Barbeque
"Shit," Joey muttered, hopping on one foot as he tried to rub at his stubbed toe. "Yeah, what," he growled into the phone, still hopping in place.
"Jesus, Joey, don't sound quite so happy to hear from me," Lance's amused voice came over the line.
"Hey, no, just, stubbed my damn toe trying to get to the phone, so what's up? Isn't your big meeting now, what, don't tell me you got delayed. Shit, that sucks," Joey settled on the couch, smiling a little. He had missed that deep rumble.
"Actually, I'm calling to see if you can join me at the Timberlake-Kirkpatrick's for a little barbeque. I'm cooking steak."
Joey sat straight up, wincing as his foot hit the floor. "You're at Justin's. When, you aren't supposed to be until tomorrow, when, whoa, that's great, you little shit, I'll be there in, fuck, where are my keys?" Joey bounced off the couch, looking around and trying to remember where he last threw his wallet and car keys.
"My meetings finished early and I managed to go standby with Chris this morning, he wound up having to fly through Phoenix too, so when we got in we came straight here. What, you aren't happy that I'm back so soon? Chris, stay out of that! It's raw, you'll get worms, you idiot."
"Of course, I'm happy you're back early, you twit. You want me to snag JC on the way?" Joey grinned as he finally located his keys on the floor in front of the refrigerator.
"Nope. Chris called and asked him to come over and to stop for some beer first. And Joey," Joey could HEAR the smirk over the phone, "he doesn't know that I'm back."
"You sneaky bastard, he's gonna flip. You need me to bring anything?" He headed out the door, carefully locking it and setting the alarm. After all, it was highly doubtful that he would be coming back later that night.
"Nope. We're all set, we stopped and got stuff on the way here. And of course I'm sneaky, just one of the many, many things you love about me. Now, get over here or you'll miss all the fun."
"On my way, babe. Missed you," Joey added softly as he slid into his car.
"Ah, Joe. Missed you too," Lance sighed out. "C'mon. Get over here so we can get this party started."
Joey burst out laughing. "Quoting PINK now. Man, you really shouldn't be allowed to go anywhere on your own. There in 15." Joey thumbed off the phone and threw it in the backseat, concentrating on driving. After all, it wouldn't do to get in an accident now.
"Hey," Lance called over as Joey padded through the patio doors. "You're here." He could feel the silly grin spread across his face.
"Yup. Nice apron, Lance." Joey stopped and looked him over, taking in short sleeve shirt and khaki shorts and the light tan, looking for any other changes. "Kiss The Cook, huh?"
"Yup," Lance waved his spatula authoritatively. "And if you want some of this," he cocked an eyebrow and waved towards the grill, "you better comply."
"Happily," Joey murmured, crossing over and sliding an arm around Lance's waist. He titled his head and kissed Lance slowly, humming as he relearned Lance's taste. "Missed you," he said, dropping his head onto Lance's shoulder. "Ten days is ten days too long."
Lance ran his hands down Joey's back and opened his mouth to speak. A huge splash interrupted whatever it was that Lance was about to say.
"Fucking Timberlake! I'll get you for this," Chris's yell echoed around the backyard and Joey looked up to see Justin grinning and holding Chris, Chris's back pressed into Justin's chest, Chris's arms pinned tightly to his side.
"Sure you will, Chris. Sure you will. Hey, Joey," Justin called over then threw himself backwards, splashing water up and over the sides of the pool as they went under. They emerged a moment later, Justin laughing and Chris sputtering.
"You are so going down, Justin," Chris grabbed Justin by the shoulders and pressed down, trying to dunk him.
"They haven't let go of each other since we got back," Lance whispered into Joey's ear, then pulled away and headed over to the grill. Joey glanced back at the pool, noticing that, sure enough, no matter what they were doing, they were touching in some way.
"And Chris was gone, what four days? They could never make it as long as we did." Joey felt smug at that. Sure, at times he thought it was a little frightening how much he needed to see Lance and JC and of course Chris and Justin, but in a different way. But Lance had been off in Phoenix doing some scouting for locations for his new movie and they had managed to go for nearly two weeks without seeing each other. He was pretty sure that was some kind of record. And he was rather certain he hadn't been the whiny little bitch that Justin had been while Chris was gone. After the second day he was tempted to turn off his phone. He had tried to be sympathetic; after all, Chris had only finally succumbed to Justin's charms about six months ago, but still. He finally snapped and suggested that Justin use JC's solution of trying to sleep through the whole thing. His ears were still ringing from Justin's retort.
"They are sweet, though," Joey couldn't help but smile as Justin gently brushed water off Chris's face before leaning in to kiss him.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to go into a diabetic coma in a second, you weren't there for the homecoming scene, seriously, you would think that Chris was coming home from war or something. It was rather sickening. Hand me the sauce?" Lance turned back to the grill, carefully flipping the steaks.
