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Chapter 5

"Mooooom," Justin called as he flew down the stairs. He had his knapsack flung over one shoulder and was racing towards the front closet.

"Justin, you sound like a herd of elephants. What is going on?"

"Nick called, can I go to his house for a sleep over?" Justin stopped at the front door. He had his running shoes on, his bag settled over both shoulders and a pillow under one arm. He was smiling at her with practiced precision and just a hint of the puppy dog eyes he knew she couldn't resist.

"Do I have a choice?"

Justin pretended to think about it. Finally, he shook his head. "No, not really." Justin knew that Nick had been spending the day with Kevin, and since Chris had a rare night off, they were thinking of doing something. Just as he was about to call and see if Lance wanted to hang out with them the phone rang. It was Nick. He’d just gotten home from Kevin’s and taken a shower. Nick hadn’t even toweled off before he’d phoned Justin, asking if he could sleep over. Nick was about to call Lance when he got off the phone with Justin to see if he could sleep over too.

"I’m so there, have you guys eaten yet?" Justin had asked. He could smell his mother already making dinner and knew that she wouldn't' be too impressed with the late notice, but at the same time, she wouldn’t stop him from going over.

"Not yet. Dad’s making barbeque. Hot dogs, hamburgers and salads. Come for dinner..." Nick pulled the phone from his ear to talk to his dad. Justin heard him telling Bob Carter that he and Lance would be coming for dinner and his mom should make more food. "Come for dinner, gotta call Lance. See you soon."

Nick had hung up before Justin gave him an answer. They both knew Justin would be there before dinner was on the table.

"Go tell your father to drive you, I can’t leave dinner while it’s in the middle of cooking." Lynne headed off into the kitchen, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath about teenagers and how they needed everything done rightawaynow!

"DAAAAD," Justin called as he headed through the house. He found his father in the basement working on a toy model train with his brothers. "Mom says you have to drive me to Nick’s."

Paul looked up, an amused expression on his face. Steven’s eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. "We’re going to Nick’s?"

Justin burst into laughter at how excited Steven got, which only caused Steven to laugh as well.

"I’m going to Nick’s. I’m sleeping over dad. Mom won’t drive me because she’s making dinner, so can you please please please drive me?"

"I’m kind of busy here, Steven and I are making ..."

"I wanna see Nicky," Steven said with excitement.

"Dork, I’m going to his house. Not you."

"Justin, don’t talk to your brother like that." Paul scolded.

"Sorry."

"Thank you." Paul looked down at Steven who was playing with the train on the track. "You wanna go for a ride? Maybe see Nick?" Steven nodded. Paul then checked his watch. Come on, your mother will have a bird if we’re not here when dinner is ready."

Justin grinned, giving his father a tight hug. Steven followed suit, copying his big brother’s actions. "Thanks dad."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"LANCE!! PHONE!!!" Stacey yelled impatiently. "

Lance jumped as Stacey kicked his door. He smiled when he heard his father’s voice booming up the stairs.

"You were not raised in a barn child. We do not kick doors in this house, nor do we yell like savages at one another."

"Sorry Daddy," Stacey called back sweetly. Lance opened the door with a grin on his lips.

"May I help you?" He asked smugly. Lance watched as his sister’s eyes narrowed.

"Phone, Jerk. And hurry the hell up, I was in the middle of something."

Lance growled at her and took the phone from his sister’s hand. Where usually they got along impeccably, Stacey had recently turned thirteen and gone ‘completely mental’. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was a teenager and when girls turned thirteen they had some sort of severe hormone imbalance, or she just needed a good kick to the head, but Lance was starting to wish she would either run away from home or his parents would put her on medication.

"DAD ...." Lance yelled down the hall, "Stacey swore at me."

"STACEY," Jim Bass yelled. "Watch your language, don’t make me ground you."

"I hate you," Stacey sneered. Lance gloated smugly which only further infuriated her. She turned on her heel and stomped down the hall. She spun around, gave Lance the finger and slammed her door shut.

