Chapter 16.
Blake unlocked the door, and turned on the light. Amy followed close behind. They had just gotten back from the doctors office, and, just as Blake had feared, Amy had Strep.
“I want you to go to bed, ok?” He said, turning to face her, trying to sound as sincere as possible despite the fact that he was about to fall over with exhaustion. Amy coughed and nodded, pushing past him and heading to her room. Blake sighed and flopped onto the couch. It was almost 11pm.
He settled into the cushions, flipping on the TV. He put his feet up, smiling as he finally found some time to relax. Just as he closed his eyes to rest, there was a knock on the door. Blake gritted his teeth, getting up slowly as he rubbed his temples. He opened the front door. Stephanie and Chris were standing on their porch. Chris looked at Blake triumphantly as Stephanie giggled behind him. “Fuck!” Blake said loudly, slamming the door in their faces. He leaned against the door, thinking. He couldn’t just not tell them that he and Amy had gotten married. He ran through the hallway to his room and sat next to Amy, as calmly as he could.
“Sweetie… Chris and Stephanie are at the door!” he whispered loudly.
“What…!?” She said, hoarsely. She sat up too fast and her head throbbed, her vision going white for a moment.
“Yeah… they’re standing outside right now!” Blake said, frantic. Amy looked at him like she was missing something.
“And?”
“They…wait…you said you didn’t want them to know yet… you know… about us getting married…”
“You could still let them in!” She said as loud as she could. There was a pound on the front door. “Go get it!” Amy shooed him away. Blake made a confused face and walked towards the door. He walked back down the hall, the knocks on the door getting louder and more frequent. He opened the door.
“What the hell, Blake!?” Chris yelled, reaching his arm over Blake’s head to hold the door open, preventing any repeats of what had just happened. Blake laughed nervously, backing up through the doorway.
“Come on in…?” He said, but it sounded more like a question. Chris gave him a look that was a cross between confusion and anger. Blake noticed they were carrying suitcases.
“W-what… what are you doing here?” Blake asked nervously.
“What? We need a reason to come visit our best friends that we haven’t seen in a week?” Stephanie asked, also seeming confused, but a bit more cheerful than Chris.
“Uh…yeah.” Said Blake, laughing slightly. “Sorta…” Stephanie flashed Blake a sarcastic scowl and sat down in the chair across from Chris and Blake on the couch. It was quiet for a while, then Chris broke the silence.
“So… we were wondering if we could stay with you for a couple of days…” Blake looked like he hadn’t quite heard him.
“Uh…Amy’s sick, ya know!”
“We wont bother her…” Chris said getting up, gesturing for Stephanie to follow. “We know where the guest room is.” They dragged their luggage down the hall into the room opposite his. When he was alone again, Blake put his face into his hands and moaned.
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Stephanie had gone to bed. It was just Blake and Chris sitting in the living room. Blake lied back onto the couch and Chris was in the chair. “Ugh…here, you pick something to watch… I don’t care.” Blake threw the remote control to Chris and rolled over onto his side, letting his eyes rest. Chris picked up the remote and clicked the TV off.
“It’s cool with me… ‘night.” Blake said, moving to get up.
“No…Blake… I need to talk to you.” Chris said, seriously. Blake made a pained face and sat back down.
“You’re hiding something…just tell me what it is already…” Chris said, sighing.
“What? What are you talking about?” Blake’s eyes shot open and he looked at the floor. He was trying not to smile, and it hurt that he couldn’t share his happiness with his best friend.
“Don’t give me that! You’re a terrible liar.”
Blake looked at his feet, trying to follow the pattern of his argyle socks with his eyes. He almost forgot that Chris was talking to him. “Blake!”
“What?” Blake looked up quickly. Chris stared into Blake’s eyes like he was reading something hard to decipher. Blake squinted, like that would make him harder to read.
“You really don’t want me to know…” Chris said finally.
“It’s not that, exactly…I just can’t tell you.”
“Oh, god. Blake. You’re not doing anything stupid, are you?” Chris said, leaning back in the chair. Blake gave him a look like ‘wtf.’
“Uh…no.”
“Then tell me! What kind of friend are you if you can’t confide in me?” Chris said flashing a cute-pouty face. Blake looked a little revolted, then started laughing. Chris rolled his eyes. “Man, just tell me.” He said, shaking his head. Blake looked torn, then sighed and got up. He left the room for a few moments, then came back and put a ring into Chris’ hands.
“What is—oh…”
“Oh what?” Blake asked.
“Y-you’re going to propose?” Chris asked, smiling. Blake shook his head, impatiently.
“No…I don’t have to…”
“Then, what’s the ring f--? Oh…wait what?” Chris was thoroughly confused at this point. Blake took the ring back from Chris and put it on his own finger. He waved his hand in the air. Chris’ eyes shot open as he finally understood what Blake was telling him.
“No you didn’t.” Chris said, his face full of shock. Blake’s lips were pursed as he tried to contain his hyper-happiness.
“I did! Well, WE did!” Blake jumped up into the air and shouted.

“Wuh?” Stephanie came out of her room into the living room. “What’s all the noise?” Blake’s face went blank.
“But you cant…” Blake tried, but Chris cut him off. Chris turned towards Stephanie, emotionlessly.
“Blake and Amy got married.” He said, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging slightly. Stephanie rubbed her eyes, and let her arm flop to her side. Then realization of what was just said hit her full force.
“They what?!?!” She shouted, looking from Chris to Blake, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked to Chris again, panicking.
“Chris.” He hissed down to his best friend.
“Dude. She’s my wife.”
“Oh my god!” Stephanie said, putting her hands over her mouth. “Oh my god…oh my god, oh my god!” She started to pace.
“Chris, man! I wasn’t even supposed to tell YOU that… and then…oh damn…” Blake bit his lip.
“Tell him what, Blake!?!” Stephanie stopped in her tracks and glared at him. “That you didn’t tell anyone that you were getting married? That you helped us plan our wedding! And then you immediately go off and elope, spur of the moment? That you…”
“Hold it!” Blake woke from his terrified state, a little angry. “Yeah… we eloped. But it was NOT spur of the moment!” Stephanie’s expression fell.
“I’d been thinking about proposing for a long time! I love Amy! So much! And I’m not about to be yelled at for wanting to hold her and care for her as my wife!” Blake realized that his tone might not have seemed completely its full potential, seeing as he was looking up at Stephanie, who was a good 4-5 inches taller than him. He felt like his emotions were flaring all over the place. Fear, Happiness, now rage. Then a tear fell down Stephanie’s face. ‘Great. Add guilt to the list.’ Blake thought. But then Stephanie put her hands over her mouth and started to cry.
Blake looked down at Chris who looked completely freaked out. He shrugged when he caught Blake’s glance. Blake sighed, about to apologize for yelling, when Stephanie walked to him and hugged him tight. “I’m so happy for you…you deserve each other… and I’m just…so happy…” She smiled wide. Blake was officially confused. He looked to Chris who again, shrugged, shaking his head. Then Stephanie let go of him. “Maybe a little…overwhelmed but… oh god…” She said wiping her face.
“We should…talk about this some more tomorrow…I’m exhausted…” Stephanie said, walking back to the guest room. The door closed behind her, and then Blake and Chris exchanged glances.
“What just happened?” Chris asked.
“I…I’m not exactly sure…” Blake said, sitting down, shell shocked.
“Well…Imma go to bed, I think…” Chris said, getting up. “Good night…”
“Good night…” Blake said. He sat there for a few more minutes, then let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

