Golden Phoenix
Disclaimer: Completely fictitious.
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe.
~Golden Phoenix I~
Joey's father was an alcoholic. And his father's father was an alcoholic. And
his father's father's father died after drowning himself in wine. So, it was
only a matter of time that Joey would soon fall victim to the God of Wine. Soon.
It was in his genes. He was predisposed to suffer the same fate that his father
and his father's father, and his father's father's father had suffered,
alcoholism.
Sitting at the nightclub he often frequented whenever *Nsync was in town, he
downed another shot of hard liquor and then demanded another and another. He had
a bad day today. Hell, he had been having a bad day all week, all month. Johnny
had confronted him right before the concert tonight about his weight
fluctuations. The bastard told him he was gaining too much weight too fast. He
threatened to strip away his singing lines as if he had many to begin with if he
did not trim down by the end of the tour. It was always about his weight
problem. If not that, it was about his inadequacies as a singing tenor. If not
his singing, it was about his overly flirtatious ways with fans. If not that,
there was always something else. There was always something wrong with Joey.
Joey was never perfect. Joey would never be perfect. Joey was a useless piece of
human shit who should be thankful to have friends who would let him feed off of
them because he did crap.
"Another one?" Bartender Mike asked.
No answer. Joey simply slid the glass across the bar to Mike for a refill.
"Hard day?"
"Hard fuckin' life." Joey said, downing another shot, and then throwing the
empty glass toward Bartender Mike.
"You know you shouldn't drink too much. Ever since you stepped through that door
two hours ago, all you've been doing is drinking."
"My father's an alcoholic. And now I'm an alcoholic. So just give me my drink,
pretty boy."
Bartender Mike shrugged and refilled yet another glass of liquor. Joey drank the
liquid contents of the glass as soon as the glass touched his hand. He attempted
to get up, but the alcohol was affecting his motor skills and soon he found
himself on the floor.
While on the floor, his eyes fell upon a ravishing woman dancing in the cage.
She was a voluptuous beauty with short wavy brown locks with streaks of wild
blonde. Scantily clad like all the dancers in the club, her attire left little
to the imagination. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He want to fuck
her. He was going to fuck her.
The group's flirt- the bad apple among the good mama's boys. It was expected of
him. And Joey was going to live up to his expectations. Every night there would
be a new conquest. Men, women, it didn't matter to Joey so long as he got laid.
After all he had a reputation to maintain.
In the corner of his eyes, he saw Dancer blondie leaving her cage. He pushed
himself off the floor. In his stupor, he stumbled after her. He waited for her
as she reclaimed her coat from the coat girl. She left the club and he followed
suit. As she round the corner, he was right in her face. He grabbed her by the
arm and pushed her against the wall. She struggled against his weak grip and was
successfully able to push the superman off of her.
"What the fuck!" Joey tended his bleeding lip. "Do you know who I am, bitch?!"
"Fuck you!" Dancer Blondie fired back. "Just because you're Joey Fatone from
*Nsync don't mean that every damn women want to fuck you. Get over your fuckin'
self. You're nothing but a fuckin' piece of shit. I know what you did to Nicole.
You fucked her the last time you were here and left her without saying a fuckin'
good bye. Fuck you, you piece of shit!"
Piece of shit. Lou was right. He was nothing but a piece of shit. A worthless
piece of shit.
"Justin. Justin."
Slowly, the sleeping boy opened his eyes wearily.
"Yeah, Josh." He whispered inaudibly.
"You feeling better?"
"A little." The boy attempted to smile weakly, but he couldn't stifle the
impending cough and he coughed in his best friend's face.
"That doesn't sound too good." JC smiled back, tucking the boy under the sheets.
"I'm going to get you some more of the cold/flu shit Lonnie bought earlier."
"Don't go." Justin quickly latched onto JC.
"I won't be long."
"What if you don't come back?"
"Don't be silly."
"It's 1 am, what if something happened to you. Please don't go. I'm feeling
better already. Feel my head." Justin pleaded with his best friend, taking JC's
palm and placed it on his forehead. "See. All cool."
"Justin, you ran out of your medication. I'm going to get Todd to come along
with me and we'll be fine. We're big boys. We can take care of ourselves." JC
argued. "You just rest here in bed and I'll be back shortly with your next
dose."