"Don’t provoke her," Diane Bass said softly as she exited the bathroom.

"Mom, did you see she gave me the finger?"

"Yes, and I’ll talk to her later. Without going to your father. Punishing her will only make her angrier. Have patience, she’s going through rough times."

Lance rolled his eyes and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" He still had no idea who was calling for him.

"What happened to Stacey? She turned into psycho bitch from hell." Lance grinned as Nick’s voice came through the line.

"Try living with her," Lance groaned. He threw himself on his bed where he’d previously been reading a book and made himself comfortable. "So what’s up?"

Nick shimmied as he walked through the house. Ever since he’d woken up with Kevin, snuggled warmly in his arms as Kevin lay spooned around him, Nick had been in the best mood ever. They had originally planned on spending the day together and then doing something at night, but both Nick and Kevin agreed that it would be best if they saw each other tomorrow. Kevin hadn’t seen Joey, Brian or Chris in forever, especially since all of Chris’ free time was occupied by Justin, and Nick desperately wanted to talk to his two best friends to discuss the events of that afternoon. He quietly snuck into the kitchen, had a carrot in his hand and had it halfway to his mouth when his mother’s voice nearly scared him to death.

"You will not ruin your dinner young man," Jane threatened with a salad tong. Nick flashed her a sweet smile and winked as he ran out of the kitchen with the carrot in hand.

"What’s up," Nick answered with a giggle. "is that my mom is going to kill me for sneaking food." He made his way to the living room and fell into a big comfy chair, eating the carrot happily. "What else is up, is that you and J are coming over for a sleep over party. Tonight. Now. Dad’s making hamburgers and hot dogs, mom’s making salad and then we’re going to stay up all night and talk."

Lance’s face broke out into a grin and he felt himself getting excited. It had been a while since the three of them had a sleep over. The last one had been at Nick’s grandparents house in July. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Come on over, now."

"Let me go ask." Lance exited his room and met up with Stacey in the hall.

"Are you done yet?" She asked impatiently. Lance shook his head and was about to stick his tongue out at her, but took heed to what his mother said.

"Not yet, but give me five minutes and I’ll be out of your hair until tomorrow."

Something flashed in Stacey’s eyes, it was gone before Lance could figure out what it was. "Why?"

"Gonna sleep over at Nick’s."

This time Stacey’s cheeks darkened and she averted her eyes. "Just you?"

"Nah, Justin too." Lance watched as a strange smile crossed his sister’s lips. He narrowed his eyes and backed away from her. When he put the phone up to his ear he could hear Nick laughing. "What’s so funny."

Nick’s laughter got louder now that he knew Lance was back on the phone. "My sisters are in love with Justin, and your sister is in love with him. God, I can’t wait to tease him."

"How do you know she’s in love with him?" Lance asked. He guessed that’s what the expression on her face had been when he’d said Justin was going to be there, but it was creepy to have his sister crushing on his best friend.

"Did you not hear her sigh when you said his name? Plus she’s always staring at him when we’re over." Nick finished the carrot and wondered if he could sneak any more food out of the kitchen without getting caught. He was hungrier than he could ever remember being in his life. Kevin seemed to have done something to him earlier at his house and everything Nick heard, felt and tasted was amplified by a million. "But enough of Stacey’s crush on Juju, ask if you can sleep over."

Lance rushed down the stairs into the kitchen where his mother was about to throw a pot into the oven. "Mom?"

"Give me ten minutes Lance, I just want to clean this up and then I’ll drive you over. I trust Jane knows you’ll be staying for dinner and sleeping over?" Diane had been witness to too many last minute sleep overs and dinner invitations to recognize them from the start. She watched her son’s face turn pink and she grinned.

"Does your mom know?" Lance asked.

"What?" Nick stopped in his tracks. His heart started to race and his stomach was churning. "What do you mean by that?"