Joey reached out and handed the small bowl over, noting the efficient manner in which Lance quickly swiped down each steak, the way in which he wielded the fork and brush like a pro. He loved to watch Lance do things, pretty much anything, the quick, neat competence shining through.
Lance tilted his head a little, smiling as the sound reached his ears. "JC's here." He grinned up at Joey. "Can you meet him at the patio doors, make sure he doesn't see me," the smile widened. "I want to surprise him."
"Sure," Joey leaned forward and kissed Lance quickly. "You are a sneaky bastard, you know that."
"Yeah, yeah," Lance gave Joey a quick push, then turned back to the grill.
Joey took up his position by the doors, angling himself so that he was pretty much blocking the view of the pool and the grill. He tried to wipe the smirk off his face, not wanting to give the game away. If Lance thought Chris and Justin's reunion was sickening. . .
"Hey, Joey," JC came trotting through the doors, leaning over and brushing a kiss on Joey's cheek, "I didn't know they called you too, I would have picked you up. Hey, I tried to call Lance on the way over, was the time for his meeting changed or something, I checked with the hotel, and,"
Joey just managed to grab the two six packs before they shattered on the deck as they fell from JC's hands.
"Hey, Jace, you like yours well done, right? And you claim to be a gourmet," Lance shook his head sadly.
"Lance?" JC took a step forward. "What, you, tomorrow, aren't, when, Lance?" He stopped, frozen in place.
"I managed to get standby this morning, my meetings were done early and I had no reason to stay. Hey," Lance gestured to his apron. "Can't you read?"
JC strode forward quickly and buried his hands in Lance's hair, pressing their mouths together tightly. Joey smiled as JC devoured Lance, Lance's arms around JC's waist, pulling JC as close to him as humanly possible. He watched as they slowly began to stumble backwards, Lance's hands picking at the front of JC's shirt, trying to work the buttons free, JC's long fingers still running through Lance's hair.
Joey's eyes went wide as they continued to walk, both their eyes pressed tightly closed, focused solely on one another. "Um, guys," Joey called out, "Guys, guys, uh guys, watch,"
They tumbled into the pool with a loud splash.
"Out." Joey finished, laughter bubbling through him.
Justin and Chris helped yank them up, both laughing hysterically.
"Fuck, why do I NEVER get these things on tape," Chris spluttered out as JC grinned idiotically and Lance joined in the laughter.
"Because you suck, Kirkpatrick," came Justin's reply. "Hey, JC, good to see you," Justin said, hoisting himself out of the pool, then turning back to help Chris out.
"Hey, hi, J," JC called out, his arms going around Lance's waist. He rested his head on Lance's shoulder, shivering slightly as his jeans clung to his legs. "I missed you so fucking much."
"I know," Lance murmured quietly into his ear. "I know."
"Twenty-three days. That's like, twenty-three days too long." JC continued, trying to ignore the way Lance was slowly tracing the whorls of his ear with his tongue.
"It hasn't been that long," Lance replied, pulling back, his forehead furrowing as he thought. "It's like, ten days."
"No," JC stepped back, taking Lance's hand as he led Lance up the steps out of the pool. "It's ten days since you saw Joey. I couldn't come out with him, remember? I haven't seen you since you left."
"No, that's," Lance stopped, tugging JC back to his side. "That's, shit, you're right. Twenty-three days." He pushed JC's hair away from his face. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry that I didn't remember that. It's, I talked to you like three times a day and well, sometimes it felt like you were there. And I'm not just saying that," his voice was quiet as he looked straight into JC's eyes. "I tried NOT to keep count. Otherwise I would have ended up walking out of a meeting and getting on a plane."
"I know," JC replied, pressing his forehead against Lance's, "I know."
"Um, hello, not to interrupt this lovefest, but I haven't seen him either, you know. Stop bogarting the Lance, Jace." Joey pulled them both into his arms, ignoring the way they were soaking through his clothes.
"Oh, aren't they sweet," Chris called out, settling on the picnic table with Justin seated on the bench between his legs in front of him. "Look at the pretty boys all clinging together."
"Yup, you would think they couldn't live without each other or some such sickening shit like that," Justin sighed heavily. "Freaks."
"Yup. We aren't nearly that bad." Chris continued as Joey flipped him off. "Nope. Not that bad at all." He ran his hands slowly up and down Justin's arms, taking in the slight shivering. "Cold, baby?" He dropped his head and began kissing his way across Justin's shoulders, licking away the slight chlorine taste.
"No, not, I wouldn't say I was cold," Justin gasped out. He tried to turn around, but couldn't. Chris had him trapped between his thighs and wouldn't let him turn.