Chapter 17.
It had been about a week since Chris and Stephanie found out about Blake and Amy eloping. Everything was mostly back to normal now. Amy no longer was sick and the four of them had gotten over any hard feelings they had towards each other regarding the secret wedding. All was normal again. Well, except for the fact that Chris and Stephanie were still staying with them.
Chris was lying on the bed in the guest room, reading. He was in dark blue pajama pants and a wife beater, the blankets pulled up to his waist. Stephanie came in, a towel around her, tucked under her arms.
“Hey babe.” Stephanie said, grinning. She walked to the dresser and started rummaging through her clothes. Chris just grunted in response, not looking up from what he was doing. Frustrated, Stephanie closed the drawer and gazed at him.
“Whatcha readin’?” She asked.
“Wuh?...oh…Blake lent it to me…it’s pretty good. Said he never got around to reading it.”
“Oh…cool.” Stephanie stood there blankly for a minute, then crawled into bed next to Chris, smirking.
“You know what I wanna do?” Stephanie asked, rubbing Chris’ forearm, trying to get his attention.
“Hmm…?” Chris grunted again. Stephanie pulled the towel away and threw it on to the floor. Chris looked to her, eyes wide and closed his book, tossing it on the ground near the towel.
Stephanie rolled on to him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him deeply. Chris moved his hands to Stephanie’s hips and gripped her tight. She smirked and pulled herself upright on his lap, egging him along. He followed her into a sitting position, his back against the the head board. Stephanie moved against the fabric of his pants. Chris gasped, feeling all the heat in his body travel toward his crotch.
Chris moaned loudly, then flipped Stephanie on to her back, taking control.
“Oh god, Chris!”
He took this as a green light and started undressing himself.
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Blake and Amy laid in their bed. Amy had fallen asleep a while ago, but Blake had just been lying there in a tired stupor for the last two hours. It didn’t help that he could hear squeaking from across the hall. As it got louder, and slightly woke him from his strange state of half-sleep, he rolled over, covering ears with his pillow. It didn’t help.
He rolled to his back, slapping his palms against the bed and sighing.
“Uh…uh…oh! God, yes!”
Blake shot up from his bed, jumping up and throwing open the door. He closed it behind him and stalked across the hall. He banged his fist against the door, then paused, but the noises continued.
“Hey!” He knocked again. Nothing. He turned the knob and slammed open the door. Chris had Stephanie pressed against the head board, his hands on either side of her head, her hands on his back. But in a split second they were both clutching at the blankets to cover themselves.
“Godammit, guys…” Blake said holding his head. He just stood there trying not to go off on them and wake Amy. Chris stared at him.
“Uh…do you mind?” Chris said, wiping sweat from his face. Blake blinked back at him, mouth agate.
“Do I mind?” It’s fucking 3am!” Blake said a little too loudly. “You guys wanna do it, great. You wanna do it in my house? Cool. But you’re loud as hell and I cant fucking sleep!” Stephanie and Chris sat in silence, staring at Blake, the blankets still held up around themselves. Blake sighed.
“Listen…” Blake said much quieter. “You don’t have to get dressed…you don’t even have to go to sleep…But I don’t want to know what you’re doing in here.” He shook his head and closed the door. He couldn’t suppress his small giggle as he rubbed his temples and climbed into bed and put his arm around Amy. “Sorry if I woke you…” he yawned.
“What’s going on?” She nuzzled him lovingly. He sighed.
“Nothing…let’s just get some sleep.” He rubbed her wrist with his thumb and closed his eyes.
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Just like Blake thought would happen, he woke last the next morning. ...
In fact, he woke up at 2:30pm. He rolled over onto his back with a groan and slumped out of bed. Glancing at the clock, he moaned angrily and opened the door, scratching his bottom. He went into the kitchen and saw that everyone was eating breakfast.
“Mornin’ sleepy!” Amy said, getting up and throwing her toast onto her plate. She wrapped her arms around his waist holding him from behind. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the room was a mess. Skillets and plates piled in the sink and Stephanie and Chris eating a huge breakfast.
“Don’t feel bad, Blake… we just woke up too…” Stephanie said swallowing her forkful of pancake. “…we didn’t…get much sleep last night…” She said giggling up at Chris. He grinned and kissed her quickly. Blake wasn’t sure why but all the blood seemed to rush to his head. He felt dizzy and irritated.
“Ugh…” he walked through the archway to the front door in the living room.
“Baby…where ya going?” asked Amy, concerned. He didn’t answer. Amy looked back at Chris and Stephanie who looked back at her confused.
“Don’t ask me!” Chris said, raising his hands defensively. Amy sighed and followed Blake outside.

“Blake! What’s wrong?” She said. He had walked only about a block down the street.
“It’s nothing…”
“No its not…you just took off!” She said. He meshed his hands and rested them on the top of his head, leaning it back to look at the sky.
“It’s just… they are driving me crazy!”
“Haha! Yeah, that’s Stephanie and Chris for yah.” Amy laughed, but Blake didn’t seem cheered up by it. “Hey…let’s just walk for a while…talk…spend some alone time.” She said seriously. Blake looked down at her, and smiled.
“Yea…that sounds good. Really good.” He took her hand they walked down the street.
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‘A while’ turned out to be hours. They had stopped to get some dinner and just walked around the rest of the time. It was starting to drizzle, though. Amy looked up and put her hand out to catch some rain.
“Maybe we should head back…”
“…Let’s just walk around a while longer…” Blake had his eyes closed, obviously taking in the peaceful night sky. He loved his friends but he wasn’t ready to go back to that just yet.
“It’s getting cold though… so not much longer, mkay?”
“Aww…” He looked at her, making an over-exaggerated sad-puppy face. She just giggled. “Well…let’s get warm then…” He smirked at her.
“Blake Lewis. Are you suggesting…?” He cut her off.
“Maybe… but I was actually referring to that hot tub over there!” He laughed, pointing past her.
“Heh heh…oh…” She blushed. “Are you serious?”
“Hell yeah! Let’s get cozy!” He grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind him. The fence to the public pool was left unlocked so they slipped in and put their feet into the hot tub. The rain started to come down a little harder. Not too hard, but just enough so that Amy’s hair was frizzing all over the place and sticking to her face a little. She laughed and leaned over onto his side.
“Maybe…maybe we should get going…it’s starting to rain harder now…”
“Well then let’s get warmer…” He giggled and pulled his shirt off of himself and threw it under the table umbrella a few feet away. Amy looked at him like he was nuts.
“You are too crazy!” She laughed. He grinned, slid out of his pants and threw them by his shirt, leaving him completely nude. He stepped into the hot water and eased in.
“Ahh…” He sat down and looked up at Amy. “Comin’ in?” She just gawked at him for a second. All common sense fled from her as she saw the mixture of steam and rain settle on his skin and eluminate in the moon light. She pulled her shirt and bra off over her head in one try and threw them by Blake’s clothes, then her shorts. Blake laughed.
“Commando?”
“Hell yeah… just like mah hubby!” She grinned.
“Since when?” Blake said, shocked. She just laughed and sat slowly into the water. “I could not be any more attracted to you right now.” He said, scooting to her and catching her lips in a kiss. She followed his lead, their lips touching soft and short. He quickened the kiss and traveled down her jaw line, still just barely touching her skin. She gasped.
“Don’t tease me…” She moaned, slinking down lower in the water. He smiled into his kiss, moving back up to her mouth. He moved his hands up to hold her face, deepening the kiss. His hand traveled around her to the small of her back, leaning her backwards in his grasp. Blake picked her up in the water and took her across the hot tub to the flat wall that went all the way to the bottom of the small pool.
He adjusted her onto himself, feeling her shaking on top of him. Her front was pressed to the smooth wall of the tub, her arms up over the edge, lying flat on the concrete. His arms traveled her entire body, faster than she could comprehend. They rubbed her back, her bottom, down her legs and arms and through her hair as they helped each other finish. Amy moved slowly above him as he thrust quickly underneath. “Oh my god…do not stop.” Blake smiled and bit at her collar bone from behind.
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They stood outside their house, nervously. They’d talked about it on the way back. They were going to kindly ask their friends to leave. No, they were going to kindly TELL them to leave. Even though there had been no real reason why Stephanie and Chris had wanted to stay with them, and even though they had been pretty lousy house guests, they still felt really guilty about kicking their friends out. Amy took a breath and opened the door.
Stephanie and Chris were sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hey, guys!” Chris said, turning towards the door.
“Hey…” Said Blake.
“Amy! You look red in the face! Are you ok?” Stephanie said, looking a little concerned.
“Uh…haha…yeah, I’m fine…but we kinda need to talk to you about something…” Amy said. Chris and Stephanie exchanged knowing glances.
“Actually…we need to say something first…” Stephanie said, standing up. “We’ve been talking and we’ve decided we should probably head back to Virginia.”
“What? That’s gr--…I mean…why?”
“Well…we love you guys… and it’s been fun! Really! But we miss being home… we need some alone time and it seems you guys do too… so…” Stephanie said, sadly, occasionally looking back at Chris.
“So when are you leaving?” Amy asked.
“Uh…well… we packed when you were gone… we’re gonna head out now, I think.”
Amy almost thought that Stephanie had seen through them and knew they were bothering them, so thought she’d get out of the way.
“Oh, Stephanie! You don’t--…” Blake cut her off. He covered her mouth.
“Aww…well… call us in a few days! We should all do something!”
“Yeah, man, definitely.” Chris said, initiating the cakeshake. He smile and helped Stephanie with her bags. “Let’s get going babe. It’s getting late.” Amy and Stephanie hugged and they left. The door closed behind them.
“Oh god! Finally!” Blake said, jumping onto the couch, lying on his back.
“Blake! That’s kinda shitty…”
“You really wanted them practically living here for another week? Having VERY loud sex at 3 in the morning? Making a mess of everything?” Blake said, clicking on the TV.
“Haha! True!” She flopped down next to him, leaning on him and kissing his cheek.

