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Title: Drag Idol (Another Saturday Night In The Village)
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Multiple
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Fiction for the purpose of entertainment
Warning: Slash warning. Cross-dressing warning. Bigroupal warning
Notes: Inspired by a series of evenings out at Zelda's in the village. I can't even begin to tell you how many stories were flooding my senses that first night, it was all I could do from whipping out the notebook and starting to write it right then. If only I had my camera... And then... well with each new visit.. more inspiration would hit and here we are.

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"Good evening everyone and welcome to Eros. We will be your hostesses this evening. I am Rosy Bottoms and as always, this is my sidekick Angel Cake," Rosie spoke cheerfully into the microphone as a round of cheers and shouts filled the room. It was a full house that night which always meant more participation and more energy. The nights that there was no one at the bar seemed to drag and were never as much fun, leaving them to try and fill in the gaps and leaving more tired than when they'd arrived. So thankfully, with the weather as good as it had been all week, people had decided to venture out of their houses and down to Church Street for a beautiful Saturday night out for dinner and a show.

Angel flashed Rosie a giant grin as she stepped up into the spotlight twirling her long blonde hair around a perfectly manicured finger. She'd opted for casual this evening, wearing a pair of slow slung jeans and a black leather boustier. A baseball cap kept her blonde hair relatively contained and her black thong was showing just enough to give the men a hint of what she was wearing underneath her jeans.. "Since it's Saturday night, we've of course got our Best Ass contest going on..." She paused for a moment while everyone hooted and hollered before continuing, "...and the prize tonight is one hundred dollars. So get ready to start showing that ass, and as for the money, I'm free later on so there's enough for you to show me at least somewhat of a good time. God knows it's been a long time since I've had one of those."

"You're so easy. Slut." Rosie joked, pushing Angel playfully. Their eyes locked and they growled at each other before continuing on without skipping a beat in the playful banter they were now famous for.

"I'm a slut?" Angel shrieked. "You wouldn't even need the hundred bucks. You'll spread for anyone."

"Yeah, and your boyfriend is proof of that, Honey."

The audience made cat calls and hissing noises while the two ladies on stage began to laugh good naturedly. "So keep that in mind, best ass contest later on. We've also got a bunch of other prizes to give away, it's cheap martini night so make sure to get nice and liquored up... hell, it's Saturday night people. You gotta fucking let loose every once in a while...." Angel said as she looked out at the sea of faces. There were their Saturday night regulars, all littered through the room at random tables but there were also new faces, which was good to see. She could tell by the energy in the room that it was definitely going to be a good night.

"Not to mention that a couple of the girls will be up here to do some entertaining." Rosie took the microphone and headed towards the bar where the DJ was set up. "And speaking of entertaining, I think that Angel is first up for the performances tonight. So please give a round of applause, a warm welcome to my partner in crime, Angel Cake."

The lights dimmed slightly as a single spotlight flashed on Angel who was posing in the middle of the stage. As the first few cords of ABBA started up, Rosie set down her microphone knowing she had at least three and a half minutes until she was on again. She adjusted the leather miniskirt and fishnet stockings she'd worn that night, making sure that the blonde hair that fell to her lower waist looked perfect. She wore a tight almost see through shirt under a knee length leather coat, the outfit showing off her body to perfection. When Angel had informed her she was going to be going casual that night, Rosie decided to opt for a less showy outfit as well, something comfortable but sexy.

"Hey baby, looking good," a voice interrupted her thoughts. The bartender had just handed her her martini as she was watching the crowd to make sure everything was going okay. At the sound of the voice, she turned her head and a smile formed on her lips.

"I know. I always look good." They shared a friendly kiss before Rosie pulled away and licked her lips. "And how are you this evening Alex?"

"Good good." Alex was the DJ at Eros. Well, DJ slash bartender pretty much filling in wherever he was needed. "I made that CD for you that you'd wanted. All of your best performance songs on one disc so you don't have to worry all the time about me not having them. I burned you one and myself one so it's all good. You just have to tell me what track numbers to play and it's all set up. I've got one for Angel too. And if you have any new numbers, just let me know and I'll add them to a list for the next one."

Rosie leaned in and kissed Alex once again, this time with more passion and tongue. "You're always so kind to me baby, always taking care of me." She pulled back, amused at the blush that covered Alex's face. She loved pushing his limits to see how red she could make him. Always teasing that he was the 'ladies' man, Alex never failed to react to her ministrations which only made her want to do it more. "I'll have to find some way to make it up to you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't let your boyfriend see you flirting like me with that. I like my face the way it is." AJ shifted the bulge in his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there. Rosie was looking at him hungrily and although she wasn't exactly his type, her pure sexual prowess wasn't something that could be ignored.

Rosie let out a high pitched giggle, rolling her eyes. "He's such a pussy cat, Alex. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless that fly asked for it, pouting and begging to be spanked." Rosie smiled at the way AJ visibly trembled, pleased with the way she was affecting him.

Angel's song was nearing it's end and Rosie flashed Alex a wink before heading back up towards the stage. Her gaze caught someone's near the back and she felt her stomach flip with nervous excitement, as it always did when HE was there. The man flashed her a sexy smirk and Rosie blew him a quick kiss before climbing onto the stage next to a sweating Angel. She would have to put him to the back of her mind if she wanted to concentrate on the task at hand. Beside her Angel was practically glowing and she grabbed her hand gently. "Beautiful baby. So inspiring."

Angel flashed her trademark grin before shaking her hips gratuitously and palming her crotch with her free hand. "I'll show you something inspiring baby." More hollers and cat calls came from the audience and both girls broke into a fit of giggles.

"I hope you're all enjoying the food here. I swear, I could gain a hundred pounds a day eating everything on this delicious menu." Rosie commented, leaning down to grab a fry from a plate on the table closest to the stage. She made a point to eat it as sensuously as she could, closing her eyes and savouring the potato on her tongue. "And don't forget to tip the wonderful waitresses. Despite the fact that some of them are real girls.." Angel and Rosie shared a pretentious smirk as the female waitresses all cheered loudly from their various locations in the bar.

"Rosie, don't be jealous now," Angel interjected. "We've all got something we don't like about our bodies. Mine are my scrawny legs, yours is simply your cock."

Rosie pretended to pout as she covered her crotch protectively. "I don't know what your talking about. I'm all woman under here." She giggled playfully as Angel muttered under her breath into the microphone.

"Trannie Annie more like it." Angel flipped her hair back and shrugged. "But anyways, so tip well, don't forget to show your appreciation to the real ladies, they're people too." She paused to take a sip of her martini before continuing. "And as a special treat today, we've got a first timer on the stage. She's never performed before, so tonight is her big debut. It's taken us forever to get her to agree to come up and perform for you. Be nice because if you're not, she won't come back again. Please give a warm welcome for a good friend of mine, Kitty Katt."

The first notes of a Barbara Streisand song began to play throughout the bar as a lithe 'woman' in a spaghetti strap, sequined ball gown wove through the crowd to the stage. Her long, wavy hair fell to her shoulders and her skin glowed beautifully under the stage lights, the lights reflecting beautifully off of the jeweled tiara resting atop her head.