Lance heard a strange note in Justin’s voice and laughed. "About tonight, does she know that we’re coming over Mom’s asking."

Nick exhaled the breath he’d been holding and gave a nervous laugh that was louder than necessary. Of course Lance wouldn’t know what he’d done earlier at Kevin’s. No one knew except for him and Kevin, and soon Justin and Lance, but until Nick told them, they wouldn’t know. "Uhhh, of course."

Lance shook his head and chuckled. He knew what was coming. Just as he was handing the phone over, his mother rolled her eyes and made a motion for it. "Give it here Lance."

"Moooom," Lance whined.

"Nickolas, may I speak with your mother please?"

"Hi Mrs. Bass, what’s up?"

"Your mother Nickolas." Diane’s voice was kind, but firm. Nick knew better than to argue. He trudged through the house, stopping when he got to the kitchen. With one glance down at the phone in his hand, he knew why Diane was asking to speak to his mom. In a last minute judgment call, he looked up and smiled at his mom.

"Can Justin and Lance come over for dinner and then sleep over?"

Jane gave Nick a less than impressed smile and cocked an eyebrow. "Who is on the phone?"

"Yes or no?"

"Nickolas," Nick could hear his and Lance’s mom in stereo and started to giggle. He handed the phone over and listened to his mother’s side of the conversation, biting his nails nervously.

"Of course ...not a problem ...you know these boys ...oh really? How long has it been going on? ...you know, it’s such a rough age on a girl ..." Nick’s eyes narrowed and suddenly the atmosphere in the room became much more serious. He rolled his eyes and, for the millionth time since he realized the difference between girls and boys, thanked God he was born a boy. Girls had so many issues.

"So ...can he?"

"What Nick?" Jane asked. She pulled the phone from her ear and smiled at her son.

"So is he coming over?" Nick didn’t want to stick around for whatever serious talk his mother was having about with Lance’s mom.

"Yes, as we speak, Lance’s father is getting ready to drive him over. Now go in and tell your father to throw more on for two more..." Jane stopped to think about something. "...for three more, I’ve seen Justin eat." Jane went back to her conversation with Diane, knowing that her friend was in desperate need of advice in dealing with her teenage daughter. "...you have to trust her, I know it’s hard..."

"Awesome," Nick pumped his fist in the air and ran out of the room towards the back yard to tell his father that Justin and Lance were coming over for sure.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They’d eaten dinner, had two helpings of desert each, Justin had spent a torturous hour being gawked at by Nick’s sisters, which was followed with another torturous hour being teased by Nick about his sisters’ crush on him, and by Lance about his sister’s crush on him and played video games for a while. But now they were in the basement, watching movies and eating popcorn, all snugly wrapped up in their sleeping bags. Nick’s face had been permanently stuck in a wide, toothy grin, his stomach still churning excitedly. He so desperately wanted to tell Justin and Lance about his afternoon, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

Thankfully, Justin did it for him.

To Lance’s protests, Justin flicked the TV off and rolled so that he was facing Nick, who was positioned in the middle of them

"Why’d you turn that off?" Lance whined. "It was just getting good."

"You’ve seen it a million times Lance," Justin said as he rolled his eyes. "Besides, I want to know why Nick’s been smiling like a lunatic all night." All eyes were on Nick who began to blush profusely.

Lance moved so that he was sitting up, cross-legged on his sleeping bag. "Yeah. Not that I mind, but tonight’s party was a little ..sudden. I thought you were spending the night with Kevin."

Nick’s blush deepened at the mention of his boyfriend’s name. Especially at the thought of spending the night with him. "I ...spent the afternoon with him." The coy smirk on his face, along with the slight tremble in his hand caused for Justin and Lance to exchange curious glances.

"And what did you do?" Justin asked with a giggle. When Nick ducked his head down, both Justin and Lance started to laugh.

"Ooooh.... This is good!"

"Tell us what happened ...."

Nick took a few calming breaths, pictured Kevin earlier that afternoon and crawled out of his sleeping bag to sit up. He nervously played with the hem of his pajama pants and sighed.