Chapter 18.
About a week later, things were actually starting to feel normal. The happily married couples had gone to dinner almost every night, talked on the phone every day, and made as much time for each other aw possible, without actually getting on their last nerves.

Everything WAS normal…but something was tempting to pull them, once again, out of their normal lives. Blake and Chris each had gotten separate calls asking them to attend a meeting of the season’s idols. They were to discuss the possibility of an AI-collaboration CD.

Chris and Blake both agreed, but then decided they shouldn’t run off without their wives, especially after recently getting over an unpleasant-funk.

“Babe, you ready?” Blake called from the living room.
“Yeah…coming, let’s go!” Amy bounded out down the hallway and through the arch. She pulled on her gray-plaid hat over her pig tailed hair, lugging a suit case behind her. Blake laughed and grabbed for her arm.
“We gotta be on the plane in an hour, let’s go!” They got into his black mustang and headed toward the Seattle airport.
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Stephanie and Chris were on the airplane, sitting side-by-side. Stephanie had her head leaned onto her husband’s shoulder, her hand stroking his thigh. He was sitting straight up in his seat, feet propped up, breathing slow and deep. “This wont take too long will it?” Stephanie asked him.
“Hmm…it shouldn’t…” He let his head roll across his shoulder to bump into hers. She moved her head up to face him better.
“It’ll be nice to see them all again…”
“Yeah…”Chris was very tired. They had a long flight from Virginia to California. “Maybe we should get some sleep…I don’t know when we’ll be able to get some rest next…”He put his arm over her and pulled her to his chest. She fell asleep to the smell of his cologne.
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“Got everything?” Stephanie asked Chris as he grabbed their suitcases off of the belt.
“Uh…yep. Let’s get going…we need to rent a car…”
“Aren’t they providing transportation?”
“Nah…they need their money for the upcoming season I suppose…”
“Well…that’s okay…which way?”

Chris pointed towards a rental car company sign. “Thataway…” Stephanie blushed.
“Heheh…I saw that…heh…”
Chris smirked at her and walked toward the rental car place. Stephanie bounced up beside him, smiling wide.

They got the keys and headed to the car lot in the underground parking area. They spotted their rental and put their things inside. “We don’t have a lot of time, so we’ll check into the hotel after the meeting…then the whole weekend is ours to spend as we like…” Chris threw their bag into the trunk, giving a sexy glare to Stephanie. Stephanie felt a pleasant chill run through her midsection. Chris could tell he was affecting her so, and laughed.
“You want to drive?” He asked, trying to change the subject.
“Uh…sure…” Chris threw her the keys and she got in the car.

