"Happy Birthday to youuuu...."

"Happy 26th birthday, Emmy hon, We love you. Make a wish!"

You take a few seconds to think before inspiration strikes. Creasing your brow, you close your eyes and blow.

The sensation is completely alien and you think someone must have put something really fucked up in your birthday margherita before you remember the wish.

A fly. A fly on the wall of the bus, you had wished for to be exact, and it's insanely cool you think, if not really fucking trippy.

It takes awhile to get used to your new line of vision, but you've always wanted to fly, so you buzz around happily flapping translucent wings and practice walking up walls vertically. You think if you can avoid being swatted this may be the best experience ever.

Voices draw you into the next room and you zoom quickly in the direction, perching yourself on the top of a light hanging from the ceiling.

Then, there they are in the flesh. Well, two of them to be exact, prettier than you've ever seen them on screen or paper.

"I'm telling you. She told me I couldn't kiss worth a damn and that I needed lessons or something. Can you imagine?"

"Brit's just being a bitch, Ju. She's trying to get you all riled up."

"Yeah, well it's fucking working. I mean, that was cold. And besides, I got the flava if you know what I mean."

"I remember."

"Do you? It's been awhile. I thought you'd forgotten."

"I don't think I could. C'mon, Jup. Everyone in the world wants to get into your pants. Who says I'm any different?"

"I say. You're different...special and stuff."

"And stuff? Gee, thanks Justin."

"You know what I mean."

"You know, if you need help with the kissing thing...or practice or anything..."

"I don't need any...why? You offerin' somethin'?"

"What do you think?"

You decided to risk a closer look and buzz down as quietly as you can figuring that the two men in front of you aren't going to notice. You're insanely glad you did as you watch Justin slide up, straddling the other man's thighs and leaning in.

You hear Justin sigh when Joey finally leans in, pressing a warm mouth to Justin's and wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist. The kissing continues, deepening until breath is coming faster, shallower, and you have a feeling you're about to see something you hasn't even bargained for.

That is, until Chris comes charging in, complaining of thirst and you have to take off back up to your light perch pretty quick to avoid being squashed by Joey as they pull apart quickly.

You discover that time moves differently as a fly. It's hard to tell how much has past, and then suddenly it's dark and all the lights are dim. You really can't figure out whether it's because you blacked out, or because time shifted, or because it really did take you ages to walk across the wall to the other side of the room because you were too nervous to fly and call attention to yourself.

You fit between a sliding door into what looks like a lounge with couches and electronic equipment strewn about. You hear a moan from the couch and buzz over to a table to get a better view.

A deep voice from across the room asks "Feeling better, baby?"

"No. Not even close. This headache has been kicking my ass all day."

"Poor Jayce. C'mere."

You watch as Lance sits down cross-legged on the floor beside the couch JC is occupying.

"Turn over."

"'Kay"

Lance's hand moves slowly across JC's back in soothing circles again and again, his rumbling murmurs in JC's ear too soft for you to hear. JC reminds you of a sleepy 4 year old, being lulled back into slumber after a bad dream, calm and pliant under Lance's warm hands.

Minutes pass and Lance's hands have moved from JC's back, alternating between rubbing JC's temples and running his hands through his wavy hair. JC's moves a little and sighs contentedly.

"Better?"

"Much better, thank you. You always know how to fix me."

"For I am the snuggle king."

"That you are."

Lance moves to stand up, but JC turns and opens his eyes.

"Stay?"

"Like I could refuse."

"You never can."

"I never want to."

They position themselves on the couch with JC draped over Lance, his head resting on Lance's shoulder. You briefly think that this might be the most adorable image you've ever seen, until Lance presses his lips to JC's temple and whispers words that sound suspiciously like "love you", and you're immediately stricken by the absolute utter beauty of it all. You get the feeling they're old lovers, completely trusting and contented with sharing each other's space.

JC nods off, a small smile playing on his lips, and Lance soon follows.

You figure nothing exciting is going to happen here for awhile, so you go in search of the one man who so far you've only had a brief glimpse of. The one man who, to you, is by far the most important.

It takes you well into the night to locate him, finally tipped off by overhearing Joey tell Lance that Chris turned in early. You curse your little wings for being so slow as you make your way to the bunk area of the bus. Only one curtain is closed so you sail your way over to it and fly between the curtain rings as quietly as you can.

The sight that meets you would have made you squirm, gasp, and blush had you been yourself. As it is, you can't decide whether to feel guilty and buzz away or to stay put and watch the scene unfold.

Head thrown back, brow lined with sweat, Chris Kirkpatrick in this moment may be the sexiest thing alive. His hand moves rhythmically, quickly over his pale cock, his breathing deep and hitched.

You can take your eyes off the movement of that hand, the other moving up to fondle hard nipples. His lets out a high gasp, then quickly bites down on his hand to silence his body.

All too soon, he quickens the pace even more, then suddenly bites down on his lip hard to avoid being heard as he comes.

His hand finally slows down, shaking aftershock after aftershock through him before it finally stops. He lies there naked and drowsy, pulling up the covers before curling into sleep.

You're about to buzz out of there when you distinctly hear "hope you enjoyed the show, Mary Ellen."

You think if you could have died of shock, you would have.

Hours later you wake up in your bed startled, looking around frantically, not convinced things are totally back to normal until you see a roach run across your apartment floor and Elsie running in her cage.

You immediately start to plan next year's birthday wish.

~end~