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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-06-27 05:55 pm
goooood morning
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jchalo's journal stemming from this picture or something like it:
and includes a lovely idea given to me by tsnu. Thank you, ladies. ^_^
But look how long it took me to get to the goddamn sex, man. My porn skillz are sadly lacking.
Breakfast
Morning. And Joey was awake almost sickeningly early, because he got used to waking up early what with Brianna and all and his internal body-clock hadn't switched back from that yet.
He wasn't too sure what to do with himself. If he was at home, he'd maybe watch some tv or just dig up some leftover pizza and munch it sitting at the kitchen table, scanning the classifieds to see what kind of stuff people were giving away in the "Free" column or what kinds of houses were available for rent in the neighbourhood. He'd maybe go stare at the big pile of dirty laundry that toppled out of his closet and go through it, sorting the clothes into "needs washing" and "can pass one more time" heaps before eventually shifting it downstairs to the washing machine. Or maybe he'd even go look out the window at the sunshine that was already starting to dry the dew on the grass and think how nice it would be to go for a walk and then end up just spending the morning sticking CDs back into their jewel cases.
But he was in JC's house, and none of those options seemed quite right.
Joey ended up in the kitchen because that was the first place he gravitated towards in anybody's house. You could get a better sense of a person from their kitchen than from their living room or den or anything, he'd always found. JC's kitchen was full of gadgets and prepackaged food side-by-side with an assortment of exotic produce. Only in JC's kitchen could Joey look for a spatula and find a Starfrit automated apple peeler and a bumpy green thing that was apparently called a "soursop" lying in the drawers instead.
He was in luck, this morning; JC had fresh brioche and eggs and avocados and also some coffee in the freezer, and Joey happily set about finding a frying pan for scrambled eggs.
By the time he surfaced from one of the very bottom draws, triumphantly clutching a frying pan that looked like it hasn't been used since the first Die Hard movie, Justin had wandered into the kitchen and was standing in front of the fridge, yawning and scratching his belly through his ratty undershirt. "Mornin'," Joey offered, and Justin grunted and fruitlessly pawed a carton of baking soda before shutting the fridge.
"I'm making breakfast," Joey told him consolingly, gesturing towards the rack of eggs with his pan. "Is that avocado?" Justin asked, and pulled a breadknife from JC's knife block.
Joey melted an enormous knob of butter in the frying pan while Justin sliced the brioche. They all liked their scrambled eggs really good and buttery, because if you couldn't taste the butter you had to put ketchup on them and then what was the point? So Joey kept a careful eye on the melting butter to make sure it didn't get brown and Justin crammed a slice of bread into the toaster oven, turning from it and leaning his hips against the counter and watching Joey while the grille heated and warmed.
"You're up early," he said. Justin's morning conversation usually consisted of observation and fact, at least until he'd ingested something. The good part was that he doesn't expect answers. Joey picked an egg out of the cradle and squinted at it; JC's produce binges usually took place at the local organic farmers' market, and he occasionally got free-range eggs. Which were never as clean as Joey liked his eggs to be.
This one, however, looked fine and so he cracked it into the pan, dropping the shell in the bowl that Justin slid onto the stove. Chris and Lance both beat their scrambled eggs in bowls first, and then poured the whole mess into the pan. Joey liked cracking them straight in, breaking up the yolks one at a time, making distinct swirls of white and yellow. Justin seemed to like it too, because he came over and stood bumped up against Joey peering into the frying pan and generally being a nusiance until Joey pushed him away, and Justin's back where he put his hand was warm from standing in front of the toaster oven.
"Think the smell of food'll wake Jayce up?" Joey asked, grinning and stirring the eggs around. Justin snorted, putting butter on his brioche and then dropping chopped-up avocado on it. He mashed it to a paste on the toasted bread with his fingers and then sprinkled salt and pepper on top before answering Joey, licking his fingers clean.
"Hell, yeah. After all the drinking we did last night, he's gonna be starved." The sound of Justin's teeth crunching through the bread made Joey's mouth start watering, but he was too busy with the eggs to move and get some food for himself, so he settled for making hungry whining noises. At first, he thought Justin couldn't hear him, but after a minute Justin said softly, fondly, "Ah, shut up, you big baby," and waved his toast under Joey's nose. JC came in just as Joey'd bitten off a chunk so enormous that he had to tip his head back to work it into his mouth, like a duck.
