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Part One: Der Heimliche Chef
von NSYNC (The Secret Boss of NSYNC)
JC snaked out a hand to wrap around Chris' jaw, tilting his head up,
nipping at his lips. "Gotta choose," he whispered, licking the
words into Chris' mouth, "one or both. Lance is waiting." One last
bite into soft flesh, hard enough to taste slick copper over his tongue,
mixing with Chris' soft moan.
When JC pulled away again and looked down into Chris' eyes, he read the answer
there before Chris even breathed it.
"Both."
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Part Two: Unwrapped
"Happy birthday," Chris whispered again, painting the words on
his skin with the tip of his tongue. "Didn't wrap your present too well,
but I think it'll be okay." He traced over JC's Adam's apple, then the
hollow at the base of his throat where his pulse hammered. JC whimpered.
"Look at him, C." Another lick. "He's ready. So ready."
JC looked, then shuddered involuntarily. "Chris, we. I--" Chris
slid one hand down JC's chest, cupped his cock through his jeans. Not hard
yet, but definitely interested. "He's--" He closed his eyes as
Chris stroked and rubbed, then startled when a mouth touched the other side of
his neck. "Lance--God."
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Part Three: Share and Share
Alike (or, Lance Gets His)
"You're both so pretty." Lance reached out to Chris, pulled him
closer to the bed. He kept one hand on JC, petting him gently. "Want you
both. Want to watch the two of you." Lance leaned in and kissed JC
briefly, a quick brush of his mouth over JC's, then leaned toward Chris and
repeated it. "You both taste good."
Chris' mouth curved into a smile. "Greedy boy." But he kissed Lance
back, a long, wet kiss that made JC ache a little more, for the tongue
flashing pink and slick, and the soft sucking noises. Chris pulled back and
licked his lips, then looked from Lance to JC and back again. "I
don't--are you sure? And, C, man--I didn't know. I just. I mean. It's...cool,
I'm cool. But. Um."
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