Justin managed to wait for three days after the tour had finished. Three whole days. Then he broke down, and showed up on JC's doorstep.

"I want sex."

"What?"

"I brought beer. And movies."

"Justin."

"Are you gonna let me in, or what?"

"Yeah, okay," JC said, and stepped aside.

"Okay then. Beer, movies, and sex it is. Although, not necessarily in that order."

"I'm not fucking you," JC said, following into the living room, "so we'd better have the movies first."

"You are, you know. No one can resist my charms."

"What did you bring?"

"My Fair Lady, Labyrinth, and my sweet ass. And some Corona."

"You could at least try to woo me with good beer."

"Snob."

"It's called having taste buds, J. You might want to try it."

"I have taste. I picked you."

JC laughed, and stuck Labyrinth in the VCR.

"You laughing at me, C?"

"Justin, I'm not gonna fuck you."

"Perhaps you're not grasping the full picture here." Justin sat cross-legged in front of the TV, a bottle of Corona in his lap. "Let me spell it out."

"I feel like I'm under house-arrest," JC muttered, but he waved his hand for Justin to continue.

"Let's start with the basics. I'm hot."

"Granted."

"I'm funny. Perhaps not as funny as Chris, but I'm still funny."

"I live on a bus with you. I know just how funny the two of you are."

Justin winced. "I'm sexy. I'm rich. Practically every teenaged girl in the Western World wants to fuck me, and quite a few boys as well. I'm a first class vintage here, C."

"I freely admit all of this."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm straight, Justin."

Justin laughed, deep and long. He crawled over to kneel in front of JC, and practically purred. "I can fix that."

At some point during the blur of time that followed, JC must have accidentally hit the remote control, because when he cleared his mind, Justin was slowly re-buttoning his fly for him and the opening credits of Labyrinth were blaring on the television screen.

"What *was* that?" he asked.

"And here I thought you were all worldly."

"Justin."

"Well, really, C. You *must* have had a blowjob before."

"I'm straight," JC said, shaking his head. "I know I am."

Justin smiled. "Beer?"

"Please." He took a long pull on Corona, not even noticing how bad it tasted. Justin kneeled before him expectantly. "Do. Um. I mean. Do you want me to." He waved his hands vaguely. "I can. I never, but."

"I'd rather just fuck you," Justin said.

JC blinked. "O-okay."

"Really?"

"Well, fuck, J. That was. I mean."

Justin laughed, and pulled JC off the couch.

"C, I'm gonna make you sing like a nightingale. Just you wait."

JC trailed behind Justin up the stairs, his eyes still slightly unfocused.

"Chirp, chirp," he said.