Angel and Rosie congregated at their spot by the bar, nibbling in the plate of chicken fingers and fries that had been brought out for them, discussing what was next after Kitty's performance. "Holy fuck... is that Josh I see up there?" A voice spoke causing for the two blondes to look to their left.

"Lansten, shut your mouth. For all intensive purposes, yes, that's Josh but you fucking know he hates it when you don't refer to him as Kitty when he's dressed up." Angel scolded the man, slapping his cheek playfully.

"I'm just shocked. I didn't think I'd ever see him..." Lance stopped as he received two equally threatening glares. "...I'm sorry. I didn't ever think I'd see HER up on stage alone performing like that. She's always so shy and embarrassed. And if I recall correctly, did he or did he not make some big deal about never flaunting it in a cheap ass, two bit drag show in the Village?"

Angel beamed proudly. "I know. Isn't it great? He was at the house last night after my shift here and we were talking. Nick was discussing new numbers for the show and I suggested Kitty make an appearance. We talked about it for like fucking two hours and finally he agreed to do it. And the best part was that he said if it went well, he'd do it again sometime. It looks like the crowd is loving her." The song was winding down and she realized that she still had to get into her next costume. "Fuck, Rosie... can you cover. I didn't change into the dress yet."

Rosie nodded, watching Angel strip her shirt and jeans off right at the bar. She sighed, wishing that she had the self confidence to do that in front of everyone. Angel's body was perfect, in drag or out. Out of drag he had half of the gay men in town after him, but what was more impressive was that half the straight men in town wanted HER as well, not exactly realizing that she was a he. Justin to be exact, Justin Timberlake, Angel Cake was his Village alias.

Rosie went up on stage, thanking Kitty for her performance. "Holy fuck baby, that was hot. Don't you all think so?" Judging from the calls and screams from the audience, the people in attendance agreed. The shy 'woman' blushed, bowing thankfully. Now, we have a few moments before our next performance, so I'm going to give out prizes. Tonight's show is sponsored by Healthy Homes, a place for confused young girls and boys to go when they can't go home. Now, for a Healthy Homes tee shirt, I need the first person that can come up here and show me a cock ring."

Rosie paused for a moment, watching as people looked around them for sign of someone approaching the stage, others were checking pockets and bags. "Come on people, I know someone in this bar has one. Don't be shy, we won't tell." Rosie waited until finally a short, stocky man slowly walked towards the stage, looking hesitant. He looked back for a moment and Rosie saw him silently questioning a man sitting at a table off to the side. A man with curly, light brown hair and a chiseled jaw nodded, giving him permission. Rosie's theatric side took over. "And you? Do you have a cock ring for me? Or are you just getting me excited for nothing?"

The man nodded.

"Yes you have a cock ring?"

He nodded again.

"Get up here then, show me what you've got." When the man joined her on stage, Rosie pulled him close, cuddling up beside him. "What's your name gorgeous?"

"Chris," the man said nervously, eyes darting around.

"Are you single baby? Because if you are..." Despite having a boyfriend, Rosie always loved to play it up while on stage flirting and playing with the men and women who crossed their paths. Thankfully her boyfriend wasn't the jealous type, despite AJ's claims of the opposite. He understood that during her performances, she had to flirt it up and play around with customers. As long as it was his bed she was going home to at night, he was very understanding.

"No. My boyfriend is over there." Chris pointed to the man sitting at the table he'd just left. "His name is Brian." Rosie waved and winked, grinning when the man waved back, licking his lips ferally.

"Well hello, Brian, you don't mind if we borrow your boyfriend do you?" The whole crowd laughed and Rosie saw something flicker in the man's eyes. A jolt of excitement flashed through her body. She turned her attention to the man she was cuddling up to, "So, Chris, where's this cock ring you promised?"

Chris paused for a second before turning around to face Rosie. At first she was curious as to what he was doing, but it was when he undid the button to his jeans and lowered the zipper that she knew. Her own well hidden cock throbbed at the thought of what he was insinuating. With excitement in her eyes, Rosie looked up and caught Angel's gaze. Then, her eyes scanned the crowd, noticing that everyone was watching them with acute awareness, drinks and dinner forgotten. Ever so slowly, Chris lowered his jeans so that Rosie could indeed see the cock ring he was sporting that evening, his erection a dark, angry colour. Rosie's mouth watered at the sight and she gasped into the microphone. She raised her gaze, looking in the direction she knew her boyfriend was sitting, lust pooling in her stomach.

"Holy fuck.." Wordlessly, Rosie reached over and grabbed two tee shirts. "For you and your boyfriend. That definitely deserves two prizes. Well, actually three but I'm sure neither of our boyfriends would appreciate THAT prize."

Angel watched comically as Rosie's eyes widened and her cheeks darkened. Breathlessly, she joined her partner on stage only to see Chris's fingers slide his button through it's hole. "Well, isn't that a shame, missing something that can make our very own Rosie Bottoms speechless. You MUST be something special. Because I've known her for ages and never have seen anything that could shut her up." Turning to face the audience she added, "Unless it's a cock down her throat." Laughter echoed through the bar as Rosie shook herself from the daze she'd fallen into.

Chris smiled shyly as he stepped off of the stage. It was as he grabbed for the tee shirts that Angel noticed a leather wrist band on Chris' wrist, a sign of a dominant/submissive relationship. Judging from his wearing a cock ring and the expression on his boyfriend's face, Angel figured that Chris was the submissive and his boyfriend was his Master. That thought caused for a ripple of excitement to flow through her body. Everyone in the bar watched with curious eyes as Chris headed back to his table, leaning down to gently peck his boyfriend on the lips. A murmur of excitement raced through the bar.

"And, as tough an act as THAT was to follow," Angel announced, bringing the attention of the crowd back to the stage, "we have Rosie doing a number for you all."

The lights focused on the stage, a sea of red and blue as the opening bars of Full Frontal's "You Think You're A Man" echoed through the bar.

Angel watched her partner move, a smile covering her pouty red lips. Her gaze wandered the crowd to find both hers and Rosie's boyfriends and then back up to the stage, amazed at how much her life deviated from it's 'intended' path. At least the path her family had intended. And it was all thanks to the person standing on stage.

Rosie wasn't born as Rosie Bottoms, but Nickolas Carter. Rosie was created later, 20 years later to be exact, only moments before Angel Cakes.

Nick and Justin had gone to school together since kindergarten, not exactly friends but not enemies either. They had pretty much been friends with entirely different groups, aware of each other but not conscious of the other. During high school, both had individually realized that they were different than most of the other people in their class. Their friendship came to be one night that they had both snuck into a gay bar. Separately, of course, but while getting comfortable in the new environment, Nick had spotted Justin who was trying to blend into the wall and they'd formed an alliance.

At the bar, with the aid of many nameless cocktails, bought for them by horny men, Nick confessed to Justin that he was gay, completely without a doubt gay. It took Justin mere minutes before he had confessed the same. Except that Justin's confession hadn't stopped there. "I sort of... sometimes..." He'd stuttered, unsure of how to explain it. Justin had wanted to be completely honest with Nick from the beginning, hoping that the blonde would understand his fetishes and still want to befriend him. The last thing he needed was coming out later, or having Nick find out on his own and hating him for hiding it. Justin had been hiding too much for too long and it was a relief to have someone to spill his secrets to. Someone who would understand.