Justin nodded as he sunk into the depths of his bed. Pulling the sheet over his
head, he pressed further into the pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to will
himself to sleep despite the aches and pains of his ailing body. He had to get
better for everyone. Tonight, he almost collapsed in front of a crowd of 20,000
screaming fans. He had to get better or the tour would be cancelled. For the
sake of the group, Justin was determined to beat this flu.
Still heavily intoxicated, Joey had no clue how he had managed to get back to
the hotel. All he remembered was when Dancer Blondie left him in the streets, a
cab had pulled over. Cab driver Tom asked him if he was Joey Fatone and he
answered, "Fuck, yeah! I'm the great Joey Fatone of *Nsync." And the next thing
he remembered, Cab driver Tom pulled him off the streets and deposited his
drunken ass in the cab and drove him back to the hotel.
"What's this?" Cab driver Tom questioned, as Joey handed him a wad of twenties.
"Fee for your service."
"Keep it. The ride was already paid for. Now you get your drunken ass inside
before you get into more trouble tonight."
"Yes, daddy." Joey saluted Cab driver Tom as he sped off into the night.
"Asshole. Who the fuck you think you are telling me what to do," Joey muttered
under his breath as he flipped up the birdie.
He turned around and stumbled his way into the hotel. At this late into the
night, even the perkiest, most cheerful receptionist wanted nothing more than to
sleep. He hollered at her a few times and she ignored him, threatening to call
security if he didn't get his shitty ass in his room.
A few more "fuck you's" later and Joey was on his way to his room on the fifth
floor. He stumbled into the hallway. Squinting his eyes, he stared straight
ahead, and then he made a right turn and headed down the hallway toward his
room. He opened the door and in his stupor, he quietly closed the door, hushing
himself. He staggered toward his bed when he noticed the light emitting from
under the bathroom door. He tiptoed his way toward the door and pushed the door
slightly. He peeked through the aperture and stared at his bandmate, his friend
as he patted his body dry with a terri cloth towel. He watched with much rapture
as the boy turned around and bend over to dry his legs and feet. Muscular back.
Long legs. Smooth, tight ass. He found himself getting hard at the mere thought
of ramming his hard cock into that tight ass. He continued to fixate on the boy
as he put on his boxers and wifebeater at an excruciatingly painful slow pace.
Joey cleared his throat to warrant the boy's attention.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um...taking a shower." Justin stammered.
"I can see that."
"I was hot and Chris was using the bathroom so I came across the hall to your
room to use your bathroom." Justin explained. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Joey stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "Because I'm
not." Joey breathed heavily on the nape of the boy's neck. The alcohol lingering
on Joey's breath left Justin feeling even more nauseated. "Justin, boy have you
grown." Joey reached in between their bodies to grab hold of Justin's dick and
gave it a painful squeeze. "So big."
Justin, alarmed by his friend's behavior, slapped Joey's hand and pushed him
away. He watched as Joey tumbled back toward the bathtub.
"I'm going now. I am going to pretend this never happened because you're
obviously drunk, again. You should rest before JC comes back. He wouldn't be too
happy to see you drunk, again." Justin said, before turning around quickly for
the door.
He was too slow, too late. Joey lunged toward him, tackling him to the floor.
Joey quickly turned Justin over and pinned him on the floor with the weight of
his body.
"Get off of me, Joey!" Justin shrieked. "Let go of me! Let go of me, Joe!" The
tears finding to the surface of his face. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Justin
screamed as Joey shoved his hand through the slit of his boxers to grip his
phallus in a tight fist.
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it like the little whore that you are!" Joey slammed
the boy the hard against the floor.
The impact knocked Justin out momentarily as Joey proceeded to undress above
him. Justin's eyelids cast over his misty blues as articles of clothing fell on
the floor beside him. Soon Joey stood before him naked. Joey nudged apart
Justin's legs with his foot, inching closer and closer to Justin's crotch until
his foot pressed against Justin's crotch. Joey fell on top of Justin, crushing
the sensitive organ between his legs with his knee upon impact. Justin yelped in
pain and fought back tears. Hands and legs flailing everywhere as Justin tried
desperately to gain control of the situation. Despite all the strength he had,
Joey was much too strong and he empowered him easily. His clothes, the little
that he wore, was ripped off his body, leaving him naked to Joey's assault of
his body. The man he considered his big brother, the man he considered his best
friend, sexually assaulted him as he groped him roughly, and then rammed his
hard cock inside him, tearing him in half. The penetrations, rough and shallow
burned him, pained him to no end. He lay on the floor, helplessly, as Joey
continued to violate him for nearly half an hour. Half an hour of agonizing pain
before Joey withdrew from inside him for the last time. He remained on the floor
as Joey walked over him and climbed onto his bed. The lamp turned off, leaving
Justin to cry in the dark. He curled up into an infantile position and wept
quietly to himself until there was no more tear to shed.