"Oh come on," Lance said. "I tell you what AJ and I do all the time."

"I’ll share," Nick assured him. He didn’t want Lance to think that he wasn’t going to tell them, especially since Lance was right. T hey were always asking him questions and getting details about when they made out, so it was only fair Nick shared too. "It’s just ..."

"Embarrassing," Lance nodded. "I know."

"If you ever don’t want to tell us anything," Justin was now worried that Lance had felt uncomfortable when they were asking him things. He was relieved when Lance smiled and shook his head.

"No, I don’t mind. It’s just ...weird to talk about it." He turned to Nick and rubbed his hands together. "So.. Get with the details. Were you kissing?"

Nick nodded.

"Tongue kissing?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "When do they not tongue kiss?"

"We kiss without tongues," Nick protested. Both Lance and Justin snickered and he growled. "We do."

"Of course." Lance shrugged. "Tongue kissing."

Justin thought. As a joke he snickered as he asked the next question. "Nakedness?"

Neither Justin nor Lance had expected the silence that followed. When Justin asked, Nick was supposed to squeal and strongly convince them that NO, there was NO nakedness. Nick's silence indicated that there was nakedness.

"Holy shit," Lance fell over and clutched his pillow to his heart. He closed his eyes to envision Kevin naked. He was very happy and in love with AJ, but he wasn’t dead and he knew how sexy Kevin was clothed, he could only imagine how good he looked naked.

"You killed him," Justin pointed out. He and Nick burst into laughter while Lance swooned. Justin then turned to Nick and repeated his question. "So, yeah with the nakedness?"

Nick meekly nodded his head. His eyes met Justin’s and he saw surprise and awe there. He knew for certain, Justin and Chris hadn’t gotten to the nakedness aspect of their fooling around and up until that night, he had always looked to Lance for guidance. Nick just hoped that Justin wasn’t upset that he had gotten further with Kevin than Justin had gone with Chris, especially since Chris and Justin had been together a lot longer than he and Kevin had been. "Yeah."

"You or him?" Justin asked. Lance’s head popped up to hear the answer.

"Him." Nick’s voice was a whisper.

Lance whimpered. Justin laughed. "I think Lance is crushing on your man."

Nick gave Lance the evil eye, who only gave him a shrug and a smile. "He’s hot."

"He is."

"He’s not AJ, but he’s hot."

"Blah, blah, blah, AJ, AJ, AJ. We’ve heard about AJ, lets hear about Kevin," Justin teased. He smiled at Lance to let him know he was kidding before focusing his attention on Nick. "How did it happen? What happened? Tell us everything."

"Well, I’d gone over to help him pack everything. His parents are out all day and night, some big function they had to go to tonight for dinner that will be lasting until like 1 am. So we were packing and I was teasing him because he left EVERYTHING until the last minute. Then he tackles me on the bed ..." Justin sighed and Nick paused. "What?"

"I love it when Chris and I are wrestling and then he stops to just kiss me."

Lance grinned knowingly. "Yeah."

Justin snapped out of his reverie. "Continue."

"So he tackled me and pinned me down, I was pretending to be all sexy,"

"You don’t have to pretend," Lance said, blushing when both Nick and Justin stared at him.

"What?" Nick asked.

Lance looked away, obviously embarrassed. He hadn’t intended on saying that part out loud. Now that he had both Justin and Nick’s attention, he was going to have to say something. "You don’t have to pretend. You are sexy."

"You think I’m sexy?" Nick said just as Justin asked, "You think he’s sexy?"

"Duh."

Nick beamed from the compliment. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now keep talking."

Justin cocked his head to the side and frowned slightly. "Am I sexy?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "How many times does Chris have to remind you that you’re totally sexy before you believe it?"

Justin gave a snort and waved Nick off. "Chris doesn’t count. I mean, he does in the most important way ever and if he ever thought I wasn’t sexy, I’d be crushed, but ...he HAS to think I’m sexy. I’m his boyfriend. Do you guys think I’m sexy?"

