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In the wake of his recent Observer interview, I find myself wanting to read stoned Justin, hanging out with Chris ( and maybe talking about someone / several someone elses, in a sexual context.) Please and thank you

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Thankfully, stoned Justin seemed to miss everything. “ And Jessica, right?” he went on. “Her body’s like,” he shook his head, and made a sloppy, not-quite hourglass-like figure with his hands. “Like, y’know? She’s all muscle. Like, everywhere.” Justin turned to Chris earnestly. “I mean, s’like fucking a man, right, except without all the – the – those things. Parts. The equipment.” Justin collapsed back against the couch, letting out a long rush of breath. “And she lets me, like… however hard I want, y’know? Jesus. She’s really, like, she’s a really good lay, man.”

Chris’ throat was dry. Was Justin really comparing fucking Jessica Biel to a guy?

“But Cameron,” Justin sighed, and he turned his face so his cheek was pressed against the couch and he was looking right at Chris. “Man, Cameron fucked like – like a pro, y’know?” His eyes slipped shut, and for a second, so did Chris’. “Like, she always wanted sex. Or maybe it was me, but like, she was fucking, just, like, out of this world, man.” Justin’s cheeks were flushed. “I mean, like, she let me put my fingers in her mouth, y’know? When I was – when we were, like, screwing.”

Justin paused for a second, and Chris must’ve been wearing his heart on his sleeve because Justin started to grin, and he crooked a finger at Chris. “C’mere,” Justin said. Chris raised an eyebrow. What? No. “C’mere,” Justin insisted, rolling his eyes – or attempting to, at least – when Chris refused. “I’m not explaining this right, man. C’mere. I mean, you – I gotta show you this.”

No, no, Chris wanted to protest. No, you really don’t. But drugged up on Coke or not, Justin was about twice Chris’ size, and probably four times stronger. So when he hauled Chris down on top of him, when he lifted a slow, teasing hand up under Chris’ shirt, when he leaned up and traced Chris’ lower lip with his tongue, when he pressed two dry, tempting fingers to where his tongue had just been, Chris really didn’t have much say in any of it.

He didn’t have much say in what followed, either.

But later, when he was sprawled out on top of Justin, fully clothed except for where his jeans had been jerked down around his knees, he wondered if he’d made things too easy. “So the party,” he said, because he was Chris and he didn’t want to think about this. “Cameron didn’t count, right? So who did you say?”

Justin raised an eyebrow as he raked his eyes over Chris. And Chris thought, oh, well, duh, before tilting his head and licking Justin’s fingers one last time. Justin shivered, then brayed a loud laugh, and Chris felt the slow rumble spread throughout his chest.

Jesus, he needed to buy Justin more weed.