"Spill it, Justin. I mean, what could shock me more than you telling me you're gay?"

"I also enjoy dressing as a woman. Sometimes I sneak into my mother's closet and wear her dresses.." Justin had expected Nick to be disgusted. The way his lip curled into a sexy smirk was a surprise.

They'd become closer after that, practically inseparable. When they graduated high school and went to college, they both moved out of their parents houses, finding a nice apartment together in the village where they felt they were most comfortable. It was then, one night while hanging out with one of their best friends Joshua, that Angel and Rosie were conceived. Josh had been dressing in drag for years, not all the time, only on weekends and for work sometimes. It was he that had gotten them the gig at Eros, which had eventually turned into waitressing jobs when servers had quit and the bar had been short staffed.

Nick had tried it the first few times just to see what it was like. Justin enjoyed it immensely, so Nick wanted to know what it was about dressing like a woman that got his friend so hard. He hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as he had. Now, three years later, Nick wasn't Rosie all day every day, but at least two or three times a week, sometimes more.

"So big boy," Angel flirted with Lance, running her fingers up and down his shirt. "Are you here for the best ass contest?"

Lance laughed, the sound low and seductive. "I came with Kev and Joey. They wanted to see their best girls and I figured I'd check out the prospects." Lance looked over Angel's shoulder at Alex who was cueing up the next round of music while Rosie was winding down her performance. Angel checked over her shoulder to see what Lance was gawking at.

"Go over and say hi, Lancey. You know you wanna!" At that moment, Alex looked up and their eyes met causing for Lance to blush and look away.

"I can't, gotta go back and sit down, I just wanted to come up and say hey..."

"And get a better view of the hot piece of ass behind the bar," Angel supplied, reading between the lines. Judging by the tint of Lance's skin, she hit the nail on the head. "It's okay, Baby. I won't tell."

Lance chuckled as he shook his head. "Yeah fucking right. YOU keep your mouth shut? Only way you're ever quiet is if you're sucking on something." Angel growled only making Lance laugh harder. "Or someone. See you soon, Sweetie."

"Go... I've gotta get ready for the next bit." Just as Angel spoke, Rosie flipped on her mike.

The cloud errupted in applause and Rosie curtsied graciously. "Thank you everyone. God, we've got such a fucking amazing crowd tonight. Where's my whore.. I mean partner?"

"I'm right here, Bitch." Angel called, climbing up on the makeshift stage. "So what should we do now?"

"I think that we're going to have our in house Senorita do a number, and while she's performing, we're going to start taking names for our best ass contest," Rosie asked and suggested at the same time. "How does that sound?"

Angel looked through the crowd to one of the 'waitresses' who was standing at the door, speaking with a small group of customers. Upon hearing her name, the short, Latina turned her attention to the stage and nodded, indicating she'd be a moment. She would have to sit the group down and give them menus before performing.

"So yeah," Angel said more to Rosie than anyone. "She'll do her song, we'll work the bar and get people to sign up. Then we'll do our number together and then best ass."

Rosie looked at the clock above the bar, trying to gage the time. Finally she smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good." She brought the mic up to her mouth and turned to face the crowd, giant grin covering her lips. "Okay everyone," Just as she began to speak, "Senorita Evita' wove her way through the crowd. "You're in for a real treat now. Here we have a bit of Latin salsa flare. Show your love peoples!"

Opening chords of the next number played as Rosie and Angel slipped off of the stage to the bar. "I'll do that side of the room," Angel announced, pointing towards the patio, "and you do that side."

Rosie looked through the crowds towards the back at her boyfriend who was watching her interestedly. She felt butterflies in her stomach and grinned as he blew her a kiss. All she could do was grin at her best friend, heading straight for the table at the back.

Surprisingly, she'd met her boyfriend Kevin at a straight bar. A group of Nick's straight friends had wanted to go out and invited him and Justin to go with them. Feeling daring, both Nick and Justin had suggested they go in drag, to which his friends had been completely supportive of. They'd been at the club for over an hour before Rosie had been approached at the bar, a tall beautiful man offering to buy her a drink. At the time, she had figured it was harmless, so she accepted the drink and they'd began talking. It wasn't until the man, Kevin Richardson, as he'd introduced himself as, had leaned in to kiss her that she felt the need to come clean.

"Kevin?" Rosie interrupted, pulling away slightly. Kevin had looked confused as to why she was refusing his kiss. They'd gotten along wonderfully all night and she'd seemed more than interested. "There's something you should know."

Kevin cocked his head to the side, waiting for Rosie to continue.

"I'm not.. I wasn't ..." She took a deep breath and waited for him to leave the second she admitted the truth, they always did. But it was better having them find out in public where they couldn't do anything physically harmful to her than waiting until they got home and found out on their own, taking out their anger and rage with their fists or boots. Rosie always told them before hand though, never waiting until it would be awkward. It was disheartening when they would leave, disgusted and angry, but better than the alternative. "When I go home tonight... and I get undressed... I'm not Rosie. I'm Nick. Nick Carter. This isn't who I always am, I'm sorry." She had waited for the explosion with butterflies in her stomach, wanting desperately to close her eyes but finding herself lost in his beautiful eyes.

"Well that's unfortunate," Kevin had said, his expression not changing. "Because when I go home tonight I'm still going to be Kevin Richardson, so it doesn't really make it fun for you, now does it."

At the time, Nick couldn't believe Kevin hadn't reacted differently. He'd expected disgust, rage and fury, instead he got laughter. "Rosie... Nick... whatever.. I knew coming over that you weren't..." Kevin's hand covered Rosie's groin, his tongue licking at her jaw playfully.

"You did?"

"Yeah. Angel too. It's why Joe and I came up to talk to you two. We don't usually come to this bar, it's too straight for us. We like our women ..." Kevin looked up and down Rosie's frame "...men. But we thought we'd give Fly a rest tonight and try something new. When we saw the two of you, we knew it was fate that brought us here. Joey was almost creaming in his jeans when he saw Angel up on the stage dancing. And well... lets just say I've been waiting until it's proper to ask you to come home with me."

Before long Rosie and Kevin were dancing along side Angel and Joey, the two couples spending the night dancing and partying until each couple went off in separate directions.

That night had been eight months earlier and they'd been together ever since. At first Nick was afraid of how Kevin would react when he met HIM, not her. Kevin had first been attracted to Rosie, not Nick, and Nick had reservations of how they would get along when he wasn't in drag. The next morning though, after he'd stepped out of Kevin's shower without the wig, false breasts and make up all of his fears had been erased. The older man had taken one look at his baby blue eyes, clear skin and short blonde spiky hair, not to mention his broad muscular back and lean build and had thrown Nick on the bed only to ravish him a few more times before he'd regretfully confessed he had to get going for work.

"I'm already late Nick..." Kevin mumbled against the blonde's throat, making no move to get up. "Gotta get to work."

Nick laughed, trying to roll out from under Kevin. "Then get up and go." Their eyes locked and a moment of tenderness passed between them. Things became serious rather suddenly.

"I don't want to leave."

