Candied Chris (part one)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:52:25 UTC
Standing in Joey’s hallway, dressed in a pink tutu, white tights and pink dance slippers, complete with pink satin ribbons crossing their way up his calves, Justin is past embarrassment, he’s pissed off. “Damn it JC, you said *Ballet Dancer*.”
Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly!”
“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion.
“Ballet dancer,” Justin corrects, his arms folded sternly as he eyes Bri’s pink tights and tiny wings.
“Fawee!” Bri shouts in glee. “Dada, where’s Unca Jussin’s wand? He needs a wand, then we can go and make good fawee spells.”
“I’m a ballet dancer,” mumbles Justin, pouting.
Joey’s hand pats him on the back, then corrals him, sending him toward the staircase. “Well, tonight you’re a fairy. And no objections either. Bri says you’re a fairy, so a fairy you will be.” Joey can see Justin’s about to voice further protests, so he cuts him off quickly. “Unca Jussin’s a good fairy, just like Bri. Time for all good fairies to go upstairs and pick out their magic wands. Come on Justin, Bri has handfuls of them.”
Justin plants his feel firmly until he sees Joey kiss Bri’s cheek and watches Bri giggle with delight.
Candied Chris (part two)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:53:03 UTC
They come down minutes later only to see all the guests totally captivated by JC and his bewitching erotic belly dance. Joey moves quickly to cover Bri’s eyes and works hard to keep them covered as JC shimmies around seductively, stripping off a veil every few seconds. Some of them he flips into the air, dancing out of the way before they land. Others he’s seductively wrapped around the necks or waists of guests as he pulls them close, inviting them into his dance momentarily.
Many of the girls are charmed by the invitation, unable to resist laying their hands on him as they dance, but he only spends a few seconds with each partner before he twirls away. Lance blushes fiercely when he’s captured by one of JC’s veils, especially when JC reels him in close, kissing his cheek. He’s happy to play along though. He’s had plenty to drink, but can still concentrate on the beat as he slides an arm in behind JC’s back, watching as JC bends backward until his head nearly touching the floor.
Holding JC firmly, Lance earns cheers from the crowd when he grinds their crotches together. Their friends laugh along when Lance fakes a look of shock, mouth open wide with one palm pressed against his cheek as he acts surprised at feeling JC’s cock hard against his own.
Spinning away, JC targets his next victim: an obviously drunk Chris. Dressed in shorts, sneakers and a Metallica t-shirt, Chris is transfixed by JC’s lascivious movements. JC’s barely gotten a veil around Chris when Chris takes him in his arms and licks from his collarbone to his jaw.
“God you’re sexy,” he whispers into JC’s ear, his breath is warm and heavily scented with alcohol.
JC presses his hands against Chris’ shoulders as he wonders just how much Chris has had to drink. “Chris, it’s me. It’s JC.”
Spreading his feet apart, Chris has pulled JC close to him, rubbing his cock against JC’s hip as he nibbles against JC’s ear. “I’ve never wanted you more,” confesses Chris, his eyes glazed over, clouded by booze.
“Chris, I. I need to finish my dance,” JC sputters. This isn’t the reaction he’d counted on and he wonders whether Chris is playing with him, or seriously turned on. It tears his heart to push Chris away, but he knows he has to. He can’t let Chris accost him in front of their friends.
Swallowing hard, he stares at Chris after Joey has pulled him away, his hand firmly wrapped around Chris’ arm as they walk across the room. Joey’s still holding Bri in his other arm, but Kelly quickly whisks her off as Joey sternly talks to Chris about his behavior in front of the small children who are at the party. JC’s heart sinks as he sees Justin and Chris sent into the other room to play with the children. A sudden round of applause snaps him back to the present and he realizes that he’s stopped dancing, even though the music is still playing. Thinking quickly, he takes a couple bows before heading off to get something to drink.
Candied Chris (part three)jaciesplaceNovember 24 2005, 15:53:41 UTC
Hours later, after most of the guests have left, JC finds himself chatting with Lance. He’s flattered by the looks Lance is giving him. He’s thought about suggesting a hookup between himself and his bandmates in the past, but was always afraid that even asking would screw up their friendship. At one time or another, he’s found each of them attractive and he knows he’d be interested in exploring a sexual relationship if any of them ever suggested it. Tonight Lance seems interested, his hand cupping JC’s elbow as they chat.
They both turn around when they hear Joey’s voice desperately asking, “What did you give him?”
Justin’s voice sounds startled, as he replies, “Just candy. He was into the kids’ candy is all.”
“You know what sugar does to him!”
They can hear Chris yelling breathlessly as he runs, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
A moment later Chris runs into the room with Joey and Justin a few steps behind him. JC and Lance watch as Chris races around the room, leaping onto the couch in his efforts to escape his would be captors. They can’t help but laugh seeing Chris’ shirt pulled high onto his head, neckband at his forehead, his face poking through the hole and his arms raised high. His eyes are wild, blazing with his candy buzz.
They’re all laughing when Chris focuses onto JC and makes a noise halfway between laughing and grunting. A moment later, he’s closing in on JC, shouting once more, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
JC smiles as Chris tackles him to the floor and licks him from his chest to his chin. “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!” he repeats, fixated.
“I’ll take care of putting Chris to bed tonight,” JC promises.
