A/N: Holy sh*rk, this took a long time! Never again will I try to write three fanfics at once! More sequels on the way! XD

Tim yawned again as he waited for Emile and Josh to emerge from the bathroom. He checked the wristwatch that we wore at all times: the glowing green letters read 2:37 am. They had been IN THE BATHROOM together for a whole 10 minutes! What could they be doing in there? Tim wondered, his mind never wandering to the gutter.

"Tim? Is that you man? Are Emile and Josh still not done?" Jon had sat up in bed and thrust glasses on, over his blurred eyes.

"Naw…I have no clue what's taking them so long!" Tim spoke, but a huge yawn interrupted him, making his eyes tear up.

"Wait…they're in there together?!" Jon exclaimed, leaping out of bed and stomping over to pound on the locked door with his fist. "What could you guys possibly be doing in there, together?!" he shouted, despite the fact that it was not even 2:00 in the morning yet. "Come on, guys! Tim wants to go to sleep!"

Josh barely heard Jon's voice through his haze of pleasure. Emile's mouth bobbed up and down on his thick, hard cock, sucking and licking and moaning softly. Josh's hips bucked up, into his friend's imploring mouth. His hands weaved into Emile's short black hair, forcing him down. The young man choked, but moaned around the thick member in his mouth, making Josh writhe about in pleasure. Josh's nipples were hard and erect, and occasionally Emile's head would shoot up, just to lick them, and then battle Josh's tongue in a dance of supremacy.

Emile's manhood was out as well, throbbing against Josh's while they kissed: passionate and lustful. Their cocks moved against each other, eliciting shallow, excited breaths from the both of them.

As Jon continued to pound on the door, Josh shoved Emile until he was lying flat on the linoleum floor of the bathroom. He lined his member up with Emile's entrance, and made eye contact with the young LPer.

"Do it," Josh hissed, spreading his legs wide, ready for Chugga's cock. With every pound at the bathroom door, Emile's heart beat a bit faster. He stared at the gorgeous boy before him, his brown eyes glittering with demand and lust, and bent over to give him a sloppy kiss before penetrating him.

The pounding at the door stopped – just as Josh moaned loudly, and Emile's member thrust into him. They froze, realizing that whoever was on the other side would hear whatever they did.

Then, Josh's desperate, decisive voice came through his wet lips: "Do it, Emile! Fuck me!" He cried, loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear: and perhaps others in the hotel as well.

Emile oblidged, thrusting in and out of his friend, throwing his head back in pleasure. He and Josh were moaning with abandon know, knowing that whoever was listening wouldn't stop…they were completely occupied with the way their own bodies felt…

Josh loved the feeling of Emile inside him, pushing him back against the door, making it shudder against its frame.

Emile loved the feeling of being inside Josh, that warm tension all around his manhood, as he continued to push in and out, feeling his nipples harden with every thrust…

Suddenly, the two boys came. Josh cried out, shooting his load onto his and Emile's chest, and Emile came inside Josh.

As they lay there, panting on the bathroom floor, the pounding at the door started again. "EMILE! JOSH! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO IN THERE?"

Emile pulled out of Josh, and curled up beside him on the cold floor: a soothing sensation to their hot, sweaty flesh.

"Should we come out?" Josh breathed, hugging Emile closer to him.

"And say what?" Emile scoffed, rubbing his temple against Josh's, who moved slightly against him. "That we just did it on the bathroom floor?"

"Heh. Tim won't want to sleep in here after that," Josh laughed softly. Emile smiled against him.

"What's your girlfriend going to say?" Emile asked, allowing the real world to come crashing back in on them.

"I'll talk to her," Josh amended, breathing out a sigh and sitting up, leaving the comfort of Emile's arms.

"Well, for now, it doesn't matter," Emile breathed, getting up and pulling his pajamas back over himself. Josh did likewise, still blushing. "We've got to go out and face Jon's wrath!"

"Heh. The next recording's going to be interesting: imagine if Jon refused to talk to us!" Josh snickered, getting dressed as well.

Together, the two men stood up, and faced the bathroom door, ready to open it and face the consequences of their new-found love.

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