“So…do you know which way?”
“Haha…vaguely…” Chris said, looking intently at the road signs. He wasn’t sure which exit to take. “Uh…I think it’s a little further down…” He pointed across her at a sign. “I think that’s what we want…but I’m not completely sure.” Stephanie was distracted momentarily from the road. Her eyes traveled up and down Chris’ arm, watching the muscles ripple on his forearm.
“Woah, Stephanie! Watch the road!” He grabbed the top of the steering wheel and got her back into place, laughing slightly.
“Oops…” She grinned cheekily. A few moments passed, and besides sneaking occasional, short glances at Chris’ defined arms, she watched the road. “Get off here?”
“Yeah…” Chris yawned. Stephanie pulled over and down the ramp. Chris put his arms over his head and stretched, groaning as each muscle in his back popped, realigning his spine. Stephanie bit her bottom lip and watched him as he rubbed his neck. She couldn’t drive safely like this. “Chris.”
“…Yeah?” He asked, settling back into his seat.
“We need to do it, right now.” She said seriously.
“What?” He asked shocked.
“Yes…right now.” She pulled to the side of the road. It was a pretty slow area with not many cars around. There were only a few large buildings and a few more roads intersecting about a fourth of a mile away. She drove into an area with lots of trees and underbrush surrounding them. The instant the car turned off, she had Chris’ face in her hands. Then they moved down, smoothing over his chest. She ripped the top button open and attacked his neck in her mouth, moving her tongue messily over the tendons. Pleasure signals jolted up Chris’ body and gathered at his core, spreading and urging him on. His eyes darkened with lust and he gripped Stephanie’s wrist. She looked up at him, surprised. His lips formed a hungry smirk and his eyes were glazed over and sparkling. He put his arm down beside Stephanie’s seat and pulled the lever, sending her seat back and down. He swung his leg around to her other side and scooted her up so that her bottom was on the, now horizontal, seat-back. His hands instantly found the buttons of her jeans and popped them open, sliding her pants down her legs and kicking them below him. He did the same with her underwear, then, removed his own pants and boxers, letting them gather around the gas pedal.
He pushed her up, his feet on either side of the car seat, steadying his stance, preparing himself. Her shirt stuck to her chest with sweat. She panted, looking up at Chris, awaitingly. Chris put himself down onto her body, his lower body lingering with hers. His bare feet scraped something hard and sharp on the floor, and he grunted, moving them up and around either side of the steering wheel. His lower legs pushed up against the dashboard, sending their bodies grinding together, forcing a moan from Stephanie’s lips. Chris repeated this a few more times, his chest and abdomen pushing her shirt up to right below her bra.
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Amy and Blake walked into the meeting, only a few minutes until the meeting was to start. “It’s on the 18th floor.” Blake said, walking at a brisk pace. Amy walked behind him, watching his ass move as he walked. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ as she walked just slow enough to study it carefully. She just wanted to reach out and grab it, and see what he’d do to punish her for not keeping her hands to herself. They stepped into the elevator. Blake pressed the ‘18’ button, and it lit up as they began their slow incline up the building. 7…8…9…Amy watched the numbers on the pad right below the ceiling….12…13… ‘creak!’ the elevator slowed and stopped on level 14.
“What the hell?” Blake said, anxiously. He pushed the ‘18’ button a few more times and the light on the button went out. Amy sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position. Blake slammed his fist onto the elevator door; it did nothing. He bent down, crouching with his head against the door. Amy looked up, almost hypnotized. Blake’s ass stuck out just right, and his pants were hanging low enough to see a hint of cleavage.
“Uh…Blakey…”
“Yeah?” He sighed.
“We should probably make the most of this time, ya know…” She said as sexy as she could. His head shot up and he turned partially to face her.
“You’re crazy…” He giggled a little, turning back around.
“I’m…not joking…” She slid to him and stood up behind him, pulling him up by his under arm. She caught him off guard and pushed him against the wall, kissing him roughly. His eyes shot open and he flipped her around, swapping positions.
“We can’t, Amy!” He said, catching his breath.
“Aw…” She said innocently.
“Amy. Don’t.” Blake said, seriously. She licked her lips and pulled his lower body so that it was pressed firmly against hers. She gripped his ass firmly, using it as a handle for his thighs and crotch, as he writhed, against her, shocked. His mouth fell open. ...
...Amy felt him rise against her through a layer of jeans and wool and smiled evily, working her body against his, raggedly. His breathing became quick and uneven. “Uh…I…” He tried to speak but his words were caught in his throat. Amy slid her hands up and down his sides, underneath his shirt. She bit his bottom lip and slid her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him rough. He eventually was knocked from his stupor, as he pinned her wrists against the wall, smiling to match hers and pulling the palms of his hands down her arms and torso, slowly, drawing it out. She gasped, and when his hands were gone, hers fell to her sides.
He unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, not even bothering to step out of them. He dropped to his knees, removing Amy’s pants from her. He shot up from the ground and ran his hands through her hair messily, kissing her deeply and passionately.
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Stephanie’s mind was blank. Her arms sprawled over her head, grasping for something to hold onto. Chris’ head was next to hers, his face over her shoulders. Their bodies rubbed together as he moved, skillfully. The moment grew more and more intense, and Chris tried to drag it out, wanting it to last. But he was having trouble holding onto control. The animal in him wanted to feel good and feel good NOW! He moved his hands to grip the seat on the sides of Stephanie’s head. He raised his head and looked down at her face, filled with ecstasy and need. He moved to kiss her, but all he managed in his current state was to brush their lips together.
He needed a better angle, so he moved his feet up over the steering wheel, pushing the seat back into a perfect arch. The friction was killing him, but he needed more. Stephanie yelped as he changed the position. He attached his mouth to her neck, sucking and playing with the skin with his tongue. He pushed against the steering wheel, the hot plastic creating a thin film against his flesh. He slipped and pressed the horn. He laughed, his mouth making a vibration against her neck.
‘Almost…almost…’ and it was over. He fell onto her, completely spent, still perfectly in place. He panted and felt her chest heave under his.
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Blake’s hands traveled her entire body, and she gasped. Her hands found his ass and pulled, trying to create as much friction as possible. He smiled and moved against her, her body sweaty and sliding on the wall of the elevator. Their hips rolled together created a rhythm. All sense left Amy and she moaned loudly, scratching hard on his back. Amy moved her legs up around his waist, but Blake’s legs felt flimsy to him and he didn’t trust he’d last long enough to support her, so he guided her to the ground, her back arching against the cold, dirty floor. He leaned in and onto her, kicking off the wall to recreate the rhythm from before. Her legs crossed behind him, heels digging into his flesh and moving down to kneed his bottom and thighs.
He shouted out sped up. “Guh…uh…oh…” He panted in her ear. “That’s…very good…” His eyes rolled up and he closed them, unable to control his body movements. He felt as though he were completely still, waves of pleasure wafting through him as their bodies rocked each other.
The feeling wound like a rubber band. Like a coil… growing and growing tighter until it released in a quick, hard motion. They cried out in unison. Blake threw his head back and he felt the muscles in his legs and arms starting to give away. He lowered onto Amy’s trembling body, gently, and then rolled over off of her. Nothing could be heard but their loud, heavy panting. Amy looked over to Blake and smiled, her eyes fluttering, trying to pull themselves closed with exhaustion. She moved to rub along Blake’s thigh, and he grasped her hand, moving his thumb along her knuckles.
And the elevator squeaked, and moved upwards, slowly.

Chapter 19.
A few minutes more of Chris’ hot, sticky body pressed against Stephanie’s skin was almost enough to lull her into sleep. She caught herself in time to force herself awake, his breath blowing on her neck, pushing her back to reality. She nudged him to get off of her, and he pushed off the seat and rolled into the passenger side. He put his hand onto his chest and watched it go up and down, panting loud and tossing his head to look at Stephanie who was flushed bright red. Then a thought struck him and he threw his wrist up to eye level. ‘Damn!’ he thought. They were late. Way late!
He grabbed behind him, his hands blindly grabbing for cloth. His hand re-emerged with Stephanie’s panties. “Heh…here!” He said tossing them to her. Her tired arms lazily moved to put them on. He finally found his shirt and pants, but they smelled like the rest of the car…like sex. With a moan of impatience, he climbed into the back seat, and dug through their luggage for something clean to put on.
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Blake felt his body start moving upward, and for a brief moment thought it was some sort of natural high. Then he heard the creaking of hinges, and saw the buttons on the wall light up. He shot from his spot on the ground, panicking and looking around at them. Clothes scattered around he and Amy, who was curled up naked at his side. He shook her arm, and she moaned tiredly, wrapping her arms around Blake’s. He couldn’t help but smile at that, but realized the strange situation they were in, and shook her again, a bit firmer this time. She woke with a start. “Wuh??”
“Amy! We have to get out of here; the elevator is moving!”
“Wuh?!” She sat up all the way, looking around. “Fuck!” She grabbed around for anything she could get her hands on. They were slowly traveling upward. Slower than normal, but they were already on level 16. Blake followed suit, grabbing for clothing and slipping into anything he could.
Amy stood up, and cursed loudly when she saw the wet area she and Blake had left behind. She didn’t have time to think about it however. She stood up and started buttoning up her pants. She was in such a hurry that it took her a minute to notice that she wasn’t buttoning her favorite pair of jeans, but instead she was putting on Blake’s plaid pants. Her face went blank and she looked up. They were on level 18 and any moment the doors would fly open. “Shit…” She whispered.
“What?” Blake was wearing all of his top layers and his tie and he was now on the ground grabbing for the jeans. He looked up and saw the floor they were on. “Fucking…shhff…” He closed his mouth mid-word and went back to finding something to wear. The door flew open, starling Amy. Thankfully, no one was in sight outside on the floor. Blake looked to her then back to the hallway, repeatedly. “Go!” He shouted. Amy panicked and took off down the hall, pulling her hair up into a ratty bun, her fingers getting stuck with the locks of her after-sex-hair.
Blake hid behind the wall of the elevator, holding up the only remaining article of clothing left inside. His eyes were transfixed on the jeans.
‘There’s no fucking way I’ll fit into these.’
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Stephanie and Chris rushed through the building towards the elevator. They got inside and pushed the button. The elevator took forever to come, and when it did, it ran slowly upwards as if it was broken. Finally getting to their stop, they rushed down the hallway and found the right door. Maybe no one would notice them sneak in…
They opened the door, and as it creaked open, but no one looked up at them. Everyone’s eyes were glued to Amy and Blake sitting on the far side of the room. Blake’s eyes shot to Chris and then to Stephanie, and he pulled himself further under the table. Amy’s lips were pursed, her eyes glued to Stephanie.
Amy was sitting between Gina and Blake, who was sitting next to two empty seats. Chris and Stephanie moved to sit next to them.
“S-sorry…about being so late…” Chris said, wondering why everyone was looking at Blake. When he approached them, he knew immediately. His eyes widened as he sat down, the thick smell of semen wafting towards him from his two best friends. Blake saw the look on Chris’ face jolt into shock, and shut his eyes, sighing. Chris looked down at Blake and noticed that the smell wasn’t the only thing drawing attention. Blake’s thighs and crotch-area were packed into skin tight jeans.
Stephanie sat down between her husband and Jordin, who looked like she was about to either burst out laughing or rush out of the room in embarrassment for them. ‘What?’ Stephanie mouthed to Chris. He shook his head and then motioned to Blake and Amy. Chris also just noticed that Amy’s hair looked like a mop pulled into an elastic band.

