Hours later, after most of the guests have left, JC finds himself chatting with Lance. He’s flattered by the looks Lance is giving him. He’s thought about suggesting a hookup between himself and his bandmates in the past, but was always afraid that even asking would screw up their friendship. At one time or another, he’s found each of them attractive and he knows he’d be interested in exploring a sexual relationship if any of them ever suggested it. Tonight Lance seems interested, his hand cupping JC’s elbow as they chat.
They both turn around when they hear Joey’s voice desperately asking, “What did you give him?”
Justin’s voice sounds startled, as he replies, “Just candy. He was into the kids’ candy is all.”
“You know what sugar does to him!”
They can hear Chris yelling breathlessly as he runs, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
A moment later Chris runs into the room with Joey and Justin a few steps behind him. JC and Lance watch as Chris races around the room, leaping onto the couch in his efforts to escape his would be captors. They can’t help but laugh seeing Chris’ shirt pulled high onto his head, neckband at his forehead, his face poking through the hole and his arms raised high. His eyes are wild, blazing with his candy buzz.
They’re all laughing when Chris focuses onto JC and makes a noise halfway between laughing and grunting. A moment later, he’s closing in on JC, shouting once more, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
JC smiles as Chris tackles him to the floor and licks him from his chest to his chin. “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!” he repeats, fixated.
“I’ll take care of putting Chris to bed tonight,” JC promises.
Candied Chris (part three)
They both turn around when they hear Joey’s voice desperately asking, “What did you give him?”
Justin’s voice sounds startled, as he replies, “Just candy. He was into the kids’ candy is all.”
“You know what sugar does to him!”
They can hear Chris yelling breathlessly as he runs, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
A moment later Chris runs into the room with Joey and Justin a few steps behind him. JC and Lance watch as Chris races around the room, leaping onto the couch in his efforts to escape his would be captors. They can’t help but laugh seeing Chris’ shirt pulled high onto his head, neckband at his forehead, his face poking through the hole and his arms raised high. His eyes are wild, blazing with his candy buzz.
They’re all laughing when Chris focuses onto JC and makes a noise halfway between laughing and grunting. A moment later, he’s closing in on JC, shouting once more, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
JC smiles as Chris tackles him to the floor and licks him from his chest to his chin. “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!” he repeats, fixated.
“I’ll take care of putting Chris to bed tonight,” JC promises.