Nick trembled. "Wh..why? It's just work."

"Because when I get home, you'll be gone."

Nick leaned up, capturing Kevin's lips in a steamy kiss. "Then don't come home. Eros, 10pm. You'll find me there. If you still feel this way tonight, after the magic has worn off, come and see me. Angel and I do a show.."

Kevin nodded, kissing Nick one last time before getting off of the bed. "We'll be there."

"We?" Nick watched Kevin dress, ignoring the fact that before he had to leave, he'd have to turn back into Rosie. He was captivated at Kevin's beauty and amazed at how accepting the older man had been to his lifestyle.

"Yeah, Joey and I. I know that he'll be wanting to see Angel..." Kevin had stopped, still not knowing Angel's true identity.

"Justin." Nick supplied the missing information.

"He'll be wanting to see Angel again, I'm sure of it. So we'll be there, and then if you still feel the same..."

Nick stood up and walked naked across the room, not feeling at all self conscious. He wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist and pulled the other man in for a deep, searing kiss. "I guarantee I will feel the same. Unless I've been kidnapped by aliens nothing is going to change how I feel about you right now."

Kevin fell into Nick's kiss immediately, pulling the blonde towards the bed as he slipped back out of the shirt he'd just put on, shucking his slacks at the same time. In seconds, he was once again completely naked and pressing Nick against the mattress.

"You have to go to work.." Nick whimpered, spreading his legs for Kevin.

It was as Kevin pressed into Nick's body that he tugged on the blonde's ear with his teeth. "I'm the boss, I can be a little late. Besides, it's Saturday. They'll deal."

It wasn't for another hour that Nick and Kevin had emerged from the bedroom, completely dressed and sexually sated.

Now, eight months later Nick and Kevin were as blissfully happy as they'd been that first morning..

"Hey gorgeous," Kevin spoke spreading his legs for his girlfriend to sit down on his lap. When she was in reaching distance, he tugged on her arm, pulling her down. "You're looking hot tonight."

Rosie giggled as she nuzzled Kevin's throat. Inhaling deeply, she allowed his cologne to invade her nose, sending goose bumps up her arms. "Thanks sexy. I thought you'd like the leather." Before she could say anything more, Kevin brought her mouth down to his, kissing her forcefully. As she gasped, Kevin took that moment to slide his tongue between her lips, tasting inside of her mouth.

"Oh hey Joey, good to see you. You're looking very good tonight." A low voice spoke. "Oh, thanks so much Rosie. And you, you're gorgeous as usual." The same voice answered.

Rosie laughed against Kevin's mouth, pulling away with a whimper. She turned to Joey who was watching them with one eyebrow cocked. "Oh you're such a big baby. I was just about to get to you.."

"Like hell you were, you tramp." Angel's voice broke in, causing for the whole table to laugh. Sitting on her boyfriend's lap, Angel greeted Joey similarly to how Rosie had just greeted Kevin. Except there was more fondling, Joey's hand sliding purposefully down the front of Angel's jeans. Straddling her boyfriend, Angel began to grind lewdly, not at all caring at the amount of people watching them curiously.

"Come on you tramp, Senorita's song is almost over and we've got to get back up there. You got any names?" Rosie blushed at her blank page, knowing that they were going to have to wing it that night for the best ass contest.

"No, I saw you coming over to get some ass and thought if you weren't going to work, I wasn't going to work." Angel leaned down to take Joey in yet another kiss, not at all minding the fact that she was supposed to be up on stage in less than ten seconds.

"I'll be back baby, I love you." Rosie whispered against Kevin's lips as she bolted off of his lap and towards the stage.

As the music ended, the crowd began to clap, Rosie cheering into her microphone. "That was fabulous. Absolutely fabulous. Now, because your hosts are both tramps, we've spent the time we were supposed to be getting names for the best ass contest, making out with those two hot motherfuckers at the back of the bar." Rosie pointed to the direction she had just come from, causing for everyone to turn around and see Angel still kissing Joey and Kevin waving enthusiastically.

"Hey!" Kevin called, cheeks slightly pink.

"So," Rosie continued, "what we're going to do is let you all mull it over in your head if you want to come up, we're going to perform our duet and then we're just gonna free ball it." Rosie raised an eyebrow as Angel stumbled to the stage, buttoning up her jeans discreetly. "I know a lot of you know all about free balling.." Looking at her partner, Rosie laughed. "Look at your makeup slut. I think he's wearing more lipstick than you are."

It only took one look at Joey to confirm Rosie's claim, the Italian standing up and bowing proudly.

"I can't help it, baby. He's a fucking god." Angel stated, not needing to say anything more. Joey hooted from the back while they could hear Lance and Kevin giving catcalls.

Rosie shook her head as she looked at the bar where AJ was watching, "Track six baby." When she'd turned off the mic, she turned to Angel who still looked slightly dazed. "You okay?"

Angel grinned, licking her lips. "Fuck yeah I am. I'm harder than fucking hell but..." The rest of her sentence was cut off by the music that began blaring from the speaker.

With a discreet shift of his bulge, Kevin turned to his best friend, lips curled in a smirk. "You two are so bad."

Joey snorted, rolling his eyes. "Like you and Nick are any better."

Lance's voice was husky and low as he took a moment to sip some of his drink. "You're both horny fucking bastards."

"When you finally find those balls that God gave you and go over and tell Alex that you've been lusting after his scrawny ass for eight fucking months now, you too will be able to be a horny bastard," Joey commented, giving his friend the finger.

"He already is a horny bastard," Kevin pointed out politely. "He's just too much of a pussy to get some action to remedy it."

Before Lance could respond, Senorita Evita was at their table, a coy smile on her face as she placed a drink down in front of Lance. "Here, this is for you."

The three men stared at one another in confusion. No one had ordered a drink from their table so Lance didn't know who it was from. "What is this?"

Their waitress simply shrugged, nodding her head in Alex's direction. "You've been watching him all night, we thought maybe you were telepathically asking for a drink."

Kevin and Joey burst into laughter causing for Lance to blush profusely. Senorita wasn't finished though and leaned down so the men could hear her better without broadcasting all across the bar.

"Plus, if you ask me, I think he's hot for you. Wouldn't mind getting you liquored up so he could take you home and fuck you. But you know, gay men are like fifteen year old girls, can't admit what they want just in case they get it."

"Exactly," Kevin agreed tipping his drink up before taking a sip. "Tell Alex that Lance here graciously accepts his efforts in getting him liquored up in hopes for a good fuck at the end of the night. It's been ages since someone's taken the stick out of his ass and fucked him properly."

"Kevin," Lance whined in embarrassment. The Latino woman before them simply winked and nodded.

"Good to know, I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear it."

And with that, she was gone, leaving the three men alone. Lance watched, half in horror and half in nervous anticipation as she walked across the bar to where Alex was standing. They conferred for a moment before Alex's eyes scanned the room, stopping as they met up with his own. There was delicious electricity between them and Lance felt it shoot right down to his cock.

Kevin and Joey watched in amusement as Alex said something to Evita, his eyes locked on their table the whole time.