Re: Candied Chris (part three)jaciesplaceNovember 30 2005, 18:47:04 UTC
I like writing funny things, but there always seems to be a thin line between funny & stupid. Then again, with a belly dancing JC how can you go wrong? LOL
I'm glad it put a smile on your face & made you giggle! ;)
Re: Candied Chris (part three)jaciesplaceNovember 30 2005, 18:50:36 UTC
Hee! turps33 & I were discussing *difficult* requests, I think for some challenge last year, and we got to talking about Justin in a pink tutu. How it would be so nervewracking to get *Justin in a pink tutu* as a request for a challenge. LOL
So every now & then, I have to put him in one just for a giggle! I'm glad it brightened your evening & made you laugh. You brightened my evening by letting me know. Thanks!
Two feet away, JC is chuckling loudly as he’s ogled by the other guests. “I said *Belly Dancer*,” he insists. The long hair of his wig tickles his shoulders. He’s not wearing much, just a shiny gold lame top, which is cut short to display his abs, and billowing silk pants, which sit low on his hips. Surrounding him are one hundred carefully placed silken veils, which he intends to shed during an erotic dance later, a treat for Joey’s guests.
“You said Ballet!” steams Justin.
“Belly!”
“Ballet!”
“Belly!”
“Dada, Unca Jussin a fawee like me!” Bri blurts out excitedly, her tiny hands clasped in joy as Joey carries her into the hallway, inspecting the commotion.
“Ballet dancer,” Justin corrects, his arms folded sternly as he eyes Bri’s pink tights and tiny wings.
“Fawee!” Bri shouts in glee. “Dada, where’s Unca Jussin’s wand? He needs a wand, then we can go and make good fawee spells.”
“I’m a ballet dancer,” mumbles Justin, pouting.
Joey’s hand pats him on the back, then corrals him, sending him toward the staircase. “Well, tonight you’re a fairy. And no objections either. Bri says you’re a fairy, so a fairy you will be.” Joey can see Justin’s about to voice further protests, so he cuts him off quickly. “Unca Jussin’s a good fairy, just like Bri. Time for all good fairies to go upstairs and pick out their magic wands. Come on Justin, Bri has handfuls of them.”
Justin plants his feel firmly until he sees Joey kiss Bri’s cheek and watches Bri giggle with delight.
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Many of the girls are charmed by the invitation, unable to resist laying their hands on him as they dance, but he only spends a few seconds with each partner before he twirls away. Lance blushes fiercely when he’s captured by one of JC’s veils, especially when JC reels him in close, kissing his cheek. He’s happy to play along though. He’s had plenty to drink, but can still concentrate on the beat as he slides an arm in behind JC’s back, watching as JC bends backward until his head nearly touching the floor.
Holding JC firmly, Lance earns cheers from the crowd when he grinds their crotches together. Their friends laugh along when Lance fakes a look of shock, mouth open wide with one palm pressed against his cheek as he acts surprised at feeling JC’s cock hard against his own.
Spinning away, JC targets his next victim: an obviously drunk Chris. Dressed in shorts, sneakers and a Metallica t-shirt, Chris is transfixed by JC’s lascivious movements. JC’s barely gotten a veil around Chris when Chris takes him in his arms and licks from his collarbone to his jaw.
“God you’re sexy,” he whispers into JC’s ear, his breath is warm and heavily scented with alcohol.
JC presses his hands against Chris’ shoulders as he wonders just how much Chris has had to drink. “Chris, it’s me. It’s JC.”
Spreading his feet apart, Chris has pulled JC close to him, rubbing his cock against JC’s hip as he nibbles against JC’s ear. “I’ve never wanted you more,” confesses Chris, his eyes glazed over, clouded by booze.
“Chris, I. I need to finish my dance,” JC sputters. This isn’t the reaction he’d counted on and he wonders whether Chris is playing with him, or seriously turned on. It tears his heart to push Chris away, but he knows he has to. He can’t let Chris accost him in front of their friends.
Swallowing hard, he stares at Chris after Joey has pulled him away, his hand firmly wrapped around Chris’ arm as they walk across the room. Joey’s still holding Bri in his other arm, but Kelly quickly whisks her off as Joey sternly talks to Chris about his behavior in front of the small children who are at the party. JC’s heart sinks as he sees Justin and Chris sent into the other room to play with the children. A sudden round of applause snaps him back to the present and he realizes that he’s stopped dancing, even though the music is still playing. Thinking quickly, he takes a couple bows before heading off to get something to drink.
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They both turn around when they hear Joey’s voice desperately asking, “What did you give him?”
Justin’s voice sounds startled, as he replies, “Just candy. He was into the kids’ candy is all.”
“You know what sugar does to him!”
They can hear Chris yelling breathlessly as he runs, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
A moment later Chris runs into the room with Joey and Justin a few steps behind him. JC and Lance watch as Chris races around the room, leaping onto the couch in his efforts to escape his would be captors. They can’t help but laugh seeing Chris’ shirt pulled high onto his head, neckband at his forehead, his face poking through the hole and his arms raised high. His eyes are wild, blazing with his candy buzz.
They’re all laughing when Chris focuses onto JC and makes a noise halfway between laughing and grunting. A moment later, he’s closing in on JC, shouting once more, “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!”
JC smiles as Chris tackles him to the floor and licks him from his chest to his chin. “I am the great Chrisholio! I need JC for my bunghole!” he repeats, fixated.
“I’ll take care of putting Chris to bed tonight,” JC promises.
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This was cute! I liked it and yes, giggled. A lot. Poor Justin and silly Chris and and and...
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I'm glad it put a smile on your face & made you giggle! ;)
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So every now & then, I have to put him in one just for a giggle! I'm glad it brightened your evening & made you laugh. You brightened my evening by letting me know. Thanks!
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