” Lance said primly, then let out a very sexually charged moan as Chris began to stroke. “Oh, Chris, I want you.”

“Want me to what?” Chris began to thrust against Lance’s leg.

“I can’t…say it…”

Chris got up and undressed completely.  He went to Lance’s suitcase and pulled out condoms and lubricant.  Joey swallowed hard.  “Say it,” Chris cajoled. He slowly got Lance’s jeans and boxers off, then gave Lance’s cock a fierce lick.

“Fuck me!”  Lance sighed, and Chris grinned.

“I knew you could do it.”

 

Joey knew that watching his two best friends having sex should NOT be so delicious.  But his body had a mind of his own, and he was soon stroking himself.

The muscles in Chris’ legs flexed as he moved in and out.  Lance was amazingly flexible, with his legs up on Chris’ chest.  And Lance was so pretty…pale cheeks lightly flushed, innocent green eyes looking at Chris with total trust.  And Chris was surprisingly gentle, softly uttering words of passion. When he reached down to stroke lance, Joey could hardly hold back. Lance began to gasp, his low voice begging for release.  Chris finally gave it to him.

Thankfully, Chris was loud as he came, so Joey’s muffled cries of orgasm went unheard.  Chris collapsed onto Lance.

“Chris?”

“Mmm?”

“You’re like eight years older than me.”

“Thanks for reminding me, punk.”

“And you’re insane.”

“Now, THAT’S a compliment.”

“But I…I think I’m in love with you.”

Joey’s eyes widened as Chris sat up. “You’re what?” Chris whispered.

“I know this is just sex for you, and it doesn’t mean anything.  I know you’re an adult, and I’m just a kid. But…”

“At the beginning, it was just sex, Lance, but not anymore,” Chris almost whispered.  “I mean every word I say to you.”  They kissed. “I’m hungry. Let’s find a McDonald’s.”   Lance laughed and they quickly got dressed. Before he knew it, Joey was alone again.

He quickly cleaned up the mess he had made in the closet, praying nothing got into Lance’s shoes.  He bent to pick up the camera, realizing now what those sounds had been late at night.  He’d never tell JC or Justin, however.  Joey gasped as he realized the camera had recorded everything.  He smiled then, realizing that he had real live pornography to add to his video collection. He grabbed the camera and quietly let himself out of the room.

The End

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