Lance and Nick exchanged weird glances before Nick nodded. "Uh, totally."


Justin looked to Lance who nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

"Awesome."

"So we were just kissing, no big deal right. We usually just kiss. Sometimes we over the clothes touch, and under the clothes, but that’s not below the waist. Never below the waist," Nick continued his story, feeling more at ease than he had when they’d started the conversation.

"Until today," Justin teased. When Nick’s face burned bright red, Justin’s eyes widened so much that they nearly popped out of his head. "WHAT?" He screeched. Kevin being naked was one thing, but if they under the clothes touched and Kevin wasn’t wearing clothes, then it had to be under NICK’S clothes that were being touched.

Nick laid down and buried his face in his pillow. Lance’s jaw was nearly on the floor. They could practically hear their hearts racing in the silent room. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and all three boys screamed as they scrambled into their sleeping bags. They were all breathing erratically and giggling at how silly they sounded.

"What?" Nick screamed as the knocking persisted.

"We can’t come down unless you say it’s okay!" Nick’s sister BJ called. She was two years younger than Nick and was going into grade eight in a week. When he was in grade eleven, she would be starting Lincoln High and he hoped to god she wouldn’t be a total embarrassment.

"COME IN." Nick called as Justin shook his head. "What?" Nick asked.

"Oh man ....now we’re never gonna get rid of her."

Lance snickered. "BJ loves Justin ...BJ loves Justin..."

"What do you want, Goober?" Nick asked his sister as she bounded down the stairs. Almost immediately after, two more sets of feet raced down the stairs, following close behind. The three boys looked up to see Leslie and Angel grinning down at them. Or more accurately, staring at Justin.

"Hi Justin," they greeted him in unison.

"Oh man," Justin groaned as he slid deeper into his sleeping bag.

"What do you want?" Nick repeated himself. The girls tore their gazes from Justin to look at their brother.

"We heard Justin yell, and mom said to come down and check on you," BJ said with concern. "Is everything okay?"

"We’re fine. Go away."

"But ..."

"Go away."

"Justin, do you need anything?"

"No."

"Yes, he does need something," Nick said, exasperated. His sisters were such pains. The girls’ eyes lit up and they grinned.

"What?"

"He needs you to go away and leave him the hell alone."

"I’m telling mom you swore," Leslie said, embarrassed by Nick’s behaviour. She hated how Nick was always making fun of them or treating them bad when Justin was around, just so he would think they were uncool.

"Hell isn’t a swear word," Nick argued. He stopped when Lance chuckled. "What?"

"I told dad on Stacey today because she said hell."

Nick gave Lance the finger and the girls ‘oooohed’. I’m telling mom about that too."

"Okay, you tell mom that I swore and gave Lance the finger and I’ll tell Justin what you say about him when..."

BJ stood straight up, her back rigid. "What?"

"You heard me."

Justin watched BJ’s eyes dart from her brother to his best friend. His best friend who was so dreamy, and gorgeous, and smart, and athletic. His best friend who, BJ knew in her heart, would fall madly in love with her and they’d get married and have tons of kids together. BJ then turned to Leslie and growled at her. "Don’t you dare tell mom anything."

"But..."

"I swear, I’ll kill you in your sleep if you do."

Three sets of eyes widened in surprise and the boys all flashed each other worried glances. They all nearly expected her head to start spinning around and green vomit to come flooding out of her mouth. The Exorcist was definitely a movie that Nick certainly hadn’t been ready to watch, and still scared him to death. He turned to Lance. "Psycho bitch," he mouthed.

"Tell me about it," Lance replied.

Leslie sighed and smiled at Justin. "Okay, fine. I’ll see you later, Justin."

Angel was right behind her sister. "Bye Justin."

BJ was the last to go. "Later Justin. Night."