A sudden burst of applause and the lack of music brought everyone back to the show on the stage, Rosie and Angel both breathing hard and glowing from perspiration and the lights. "We are going to take one little break before starting the best ass contest. So finish the drinks you're working on, order a few more and get ready to show some asses," Rosie said breathlessly. As Alex put on a random CD to fill the background noise, they scampered off the stage towards the side of the bar where their next outfits were waiting for them.

Within five minutes both women were changed and back on the stage. After both downing martinis that Alex had made specially for them, Rosie and Angel were ready to go.

"Okay... so best ass! Who wants to be our first victim.." Angel giggled, correcting herself. "I mean contestant." They looked around the bar, frowning when no one volunteered.

Lance allowed himself to look over at Alex who was watching him hungrily, a feral expression in his eyes. Filled with adrenaline and nervous energy, he stood up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kevin asked, incredulously. Out of all of them, Lance was the least likely to get up on stage and do something like this. By no means was he an exhibitionist like the rest of them, often opting to blend in the background. Looking at the grin that was on Alex's face, Kevin realized why his best friend was doing it.

"Living a little," Lance replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Lance is getting some tonight," Joey hooted, nodding enthusiastically. He cheered loudly as Lance slowly made his way up to the stage. No one missed the expressions of shock on both Rosie and Angels' face at the sight of Lance requesting permission to come up.

"Holy shit, did we step into the looking glass?" Rosie asked Angel who looked just as perplexed as she felt.

"I think so. Who'd have thought, Lance Bass coming up on our little stage and showing that fine ghetto ass he's got going on," Angel pulled Lance up, spanking Lance roughly. "What's the occasion gorgeous?"

Rosie looked over her shoulder as Alex moved down the bar to get a better look. She had an idea what had brought about this sudden change in Lance, pleased to see the connection the two men had. They were staring at one another and it was clear that Alex reciprocated the lust that Lance felt for him.

"Thought I'd be your first victim tonight. Give everyone a treat," Lance joked, trying not to shake too much. He wanted to appear cool and calm, not as nervous as he felt.

"Well, I can't say I'm complaining." Rosie commented, walking across the stage to stand directly beside Lance. "So turn around and drop em, let us see that fine ass."

Lance turned his back to the audience and brought his hands to the fly of his pants, undoing them slowly. He took his time letting them drop so that only his boxer briefs were showing. Then he slowly lowered the elastic so that it was hooked under his full cheeks, showing his smooth, perfectly tanned ass for the whole bar to see.

Kevin and Joey both turned their head to see Alex watching the stage hungrily, his teeth capturing his lower lip. They discreetly high fived one another before turning their attention back to the stage to watch their girlfriends fondle their best friend.

The crowd went wild as Lance bent over slightly, shaking his hips seductively. Rosie took the opportunity to lightly spank Lance, only proving to further rile the crowd up. Finally, Lance started to laugh as he stood back up straight, pulling his briefs back in their original location.

"And there we have Lance," Angel said sweetly, nuzzling into Lance's throat. "Oh baby, I didn't know you had such a great ass..."

"It's too bad she's such a nelly whore," Rosie chuckled playfully. "I don't know what Angel would do if someone wanted her to top.. "

Angel's eyes narrowed and Rosie blew her a kiss. Lance shook his head before laughing and kissing each on the cheek. "Thanks ladies."

"Okay, and who do we have next?" Rosie asked the audience.

Everyone looked at one another, one person slowly standing up. "I'll be next."

Angel's eyes bulged out and Rosie hooted and hollered. "Fantastic!!"

"Are you serious?" Angel asked her boyfriend as he jumped on stage, shaking his ass for the audience to see.

"Totally, if Lance can get up and show the goods.. I can."

The crowd started to cheer as Joey did a seductive dance, cupping his groin playfully.

"It's best ass, not biggest cock," Rosie pointed out, watching Joey's hand closely.

"Maybe next week then. But I'm ready." Joey turned around and didn't waste time undoing his pants and pulling them below his ass. As per usual, he wore no underwear.

Angel's mouth watered as her boyfriend shook his ass for everyone in the bar to see. She knew exactly what he tasted like, what that ass felt like as she gripped it tighter, begging him to fuck her harder and faster. Before she could say anything, the crowd was cheering loudly and Rosie was saying something into the microphone. Joey pulled his pants back up before he kissed his girlfriend long and hard and jumped back down off of the stage, heading back over to where he'd been sitting with Kevin and Lance.

"Joey, I think you broke Angel," Rosie commented indicating the stunned look on Angel's face. She walked over to the other blonde and snapped her fingers in front of her eyes a few times. Finally, Angel snapped out of the daze she was in.

"You are so fucking me when this is over," Angel announced into the microphone. "I'm serious. The second this show is over, we are leaving and I swear, that cock better be rammed so far up my ass the second we get home or else."

"Yeah baby... you can count on it," Joey called from the back of the bar, Kevin and Lance laughing loudly.

"You are such a slut," Kevin scolded his friend teasingly.

"If you were hitting that, you would be too."

Lance sighed. "He's not 'hitting that', and he's still a slut. We've already covered this, now shut up, I want to see my competition."

A few more men got up on the stage, participating in the contest, none any match for Lance or Joey.

"Alex, how about you come on up here," Rosie suggested, winking at Alex behind the bar.

"Uhhhh, I have no ass. I decline," Alex said as the men in the room groaned in disappointment.

"We don't care, we wanna see it anyways," Angel said, making her way over to the bar. "I'm sure that there are a few men in here that would love to get a look at what you've got to offer.." Angel turned her head, looking in the direction she knew Lance was sitting.

It took a bit of cajoling, but Alex finally relented, joining the girls on stage. "You bitches better watch out, I'll get you for this." There was no heat in his statement, nor any indication that he was genuinely upset.

"Yeah, promises promises..." Rosie rolled her eyes, moving her hand to the waistband of Alex's jeans. "Just drop em baby, I wanna see what you've been hiding under here."

Slowly, teasingly, Alex dropped his jeans to see a black thong underneath. He could feel a few appreciative moans coming from the audience. Unable to help himself, he turned to look over his shoulder, pleased to see Lance watching, eyes ablaze with passion. All Alex could think about was later, when he knew he'd be taking Lance home with him. For months, Alex had noticed Lance around town, both in the restaurant and elsewhere, never really knowing who he was. Then Justin and Nick had met Joey and Kevin at a straight bar, which after hooking up that first night, had become serious relationships. It was then that Joey and Kevin started coming into Eros more often, bringing Lance with them and giving Alex more of an opportunity to be around the other man. Alex had fallen hard, fast, completely enamoured with him, unfortunately though, it had seemed that Lance barely knew he existed. But now, now it seemed as though he finally had a chance and Alex sure as hell wasn't passing it up.

After doing a teasing dance, Alex pulled his pants up, winking at both of the hostesses for the evening. "Can I go back now?"

"Until we call you up again baby, go on."

Instead of returning directly to the bar, Alex took the long way around, making sure he walked past the table Lance was sitting at. He could see Kevin and Joey watching him with amusement, Lance wanting to look but too embarrassed to do so. He stopped right in front of Lance, gazing down at him. It was when Lance looked up that Alex licked his lips.