Justin could hear Joey's rhythmic breathing and knew that he had fallen asleep.
Not wishing to spend another second in Joey's room, Justin began to crawl his
way across the room toward the door. He pulled himself off the floor and opened
the door when his escape was impeded.
"Justin, oh my God!" Chris shrieked when Justin collapsed into his arms in the
middle of the hallway. Chris's eyes wondered about Justin's body. Nothing stood
out more than the crimson blood that covered Justin's lower body. "What
happened?" Chris got down on his knees, cradling Justin's head in his hands.
"Just get me out of here." Justin managed to say. "Just get me out of here
before JC comes back, please. JC can't know about this."
"Okay. Okay." Chris nodded, stripping off his flannel shirt to place it over
Justin's lower body.
"Know about what?"
Alarmed, Chris abandoned Justin to floor and slowly turned around to find JC
just inches away. Todd right behind.
"What shouldn't I know about, Chris?" JC demanded to know.
The firm voice echoed throughout the hall, waking up the occupants of the fifth
floor. All their bodyguards emerged from their rooms to join Todd. JC stepped
closer toward Chris when he noticed Justin on the floor with a flannel shirt
thrown flimsily over his lower body. The once white flannel shirt now stained
with Justin's blood. Chris inched away from Justin, gently resting the boy on
the floor. JC moved in between the two friends and cradled Justin's head in his
lap. Leaning down to place a delicate kiss on Justin's forehead, JC turned
around to usher the bodyguards back into their rooms. All, but Lonnie, returned
to their sleeping quarters.
"Tell me what happened?" JC asked in a whispering tone.
Justin shook his head and tried to push JC away when JC tightened his grip on
Justin's arm. The shirt fell to the floor, revealing what JC had known all
along. Justin's body was covered with blotches of blacks and blues. His penis
was painfully inflamed. And there was blood. Blood coming from one source.
"Justin, were you raped?" JC asked.
This time Justin merely nodded, dropping to the floor in a huddled mess of
tears.
"Who did this?" JC turned around to face Chris. "Who fuckin' did this to him?!"
"I don't know, JC." Chris answered. "But I found him coming out of Joey's room."
"Joey. Fuckin' Joey." JC returned his attention to the sobbing boy on the floor
and squeezed his arm reassuringly before walking over him to deal with his
bandmate, his best friend.
JC flung the door opened and found the bed empty. He trekked further into the
suite, noticing Justin's torn clothes scattered on the floor. His eyes narrowed
in on Justin's blood that had smeared on the floor.
"Joey! Where the fuck are you?!" JC yelled.
There was no answer, but he could definitely hear Joey puking in the bathroom.
He flung the door opened and indeed his suspicions were true. He grabbed Joey by
the hair and dragged him out of the bathroom and threw him against the wall.
Joey slumped to the floor and gave out a little laugh.
"That hurt." He laughed.
"You fuckin' son of a bitch. What is it, Joe?! You haven't fucked enough people
that you decided to fuckin' rape your own little brother?!" JC yelled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Justin! Justin!" JC screamed in his face. "You fuckin' raped Justin!"
"Oh, yeah. I remembered his tight little ass now." Joey laughed further.
Joey's drunken giggles threw JC over the edge and the next thing he knew he was
all over Joey, pounding his fist in Joey's face until Todd and Dre rushed inside
to restrain him.
"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to fuckin' kill this bastard!" JC roared,
struggling to free himself of the human restraints.
"JC!" Chris cried out from outside the hall.
"What is it, Chris? I need to kill this bastard first?" JC responded, still
reaching out for Joey's motionless body.
"It's Justin. He's not conscious." Chris wailed.
JC rushed back into the hallway as Lonnie pushed Chris away to tend his charge.
JC cradled Justin in his arms, shaking him, trying to resuscitate some life into
the lifeless body.
"Justin. Justin. Wake up, buddy. Wake up, buddy." JC cried out, pulling Justin
closer to his chest.
"Someone call the ambulance!" Lonnie cried out loud.
Chris quickly got to his feet and ran back inside his room to make the desperate
call to save his two little brothers.
"I need an ambulance right now."
(c) 2001 Aphrodite for Friends & Lovers