"Look at them," Chris cooed into his ear, reaching around and grasping Justin's chin, turning his head so that he was watching Lance, JC and Joey. They were all kissing slowly, Lance tilting his head back and turning slightly between JC and Joey. Justin saw faint glimpses of tongue and he squirmed, trying to shift enough to adjust for his growing arousal.
"Beautiful, aren't they," Chris's voice was as relentless as his hands as sure fingers trailed down Justin's chest. "The three of them, all pressed together like that. Have I ever mentioned how glad I am that you put up that fence? No one can see back here now, can they, Justin? Is this why you did it, so that we could come over here and all fuck, you did, didn't you?"
"No, just, wanted, some, privacy," Justin panted out, falling back to rest on Chris's chest, eyes closing, the world falling away and leaving only Chris's touch.
"Well, privacy is a good thing," Chris murmured, "Especially when they start doing that."
Justin's eyes opened with a snap and he couldn't hold back the gasp. Joey was kneeling on the patio, slowly working open JC's jeans while Lance pulled JC's shirt over his head. He could hear Joey's soft cursing as the wet denim refused to cooperate.
"Dammit, C, you would wear button fly today of all days," Joey called out and JC laughed.
"If it's any consolation, I am going commando." JC gasped as Lance bit his neck.
"That's, that's not really helping, Jace," Joey groaned, "Fuck, there," the last button finally worked free and Joey tugged firmly, carefully pulling the fabric down JC's thighs. He lifted JC's feet one at a time, pulling off the thin sandals, grateful for once that JC favored them. He slid the jeans completely off, pressing quick kisses to each of JC's thighs.
Joey suddenly felt himself pulled up, startled to find that Lance had somehow lost the apron and shirt and was rapidly wiggling out of his shorts.
"I think someone here is overdressed, don't you agree, C?" Lance purred as they walked Joey over to one of the large lounge chairs.
"Um, guys, Justin, Chris, they are right over, oh fuck," Joey moaned as JC went to his knees before him, gently mouthing his cock before setting to work unzipping his jeans with his teeth.
"I think they're a little too busy to notice us." Lance replied.
Joey managed to pry his eyes open enough to glance over. His eyes went wide as he saw Chris pulling Justin on top of him on the table, their damp skin glistening in the afternoon light.
"But what about the food, isn't," Joey swallowed, trying to collect his thoughts. "Burn, aren't the steaks going to burn."
"I turned the grill off when JC got here. Besides, we can always order pizza. Now shut up and let us love you." Lance commanded.
"Yeah," JC echoed, as he finally got the zipper open, "we'll talk later, k?"
"Yeah," Joey managed to sigh as hot hands finished stripping him. "That's, later, talk, later, fuck,"
Warm fabric hit his back as Lance and JC pushed him down. He spared a thought to wonder where Justin had found these deck chairs; they were almost the size of a double bed. And that was something for which he was thoroughly grateful at the moment.
Warm, damp bodies pressed against him on either side and he moaned loudly as a mouth attached to each nipple. He ran his hands along their bodies, relishing the differences. Lance was firm and solid, broad shoulders and smooth, smooth skin. And JC was seal slick, his long hair brushing against Joey's chest, his back just as strong but longer, leaner. The contrast served only to heighten his arousal. He still couldn't believe it. There were times he would wake tangled in their limbs and simply stare at the ceiling trying to figure out what he could possibly have done to deserve getting not one but both of them in his bed. The fact that they both loved him as much as they loved each other was something too precious to be pondered in more than tiny amounts.
All thought vanished though when JC's mouth left his nipple and began to travel down his chest, Lance's lips pulling away at the same time. Joey reached up and pulled Lance to him, capturing his lips once again.
"Can you straddle me like this without it breaking?" He murmured between kisses.
"Should be able to, supports are structural steel, I helped Justin design them," Lance grinned against Joey's mouth.
"Clever and sneaky," Joey whimpered as JC swiped a long lick down his thigh and around to the back of his knee, "knew I loved you for your mind."
"Cause his body does nothing for you," JC lifted his head from Joey's leg and smiled.
"Exactly." Joey reached down and tangled his fingers with JC's. "Just like I love you only for your sweet soul." He could feel JC's blush as JC leaned his cheek on Joey's thigh.
"Joey," JC sighed out, "man, you know I love you, love you both." JC reached up with his free hand and ran it down Lance's back.
"Yeah," Lance arched into JC's touch. "Love you both too." They paused for a moment, simply enjoying the luxury of actually being able to touch. A loud moan interrupted the moment and they all turned to see the cause.
Justin was blanketing Chris completely, writhing slowly on top of him, Chris's wrists pinned above his head. Their hips were moving smoothly together, sweat and water slicking their movements. "So good, so good, wanted this forever, you know that, you have to know that," Justin sighed into the side of Chris's neck. "All my life, wanted you all my life."
