SUMMARY: NSYNC, GSF. Explicit sex, profanity. Sex within the
group would mess things up, right?

NOTE: This story is the result of an IRC chat with the talented
Caroline (cmbaker@...), who provided most of the good
lines, and tried to stop me from putting in the bad ones.


Holiday, by Mercutio (mercutio@...)


The one thing they all agreed on was that they couldn't have sex.

It would screw up the band if they had sex with each other. If
they got into a relationship and they broke up -- JC's contribution
-- or if the sex was bad -- Justin's contribution -- or if the sex
was too good -- Chris' contribution, which led to him being pelted
with Cheetos and Corn Nuts, because, as Justin put it, "you just
ain't that good, dawg."

"Well," Chris had retorted, "you aren't going to get a chance to
find out, now are you?"

The problem was that agreeing that they couldn't have sex didn't
stop them from wanting to do it. They were sexy. Even Joey had
admitted to that. They were groomed and dressed and packaged until
only blind and deaf men castrated before puberty wouldn't find them
sexy, and actually they would -- they'd just be in denial about it
out of bitterness. And maybe Britney Spears. And that last one
was really all Justin's fault. Well, and Chris' for the linguine
incident, and Lance's for being snitty. Being around each other
constantly made the attraction worse, not better.

Joey was the one to crack first, cornering them in the Quiet Room
before a show. "Look, this not having sex thing isn't working."

"Looks like it's working fine to me," Lance said. "No one's having
sex. We're still together. It's just the same as it's been all
along."

"Yeah, but now we've brought it out in the open. Talked about it.
It's... it's different now. I can't look at you without
thinking... well, it's different."

"What?" Lance asked.

"No, it is different," Chris said. "I mean, Justin's..." he
trailed off, looking at Justin's mouth. "Yeah."

Justin smiled. "Hey, you know. I'm a sexy thang."

JC interrupted. "What if we... no, that's... Silly, no. Can't do
that."

"What, C?"

"Well, what if we just did it sometimes? Like, on major holidays?"

Lance raised his eyebrows. "That's ridic--"

"Brilliant!" Chris said. "Y'know... Easter's coming up..."

"No," Lance said firmly. "No one is having sex on Easter. That's
disrespectful."

"But you're okay with the whole having sex on major holidays
thing?"

"Um..." Lance blushed. "There's this thing that JC does with
his... um, yeah. Just not on Easter though."

Chris pouted. "I wanted to play hide-the-Easter-egg."

"I think there's a Greek Orthodox version of Easter that's on a
different day," Joey said.

"Cool. I still want eggs though. And chocolate."

****

For Saint Patrick's Day, Chris dyed his pubic hair green. April
Fool's Day wasn't considered to be a major holiday, but once they'd
tied Chris and Justin to the bed and the couch respectively to
prevent a repeat of the linguine incident, the sex came pretty
automatically. Lance gave way over the Arbor Day issue because
he'd made them skip Easter. but only on the condition that Chris
stop making jokes about wood. And Justin claimed that they had to
do Passover because "it's all about respecting other people's
religious beliefs, yo."

"How is having sex on Passover respecting the beliefs of Jewish
people?" Lance asked.

"Shut up, man, and I'll suck your dick."

Even Lance had to admit that was a convincing argument.

****

Over time, the definition of major holidays got broader. JC
insisted that Beethoven's birthday was a holiday, as was John
Coltrane's, and many other famous songwriters and composers.
Justin insisted on including holidays of other religions, which led
to them having sex on the Tamil New Year, the Day of Hajj, Diwali,
and several other holidays that no one could pronounce. Lance
looked up holidays on his computer, and whenever no one else could
come up with a reasonable excuse, he provided one.

But it all came to an end on August 8th.

Chris was naked and had JC's dick in his mouth. Justin was wrapped
around Lance, who had a blissful smile on his face. So it was left
to Joey to ask, "What are we celebrating today, man?"

JC looked puzzled. Chris shrugged. Justin looked at Lance. "Um."

"What's the holiday? There is one, right?"

Justin sucked on Lance's neck, and Lance closed his eyes. "I...
ohh... can't remember. I don't think so."

Chris let JC's cock fall out of his mouth. "I think it's National
Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor's Porch Night."

"Dude. That's really lame."

JC whimpered. Chris petted him consolingly. "Joey. Shut up and
get naked already so JC can fuck you."

Joey stripped off his shirt. "Hell, sounds like a good enough
reason to celebrate to me."


-the end-


---mercutio@...---
"What's your plot to take over the world?"
"Take over the world? And, like, interact with other people? Thanks, but no
thanks."
--The Which Inner Circle Are You? quiz