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The Next Best Thing Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't know them, no money being made. Thanks to Silvia, the rockingest beta in the world. It's a quick glance across the red carpet, and Joey should have known better, because all it takes is a look, a brief moment to catch someone's eye, and then you're caught. Held in the intensity of a gaze. Joey shuts his eyes. smoky club and he feels their heat, the eyes, from across the room, turns and gasps and forgets to breathe and move move move he moves across the floor and nods when those eyes signal to follow. he follows him, will follow him, follows out the door to a cab and goes. Somebody's asking him a question about his pants, his stupid pants. He doesn't know where they hell they came from, and he could really care less. He sees Justin looking at him curiously, over Chris's head. Curious because this is warm, affable, loveable Joey, who's never short with anyone, quick with a smile and a joke to lighten the mood. you in the mood? he asks and Joey nods, nods, nods, because hell yeah, he's in the mood, he's ready to go, he's horny, baby, yeah! bruising kisses and tongue on tongue and ooh, there's a hand down his pants, and ooh, there's a hand on his ass and damn but this is good. he is good. They're moving closer, and Joey cringes, pulls his sunglasses out, slides them on. He learned that trick from AJ, who went on and on about how the eyes are the windows, or something like that. Whatever, he just doesn't want the whole world to see how he can't take his eyes off the man on the other side of the room. Doesn't want Justin to see. see? see, baby? the voice whispers in his ear and he moans and thrashes and presses himself back against the fingers inside him, fucks himself on them, wants more, needs more, needs touch, needs him and then the fingers are gone and he's inside and god, god, thank you god, love you god, he's a god They're being pushed forward, nudged by handlers, and he's right there. Joey can feel him. See him. Probably still taste him, if he tried. He licks his lips and shivers. He doesn't want to face him. He doesn't want to - "Kevin, my man!" Justin's face lights up in greeting. Justin's always eager like that, especially around people he knows. "Justin," Kevin smiles and nods, eyes sweeping across Justin's face, down his body, and Joey's hand goes to Justin's shoulder, feels his body language shift, change. Back off, he thinks, kid's mine. Kevin sees it, Joey knows he does, sees the smirk ghost across his lips and his eyes dance as he turns, those eyes finding their way to Joey's. Joey shivers, his hand tightening on Justin's shoulder. His face sets. He thinks it's probably not very pretty to see. Justin twitches, shakes off Joey's hand, looks at him curiously, and Joey sees Kevin's eyes light up with recognition, with understanding, maybe. He shrugs at Justin and pushes past Kevin. Feels a hand on his back and starts to turn, stops short at hot breath in his ear. "Later, maybe? We could?" "Don't need a pity fuck," Joey hisses under his breath, eyes straight ahead, and then Kevin's face is in his, those eyes again, swallowing him up. "Not a pity fuck," Kevin says. "Or, well. Maybe. But that's a two-way street." And then Nick's behind Kevin, smacking his ass and tugging on him and Joey sees it then, too, in Kevin's eyes. Dimly, he thinks, gotta get that man shades. He tells too much with a look. He should hide. Kevin shakes his head, starts to turn. "Lucky bastards, aren't we? The world on its knees for us, but not the ones we want." Joey smiles at that, almost chuckles but doesn't as Justin appears in front of him again, nodding at him to hurry up. The smile's gone as quickly as it came, and he goes, goes because Justin asks. He'd go anywhere Justin would ask. If Justin asked. Kevin asked, Joey thinks. And remembers that night again. eyes those eyes always those eyes on him in him penetrating he shivers under them as the body above his moves inside him breaking breaking breaking him until he's raw and hungry and desperate with need and a twist of the hips and a flick of the thumb and he's at once come undone and put back together again He finds Kevin again in the crowd and holds up his phone. Call me, he mouths. He smirks to himself. We'll do lunch. Where a rose is tended, a thistle cannot grow. - The Secret Garden, by F.H Burnett ~fin~ For TNL, on his birthday.
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