"Eggs!" JC said sleepily, and set about getting himself a cup of coffee. He fixed coffee for the other two as well, and didn't put enough sugar, even for himself.
When they finished eating, Justin washed the dishes. It wasn't like there wasn't a dishwasher right there under the counter, but he said it was stupid to load it with only their breakfast plates and so he washed the dishes. JC had a bottle of apple-scented dishwashing liquid and Justin filled the sink with warm water and bubbles and started dragging a dishrag over the plates, beatboxing quietly as Joey cleared away the eggshells and avocado peel. He opened the percolator and was about to toss the coffee grounds when JC made an abortive noise.
"Those can go in the fridge," JC said from the kitchen table, coffee mug warming his hands.
"In the fridge," Joey repeated, standing there holding the dripping filter. JC nodded, nonplussed.
"There's a bowl of them in the fridge already," he instructed. "Dump the old ones out and put these in." He took a lesiurely swallow of coffee before explaining, "It helps control fridge odors, man."
Trying not to laugh, Joey obediently went through the ritual of trashing the old coffee grounds and putting the new clump into the bowl, back into the fridge. "C," he said when he can talk safely, "you've got, like, sixteen bottles of water, some mustard, and a bottle of olives in your fridge. Why d'you need coffee grounds and baking soda to keep it fresh?"
JC smiled over the rim of his mug. "Go help Justin," he murmured.
"I don't really need help," Justin said when Joey lurched up next to him, so Joey rested his head on the blue checkered dishtowel that was slung over Justin's shoulder and listened to the lap of the water and the thrum of the beatboxing. The last plate cleared the water and went into the dishrack, and then Justin turned his head just a bit so he could press his lips against Joey's chin, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Joey to put his arms around Justin's narrow waist. Behind them, JC made a noise of pleasure at the table.
Justin tasted like salt and pepper and toasted avocado, and when he lifted his warm damp hands to hold Joey's face, there was a sudden wave of green apple. The morning sunshine slated down on them from the window, and Joey thought he had never felt so comfortable than he was feeling just then, with Justin clinging to him and pressing sweet little kisses against his mouth, baby kisses. There was nothing childish or pure about the way Justin's hips were angling against him, though, a steady undulating plea that Joey couldn't ignore. Hell, he didn't want to ignore it, anyway.
Further down, Justin still tasted like salt and almost like pepper, and the choked throaty noises of pleasure he made while Joey's mouth surrounded him were loud in the spacious, echoey kitchen. Joey hung on to Justin's long thighs, feeling the muscles there tighten and loosen with each pull of his mouth, and wondered if there was anything better than this. Because Justin's fingers were long and hapless, tapping lovingly against the sides of his face and along his ears and gripping his hair when Justin came, hips jerking under Joey's hands.
Joey let Justin pull him up and they held each other for a while, sun warming Justin's back under the thin undershirt as Joey swung him slightly and Justin's hands ran up and down, over Joey's shoulders and along his sides and down over his ass and up the middle of his back, and Justin was mumbling and murmuring silly precious pieces of sentiments, dumb stuff that Joey would laugh at if he read it in a Hallmark card but that seemed so nice coming from Justin's flushed, familiar mouth.
Neither of them was surprised when JC slid in between them, and Joey tasted coffee on the insides of his lips, and for once it was sweet enough. He slid his fingers along JC's forehead and the smooth soft skin tugged as they moved into JC's hair where his fingers met Justin's long ones, and he could feel the slight pucker of Justin's fingertips. Joey smelled apple all over again and smiled into JC's open, candied mouth, and JC dragged his hands around Joey's hips before digging in.
"Isn't it a little early in the morning for an orgy?" Joey asked, teasing his chin along JC's lips.
"An orgy is a bunch of people," JC informed him quite seriously. "We're having a menage a trois."
