A/N: Don't own 'em, just that I'd clear that up if anyone thought any differently...lol. Alright, looking for little input. In the story Sail Away (shameless plug...go check it out!), which is a round robin by Souless666, I'm at a loss about what to do with my OC. I originally wanted to put her with Justin, but now it seems like I could pair her with Paul(Show)...so dear readers, what do you think. Justin or Paul?

As always reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism but obvious flames will be iggied or used to set Adam on fire...lol

Justin's POV

I sighed and leaned into Marks' hands as my own hand drifted over Glen's head. We were reclining on the bed watching t.v., well I was anyways. Glen had fallen asleep, his head pillowed in my lap and Mark was rubbing small, firm circles on my back.

"Yer awfully quiet." Mark said as he laid his head on my shoulder.

"I'm comfortable."

"Justin..." He trailed off and just by the way his breathing changed I knew that something was wrong.

"Yes?" I prompted, tilting my head so it rested against his.

"What are you planning to do when we retire?" It was asked so low that it was as if he was embarrassed to even have said it.

"I dunno...but that's along way off." In truth I really didn't even want to think about it. Being without my boys would be like living in a room with no door and no windows...in short, pure torture.

"I know but..."

"But what?"

"Dammit! Promise me that you won't leave yer lively hood just to care for some decrepit old men." Mark said as he placed his arms around my waist and held me tight.

"If that's what I want to do, then I'm going to do it. Why are you even worrying about it anyways?" I asked as I ran my fingers through his hair where it cascaded over my shoulder.

"Boy." He said warningly, then laughed as Glen mumbled something against my thigh which in turn made me jump.

"You know, you never did finish tracing his tat." His tack at changing the subject left a lot to be desired, but I acted as if I didn't notice.

"You really don't expect me to believe that he had my name tattooed on him...do you?"

"Foolish rookie. Here I'll show you."

Mark let go of me and slid off the bed then headed over to the table where Jeff had left some of his markers the night before. He grabbed the ultra bright neon pink one and then headed back to the bed. With a grin he rolled Glen over until he was on his stomach and then inched his sweats down to reveal the design. Mark then sat lightly on Glens thighs and started to outline something near the left tip.

"You know if someone was to walk in right now, they would probably have a heartattack." I said as I watched him work.

"Whaddya mean?"

"Look at us."

When Mark had rolled Glen over, it put him face down in my lap, and with Mark sitting where he was, it just looked bad. Then to add to the image, Glen moaned as the felt tip of the marker glided across his skin.

"Yer right." Mark shot me a toothy grin and went back to what he was doing. "There, take a look."

I rolled my eyes and looked down, expecting to only see that he had written my name on top of the ink. My eyes widened however when I realized that he had only been coloring around certain part in the design, and that part was indeed my name. I looked up at Mark with tears in my eyes.

"See I told you so."

"I-I" I couldn't form the words and palmed the tears from my eyes, feeling like a total girl at crying over it.

Mark abandoned his seat and climbed back behind me, putting his arms around me again and threading his fingers through mine. We sat there for a few minutes, staring but not really watching the t.v. Glen snorted and tried to burrow his face further into my lap, which was a tad uncomfortable.

"Mark...he's squashing me." I said in a slightly panicked voice.

"Then we'll make it so he's not." His voice dropped a notch and he started to kisses and nibble on my neck, and I knew instantly what he had planned.

Thankfully I was saved from suffocating my lover with my hardening cock by my phone ringing. I went to reach for it, but Mark tightened his grasp and bit down hard.

"Owww."

"Let it ring."

"But it might be important."

"More important than this?" He started kissing on my neck again, drawing a moan from me as the phone continued to ring.

"Mmm, maybe not." I leaned into him, running my hands over his thighs as his find their way into my boxers.

Soon the phone stopped ringing, only to be replaced by the sound of someone banging on our door. Mark growled and climbed out of bed stalking to the door with the inherent purpose of killing whoever was on the other side. He flung the door open and stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest.

"My god Mark, put some damn pants on or atleast something to hide that damn pop-tent you've got going on." Great Adam's here, this should be interesting. Glen still had me pinned to the bed so I all I could do was listen and hope that they came in so that everyone and their mommas couldn't peek in at us.

"Copeland...do you think it's wise to be disturbing me right now. I still have some revenge to exact on you." Mark growled.

"Mark, let me in. Unless you want one of the poor female guest to see you like that." Adam pushed past Mark and headed into the room. "Dear god, what in the hell? Are you three always having sex?" He asked as he seen me on the bed with Glen between my legs.

"Glen's sleeping you ass." I hissed.

"Sure, so you say."

"Adam, why are you here." Mark demanded as he shut the door.

"Look, Matthew has asked to come back to do some backstage work. Now he's slightly distant right now, but I have the feeling that he's going to go back to tricks. And I just wanted to let you know."

"Why?" I was suspicious, Adam wasn't known for doing something unless it benefited him.

"Look, Matthew is just an infatuated kid. I know you love Mark and Glen, and those two are crazy over you. Yes, I tried to come between you three...Mark just listen to me..." Adam said as Mark started to head towards him, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I just wanted Matthew to be happy. And I thought that if he was with Justin he would be. But after the beating in the ring, I know that Justin deserves to be with you and Glen. But unfortunately, I don't think that Matthew is going to give up that easily. I want my friend to be safe, but I can't keep butting in. It's time you three do something."

"Like what? Both Glen and I have beaten his ass, multiple times I might add. So what else can we do?"

"I have an idea."

I really didn't like the tone of his voice or the look on his face.