As the girls filtered up the stairs slowly, taking time to watch Justin roll his eyes and shake his head, Lance waved. "Bye girls, nice talking to you too. We should do this again sometime."

Nick snorted and punched Justin in the shoulder. "They luuuuuuv you."

"Oh my god, I am so embarrassed."

"So you’re still gonna tell Justin what they say about him, right?" Lance asked. Nick grinned and nodded.

"Of course."

Justin shook his head. "I don’t want to know what they say."

"Oh believe me, you do." Nick argued.

"First though, I want you to continue what you were telling us before. There was under the clothes touching?"

"That comes after the nakedness," Nick confessed. His cheeks once again were full of colour. He saw that Lance and Justin were watching him with awe, and knew that he had to keep going. "So we started kissing right, and it was so nice. He always makes me melt when he kisses me, and he had his hand on my hip under my tee shirt, and I had my hand up the back of his tee shirt, just scratching on his back lightly."

Justin closed his eyes and thought about the last time he and Chris had been making out and he’d had his hand under Chris’ tee shirt. With a sigh, he opened his eyes and kept listening.

"But I could feel him, he was so hard underneath me and I knew he wanted me to do something, but I didn’t know what. All I knew was I wanted to make him happy."

"I’m sure he was happy," Lance said with a giant grin.

"Yeah, but I wanted him to ...you know ...come."

"What did you do?"

"I asked him what he wanted."

"And?" Justin asked, leaning over so much that if someone had have flicked his shoulder lightly, he would have fallen forward.

"He didn’t want to tell me at first, but I begged him. I was moving against him all sexy, and begging him to tell me what to do. So he reached down and undid his pants."

Lance fell over again. This time, he was followed closely by Justin. Nick continued on with the story, giving every detail that his brain could remember. He told them how nervous he was, how afraid he was of hurting Kevin, or not making it feel good enough, he even told them how he wasn’t sure what would happen when Kevin came since he’d never done any of that before, not to anyone else.

Lance and Justin both took the opportunity to ask questions, blushing just as much as Nick.

"So what happened, when he was done?" Justin asked breathlessly. Nick bit his lip and smiled nervously.

"We kissed a bit more and he asked if I wanted him to make me come."

"Did ...he jerk you off too?" Lance asked. His jaw dropped when Nick nodded.

"He put his hand in my pants and jerked me off. I was sitting on his lap and..."

"Did it feel good?"

It was Nick who fell over this time. "Oh god, it felt so good. He’s so strong, and he moves his hand in this twisty motion, and he knows just when to go hard and when to not. I came so hard."

Justin palmed his erection and closed his eyes, wishing that Chris were there with him right then and they could try it. He’d have to ask his boyfriend if they could maybe do that too sometime, because if it was half as good as Nick and Lance said it was, he so needed to be getting in on that.

"And ..." Nick blushed. He thought about how he’d brought his hand up to his mouth when he'd been jerking Kevin off and tasted the sticky fluid. Unsure if they would think he was gross or weird, he didn’t know if he should tell them about that either.

"And what? What else?" Lance asked, wide eyed.

"Well," Nick started. "When ...when Kevin came, some of it got on my hand."

Lance knew exactly what Nick was going to say and he snickered. He could see it in the blonde’s expression and sat up straight. "Did you taste it?"

Justin’s face scrunched up into obvious disgust. "Ewww."

Nick looked surprised and ignored Justin’s reaction. His eyes were focused on Lance’s, silently wondering how he knew.

"Did you?"

"Yeah."

Lance nodded. "Gross?"

Nick snickered. "Totally."

"But hot, huh?"

"Oh my god," Nick said, tremendously relieved. He felt his stomach jumping and the adrenaline pumping wildly in his veins. "I knew it was kinda gross and kinky, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to know what it tasted like, so I brought my hand up to my mouth and I licked some of it off."

"Did Kevin get off on it?" Lance knew how hot AJ thought it was when Lance did the same thing, and figured that all guys were pretty much similar.