"So..." Alex started, leaning down so that his face was directly in front of Lance's. "I hear that you might be interested in a little recreational fucking this evening."

Lance's cock throbbed painfully, a reminder that he needed release. He could feel the sexual energy emanating from Alex and sighed, bringing his hand down to his groin to relieve some of the pressure building. Rather than answer, he simply cocked an eyebrow, suggestively.

Alex's hand moved directly to Lance's groin and he began to massage the bulge there. His mouth watered and he fought the urge to drop to his knees, undo Lance's pants and swallow his cock whole. "My shift is finished when the show is done. If' you're interested, meet me at the bar then and we can go to my house."

"Oh yeah?"

Alex leaned in, covering Lance's mouth with his own and kissing him passionately. He sucked on Lance's tongue, nibbling it sensuously, all the while his hand continued to massage his aching erection. "Fuck yeah. Gonna turn you inside out and fuck that ass so damn good." There was a moment when Alex was worried he was coming on too strong with Lance. He wanted to let the other man know he was interested, but not in an overbearing way. One thing Alex had learned early was that not a lot of men shared his views on sex, nor his hunger for it. A lot of men talked big, but when it came down to it, the ones he'd been with in the past were more interested in love and romance. Not that Alex wasn't, he appreciated love and romance like the rest of them, but he liked it mixed in with his raw sexual hunger.

Both men were surprised when Lance trembled and shook, a whimpered moan escaping his lips. He threw his head back and Alex watched in awe as his eyes rolled back into his head and his lips parted, a sigh escaping. "Fucking Christ," Lance cursed, inhaling deeply.

Alex wasn't sure but he could have swore he'd just felt Lance cum. Looking down onto the other man's lap, there was a noticeable wet spot over his groin, proof of his orgasm. He simply chuckled and winked at the other man. "Nice.." With that, Alex returned to his post behind the counter, aware of the fact that Lance was staring at him hungrily.

"So, who do we have next?" Rosie asked, looking in the direction of her boyfriend. Joey and Lance had already gotten up, she was curious as to whether or not Kevin was going to be joining them on the stage. Their eyes met and he gave her a discreet shake of his head. She stuck her tongue out, causing him to blow her a kiss.

"Oooh, what do we have here?" Angel said as someone approached the stage. Rosie snapped to attention in time to see Chris once again joining them on stage, his cheeks tinged pink.

"Christopher," Rosie looked to the side of the stage, pleased to see Brian smiling at her. He gave a little wave and Rosie blew him a kiss. "You're letting us borrow him again?"

Chris looked at Brian for permission to speak, nodding when he received it. "Yes. I'd like to be the next contestant."

"Well then honey, get up here and drop those pants," Angel stood to the side, watching Chris slowly, with trembling hands undo his pants. Moments later he dropped them enough for the crowd to see his ass, hollers and shouts filling the air. When he'd endured enough, Rosie winked at him and nodded.

"You can pull em up now, sugar. We've definitely enjoyed seeing that ass."

The stickiness in his pants was uncomfortable, Lance shifted trying to make it less so. Finally he stood up and stalked to the bathroom, not saying a word to Kevin or Joey. "Came like a fucking amateur," Joey snickered, looking in the direction that Lance had gone.

"Did you see that though? I was fucking hard just watching it. God, they are gonna be at it all night... there was enough sexual electricity between them to power the whole damn city."

Alex looked up from the counter to where Lance had been sitting, disappointed to see the spot empty. Kevin and Joey were still sitting there, the third seat unoccupied. He felt his stomach drop, realizing he must have gone too far in making Lance cum, especially so publicly. But he'd been feeling such a rush after watching Lance up on stage, shaking his ass and then the look on Lance's face when HE was on stage. He'd thought that Lance was as interested as he was, but judging from the fact the other man was gone, Alex thought maybe he'd been wrong.

"Is it okay if I'm back here?" A low voice rasped, lips pressed to the back of Alex's neck. Two arms wrapped around his waist and Alex felt a pair of hands rest low on his stomach. His pulse picked up considerably and he moaned when he felt someone press tightly against his back, the swell of a hard cock against his ass. He turned his head just enough for his lips to be inches away from, what he found to be, Lance's mouth.

"I.. I thought you'd left," Relief flooded Alex's mind at the knowledge that Lance hadn't gone home, that he hadn't scared him off.

Lance shook his head, lips dancing over the skin on Alex's neck. "Had to go clean up in the bathroom, was a little messy because SOMEONE made me come." Lance's hands slid down Alex's stomach to his groin, cupping his cock firmly. "But on my way back over, I decided to stop by and see you. I never gave you an answer earlier..."

"To what?" Everything outside of Lance's hands and the feel of them pressed together had escaped Alex's mind.

"To you taking me home and fucking me all night long." Lance paused, pulling away so that they could look into each other's eyes. "You were planning on fucking me ALL NIGHT right? If you're a one minute, get inside and come type of man then..."

Alex growled, turning around to press Lance against the counter behind them. "I'll be fucking you so long and hard you'll be begging me to stop."

Lance chuckled. "I highly doubt that. I've been told that I have an issue with endurance. Or they have issues with my endurance." He whimpered as Alex nipped gently at his throat. "Haven't been able to find anyone who's been able to keep up with me."

"You won't get any complaints from me," Alex promised, kissing Lance full on the mouth. Everything around them was forgotten as Lance's hand slid down the front of Alex's jeans, finding and stroking his cock furiously.

"And if our esteemed DJ could get his tongue out from Lance's mouth and play the fucking song, we'd be pretty happy," Rosie's voice echoed throughout the restaurant, causing for everyone to turn their attention towards the bar.

"Yeah, but then Lance will have to get his hands out of Alex's pants so he can turn around," Angel added, snickering into the mic. With amusement, everyone watched as Lance and Alex broke apart, both men breathing heavily.

"This is so not over," Alex promised, taking one last swipe at Lance's lips with his tongue. He hit a button on the sound system, pleased when the right music was cued. He hadn't exactly looked to see what he'd loaded, his mind focused more on Lance than anything.

"And with that, can we get all our contestants back on the stage," Rosie called, smirking at her friends behind the bar. She watched as they both exchanged hungry glances before tripping over each other to get to the stage.. When everyone was lined up, they had each do one more round, showing their asses and shaking it on command for the audience to get another look.

One by one, they narrowed it down to four. Alex, Joey, Lance and Chris. Each were hamming it up, enjoying the attention they were garnering. They went from four, to three to two. The final two men Chris and Lance.

The hollers were both equally as loud, Chris and Lance laughing good naturedly together.

"Okay, so we're going to give it one more try. I don't think we've ever had a tie for best ass..." Rosie said into the mic, her lips curled into a coy smirk.

"There's always a first," Angel agreed, pulling Chris back to the centre of the stage. She winked at the other man, nodding towards his groin. "Drop em baby, we wanna see that ass, one more time."

Chris nodded, secured by the light bearing down on them. He knew that no matter what happened, he would be 'punished' as soon as they got home. And judging from the smile on Brian's face, punishment would be more than sweet. Chris couldn't wait.