All of the top 10 Idol’s of season 6 were sitting at a rounded table, reassuming their catching-up, trying to avoid the obvious. No one else, such as producers etc, had arrived, which normally would have comforted Chris, but not now. He bent down to Blake, who had sunk into his chair, and whispered loud enough for only him to hear.
“What the fuck, man?” He shared in Blake’s panic.
“Uh…we had sex.”
“No shit!” Chris blurted sarcastically.
“…on the elevator…” Blake said, just as Chris was leaning away again.
“What?” Chris said, his voice getting deeper with shock. Blake blushed, and picked at the tight denim that was restricting his balls. He made a hiss sound and blinked back tears. Chris sighed and looked over at Amy, who was being questioned by Gina. She didn’t seem to be giving many answers. Everything was quiet between the four of them for a while, and then…rushed whispers were heard among the other idols. “Ok, ok fine!”
“Uh…Blake?” Sligh said across the table. Blake looked up, his lips still pursed. He was definitely starting to lose feeling in his lower half. A stiff “Hmm?” was all he could manage.
“We were just wondering…what the hell is with your pants?” He said, squinting, his voice getting higher with inflection on the word ‘hell.’ Blake blushed and put his head in his hands. Amy looked over to him and rubbed his back with her palm.
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After a while, Nigel and Simon Fuller sat down with the idols. There was clearly a look of disgust on their faces at first, but with an awkward throat-clearing, they got down to business.
Blake couldn’t keep still. Whether he was picking his crotch or trying to struggling to pull the low-rise pants up over his ass, he was more uncomfortable than he’d ever been in his life. Eventually he felt a pounding in his groin that scared him. He shut his eyes tightly, wishing it away, until it became too much for him to handle. He shot up from his chair, flashing his painful bulge to the room.
“E-excuse me…” He squeaked, grabbing Amy’s hand and dragging her out of the room behind him. The last thing within sight, was Blake’s already larger-than-average ass being squeezed into women’s jeans.
“You think they’re going to do it, again?” Sligh asked Phil. A few people chuckled, repressed. Chris let his forehead slam to the table, shaking it back and forth.
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“We need to put on our own pants, please…” He said through gritted teeth, hunched over slightly. “Yeah, sure…” Amy said, worried. They went into the men’s bathroom and got into stalls that stood right beside each other. Amy easily pulled the thick, plaid pants down off her thighs and hung them over the stall-wall between them. They heard the bathroom door creak open.
“It’s just me…” Chris said, letting the door swing closed. Blake slowly eased out of the jeans, pulling it carefully over and off of his manhood. When he’d successfully removed them, he draped them beside his own pants, and looked down to inspect the damage. He was red, chaffed, and slightly swollen. And it hurt really badly. He massaged his aching member, squinting his eyes in pain. Chris heard gasps and painful groans coming from the stall in which Blake occupied.
“You ok, man?” Chris called, knocking on the door softly.
“…no…” Blake released the breath he’d been holding in. Blake and Amy got dressed in their own pants and left the bathroom with Chris. They all took their seats for the remainder of the meeting. When it was over, everyone filed out of the room except for the four of them and Gina.
“So…introduce me!” Gina said smiling enthusiastically. Blake hunched over, afraid to move much.
“You take this one, Chris?” Blake laid his head on the table, closing his eyes. Gina looked concerned to Blake, then over to Chris.
“Uh…this is my wife, Stephanie, and Blake’s wife, Amy.” He said, motioning. Amy looked at Chris like he was an idiot. “Yeah…we’ve met before…” She laughed, hugging Gina.
“But wow! You guys got married! I’m so happy for you!” She returned the hug, then held Amy’s shoulders. She then turned to Stephanie. “Nice to meet you, Stephanie!” She looked down at their intertwined fingers. “Aw! You two are so cute together!”
“If you don’t mind me asking…” Gina dropped her peppy facial expression, and looked at them confusedly. “What was that all about…?”
“Uh…” Amy said, looking to Blake. His pained expression hurt Amy deeply. She sat beside him, rubbing his thigh and kissing his cheek.
“They…uh…” Chris looked down at them, then back to Gina. “They had sex in the elevator.” He shrugged and sighed.
“To be fair, we can’t blame them…” Stephanie giggled into Chris ear. Gina looked at them disbelieving. Then she laughed and shook her head.
“The four of you are a bunch of horny fuckers!” Gina laughed. Amy looked up at her with a half-confused-half-smirk. Stephanie started laughing loudly. “I can’t say your wrong!”
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Gina had run off to catch up with Joe, who was to meet her for dinner. Chris, Stephanie, Amy, and Blake all got into Blake and Amy’s rental. “Chris, will you drive?”
“Sure…” He got into the car, and grabbed the keys. Amy turned her attention back to Blake, who had his head in her lap in the back seat.
“You okay, baby?” She said.
“Well…I’m fine…hope you don’t want kids…” He laughed slightly.
“Don’t say that, Blake…it’s nothing serious, I’m sure…” She rubbed the crotch of his pants very lightly. Blake let out a hiss, which turned into a sigh as he nuzzled Amy’s hip with his face. “I love you…” He said to her. She smiled down at him and leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Do you guys just want to go back to the hotel?” Chris leaned around for a second to see what was going on behind him. Amy looked to Blake, in obvious pain.
“Yeah, I think that’s best…we can look around the city tomorrow…” She wrapped her arms around his neck, loosely.

