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Twisted
Sometimes, JC is completely unsure how he gets himself into the situations he does. Like now, he’s on his hands and knees, Lance and Chris are draped around him, and Justin is trying to squirm underneath.
Joey is laughing on the couch, saying, and “Come on, Justin! Right hand, blue!”
JC locks his knees and closes his eyes as he feels Justin slither under his thigh and one of his hands brushes across JC’s ankles before sliding into place.
Joey chortles gleefully and Chris shouts, “Shut up, Fatone. Spin the wheel!”
It’s times like these when JC is convinced he’s lost his mind.
“Fine, Chris. Left hand, green.”
“Shit. Are you actually spinning or just looking for the worst possible places?” Chris grumbles before JC feels Chris wiggle his hips, slide to the left and then he hears the slap of skin on plastic as Chris cries out, “I did it! Fuck you, Joseph! Give me your worst!”
“Yes, Chris. You are the Twister Master.”
“You have no idea.”
JC still has his eyes closed, but he’s sure Chris is making some kind of lewd gesture with his tongue. It’s what Chris does. Plus, Lance is snickering and that’s always an indication that Chris is doing something dirty.
Its Lance’s turn and JC is pretty sure that whatever Joey decides to call, they are all going to fall. Lance’s legs are spread as far as the game allows and Chris is twined around him. JC’s got one of his legs around Lance’s arm and when Joey says, “Left foot, red,” Lance groans and shakes his head.
“That’s not possible.”
“No way, Bass. You know the rules. Do what the closer says, or you’re the big loser.”
“Fine,” Lance says determinedly.
JC steadies himself. Lance swings a hip to the left, maybe to get leverage, maybe just to fuck with Chris, JC isn’t sure but he feels Justin shake beneath him and someone behind him shifts.
“Just a little more,” Lance whispers.
JC opens his eyes, trying to see where the others are, but all he sees is Justin staring up at him. “Hi,” Justin says with a smile.
JC grins back, but when Lance crows in triumph, he bites his lip. He’s next.
“Okay, Bendy-boy. Left foot, yellow.”
JC looks around the mat and slides his stockinged foot to the left, smiling at how easy it was. Maybe Joey is actually calling what the spinner says after all.
“Jup, you’re up,” Joey rhymes. “Left foot, green.”
Justin struggles; JC can feel his arm shake. But then, Justin swivels his entire body, brush himself against JC’s chest and settles into place. “Sorry,” he whispers, but JC shrugs a little and closes his eyes. As long as Justin didn’t push him over, he can take a little innocent groping.
“Right hand, red, Christopher.”
JC hears the call and braces himself, but it isn’t enough. Chris’ leg pushes JC off balance and he falls, crashing into Justin and upsetting all of them.
Joey laughs so hard that he’s barely making any noise. Chris, of course, blames JC loudly, but all JC can do is stare down at Justin sprawled beneath him and grin.
“You okay?” JC whispers.
Justin nods and grins – the big sunny one that JC never sees anymore because Justin is always using his fake, camera smile. “Good. Except for the three assholes on top of me!”
JC grins ands wiggles. He can still feel Chris and Lance on top of him too, but they seem to be wrestling. “Hey, you two, get up.”
Chris laughs and pokes JC. “Make us.”
JC is going to be embarrassed if they don’t all get up soon. His dick is starting to really like sliding around so close to Justin, and that’s just not a good idea. He tries to get up, shifting his weight, but then Justin gasps and it’s no longer his own dick that he has to worry about.
“Let me up,” Justin says quietly and then scrambles out from the bottom of the pile before rushing to the bathroom.
JC sits up, panting lightly and scowls at Chris and Lance, still wrestling. “You two are so immature.” He tries to get up, but two sets of hands yank him back down, and the laughing begins anew. “Joey, help me,” JC begs. All he gets is more laughter in return.
“Where’d Justin go?” Lance asks as they finally catch their breaths and sit up on the now-wrinkled mat.
JC shrugs. “Bathroom, I think. Maybe we landed on his bladder?”
Chris stands and grabs the cardboard spinner from Joey. “Okay, fools. It’s my turn as torturer. I mean, caller. Get out here, Justin!”
The door to the bathroom opens and JC looks away. He knows exactly why Justin had hurried in there. He was about two seconds behind him if things had gone a little differently.
He smiles to himself and takes a deep breath. ‘He’s too young,” JC reminds himself. When he looks up, Justin is smiling at him shyly, and Chris has started ordering people ‘to the mat’!
“You okay?” JC asks in a low voice.
Justin’s eyes get big and he nods.
“You know…” JC starts.
“Uh, really. It’s all good, C.”
“Sure?” JC is pretty sure he’s blushing himself. Justin is bright red, but he nods.
Chris interrupts with, “Are you ladies ready to play?” Chris takes Twister way too seriously.
Justin tears his eyes from JC and leaps on Chris, making them both sprawl on the couch. Lance shakes his head, laughing, and it’s another ten minutes before they can actually start the game.
JC always likes the nights they stay in. He’s never sure how it’s going to end up. But it’s always fun.
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