"Oh my god," Rosie breathed seductively. She focused on Kevin at the back of the room, chest heaving with each breath she took. There was something in the air that night, something with Lance and Alex hooking up, the growls she could hear coming from Chris each time Brian snapped his teeth at him, not to mention the feel of sex that was filling the room. She was desperately dying to finish the show and grab Kevin so they could walk the short two blocks to her apartment so they could fuck. Odds were, Joey and Angel would be heading in that same direction to their apartment to do the same thing, but like countless times before, it wouldn't stop them.

Nick thought sometimes, those nights were even hotter. Being with Kevin but at the same time, hearing Justin and Joey. Nick had always known he was on the other side of kinky.

"There's just something about you that makes me want to eat you whole," Rosie snuggled up to Chris, rubbing his hand over Chris' chest.

"You're such a whore," Lance teased, pushing Rosie out of the way.

"I thought that was why you liked her," Angel teased, winking at Lance. "I mean, I know that's why her boyfriend likes her."

"You know it baby," Kevin shouted from the back, Joey's laughter heard shortly afterwards.

Chris stepped out of the way as Lance took his place, dropping his pants one last time. All he could hear was Alex's screams, relishing the thought that he'd be hearing more of that later.

After several minutes of deliberation Rosie and Angel both nodded and turned to face the audience one last time. "Okay... this was a lot harder than we were expecting it to be," Rosie spoke, stepping in between Lance and Chris.

Angel pinched Lance's ass playfully, winking at him. "I'm sure you get that a lot though, don't you baby." Lance growled and everyone broke into laughter.

"Normally we let the audience decide, but since it seems to be a tie, we've decided to step in and declare the winner. And Christopher..." Everyone held their breath, waiting for what Rosie was going to tell Chris.

"Yes?"

"I am just in total lust with your ass. That ass, that cock... just you baby." Rosie flashed Lance an apologetic smile before continuing. "So we've decided to crown you this week's winner. You're our Best Ass for the night!" She handed Chris an envelope and kissed him softly on the cheek. Chris blushed as he nodded and shook Lance's hand before stepping off of the stage. Brian was on his feet immediately, waiting for his boyfriend to return. Within moments they were exiting the bar and Rosie could only imagine where they were going and what they were going there to do.

"Ooooh, it's okay Lancey," Angel soothed their unfortunate friend. "You get second place, plus I'm sure that Alex would LOVE to spend the night making it up to you. Consoling you..."

"Besides," Rosie said, pinching Lance's ass. "There's always next week."

Lance couldn't help but chuckle. "You ladies were lucky you got me up here tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure we can convince you to get back up next week..." Angel smirked coyly in the direction of the bar where she knew Alex was watching. "And if we can't.. I know someone who can."

Rosie looked in the direction of Kevin, transfixed by the sight of him watching her, sitting with his legs spread just slightly, hand covering his bulge. She could see him stroking himself slowly, in anticipation of after the show. "And with that, I think it's time to start wrapping this show up."

Lance and Angel looked at her in amusement, both shaking their heads. "I think someone's a little..."

"Horny," Lance finished for Angel. He jumped down off of the stage and wove his way to the back where his jacket was resting on the back of his chair. "I'm going to say good night to you now. I can't see either of you staying much longer now that the show is over and... well I've got to see if Alex can get off early."

"Good night Lance," Joey nodded, shaking his friend's hand.

"We on for brunch tomorrow?" Kevin asked, one eyebrow cocked. He watched as Lance looked up towards the bar before meeting his gaze.

"Probably. Make it late though. After noon... I don't plan on being able to get out of bed any time before that!" Lance shot a knowing smirk over his shoulder as he walked towards the bar, eyes focused on Alex.

"Ten minutes," Alex spoke as Lance sat down at the bar. Their eyes met and both men felt the sexual excitement between them. "I just have to do a bit of clean up, set things up for tomorrow and say good night."

"I'll wait here for you." Lance grinned as Alex put down a drink in front of him.

"While you wait. My specialty." In a last minute decision, Alex leaned over the bar pulled Lance close and kissed him passionately, lapping at Lance's lips, seeking entrance. Lance moaned and parted his lips, darting his own tongue out to meet Alex's. After a very long, involved kiss, Alex pulled away, breathless. "Fuck, I have wanted to do that for so damn long."

"Hurry up and you'll be able to do a lot more when we get out of here," Lance promised. Alex's whimper could be heard from the end of the bar, where he'd run in a rush to finish cleaning up.

"And you, you little tramp." Lance heard a familiar voice behind him and smiled. He turned around to see Rosie looking at him, amusement in her eyes.

"Me? YOU are calling ME a tramp?" Lance spread his legs so Rosie could step in. She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, a smile on her face. The air was comfortable between them and Lance couldn't help but notice how the blonde was glowing, how beautiful she was under the lights with the excitement of performing on the stage still etched on her face.

"I am. We can smell our own baby," Rosie joked, nuzzling Lance's throat playfully. "Have fun Lancey." Rosie's expression was serious as she looked directly into Lance's eyes. "I'm serious. It's been too long since you've let yourself have fun. He's a great guy, he'll treat you right."

Lance felt his pulse accelerate and he swallowed thickly. He rested his hands on Rosie's face, caressing her cheeks gently. "Thank you." There was more that both wanted to say but knew it wasn't necessary. Everything they were feeling and thinking was etched clearly in their eyes. Lance could feel a pair of eyes focused on them and he grinned. "You should go baby, your boyfriend is waiting."

Rosie simply shook her head. "Not until I make sure you're okay."

Lance brought Rosie's face down and softly kissed her lips. "I'm gonna be just fine, girl. You go home and fuck that hot boyfriend of yours and I'll see you both tomorrow for brunch."

Rosie raised an eyebrow, she highly doubted Lance would be making it for brunch. He chuckled, as if reading her mind.

"Yes, I'll be there. I'm always there. How about you, will it be YOU or..."

Rosie blushed and shook her head. "You know, I think you have a crush on Nicky. Me, you don't like, but Nick..." The way Lance's cheeks turned a faint blush gave Rosie all the answers she needed. "That's okay Lancey, Nicky has a small crush on you too. Of course, he's got Kev who he loves more than life itself, but damn... you'd look great in our bed."

Lance shifted in the seat so that Rosie wouldn't be able to feel his obvious bulge, which was mostly for Alex but he couldn't deny a little was at the thought of being in Nick's bed. They were just friends, nothing less but nothing more, yet Lance couldn't deny that he did find Nick absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful. But taken, and so he'd never put much thought into it.

Rosie could tell that Lance was just a little embarrassed by the conversation, so he treaded as lightly as he could as to not further embarrass him. Nick did find Lance unbelievably sexy, but he was in love with Kevin and nothing would ever threaten their relationship. In the whole time he'd known Lance, Nick had never seen him with anyone for longer than a night, two maximum. It was time that he finally found the happiness he denied he was longing for. "But it'll be Nicky tomorrow. And J and Joey will be there, so bring Alex with you. It's not like we don't already know him and it won't be awkward. Unless it will, then by all means, don't bring him. But if you want, don't worry about what we'll say."

