Threemanbus

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I'd love some threemanbus. It doesn't have to be sexual, though I certainly wouldn't complain if it was.

Thank you in advance :)

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It's been an elephant in the room for the whole night, for the game, for the day before. Justin wonders what the hell this is, because it sure as hell isn't a challenge for the children. It's a fucking challenge for him. Fuck the kids.

Justin thinks that the only place he can be himself is inside his head. There used to be crevaces, busses and inside jokes and two warm bodies he could be whole next to, inside of, but those things are only semblences of the past. Justin doesn't know if he really wants them back.

What's he talking about, of course he wants 'C and Chris back. Of course he wants things to be the way they were. He wishes he had listened to the advice they offered, the advice they didn't consult each other upon, but offered nonetheless. While success without them made the things he wanted in reach, the things he had whole, the things he lossed he missed, and felt the echoes of late at night, early in the morning, sometimes in the studio and sometimes in the afternoon.

Justin simply didn't think he'd drift out in this sea for so long, alone. Yet, he did it every day when he got up and didn't call JC or Chris or even Lance and Joey. He did it every day he didn't think to bother.

Justin feels like he's driftwood. Glamourous, successful driftwood. Even the most successful and glamourous driftwood is what it is. A part of something more that got washed away in the tide.

Johnny calls Justin's cell phone, And suddenly, JC's voice in multi-part harmony fills his ears through the tinny speakers. Justin, this time, doesn't put it on silent.

"Since when did I become your ringtone?" JC asks, looking up at him.

"Since I made it my ringtone," Justin says. He regrets the words as soon as they come from his mouth. "I..."

"No," JC says, a bitter smile. If he had long hair, his fingers would be sliding through it right about now, as if searching the locks for something to say. "You don't have to explain. You don't have to do anything, Justin."

Chris comes into the room, the waiter bringing the steak he's ordered as well and sits down to eat, while JC scratches his clean plate with the fork.

Direct body language, stone cold faces, steel cores. Justin thinks the odds will never even out in his favor with the both of them ever again.

"I liked that song," Justin says, and it catches JC's attention. "I like all of your songs."

He knows JC, he can almost see the retort that rests on the tip of JC's tongue, but Chris is quick to cover JC's hand, as if protecting, as if restraining.

Justin remembers a time when JC used to do that for him. Justin's appetite fades away.

"Eat," JC says. "Don't reminice right now. You haven't eaten all day."

"I'm not hungry," Justin says. And there comes that look again, oh god. JC's retorts are going to come on strong, if Justin's remarks don't keep coming.

Chris speaks for the first time, and Justin feels as if he wants to run from the restaraunt. "So why did you rent this place out, hmm? Privacy is overrated, I thought you out of all of us would have known that. Or was it just something more? Was it to show off, Justin?"

"No," JC says, and the roles have reversed again.

Part Two

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JC's looking as if he's the one watching out for Chris, now. "You are both going to finish your dinner, and if you two want to start disputes at any kind, have the common decency to do it behind closed doors."

Justin tries to eat, again, and fails. Chris finishes his steak. JC, in a rush to get out of there, pays the check. Justin sees the both of them leave. There's a bitter taste in Justin's mouth, and it's not the bitter taste of the garlic or the pinot, it's not the bitter taste of jealousy, either. It's the bitter taste of exclusion. The taste he's had in his mouth for the last two months, not to mension the last two days. Justin throws down petty cash for the tip, and leaves quickly, finding them both out in the lobby.

The elevator ride up to Justin's room is quiet. JC inches over to Chris, just a little, and it feels as though their relationship has progressed while their ties to Justin have severed. Justin wonders what he can do to make amends. He wonders if there's anything he can do.

However, when the door clicks closed, They are still the same people Justin loved on the bus. JC's stripping off his shirt and his jeans and reaching across to help Justin do the same before pinning him to the wall behind the door, pinning him naked, hands blocking off his view

"This changes nothing," JC hisses, and kisses Justin hard on the lips. Justin has no use to do anything but flail under JC's well-practiced skills.

"This changes everything," Justin rations, Hands caressing JC's body, lips licking at JC's own. "I thought..."

"Well, the best path to follow down, now, is to stop thinking, now isn't it," Chris asks, and he's right behind JC, feeling up Justin's body as well with idle fingers and a semi-hard penis that makes JC rub slowly along the length of Justin's cock.

"He wants you to fuck him, you know," Chris says, and JC's eyes close as his mouth slides open in a moan. "He's been so angry, so fucking angry that he doesn't know how else to handle it, and he wants you so bad."

"I..." Justin starts, but these two seem to have a bit of a knack for interruptions.

"Listen to me, asshole, He was the only one of us who cared for the first few months, He was the only one who still cares for you the way we all should. He's the only one whose heart you broke when you made him defend everything, every stupid little fault you've made in this solo career of yours. He's the one taking the fall for the shit you do." Chris says. "And I don't care if you give a fuck about an old fart like me, but you're going to get there and show how much you appreciate him taking the fall for you so damn much. He won't believe you, but you're going to get there and show him with every ounce of your being that you aren't doing this just to fuck him up. He cares for you, Justin. Which is more than what I can say once or twice about you."

JC groans and Justin picks him up to lay him across the bed. A Kiss on Chris' lips and all of a sudden, Justin's inside JC, making love to him, slow and aching until JC's holding whatever he can find, including Chris, because it's been too long and JC hates it when he has to experience something so wil without having anything remotely real to hold onto.

Justin cares, but only remotely, only for the well being of JC, the well-being of Chris. Perhaps its in the way the both of them look out for him. Perhaps it's just because they're still as hot as the day Justin met them.

When JC comes so loud, the sound fills up the hollow room and the crevices between bodies, Justin moves onto Chris, satisfying and fufulling and thanking for all Chris has done for him too, reminding Chris that he still knows how to touch and please and lust like he did when he was twenty.

When they're both done, Justin slides into the middle of the bed, into the middle JC and Chris, sliding into the creases where he belongs, placing himself so he becomes whole again.

Johnny calls again. This time, JC takes the phone and turns it off, and starts to sing softly in Justin's ear instead.

The two of them make the real Justin feel whole again.

[rikes]

I love it!