"Oui oui," Justin giggled, breaking them all up for a moment. He slung his arms around JC's waist, bending his head to nibble at the back of JC's neck and watching Joey from behind JC's hair, dark eyes full of delight. Joey grinned and threw his arms around both JC and Justin, as far as they would go, and kissed both of them alternately for a bit. "You taste like Justin's come," JC moaned, nearly voiceless, and suddenly the kitchen was reverberating with panting and their hands were roaming a little more urgently, and they were sinking to the pale blue of the heated tile floor.
Their clothes had just been tossed across the room when JC skidded to one side and opened up a drawer, and at any other time Joey would laugh himself stupid at the idea of anybody keeping lube in their goddamn kitchen, for fucksake, but right at that moment with his cock straining against Justin's palm and Justin's wet mouth against his cheek going fuck me fuck me joey, please, i want it it was the farthest thing from funny and maybe even Nobel Prize-worthy.
"Do it, Joey. Fuck him," JC said, quite clearly, and then grabbed Justin around the middle and scooted him back so he was spooned up against JC and they were both propped against the kitchen cabinets. Joey swallowed and planted one hand against the floor to steady himself as JC popped open the lube and squished some out and then slid his hand underneath Justin, and Justin made a desperate gasping noise that slid into a rattley sigh and tilted his hips up so Joey could see JC's fingers sliding, gliding in and out of him. Justin tipped his head back and JC bit down on Justin's bottom lip, sucking at it as Justin's mouth opened and closed against JC's face. "Suck me off," JC told Justin gently, and Justin licked his lips and grinned, flipping seamlessly over onto his hands and knees and barely taking a breath before bending his head between JC's spread legs.
"Oh, come on," Joey groaned, his cock twitching heavily as he scrabbled forward on the tile. "You little bitches." JC smiled lazily at him over Justin's bobbing curls, and Justin must have done something very nice because JC's head went sharply back, banging lightly against the cabinets, and he breathed fuck, yes and Joey found it impossible to wait any longer.
Justin's hips wriggled impatiently under Joey's hands when he held them, and he delivered one sharp smack to Justin's ass before pushing in fast, just the head of his cock, and then slowly moving all the way in. The deep heat of it spread through Joey's body, sweat almost instantly slicking his shoulders and forehead, and as he began to thrust into Justin he was acutely aware of the wetness beading and rolling into the small of his back. Dizzy, Joey bent to swipe his tongue into the dip at the base of Justin's spine, heady with the hot smell of flesh, the sound of JC murmuring things that were just coherent enough to be filthy, the purrs and growls and submissive little moans surrounding him.
"Does fucking him feel good, Joey?" JC asked, his voice slipping like dark honey. "Tight? Feel good having your cock up media darling Justin Timberlake's ass?" Justin pressed hard back against Joey, sudden and needy, and Joey's hands slid and grabbed for purchase as he deepened his strokes, staring at the bruised pink inside JC's parted lips and tasting JC's mouth and Justin's come on the roof of his mouth as he fucked harder.
Eyes half-closed, JC smiled at Joey, biting down on one corner of his bottom lip with those sharp front teeth, worrying at it as the sound of Justin's whimpers and sucking got louder and more frantic. "Oooooh--that's good, baby," JC murmured, lifting one langourous hand to lace through Justin's hair and down the back of his neck. "Keep that up. Better than groupies, baby, way better."
"Jeezus," Joey panted, shaking his head. "You say such fucking weird things, Chasez." JC laughed, a skittering sound that reminded Joey for some reason of candy pieces, and arched up, pressing his fingers against Justin's freckled shoulders so hard that his fingertips turned red, but Justin's skin went completely white around them, and for some reason that, just that sent Joey toppling over the edge and he came with a shout that scampered around the kitchen for at least five minutes afterward, bouncing from one sunny white surface to another.
He pulled out, trying to catch his breath while Justin settled against JC, both of them smiling up at Joey. "You're both fucking weirdos," Justin drawled, arrogant and satiated, trailing fingers down his chest and pushing his hips gently up against his hand.
"Says the exhibitionist slut," JC murmured, amused. Joey collapsed, feeling the ache building in his knees as he sprawled out, propping his head on Justin's legs and breathing deeply, the sunshine creeping along his side.
"Next time we have a menage, trois or otherwise," he said pleadingly, "can we do it somewhere more comfortable?"
"No," JC said. Joey could practically hear him smiling.
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