Chapter 20.
The two couples had hotel rooms right next to each other. Blake was slightly hunched over beside Amy, who slipped the key-card in the slot and opened their door.
“We’re not going to be up much longer, guys…but you are welcome to hang with us for a while…” Amy said, moving to let Blake slip passed her into the cool room. He sighed as he lied backwards onto the bed. Chris looked to Stephanie, trying to see on her face whether she wanted to or not. She frowned and shook her head so slightly it was hard to notice. Chris understood. He saw something in her eyes.
“Uh…we’re probably going to go to bed soon too…jet lag and all…ya know?”
“Yeah…it’s cool. See you tomorrow.” Amy said, smiling weakly. Chris stuck his head in their room quickly.
“Hope you…uh…feel better soon…” He smiled, sadly. Blake didn’t move. He just lifted his hand into the air and let it drop by his side again.
Chris and Stephanie unlocked their door too and put their things away. Stephanie kicked her shoes off and lied in bed, drawing the sheets back. Chris was confused. He’d thought she’d wanted to have sex and that’s why she wanted to ‘just turn in’ but she looked like she really wanted to just sleep. He sighed, and shut the door.
He walked to the bed and climbed in beside her, nudging the arm that was propping her head up. Her eyelids drooped slightly and she grabbed his arm with both of hers, cuddling with it under the sheets. He smiled, settling in and getting comfortable. She kissed his arm, twirling the hair in her fingers beside her mouth, pecking at it lovingly. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, and letting it roll around to lightly bump into hers.
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Amy sat down beside Blake, who was still lying on the bed. Now he had his arm over his face, closed eyes resting in the elbow. Amy rubbed his side, and he smiled wide, moving his arm down off his face and rolling over, hissing in pain. Amy’s brow furrowed.
“I bet those pants are restricting it…that’s why it’s still so painful…you should take them off.” Blake looked up at her and smirked. “No, Blake! You are sore!” She said seriously.
“I know…I’m just kidding.” He smiled cheekily. “But…I don’t have anything on under these…”
“Did you bring any boxers?”
“…no.” Blake said. Amy sighed and sat down.
“Go next door and borrow some from Chris.” Amy said, suddenly. Blake made a face.
“Eww…” He said. Amy slapped his arm. “I’ll get them…you are wearing them!” She said getting up, shaking her head when she saw him making a face at her. She knocked on the door of Chris and Stephanie’s room. Chris came to answer, wearing nothing but boxers, and leaning on the door frame.
“Yeah?” He asked tiredly.
“Can Blake borrow some of your boxers?” Amy asked. He looked strangely at her then nodded. He closed the door partially and returned a moment later with a pair of dark green, cotton boxers.
“Thanks.” She said taking them from him. “No problem.” He smiled, and closed the door. Amy went back into their room and Blake was gone. She sighed and looked around. She noticed the bathroom light was on, shining from underneath the door, and knocked.
“Blake, are you okay?” She heard flushing and the sink run, then squeak off. He opened the door, completely naked. He was still irritated and red. “Aw…Blakey…” She rubbed his arm and handed him the boxers. Blake slipped into them. They were really big on him.
“Damn…” Blake said, holding the elastic up to his waist when they tried to pull themselves down around his hips. Amy laughed.
“Get into bed.” She said, and as he walked passed her, she slapped his butt lightly.
“Ooo!” He said over his shoulder, shaking his ass around a little. She giggled and crawled into bed beside him. He leaned his head far back over the pillows and stretched, hissing when his thighs squeezed together from the movement. Amy lied down, wrapping her arms around his chest and her legs around his calves, clinging to him like a monkey.
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Stephanie moaned tiredly, stretching and popping her back. Chris leaned onto her head and gripped her hand tight. He put his other hand underneath the blanket and stroked her thigh, thinking she was sleepy and it would relax her into slumber. She shivered, instantly turned on, and wrapped her arm around his middle. She kissed his jaw-line and moved her lips to graze his ear.
“Mmmm” She moaned and mumbled to him, and looked downwards just in time to see the sheets right above Chris’ boxers rise. She giggled and rubbed his chest, moving her hand down to his abs and massaging him.
He slowly turned his head to face her, teasing her lips with his before locking them together, and slowly, subtly sucking and licking at them. She breathed deeply into his mouth, her lips tingling with anticipation. She moved forward deepening the kiss and letting her arm slide around behind him to his head, running her fingers through and over his short hair. He propped his leg up, and got onto one knee, the other leg lying flat and hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Hurry up…” Stephanie panted softly at him, smiling lustfully, her eyes dark and shining. He smirked and licked her collar bone, wrapping his lips around his own tongue and working them in circles against her flesh. She gasped and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his skillful mouth as close as possible.
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“Have I told you that I love you, recently?” Blake asked Amy, their foreheads pressed together between their pillows. “Haha…yeah…” Amy leaned her lips to him and kissed him messily on the lips, pulling back almost immediately. Blake rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. Amy propped herself up on her elbow and rubbed Blake’s stomach with her other hand. Blake laughed pained, and sharp, making a weird noise. Amy smiled and continued running her hand over his little pudgy belly.
She moved her hands up over and across his chest, to his shoulders, kneading and pushing on them hard with her fingers and knuckles. He grunted, not moving or looking up, and at first Amy thought she was hurting him. He made a strange, gasping noise, and Amy stopped, quickly withdrawing her hands.
“Uhh….Don‘t stop…” He said, adjusting his back against the pillow. She smiled and continued massaging him. He gasped again, groaning, then it melted into a deep, pleasure-filled moan. He turned his head and kissed her hand.
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Stephanie was lying naked at the foot of the bed, her legs draped over the end; her arms sprawled out over her head. Above her, stood Chris, one leg on the outside of hers, and the other up on the bed, framing one of her hips. Stephanie was looking up at Chris with squinted eyes and her lips curling up into a smirk. Chris leaned down and kissed her soft and quick before drawing back and lining their bodies up. Pushing forward for another kiss, he entered her, sliding his palms up her arms firmly. She moaned and lifted her legs around the back of his.
His hands found hers, their fingers intertwined, his pushing hers harder into the mattress with each thrust. The pleasure filled him and he forgot where his limbs were, and his hands relaxed, sliding with sweat of off hers, his elbows framing her head, his brow pressed against hers. She panted into his mouth. Her hands needed something to hold onto. They slid around behind him and grabbed his ass tightly, forcing a loud moan from his mouth. Stephanie took this chance to slide her tongue into his mouth, going back and forth from sucking and biting his bottom lip as her tongue teased it though her clenched jaw.
The intensity building, Stephanie pulled him closer to her by his bottom. His muscles tightened and he threw his head back, moaning. A few more thrusts and he collapsed on top of her. They both panted hard, sweat clinging and running down their bodies. Stephanie’s legs slid from his, and fell to the floor with a thud. Chris pushed himself over to Stephanie’s side, and grabbed her hand.
“Oh…my god…” Stephanie said, squeezing his hand. “I love you…” He smiled back, squeezing her hand three times. She laughed and let her head rest on his shoulder.
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“How’s little Blake doing?” Amy asked, gazing down at him.
“I’m doing okay…” He yawned. They’d been talking and cuddling for about an hour or two, and now it was about midnight.
“Haha! Not you…you’re not little Blake…” She leaned so that her eyes were even with Blake’s crotch. She pulled the elastic up from Blake’s body and slid it down a few inches to get a better look. Blake looked down at her uncomfortably.
“It’s looking much better already…but…no sex for a few days, I think…” She said. Blake made a face at her. “Hey! Do you want to end up sterile?” She laughed. His face dropped into a frightened mask.
“Don’t even joke.” He said. She hummed, smiling and pulled the elastic back up over him. She leaned down and kissed the soft cotton of the boxers.
“Hey…you could have done that before you pulled them back up, ya know…”
“Haha. You’re a perve…” She kissed him and pulled the sheets up over both of them. Amy wrapped herself around him again, her head settled in the crook of his neck, nuzzling him. “You are feeling better though, right?” She asked, closing her eyes.
“Yes…much…” He grabbed her forearm and closed his eyes too. Amy smiled and sighed.
“That’s good…g’night…”

Best fanfic ever written.

Sry, had to go last night..finish posting it nao! [:

