For fuzzyfruit: "Where/how JC learned to make that lovely blowjob face in the ADIDAS video."

"I'm just -- I'm just saying," Britney said, and leaned drunkenly over Justin's thighs to claim the bottle of tequila and wave it around for punctuation before drinking directly out of it. She left lipstick stains on the mouth, but they'd all agreed ahead of time that little details like that could be safely ignored. "I don't think you can. Really make a comparison or anything, unless you've been on both ends of it."

"Giving and receiving?" Joey held out the hand for the bottle next, and Brit handed it over with careful and exaggerated precision. "Okay, hands up, everyone in the room who hasn't had experience both performing and receiving oral sex."

"No, that's not what I mean. Not giving and receiving. It's like. You know. Girls and boys." Britney waved her hands. "Like, it's entirely different cultures, you know? What you do with a cock is entirely different than what you do with a cunt. With boys it's all --" Another of those wild and inexplicable hand gestures, this one defining an immediately recognizable shape. "And with girls, it's all delicate and concentrated and --" Her fingers described a tiny motion. "And it's just different, you know? I don't think that you can say that you're, like, a master of oral sex or anything without having experience with both."

"I think I can safely say that I've never had any complaints," Lance drawled. "And I don't feel the urge to explore the flower of womanhood to expand my horizons."

"Talking in complete sentences. Not enough booze in you." Joey handed over the tequila bottle.

"No, no," Britney insisted. "I mean. Hell. I'm too drunk to make sense. I mean, like, you all sit around and boast about how good you are at oral sex, but nobody ever, like, goes for the full spectrum. And you can't say stuff like that without being able to back it up."

"So someone should test this theory of yours, Brit," Chris said, suddenly. His eyes were dark and dangerous. "Go from girls to boys. Or, okay, for you and Lance, boys to girls."

There was a sudden charged silence for a minute, and then JC snagged the bottle of tequila from Lance and knocked back a good mouthful of it, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. "Okay," he said, feeling it buzz through his veins. "I'll be the guinea pig."

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