"Justin, Justin, Justin," Chris chanted, unable to form any other words. He wanted to, wanted to tell Justin how much he wanted him too, how long he had longed for him, how untouchable he had forced himself to consider Justin or go mad. But all he could do was chant Justin's name, the feel of Justin's cock rubbing against his stealing away all thought.
"I know, I know," Justin whispered, tracing Chris's lips with the tip of his tongue. "You don't have to say it, I know, I can tell in how you touch me, in the way you move against me," Justin licked long lines of fire up Chris's throat. "Your body is so eloquent, it speaks so loudly."
"Justin," Chris opened his eyes, meeting Justin's clear gaze. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"Yeah," Justin smiled at him. "I've known for a long time. And I love you too."
Chris nodded then began slowly stroking his fingers down Justin's spine, pressing their hips even more firmly together. They were both close, he could feel it. He was growing familiar with the way Justin would quiver as he muscles clenched in anticipation.
"Come for me, babe, c'mon, you are so beautiful when you come," Chris suddenly found his voice again as Justin buried his head in Chris's shoulder. "You are, you move so sweetly, you feel so good against me,"
"Shit, Chris, fuck, love you, love you," Justin panted into Chris's ear, a hand snaking between their bodies. He grasped their erections firmly, sucking in Chris's gasp. "Want to touch you, want to feel you spill between my fingers, so hot, you are so amazingly hot."
"Gonna, not gonna last, shit, Justin," Chris arched up, shuddering as they came, feeling Justin's moan through his entire body. They continued to move together gently, kissing slowly as they settled onto the table.
"Shit, good thing this thing is plastic and not wood," Chris said as he stroked Justin's back.
"Yeah, would hate for you to get splinters in your ass," Justin replied.
"Funny boy," Chris smacked Justin on the side of the head, then started to push up. "Hey guys, you want to,"
"Shhh," Justin pressed a finger to Chris's lips. "They aren't quite done yet."
"Ohhhh," Chris whispered, looking over and then back quickly, "wow, that's,"
"Yeah," Justin sighed out, "um, it really is,"
Chris settled Justin onto his chest, running his hands through the soft crown of curls that was finally grown back. "You think we should maybe, you know, not watch."
"Yeah, that would be the right thing to do," Justin replied, snuggling in tighter.
"Fuck, that's, whoa," Chris groaned slightly, watching as Lance braced himself with both hands on the chair, hips pumping as he smoothly slid in and out of Joey's lips, Joey's hands kneading his ass.
JC's hands traced up and down Joey's chest, occasionally brushing against Lance's thighs as he licked long, slow strokes over Joey's erection. A loud moan, it was impossible to say whose, echoed through the yard as their tempo increased. JC settled firmly between Joey's legs and tilted his head down, taking Joey in inch by inch. He pinched Joey's nipples and Joey arched, Lance throwing his head back with a loud gasp as Joey pulled him in tightly.
JC grinned a little and repeated the action, the ripples passing through their bodies. They began to move as one, Lance pulling back as JC bobbed forward, sweat dripping from Lance's back and spilling onto Joey's chest. Joey began to hum and Lance pitched forward again, his hips beginning to piston as he fucked Joey's mouth.
"So good, fuck, Joey, missed you, missed you both, gonna, c'mon Joey, catch up, gonna, right there, I'm right there, fuck, fuck, love you both, gonna," Lance keened as he came, Joey absently swallowing as he struggled to hold back his own release.
Lance pulled away and tumbled to the patio, pressing a kiss to Joey's temple. "So wonderful, fucking amazing mouth, love that mouth," he licked Joey's throat, lapping up the sweat.
"Hmmm," Joey sighed, "wanna give JC a helping hand?"
Lance grinned and moved down to sit next to JC. "Here, let me help you with that," Lance kissed JC's shoulder, then moved, spreading JC's thighs. He began to bite his way up JC's spine, feeling the tremors begin to rack JC's body. He bit more firmly, sucking the soft skin at the base of JC's spine. He felt JC's gasp and then heard Joey's accompanying shout, the vibration from JC's throat sending him over the edge. Lance waited a moment, then yanked JC up, spinning him around. He kissed JC deeply, licking Joey's taste from his mouth as he firmly pumped JC's cock. It didn't take long as Lance knew it wouldn't, then JC was spilling into his hand. They collapsed back onto the chair, nestling into Joey's chest.
They remained there for a moment, recovering, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Justin's voice broke the calm. "You know," Justin finally lifted his head from Chris's shoulder, "there's like bedrooms and stuff in the house."
"And supplies, can't forget that," Lance replied, peeling himself off JC and Joey, holding out a hand to help Joey up. "I mean, we didn't stop at the drugstore for nothing."
They all grinned at one another as they gathered up clothing, Lance quickly pulling on his shorts and opening the grill, piling the steaks onto a platter. Might as well take them into the kitchen. After all, he was sure they would all be hungry later.