gsf. some sex would be nice, but the morning after is good too.

Thirty seconds after his first orgasm, Lance's brain -- which had apparently shut off the minute that JC kissed him and Chris slipped his hands down Lance's jeans -- woke up with a screech-bang that could probably have masqueraded as a full-on pileup on the interstate. "Waitaminute, wait, wait, woah, hold on, stop," he babbled, his hands flailing, and nearly hitting Justin (who was in the middle of giving a blowjob that Joey was, apparently, quite enjoying) in the back of the head.

"Oooh," Chris said. "Second thoughts."

"I'm not -- it's just -- shouldn't we talk about this? Shouldn't we just -- I don't know, this isn't -- normal people don't -- I just --"

"We're not normal," JC said, and pressed his fingers against Lance's lips before turning his head to lick at Joey's neck.

"Shut up and enjoy the ride, Bass," Chris advised, and crawled over Lance's chest.

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