Chapter 21.
“Good morning…” Chris leaned against Stephanie’s sleeping body and kissed her on the cheek. Stephanie smiled and curled up against him. She put her arm over his bare chest and clung to him, their warm, still naked bodies pressed together. Chris sighed and closed his eyes again. “We should really get up…” Chris said, hardly a whisper.
“Aw…” Stephanie said, squeezing him tighter. “I don’t wanna…”
“I know…me neither…but…it’s almost noon already…” he said, glancing at the alarm clock. Stephanie moaned and pushed herself up and away from Chris. The blankets slid off of her. She pulled the sheet up and wrapped it around herself, and walked to the bathroom. Chris heard the shower squeak on and smiled, lying back on his pillow.
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Both Amy and Blake were still asleep. Very deeply asleep. Amy was in her purple tank and plaid pj pants, and Blake was naked. In the middle of the night, Chris’ boxers started irritating him, so he took them off and threw them across the room. After removing them, he finally was able to get to sleep. They were both lying on their stomachs, Blake’s face buried in his pillow and Amy’s cheek pressed against Blake’s shoulder.
About an hour later, they hadn’t moved an inch. There was a knock at the door, sunlight filled the room, but neither of them stirred. The knocking got louder and louder until it was pounding.
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“Damn it, wake up!” Chris slammed his fist against the door for the tenth time. He grabbed the knob and wiggled it.
“Maybe we should just go…” Stephanie said. “We slept too late…we don’t have time to drive around LA… our flight is in 3 hours…”
Chris sighed. “Let’s go pack then…”
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Amy heard a far-off sound. It sounded firm and angry…but muffled in her half-sleep. She rolled over onto her back and stood up, clumsily. Her knees felt weak and she almost collapsed back onto the bed, but caught herself and walked toward the door. She turned the handle and opened the door about 2 inches, rubbing her eyes and looking around outside. Stephanie and Chris were just about to go back into their room.
“Amy! Go get dressed! We only have a few hours until our flight leaves, and we were hoping the four of us could go for a quick lunch.
“That sounds good…hold on, I’ll wake Blake.” She yawned and went back into the room, not bothering to close the door.
“Blake…” she called softly, shaking him gently. He didn’t move at all. “Blake.” Amy said a little louder, pushing on his back more firmly. He still didn’t move. “Blake!” she yelled, pushing lightly on his head. He squinted his eyes and rolled over onto his back. His mouth dropped and he snored loudly.
“Is he STILL asleep?” Chris asked, poking his head in through the doorway.
“…yes…” Amy sighed, getting up and banging her head on the wall. Chris came in and walked to the bedside.
“Blake!” he shouted. Blake squinted and pulled the sheets over his head, covering his ears. Chris grumbled, then grabbed hold of the sheet and flung them off in one move of his arms.
“God, Blake! Put some damn pants on!” Chris said, shielding his eyes. Amy laughed and fell back into a chair.
“What’s going on? We’re not gonna have time…to…” Stephanie came in. “Oh wow.” Stephanie stood staring at his, apparently doing much better, crotch. As for Blake himself; the sudden cold air wafting around his midsection and thighs startled him and he shot from his spot on the bed, sitting straight up and looking around; apparently unaware of what exactly has happening.
“I’m not kidding, Blake…” Chris said, throwing the sheet back onto him. “Get dressed. “He sighed, seemingly annoyed, yet he couldn’t completely hide the amused grin from his face.
Once Amy has calmed down, she sat beside Blake on the bed. He was pulling his socks on. Amy sat behind him, running her fingers through his hair. “Feeling better, babe?” She asked, closing her eyes and resting her head against his as she ran circles on the back of his neck with her fingertips.
“Yeah…much…” He said. “In fact…I think I’m feeling so much better, that we should just…go at each other like animals…” He turned slowly, taking her lips in his and sucking at them.
“I’d like that…” She managed through kisses, draping her arms around his neck and moving his shoulders more to better face her. He got onto his knees and ran his palms up her sides underneath her shirt.
“Guys, we need to get going…” Stephanie came in the room, then looked up from her plane ticket in time to see the scene before her. “What the hell, guys. We’re going out to eat, like…now.” She huffed. “Come on…please…let’s just go.”
Blake removed his hands from Amy’s body, but kept their lips busy. “Hey, you got yours last night…let us have some fun…” Blake said, lips just barely touching Amy’s lips. Stephanie loved her best friends, but the sight of them about to have sex was disturbing her. She blushed. “Yeah…but…” She started, nervously. “Hey, how did you know about that?” She asked, thinking Chris was blabbing everything about their sex life.
“The whole damn hotel could hear the two of you!” He laughed, pushing away from Amy and getting up. “Fine, we’re coming.” He said, slipping into his shoes and getting up. Amy adjusted her shirt and followed them out of the hotel room.
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They packed up the car and drove to a small restaurant that was on the way to the airport.
“What would you like, sir?” The waitress asked Chris, giddy, her hands shaking as she held the pen and paper.
“Uh…I’ll just have a burger and fries, thanks.” He smiled and handed her his menu. Shaking, she wrote down his order, pausing only to take the menu from him. “And you?” She asked Blake.
“Same…” He said, handing his menu to her as well. It didn’t seem like the ditsy waitress was going to even bother with the girls. She was just staring at Blake and Chris, holding her pen to her pad of paper, stalling, hoping to get a longer look.
Amy coughed, getting her attention. “Uh, yeah. I’ll have barbeque chicken strips.” She said. “And we’ll share a sprite.” She said motioning to Blake, trying to make sure she got the message.
“Yeah, and I’ll just have a large order of fries…and Chris and I will share a Dr. Pepper.” She said the last part with emphasis on every word.
“Yes, of course.” She jumped, startled, and took their menus, and disappeared.

“So, what are your plans now?” Chris asked them.
“Probably just go home…relax a bit…we need some good, long, alone time for a while…it’s only a matter of time before we’re getting calls like that one all the time.” Blake grunted.
“Yeah…I’m gonna miss my Blakey…” Amy rubbed his hand and looked into his eyes. He smiled back and kissed her briefly on the lips. “What about you two?” Amy asked.
“We honestly have no clue.” Stephanie said, looking up at the ceiling. “Nothing’s really going on right now with us…” At that moment, Blake’s phone started ringing. He answered it.
“Heeello?...What?” Blake’s face scrunched up with confusion for a moment. “Yeah…yeah, hold on a minute…” He held his hand over the phone. “Be right back, guys.” He got up from the table and walked towards the restroom.
“Wonder who that is.” Stephanie said, absently.

The waitress brought the food, and upon seeing that Blake wasn’t there, left much quicker than before. Amy sat eating her food while her best friend cuddled and kissed her new husband. Stephanie hadn’t touched her food. She was laying her head on Chris’ shoulder, eyes closed and breathing slow and deep. Chris was eating his fries with a relaxed look on his face. Every third fry or so, he’d dip one in ketchup and feed it to Stephanie and she’d giggle and eat it, obediently. Amy ate her chicken in silence, tapping her fingers on the table.
“So…how goes the album, Chris?” Amy said, desperately trying to create some kind of conversation. As he opened his mouth to reply, Blake came back, slipping his phone into his pants pocket.
“So what was that about?” Chris asked.
“That was Phil. He said that we’re supposed to go to a meeting tomorrow night.”
“Okay, cool.” Chris said. “That’s no problem.”
“And he said he heard that we might have to go to a series of meetings following that one…” Blake sighed, sitting down in the booth, grabbing Amy’s hand, smiling weakly at her.
“So…what’s that mean? We have to just…stay here?” Chris asked. Blake sighed and threw his head back. He closed his eyes and let his head fall to one side. He sat back up and looked at Amy. “Maybe you should go home…this is gonna be long and boring and I don’t wanna put you through hell.” Amy hesitated, and opened her mouth to say something, then stopped herself, and nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll just go home too, then.” Said Stephanie.
“So do I have to drive all the way home alone?” Amy asked Blake.
“What?” Stephanie asked, concerned. “What about flying?”
“We were gonna drive home…we had no plans, so we were just gonna make like, a road trip out of it…stop in hotels and go out to eat whenever we feel like it.”
“Well…I have an extra plane ticket now.” Stephanie said to Amy, glancing over to Chris for a second. “You should come stay at our house! Both of us will be lonely unless you do.” Stephanie made a sad, puppy face.
“Haha! You don’t have to do that! I would have said yes anyways!” Amy said, laughing.
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“Bye, babe!” Stephanie finally let go of Chris and started walking down the ramp to the plane. Amy wrapped her arms around Blake, tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his neck, and she could feel his heart beating against hers. She felt tears threaten her eyes and squeezed tighter still. She could have fallen asleep right then and there, but she knew they both had to go.
She looked up at him and gave him a short kiss. “I love you.” Hearing the words escape her lips as a form of good bye was painful and she knew for sure she’d cry if she didn’t go right now. He ran his hand through her hair. “I love you, too…” He could tell she was upset. “Hey, hey, hey…don’t be sad. I wont be away long. Promise.” She smiled sadly, then grabbed her carry-on and went up the ramp. When she got to the top she turned and looked back at him, smiling.
She saw behind him, Chris was on the phone. She mentally sighed, knowing that Stephanie had called him already.

Stephanie, sure enough, was already on the phone with Chris. “Damn, Stephanie. You can’t have your phone turned on when we start taxiing…plus, it’s only for a week or two. No big deal, right?” She said, contradicting what she herself thought.
“Yeah, I know…but we’re finally getting some girl time! It hasn’t been just the two of us in forever, it seems!”
“Yeah…” Amy sighed, smiling. Maybe this would be good for them. All four of them. Somehow. “This should be…interesting…”

Chapter 22.
The tinted rosey look of the room lulled her eyes closed, but she was awakened right away when she felt moist lips touching hers. Her eyes opened wide in slight shock, but relaxed and closed again as she accepted the kiss and grabbed the back of Blake’s head. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and teased the crease of Blake’s lips, before slipping passed them and challenging him to keep up. He moaned into her mouth and propped his leg up over hers, breaking the kiss gracefully, and softly kissing her on the nose. She stared up at him, begging for him to continue. He unbuttoned his pants and tossed them lazily downward, letting them settle right below his thighs.
Amy grabbed either side of his plaid pants and worked them off of him completely, then immediately flung her upper body down against the bed, smirking up at Blake awaitingly.
He made a low growl sound, which sent shivers up Amy’s body. Blake, seeing her shake with anticipation, started unbuckling Amy’s pants. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled them, and her pants, down to her ankles. The palms of his hands, delicate yet still slightly calloused, framed her face and held it in place as he kissed her passionately. She panted into the kiss as his skillful tongue turned her entire body to mush.
He moved his other leg up over hers and moved down flat so that their chest’s pressed together. His knees pressed into the mattress as he moved, flawlessly. “I…I love you…” He said, between pants. She threw her head back, a tear running down her cheek. Her hands grasped his back. “I love you, too…Blake…” She panted, everything around her becoming blurry and unfocused.