Lance blushed again before nodding. "Thanks, sweetie." Their lips came together in a brief, reassuring kiss and Rosie winked as she stepped back. "I think that Alex is waiting for you, and I have to go collect my boyfriend. So have fun, treat each other well and you better come to brunch tomorrow all sexed out." Lance nodded, laughing at her. Rosie looked where Alex was watching inconspicuously. "He better be walking bowl legged tomorrow or I'm gonna kick your ass." At the last minute, she thought about something, amending her statement. "Or you better be bowlegged. One of you better be walking funny."

"Kevin, come get your girlfriend," Lance whined as everyone chuckled. Kevin was at their side instantly, pulling Rosie away from Lance.

"Come on, Babygirl. Lets go. I think Lance and Alex have places they want to be right now, and I remember someone saying that as soon as the show was over, they wanted to go home and fuck."

"Uh, that was me," Angel's voice boomed from the end of the bar where her arms were crossed over her chest. She looked unimpressed. "And it appears that my boyfriend has ditched me." Angel's lower lip protruded in a pout.

"He was here a second ago..." Kevin looked at their table, where in fact it was empty. Shrugging he turned to motion for Angel to join them at their end of the bar. "Since he's gone, you can always join us.." Kevin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, no hint of humour in his tone. He heard an intake of breath from his girlfriend which only made his cock throb harder. Kevin couldn't help but grind his groin into Rosie's ass, letting her know how hot the thought made him.

Angel slowly walked down the bar, looking at her best friend and her boyfriend, thinking about what a night with them would be like. She'd heard the noises coming from Nick's room countless nights and would be lying if she denied how hot it sounded, how hot Kevin was. Just as she was about to respond, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, familiar cologne permeating her senses. "You better think long and hard about how you answer that offer, baby," Joey's voice was gruff in her ear and she could tell he was slightly breathless.

"Oh come on, you can't deny how hot it would be," Kevin argued, grinning at his best friend. "Me, Nick and J. Or me, Nick and Angel, or me, Angel and Rosie.. or me, Justin and Rosie.. any combination of the three would be..." Kevin growled, grinding shamelessly against Rosie's ass. They needed to leave, now, if he was going to hold off at all.

"It would be hot, but stop trying to corrupt my girlfriend here."

Angel turned around, pouting playfully. "Where did you go?"

Joey held up a plastic bag. "Went to get a few movies..." He raised one eyebrow as Angel looked into the bag. When she looked back up, eyes wide he nodded. Her cheeks heated up and she growled.

"Isn't that the one.. with the four guys that get stranded on the island...?" Joey nodded at Angel's question as he licked his lips. "You've been trying to get that one for weeks."

"I know. I got a phone call a few seconds ago, the guy finally brought it back and Tyler called. Told me to get my ass over there now. He didn't know I was right across the street so it worked out perfect."

"It's a series," Alex said causing for everyone to look over. When he had their attention, he nodded. "Paradise Island. It's the fifth or six movie in a series." Joey's jaw dropped and Alex chuckled. "I'm serious. I've.... I can lend you the first ones if you want. I don't have that one yet, but I've got the others..."

"You," Joey pointed at Alex, "are my new best friend." He then pointed at Lance and winked. "Don't you dare fuck this up, buddy."

Lance groaned, hiding his face. "Can we please go before they embarrass me any more!!" He was pleasantly surprised when he saw Alex watching him with no hint of mockery in his eyes. There was only passion and desire.

"We can go, but not to save you from embarrassment. We're going because I was promised sex, all-night-orgasmic-fuck till-we-drop-sex."

The entire group laughed heartily at Lance's continual embarrassment. Rosie, after winking at Kevin, sidled up to the blushing man and nuzzled her face into his neck. "Lance... oh my god..." Rosie purred. "That sounds just fabulous. I'm hot just thinking about it, maybe I should ditch that 'boy' and go home with you! Don't you think Angel?"

Everyone turned their attention to where Angel and Joey had been standing, only to find the spot at the bar empty.

"You're looking for Angel and that hot piece of ass she was nearly fucking at the bar?" Senorita came over, winking at Rosie.

"Yeah, where did she go?"

"Well, she nearly had his pants undone and around his knees so he suggested they take the party home. They left. If I heard correctly, which was hard with Angel's tongue between Joey's teeth, they were going to his place so the apartment is free for you two."

"Horny slut," Rosie joked, making a play for Lance's groin.

"Look who's talking," Kevin argued as he pulled Rosie away from Lance. "Now come on, I have a few things that need taking care of." Kevin motioned discreetly to the bulge that was pressing against the fly of his jeans before he thrust his crotch into Rosie's ass.

"Thank god I live just down the street," Rosie giggled as she leaned her head back onto Kevin's shoulder. Their lips met in a kiss that started out as sweet but quickly turned passionate as Kevin's hand made it's way down Rosie's stomach to finger the waist band of her skirt.

"Just go home, all of you horny sluts," the Latina waitress joked, winking at the four men. They each bid her a good night, Rosie promising to talk to her on Monday when she worked her next shift.

When they stepped out into the fresh night air, Kevin pulled Rosie in close, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You were gorgeous up there tonight, Baby."

Rosie blushed, pecking Kevin lightly on the lips. "You don't think I went too far?" There was always the concern that she would go too far on stage, and push Kevin's boundaries on what he was comfortable with. They stared deeply into each others' eyes and Rosie's stomach did flips.

"No. Of course not. You were your usual stunning, and wonderful self. The crowd loves the two of you and I've told you time and time again that I'm cool with what you do on stage. Your kissing Alex and Lance..." Kevin pretended to be mad which only caused for Rosie to laugh. Both of them knew that Kevin had nothing to worry about, nor did Nick. "But I've got a question."

Rosie nodded, waiting for Kevin to continue.

"Chris?" Kevin saw Rosie blush and he snickered, kissing his lover deeply. "Was it that hot? The cock ring? I've never seen you THAT speechless, especially on stage."

"Oh my god, Kev. He's been hard for a while, Baby, I could tell. I mean it was just so purple, so thick and big.."

"I know, I could practically see you drooling."

"It just made me so hot, and then I thought about you sitting all the way in the back, probably harder than hell needing to get off."

They shared one last kiss as Kevin tangled his fingers in Nick's long locks, wanting to desperately taste all of Nick's mouth. He heard the blonde whimper and pulled away. "Come on, lets go. Alex wasn't the only one promised hot sex tonight."

As if it were planned, at that exact moment, the doors opened and Alex and Lance stepped through, fingers entwined and mouths fused to one another. Rosie moved to say something but stopped when the two men barely even acknowledged anything beyond each other.

"It's a good thing Alex lives half a block away. I don't think they'd make it much further than that."

"It's a good thing YOU live only two blocks away. I don't think I'LL make it much further than that. Now lets go."

As they scurried down the street, passing by men and women out on a Saturday night, Rosie made a mental note to start bringing shoes better suitable for running home in. As great as the heeled boots were for being on stage, they made rushing home rather painful. Thankfully, by the time they were inside his apartment and Kevin had pretty much torn the skirt and top off of him, Rosie didn't care. By the time the wig was tossed aside and he was completely naked, his feet were the last thing on Nick's mind.

And when Kevin pressed Nick into his mattress, hovering over him and leaned down to press their mouths together in a steamy, erotic kiss, Nick was thankful for another Saturday night in the Village.

FINIS


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