Nick nodded. "I felt him start to get hard under me again.

Justin felt slightly left out of their conversation, since he hadn’t done anything that his two best friends were talking about. He tried not to let the jealousy get in the way of what was important. "What did it taste like?"

Nick scrunched up his nose. "Really salty. I hear that what you eat affects how it tastes." Just the memory of him saying that earlier and Kevin’s reaction caused for Nick to blush.

"What?"

"I said that to Kevin, asked him what he’d been eating."

"And?" Lance asked, curious as to what would make Nick blush like that, especially since he’d already said so many embarrassing things.

"Well, when he came, some of it shot up and hit me in the face. Well, not my face, but my jaw and my throat. I think he liked that because he groaned, ‘fuck that’s hot’ when it happened, but then when I said that thing about what he eats and how bad it tasted, he didn’t believe me and licked the come off of my jaw."

Lance hadn’t been prepared for that and gasped, picturing Kevin licking come off of Nick’s face. "Wow."

"Yeah. Then we curled up, he pulled his pants back to his hips and we slept for a bit. He spooned up behind me and held me in his arms. It was so great to wake up with him, that he was the last thing I saw and the first thing I saw."

"That is so cool. Oh my god, I’m so jealous." Justin admitted. Just one look at Nick told him that his best friend was happier than he’d ever been in his entire life, and considering Kevin would be leaving for school in just a few days, he didn’t want to begrudge his best friend anything. Especially not this time with Kevin, and Justin didn’t want Nick worrying about how jealous Justin was of him.

"Don’t be jealous," Nick pleaded. He was worried by the tone of Justin’s voice that he would be mad at him. "It’s never like that, just this once. Plus he’s going away..."

"Oh, I’m not mad jealous. I mean, you had to listen to me go on about me and Chris for the longest time before Kevin stopped being a goober and admitted he was in love with you. It’s just, I don’t think Chris wants to do any under the clothes or naked touching with me. He never tries, at least he could try to get in my pants, you know?"

"I think he respects you too much, and loves you too much to," Lance admitted with a shrug. Justin frowned.

"I just wish sometimes he wouldn’t respect me so much."

All three teens burst into laughter as they forced Nick to repeat all the ‘good bits’ of his afternoon. "So," Justin asked about an hour later when they’d all stopped giggling about the thought of Kevin naked and Nick jerking him off. "Are you going to give him sex before you go?"

Nick shook his head quickly. He’d taken a big step today, but that was definitely still a far ways off. "God no... Now that I know how huge he is..."

"How big IS he?" Lance was curious.

"Like ...a banana? A cucumber?" Justin asked. They all giggled at the thought. Nick shrugged. He tried to remember what it was like for his hands, how much room there was left and how wide around it was. Finally, he held up his hands and gave a rough approximation.

"WOW!"

"Is that good?" Nick asked. Justin and Lance shrugged. Finally Nick sighed. "Well, he’s bigger than me." With a glance to the clock, they could see that it was well past midnight. Nick felt a yawn threaten and he slid back into his sleeping bag. "I just can’t believe that we did it."

"Me either," Lance agreed as he followed suit. "I’m happy for you. And I'm glad that it was good."

"Can you do me a favour?" Justin asked. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Nick. When the blonde nodded, Justin grinned. "Tell him to tell Chris how good it was, so then Chris will want to do it with me."

"If Kevin tells Chris how good it was with Nick, then Chris is going to want to do it with Nick," Lance argued. Justin’s eyes bulged out and Nick grimaced.

"No offense, but eww." Nick shuddered. Justin narrowed his eyes and glared at him.

"What’s wrong with Chris?"

"Nothing. He’s your boyfriend."

"Fine," Justin thought about it. "You’re right Lance. I’ve got to come up with another plan."

"Don’t worry about it J, it’ll happen when it happens. And then when it does.."

"We’ll be doing it all the time," Justin assured them. When they snickered, he nodded his head. "I’m serious.

"We know."

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