She felt a heavy weight on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. The air was hot and sticky, and it tingled as it entered her lungs. She opened her eyes, and didn’t recognize where she was. She looked around and saw Stephanie was sitting at the foot of her bed, flipping through channels on the TV. Amy sat up, and the movement of the mattress startled Stephanie. She turned around.
“It’s about time you woke up.” Stephanie giggled, scooting back on the bed next to Amy. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“What?”
“You’re crying!” Stephanie turned towards Amy, concerned.
“I am?” Amy asked, wiping her eyes with her palm. It came back wet.
“You’re eyes are all red! Oh my god, Amy, what’s wrong?” Stephanie brushed Amy’s hair from her eyes.
“N-nothing…” She said, and as she blinked, another tear ran down her face.
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It had only been a week since Chris and Blake had been away, but it felt like much longer. Stephanie set a bag of bagels on the table. Amy waited a second, still staring at the ground, a little embarrassed that she’d been crying, then reached for a bagel. She spread cream cheese on it and took a bite.
“What are we gonna do today?” Stephanie asked, getting her own bagel.
“I don’t know…you’re the hostess, aren’t you?” Amy giggled.
“Shut up; you’re family.” Stephanie laughed. Amy smiled cheekily and took another bite. “What do you feel like doing?”
Amy sighed, and thought for a moment. There wasn’t really anything she felt like doing. They could stay home and sleep some more for all she cared. “…uh…let’s just drive around…like we used to do whenever we got bored.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Okay, but you owe me gas money!” Stephanie said, shaking her bagel at Amy. Amy laughed. “Okay, okay, I get it! Damn you’re getting crumbs on me!”
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Blake sighed and flopped down on the couch in the hotel room he and Chris had been sharing. “So, when’s the next meeting…?”
“Uh…not for two days…” He said from the kitchen. He came in the room and sat on the chair beside Blake.
“Guh! What are we gonna do ‘til then?”
“No clue…” Chris rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
“I miss them…” Blake said, calmly, staring a hole into the wall with his intense gaze.
“Yeah…same…” Chris, slunk back onto the chair, pulling his hat down over his eyes.
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“Fuck, this is boring.” Amy said, banging her head against the window of the car.
“You’re the one who wanted to do this!” Stephanie said.
“It used to be fun…” Amy grumbled.
“It was only fun, because we’d stop and harass Nic every now and then…I guess we could drive down to North Carolina and visit him…”
“I’m not paying for the gas then.” Amy laughed.
“Guh…never mind, then.” They both laughed. The car was quiet for a while. “Hey, are Nic and Jordin still together?” Amy asked.
“Yeah, I think so…why?”
“Well, it’s just that…doesn’t that mean that Nic has been alone for the past week, too?” Amy asked. Stephanie thought for a second.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Aw, we should visit him!” Amy jumped up in her seat, smiling.
“You just said you wouldn’t help with gas money!” Stephanie turned to her, confused, yet still trying to watch the road.
“I guess I’ll chip in…” She said. “…a little…” She added under her breath.
“Okay…yeah…okay! Maybe we SHOULD go visit him! We haven’t seen him in a long time, damn…it’s been months!”
Amy smiled. “Let’s go get our stuff together…pack and stuff.” Stephanie put on the turn signal and started in the direction of her house.
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Chris’ back stuck to the leather chair like it was glue instead of sweat dripping from him. ‘How’d it get so hot so fast…’ he vaguely thought. His mind was hazy. He felt like he was asleep, but he also felt awake, somehow. A breeze seemed to come from no where, wafting over his sticky skin and sending chills through his nerves.
Then he moved to get comfortable and his hand lightly brushed the crotch of his pants. His skin, sensitive from the random chill from before, heated up again, causing him to moan loudly, tossing his head to one side. He bucked upward, his thighs coming together, and grinding. He turned over onto his side, facing out towards the rest of the room. His mind went to Stephanie. He imagined her asleep in their bed at home. He imaged himself waking her, her giddy smirk as she realized what he wanted. He etched this picture in his mind. He could almost hear the panting, and subconsciously licked his lips in his half-sleep.
His perfect fantasy played over and over in his mind. Then he heard a voice; a low, grumbling, male voice, and froze. His eyes opened and scanned over the scene in front of him. He saw Blake lying on the couch across from him, tossing in his sleep and groaning in uncomfortable humidity. He looked down at himself and saw the effects of the fantasy that had been reeling in his mind moments before. He was tempted to sneak off to the bathroom and finish the fantasy in private, but decided against it as Blake propped himself up, and rubbed his eyes awake. ‘shit’ Chris thought, grabbing a pillow and putting it in his lap.
Blake sat up and looked around the room. Grumbling, he turned the lights up and cleared his throat. “We both fell asleep?” He asked, tiredly.
Chris nodded quickly.
“Damn…what time is it?”
Chris checked his watch. “Uh…12:30…”
“Well, I’m going to bed…what about you?”
“Yeah…I’m still tired…” Chris said, trying to act cool, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Blake walked towards the hallway that led to their beds. “Coming?” He asked.
“Uh…yeah, in a sec…” Chris said, frozen, eyes wide. He shifted in his seat, and looked up at Blake, who was staring at him, confused.
“What’s going on?” Blake asked, an accusatory pitch in his voice. A small, teasing grin formed on his lips. Chris just made a shrugging gesture like he didn’t know what Blake was talking about.
“Okay then… hey, if you don’t need it, can I borrow that pillow? I like to sleep with two…” Blake asked. Chris frowned.
“Well… I guess so…” Chris said nervously. Blake motioned for it. “No! I’ll bring it to your bed later…”
“But, I’m going to sleep…now…” Blake said. Chris just sat there in silence, debating in his head what his next move would be. Blake sighed, starting to feel guilty.
“Chris…I think what you need is a nice, long shower…see you in the morning…” Blake said, grabbing the pillow and heading down the hallway. Chris impulsively covered himself with his hands. He sat there for a few more seconds, then, crept off towards the bathroom.
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The drive from Chesapeake to Burlington was a long one; especially at 1am. Amy had taken over when Stephanie got too tired to drive. Amy wasn’t a very good driver. Her eyes were glued to the road, afraid of hitting something. For a while she thought they were lost. She started to panic, on the verge of stopping at a hotel, or shaking Stephanie awake to help calm her nerves.
When she started recognizing things, she relaxed, sighing with relief. “Stephanie…Stephanie!” She whispered, trying not to look away from the road. “Stephanie!” She said a little louder, poking her in the head.
“Nnn…wuh?” She moaned, tiredly.
“We’re almost there!” Amy squealed.
“Cool…wake me when we’re ALL THE WAY, there…” She sighed, turning over in her seat. Amy laughed and turned on the radio. After flipping through the channels, and finding nothing decent to be playing, she popped in a CD.
‘this city’s made us crazy and we must get out’

K, thazzall Amy.
I love that fic.

Thank you SO MUCH for posting this! ILYSOMUCHRAWR!

'Tis no problem! [:

The best fanfic ever made!
=D =D

Amy's such a great writer.

Thank you, Shayne! You make my life ^_^